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The Kilting of K'nan
Date: January 16, 1997
Places: Boll's Gather Beach and the Weavercraft Gather Tent
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: Sometimes, a single innocent comment can lead to the
darndest things. I had no clue what would happen when I suggested that
Aph buy K'nan a kilt, but I'm certainly glad now that I did! ;) Some
relevant knotfoo and pagefoo has been left in for interest's sake, as
have a few @doings connected to the Kilting.
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The Log:
Benden Weyr> C'vadan reminds everyone coming to the Gather that Cav is
asleep sitting between Dulath's forelegs :)
Prefeth gracefully sweeps over the tents, searching for a landing place.
He finally settles down on an empty bit of sand, warbling greetings to the
assembled dragons.
Benden Weyr> R'val fills a bucket of ice water, and heads gather-wards.
Davidon waves up to the incoming dragons, then looks for Kassi, striding
over towards her again.
Irrylath warbles a polite acknowledgement to the blue, mostly asleep.
Veyath backwings to a landing.
Kassima smiles and nods. "Aye, they are, for the most part; thankee for
the asking, ma'am. Things fare well at Benden for near everyone for the
nonce." She looks up to see Veyath and Prefeth, and grins over to them and
their riders with a wave. "Aph, K'nan! Glad you could make it!"
Benden Weyr> R'val SPLOOSH! Good morning, Cav! ;)
K'nan climbs down from Veyath's neck, and arrives on the ground.
Astride Prefeth, Aphrael pulls off her helmet before unstrapping herself
and running her hands through her hair. Swinging her leg over her
lifemates back, she drops to the ground, waving. "Greetings, all."
K'nan swings down from Veyath's back, shrugging off his jacket happily.
"Thank Faranth..somewhere /warm/." He grins over, "Kassi! Heya..."
Benden Weyr> Kassima pouts at R'val. I wanted to do that!
Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Tough, kassima. I /do/ get to be evil now and
then. :)"
Aphrael climbs down from Prefeth's neckridges with practised ease,
reaching up to give her lifemate a thankful scritch as the blue dragon
crooons.
Katany nods to K'nan and Aphrael, shifting her weight slightly to look
over at Irrylath.
Dulath warbles softly to his fellow Benden dragons.
Davidon waves to K'nan and Aphrael too, brushing some sand off his vest
with a chuckle, "Good to see you both."
Lysseth rumbles in greeting to Veyath and Prefeth, rustling her wings as
she turns to watch the ocean.
Kassima grins and waves K'nan and Aph over. "Tell me, m'friends--what
think you of this knife?" She draws a two-and-a-half handspans-long knife
from her belt, showing them the bronzed hilt with the red jewel in its
pommel. "Think 'twould make a good gift?"
Aphrael grimaces slightly as she picks up the hem off her dress from the
sand, walking over towards the group. "How goes the gather? We were only
just able to get away from drills."
C'vadan's eyes flutter open when he hears Kassima's voice speak the word
'knife'.
K'nan follows his weyrmate over, chuckling softly, "You know T'fian..
always with his drills." Looking over the knife, he nods, impressed. "Not
bad...."
Kassima waves over to C'vadan with her knife-holding hand, the greyish
metal blade flashing in the sunlight. "Have a nice nap, Cav?"
Aphrael blinks, just for a moment, before carefully looking over the knife
with a grin. "I think it would indeed, Kassi.. but who is it for?" she
asks, curiousity in her voice.
C'vadan's terror is instantly apparent in his dark eyes. Then he takes a
deep breath and realizes this is not the Weyr and there are plenty of
witnesses. He gets up and brushes off his pants. "Uh, yeah, Kassi."
Aphrael chuckles ruefully at K'nan. "That's true," she admits, the frowns
slightly as she peers at her weyrmate. "Didn't have time to change into
gather clothes?" she asks, grinning a little.
Kassima clicks her tongue and winks at Aph. "That, m'friend, would be
telling. You'll nay doubt see for yourself soon enough. I want it to be an
absolute surprise--nay that I think you'd tell, but the beach has ears."
K'nan shifts a bit where he's standing, grinning sheepishly, "Um...gather
clothes?" He winks, "Y'know I don't go to gathers much, love."
Katany gives C'vadan a sideways look.
Aphrael catches C'vadan's movements, tilting her head slightly. "Are you
okay, Cav? You look a little.. nervous." Rolling her eyes at Kassi, she
grins. "Awww.. okay then. I guess I'll have to wait to find out."
Katany shrugs slightly.
Katany climbs up to a seat between two of Irrylath's neckridges, using the
straps and the gold's proffered forearm for assistance.
C'vadan smiles at Aphrael. "I'm fine. Must have had a bad dream or
something."
From Irrylath, Katany says "Wake up, you. We have to get home."
Kassima grins and nods to Cav, still not putting the knife away. "Good!
Wouldn't think this'd be the best place to sleep, though... sunburn and
all, y'know." She turns her attention back to her knife, holding it up to
survey it in the brighter light. "The Smith who sold it to me said he
thought 'twas Tanghos's work. If'n 'tis so, I know I can count on it to be
razor-sharp... shame I can't test it first, though."
Aphrael giggles softly at K'nan, plucking at his shirt. "Well, neither do
I.." she replies, then peers at her own dress. "How about we remedy that
situation now, hrm?" she asks with an impish smile.
Irrylath unwillingly opens her eyes, stretching out her wings.
From Irrylath, Katany calls, "Take care, greenrider. Give your Weyrleaders
my greetings, and Kindre also, if you would."
Kassima looks over and snaps Katany a quick salute, seeing that the
goldrider is departing. "Benden's duties, and clear skies! I'll be sure to
do that."
K'nan grins back to Aphrael, looking a bit wary. "Remedy it, eh? Well....I
suppose I have some Marks on me, but.."
Aphrael's eyes flicker to Kassi's knife as C'vadan replies, and she shrugs
slightly. "Not such a good thing to happen at a gather!" She looks up at
Katany and waves. "Clear skies!"
C'vadan waves ot the Igen goldrider and also gives the traditional
farewell.
Aphrael laughs, rubbing her hands together. "Surely! Come on, love, you
should be wearing your finest on a great day like this!"
Davidon just listens quietly, his expression thoughtful.
C'vadan says "Say, Kassi, can you help me with something... I found a nice
maternity dress for Cait, but I am not sure about the color."
K'nan chuckles, reaching back to rub his shoulder. "Oh, all right, all
right..."
Kassima slides the knife back into its sheath at her belt, making sure
it's firmly in place before nodding agreement with Aph. "K'nan, what she
says is dead in the black--dressing up can be amusing, if only 'tis
because 'tis the only time one can i'truth expect compliments and such!
'Sides, makes the day seem more special, extrordinary even...." She trails
off as Cav captures her attention, and nods to the brownrider. "Mayhaps I
can. What color was the dress?"
C'vadan points to the weavertent.
Aphrael grins as if successful aready, then peers around. "Lets see.. why
don't we take a look in the weavercraft tent, then?" she suggests.
Kassima's gaze follows where Cav is pointing, and she nods again. "All
right. Looks like we're all headed in that direction anyway. I'll be glad
to offer what aid I might." She grins and, whistling cheerfully, heads
inside with a parting admonishment to every fire-lizard but Zabreneva and
Kyril, "Stay!"
You enter the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
C'vadan enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
Lysseth> The fifty-one fire-lizards left outside chitter in annoyance, and
flock up to perches on and around Lysseth.
C'vadan strides over to the clothing display area.
You move over to the clothing display area.
This elegant square-necked overtunic was designed specifically with the
pregnant woman in mind. Although it falls to knee length, it can be laced
closed with thin leather cords only as far down as just below the bust,
whereupon it falls freely and comfortably around any size of stomach. The
colour is black, for a slimming effect, and delicate leaf embroidery in
metallic threads of silver and gold along the neckline, down the edges and
around the hem are designed to take attention away from the belly. Inside
one corner of the hem is sewn the lavender and white badge of the
Weavercraft, with the words Apprentice Crafted.
C'vadan points to the maternity overtunic
Kassima follows Cav in, and walks over to the most obviously maternity-
sized thing there. Fortunately, it's the appropriate overtunick. "Black,
hrm? Lovely dress, but I can't say I recall Tria wearing all black
often... would likely suit her, with her hair and all, but look a bit
morose. Or morbid. Or one of those words."
C'vadan nods. "I thought it might be." He sighs.
Aphrael wanders over to this section of the tent.
Kassima looks the tunic up and down, considering. "This is an overtunic,
though, nay a dress... she could wear, say, something brightly colored
underneath to lessen the whole melancholy effect. Could always be
commissioning one of the Weavers for something similar in bright colors,
too, though I imagine 'twould take a wee bit more time."
C'vadan nods. "She is only about three and a half months along... so there
is time."
Aphrael turns from looking at some of the clothing, blinking. "Three and a
half.. who's pregnant?" she asks, surprised.
Kassima ponders a bit longer, then suggests, "I'd think green or red would
suit her, with that black hair of hers and hazel eyes. Blue *might* work.
Does she have any favored colors? Darker ones tend to be more slimming, so
dark greens, dark blues... red doesn't really work that way in any shade
I've ever seen, 'cept mayhaps in a truly deep garnet."
C'vadan smiles at Aphrael. "Cait is. Again."
Aphrael blinkblinks, then laughs. "Oh! Congratulations Cav! Shards, but
I've been out of it. I didn't know!"
C'vadan's smile grows even broader at Aphrael's congratulations. "Well, I
only found out a few days ago."
Kassima grins. "Isn't it marvelous?" she asks of Aph. To Cav, she notes,
"I imagine you'll have your hands full with another lad or lass, but
i'truth I wish you both the best. And the babe, too. Now, about the
colors... I don't know what Tria's favorites are, but if she likes any
dark ones, I'd definitely go with those were I you."
C'vadan nods. "She doesn't wear anything she can't around a bovine, so I
was thinking black my be okay."
Aphrael grins at C'vadan. "Soon you'll run out of room up in your weyr!"
she says with a wink, then nodnods in agreement with Kassi.
C'vadan chuckles. "Well, then we will have to move to a larger weyr, I
guess."
Pamela ambles over to this section of the tent.
Kassima nods thoughtfully. "So long as she has nay objections to wearing
black, I'd nay see aught wrong with it. The silver and gold trim keep it
from looking like widow's wear."
Pamela ohhs at the fasting dress, just barely touching it
Aphrael giggles at C'vadan. "True! I'll have to be sure to congratulate
Tria too next time I see her."
Pamela looks at the price and shakes her head.
Davidon ambles over to this section of the tent.
C'vadan smiles again. "I think Tria would like that, Aph."
Aphrael smiles over at Davi as she turns from peering at a tunic. "See
anything you like?" she asks her friend.
C'vadan notes the satin wedding dress. "You may want to get this now,
Davidon," he says, teasing the dragonhealer.
Kassima looks over to Davidon and grins. "Here to get something, are you?
Hey, Aph, have you seen aught for K'nan yet?"
Pamela eyes all the dresses, taking notes to herself
Davidon blinks at C'vadan, "What?" he asks looking at what C'vadan is
pointing at, "Ooh..." he chuckles, "I don't think so..."
Pamela strides over to the other display area.
Davidon blushes now, embarrassed as he looks away from some tunics, "I'm
just looking. I felt like a wherry sitting out there all alone in the
sand." he chuckles.
C'vadan laughs and claps Davidon on the back. "Well, given how every
available girl without a dragon is canine-happy over you."
Aphrael chuckles at Cav's words, then shakes her head at Kassi. "Not
really.." she turns slightly, peering around the tent. "Where *is* he
anyway? I thought he was right behind me."
Davidon shakes his head, "Jays..." he says in a pained voice, his
expression matching his voice, "It's not my fault."
C'vadan's eyes twinkle as Davidon continues to take the bait. "I know.
Maybe you should talk to F'hlan. It must be difficult being so
irresistable."
Kassima grins, and then glances around looking thoughtful. "Think Tria
could use a maternity flight jacket, Cav? She'll likely be going *between*
in the second trimester, if she does what she did last time...." Kassi
points to the appropriate jacket, then starts laughing at Cav's words.
"Oh, aye! Mayhaps you should apprentice to him, Davi. The Irresistability
Craft."
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This flying jacket is not as insulated as normal flying jackets, as
traveling /between/ is forbidden until after pregnancy. The thick black
jacket is cut wide to accommodate the increasing girth of pregnancy and is
lined with soft dark brown fur. Its collar is high to protect her neck and
adjustable velcro-like strips fasten the left side of the jacket. Included
in the outfit is a widely adjustable leather belt with metal roundels with
which the rider can clip herself securely into her lifemate's straps. She
wears a pair of dark brown loose-fitting wool trousers to insulate her in
flight; these tuck neatly into a pair of well-lined black wherhide ankle
boots.
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Davidon blushes again, "Maybe I should keep my attention on riders only.
They don't seem to have this afliction..." he looks over at Kassi.
C'vadan hmmms. "That's a wonderful idea, Kassi. Now, where's a Weaver when
you need one."
Davidon shakes his head, "Ooh no. I don't need any 'help'." he pulls out a
black tunic, looking at it thoughtfully before putting it back
Kassima snorts in amusement at Davi. "I have a theory. It says that the
day I'm infatuated with anyone is the day all Pern falls to the Threads.
Ergo, I think Pern will remain safe for quite some time...." She peers
again at the jacket on display. "'Course, this looks more like one for
flying than going *between* in. But that'd come more in handy anyway,
'twould think."
C'vadan hmmms. "Also something for Cail, too," he murmurs.
Kassima tugs on Aph's arm and points to the kilt. "Get that for K'nan,"
she suggests with a wicked grin. "I'm sure he'd love it."
---
A simple black tunic, ample in cut and laced up the neck with a leather
cord is folded atop a kilt of black and red checks, in the colors of
Benden Weyr. The pleats of heavy wool would fall just above the wearer's
knees, revealing calves well-muscled by Dragonriding. The set includes a
fine leather belt, tooled with Dragons, from which hangs a matching pouch.
---
C'vadan blinks at Kassima's suggestion. "I have never understood why
anyone... let alone a rider... would wear that."
Aphrael starts slightly, then glances over at Kassi. "What? Oh!" She
bursts out laughing. "Why don't *you* try to convince him he should wear
it?" she asks her friend with a grin. "I know I'd never succeed."
Kassima grins at Cav. "Exactly! That's why I think Aph should get it for
K'nan. C'mon, Aph... would he refuse to wear something bought lovingly
for him with marks from his own weyrmate's pouch?"
Davidon chuckles softly, "Things happen Kassi..." he murmers not looking
up from another tunic.
Aphrael splutters slightly, with laughter or indignation, its hard to
tell. "I'd hardly buy that for him in the first place, Kassi!"
Kassima sighs and puts on her most morose expression. "But Aph, I'm sure
he'd adore it... and you *did* want to get him something for the Gather.
Boll's too hot for heavy wherhides! That skirt--err, kilt, 'twould suit
just perfectly!"
Davidon shakes his head, "You are evil Kassi. Just look at that thing...I
don't think ladies would wear skirts that skimpy." he chuckles. "One
strong wind and you'd be showing everyone your...well...business."
Aphrael slaps her palm against her forehead, groaning slightly. "Why don't
you wear it yourself, if its so perfect?" she responds with a wink.
C'vadan bursts out laughing, doubled over.
Kassima gives Aph a *look*, then glances down at her own skirt. Which, it
might be added, isn't much longer than that kilt. "Red and black checks
with forest green and silver?" she asks incredulously.
Davidon quirks a smile, though he blushes hotely.
K'nan strolls over to this section of the tent.
Kassima grins at Davi. "Well, I wouldn't recommend fighting Thread in it,
that's for certain; mighty strong winds up there, y'know. K'nan! 'Twas
just telling Aph how *perfectly* this kilt would suit you!"
C'vadan trys to regain his composure but loses it again when K'nan enters.
C'vadan just laughs and laughs and laughs.
Kassima:
Bright emerald eyes sparkle with amusement and good humor from
under dark brows with the graceful arch of a dragon's wing; a thick,
windblown forelock as black as pitch stops just short of obscuring her
vision. The merry expression she wears shows Kassima's high and
occasionally mischievous spirits, giving a clue to the fun-loving, impish
nature of this particular greenrider.
The dress Kassi wears is somewhat unusual in nature: its
coloration is a deep, forest green that glimmers with traces of emerald
iridescence. A thin web of glittering silver brocade swirls about the
figure-hugging bodice, adding to and enhancing the verdant hue underneath
rather than covering it up. The V-shaped neckline is cut just a shade
short of being too low for decorum; it does, however, display the fiery
colors of the crimson eggshell charm on Kassima's neck quite well. Though
the upper half of the dress is cut closely to the rider's slender frame,
the short sleeves are fairly loose, to allow freedom of movement. So, too,
is the skirt, which falls to Kassi's knees in loose waves of shimmering
cloth.
A shining belt of silver chain winds around Kassi's waist,
dropping in the front center to form a sharp V-shape. Hanging from said
belt are two silver-hilted knives in black leather sheaths, as well as a
small black belt-pouch. The greenrider's long blue-black hair has been
left unbraided and unadorned, cascading down her back to stop just above
the hem of her dress. Kassima's emerald graduation ring gleams on her
right ring finger (+detail available). A pair of sturdy yet elegant boots,
of all things, finish the outfit: cut so that they fold at the ankle, and
dyed a green to match the gown, swirls of silver trail along the cuffs of
them as well.
Kassi flashes you a grin and waves cheerfully when she notices
your gaze. Only two fire-lizards currently accompany her, a red-gold queen
and a dark, dignified blue; however, several others can often be seen
hovering or popping in and out of her vicinity. Though she is not wearing
her riding jacket, she has carefully pinned the knot delineating her
status as the Benden Weyr rider of green Lysseth on one shoulder of her
outfit.
K'nan pushes his way into the tent, ducking under the flap..and pauses. He
raises an eyebrow, "Er...a /kilt/, Kassi?"
Aphrael giggles at Kassi. "Well.. the weyr's colours.. plus Lysseth's..
and silver as a bonus.."
Davidon coughs and doesn't look up from a very interesting vest.
Kassima wrinkles her nose at Aph, and *pthbts* soundly. "It doesn't match
my boots." She points down to said green-and-silver ankle boots, then
walks over to K'nan and pulls him over to the kilt. "See? 'Tis in Benden
Weyr's colors and everything! Wouldn't it make perfect Gather wear? After
all, 'tis nay *too* windy today... really... well, sort of, but...."
Aphrael splutters slightly, giggling. "What happened to you, anyway?" she
asks her weyrmate, then laughs again at Kassi's reaction.
K'nan lets himself be dragged over to the kilt, shaking his head, "No,
Kassi...um...I'd rather not wear a dress..." He grins over to Aphrael,
"Ran into an old friend, had t'say hello.."
Kassima puts her hands on her hips. "Are you saying there's aught *wrong*
with wearing dresses, then?" she demands. Somehow, miraculously, she's
managed to keep a straight face through all of this. How long she'll be
able to maintain that is anyone's guess.
C'vadan finally recovers from his fit of laughter. "Davidon, can you and
Sayla catch a lift back with someone else. I need to get back to Benden."
K'nan shakes his head, trying to suppress a grin. "Of course not, Kassi...
but...I don't think it'd be very comfortable to wear a-dragonback."
Davidon smiles at C'vadan and nods, "I"m sure we can find someone. She's
still looking over the animals in the beastcraft. Thanks for the ride
over."
C'vadan heads into the main area of the tent.
Kassima hrmphs. "Well, *that's* true enough," she admits, looking down at
her own skirt again. "But 'twould be *possible*, so long as you didn't
fly Thread or sweeps in it... wouldn't want to give the Holders an eyeful,
after all." She's definitely starting to lose it; though she manages to
keep from laughing or even smiling, her green eyes are practically
snapping with mirth.
K'nan grins openly, eyes glittering with amusement as Kassima goes on. He
glances over to his weyrmate as if to ask for help, "What d'you think,
love?"
Davidon chuckles softly, "Jays...think of the stories."
Davidon looks around, "So...think I should get something for m'self?" he
asks, unsure.
Aphrael bites her lip, managing to keep somewhat of a straight face.
"Well... she does have a point, love." she answers K'nan.
K'nan blinks, raising an eyebrow. "A point?" He looks down at the kilt
again, then back up. Plaintively, "It's..it's...a /skirt/, Aph!"
Kassima shrugs at Davi. "Why nay?" is her philosopical response, then she
turns to K'nan and nods vigorously. "Aye, aye, a point! Think of how much
cooler 'twould be to wear that than full pants, on a Bollian Gather day!
Why, you'd suffocate, elsewise! And imagine, too, the envy from people who
wouldn't dare wear such a thing. They'd think you have real courage. And
style. Don't forget style."
Davidon hides his face behind a tunic he lifts up and tries not to chuckle
too loud.
Benden Weyr> K'nan sets his @do. hee.
Player Name On For Idle Doing
K'nan 00:15 4s I'm /not/ going to wear a skirt. Period.
89 Players logged in.
Benden Weyr> Kassima LOLs!!!
Benden Weyr> Karise tee hees at K'nan.
K'nan peers at the other greenrider suspiciously, "Uh-huh. You just want
to see me make a fool out of myself, is all."
Aphrael can't supress a snicker at K'nan's tone. "And? I wear skirts..
they aren't that bad."
Kassima's eyes widen, and she actually bats her black lashes a time or
two. "Would *I* want that, mentor mine?" she protests. "For a fellow
greenrider? A fellow greenrider who wields knives, nay less? Surely you
jest!"
Davidon looks very glad Sayla's not here, she might ask him to wear
something like that. He lays the black tunic with gold threads to one side
and eyes the vests again.
Benden Weyr> Kassima sets hers, too. ;)
Player Name On For Idle Doing
Kassima 07:59 0s It's not a skirt, K'nan, it's a kilt! ;)
89 Players logged in.
Benden Weyr> Kindre has to see this...
Benden Weyr> Kindre giggles despite not getting it :)
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth rumbles with a touch of
resignation. << My rider insists I should tell you, Veyath, that you
would
be the envy of all other green dragons everywhere if your rider wore an
*image of a kilt*. >>
Benden Weyr> Davidon sets his too. *shrug*
Benden Weyr> K'tyn grins at Kassi and K'nan! :) Kilts r kewl, man!
Player Name On For Idle Doing
Davidon 03:27 9s Wear a kilt--bare your wears! 8o
91 Players logged in.
K'nan can't help but chuckle at Kassima, "Sure you would." He turns to
grin over to Aphrael, "And you too!"
Davidon looks at K'nan, "Are you going to wear it?
Kassima holds up one hand. "I swear by the shards of Lysseth's egg--aye,
and Faranth's too--that I think you would look very stylish in a kilt."
This, too, is said with a straight face... after all, 'comedic' is a
style, right?
Dragon> Prefeth and Lysseth sense that Veyath rumbles soft amusement,
<< He doesn't seem very keen on the idea. >>
K'nan shakes his head firmly, "No. I am /not/ going to wear a skirt, you
two."
Aphrael giggles softly. "Me? Jest? Never!"
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth pauses, then sighs.
<< Kassi further instructs me to tell you that your rider should at
*least* try the *image of kilt* on first. Then come out long enough to
show it to you. She thinks you would find your rider very stylish.
Whatever stylish is. I think she's just gone crazy again. >>
Dragon> Veyath and Lysseth sense that Prefeth warbles softly, his mindtone
coloured with curiousity as he asks. << I wonder if this *kilt* thing
would fit me? >>
Kassima pleads with K'nan, "At least try it *on* first! How d'you know
you don't like it, if you never even try? 'Tis just me and Aph here. We
won't laugh. Will we, Aph?"
Aphrael pauses in her laughter, staring outside the tent with absolute
astonishment. "Did Prefeth just say what I *thought* he just said?!"
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth rumblelaughs. <<
Kassima
says that you should get your rider to ask the Weavers to make you one!
>>
K'nan shakes his head again, just as firmly. Crossing his armms even, this
time. "No..." He breaks down laughing, "Yes, we'll let /Prefeth/ try the
kilt on!"
Kassima giggles. "I think so, Aph! See, K'nan. What's good enough for
*Prefeth*...."
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "This is truly, truly priceless. Aph, you
almost made me snarf rice and die. I hope you're happy. :)"
Dragon> Veyath and Lysseth sense that Prefeth sighs slightly, <<
Aphrael
tells me it is *much* too small to fit. >>
Sayla wanders over to this section of the tent.
Sayla peeks inside, warily.
Benden Weyr> Aphrael ROTFL!!!
Benden Weyr> Aphrael is, oh she is. ;)
K'nan grins, finishing Kassi's statement, "..is good enough for a blue
dragon. Not me."
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth cannot seem to stop
rumblechuckling. << My rider insists that the Weavers could make you a
large one. >>
Davidon waves to Sayla, smiling worriedly to her, "Hello again."
Aphrael bursts into laughter again, shaking her head even as her face
displays her absolute surprise. "No.. its too small!" she repeats,
giggling.
Kassima shakes her finger at K'nan. "But blue dragons have such
*marvelous* taste! At least, Prefeth does. Would you be denying that?"
Noting the worry to his smile, Sayla approaches Davidon, holding out her
hand to him. "What'th wrong?"
K'nan smirks, "Nope..can't deny it. Aph's his, after all. Still not
getting me into that skirt, uh-uh, no way, no how."
Davidon leaves the tunic and vest he was looking at were they lay and
takes Sayla's hand, "Aphrael and Kassima are trying to get K'nan to wear
a ski--eerr kilt is all."
Sayla ooooooohs and looks rather pensively at Davidon's legs. "Kiltth are
wonderful!"
Dragon> Veyath and Lysseth sense that Prefeth tilts his head, considering
Lysseth's words with absolute sincerity. << Could they? >> He
asks, then
repeats the question to his lifemate. << She says it would be
*expensive. >> He sounds a trifle petulant. << I think it would
suit
me.. >>
Aphrael leans over to tickle K'nan lightly. "Hey, Prefeth has good taste!"
"But, K'nan," Kassi cajoles, "just think of wearing it when you were
proddy... nay anyone would dare laugh, for fear of inspiring your wrath!
And it wouldn't look laughable at all. It's just *made* for a dragonrider.
Aren't you man enough to wear a skir--err, kilt?"
Davidon's face falls and he shakes his head, his worse fear coming to
light, "Ohh, nononono! My legs? Oh no, chickens look better."
Aphrael winks over at Davi and Sayla. "Not to mention Prefeth.. he thinks
he'd look great in that kilt." she gestures over at the tiny, much too
tiny kilt for a large blue dragon to wear.
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth's mindvoice takes on the
hint of a draconic giggle as she shares her lifemate's extreme amusement.
<< Kassima insists that she would start a fund to help pay the price,
Prefeth. >>
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth pauses a moment, then
adds, << Maybe you could wear the *image of kilt* over your wrist,
Prefeth? As a sort of foreclaw decoration? >>
"Aph, Ima..." Sayla meanders to where the two female riders are. "Don't
you think Davidon and K'nan both should have one?"
K'nan shakes his head again, "Not doing it, Kassi...uh-uh." He turns away,
trying to change the subject, "Aye - let's let /Dav/ try on the skirt."
Davidon blushes hotly, "Ohno!" he looks at Sayla, "C'mon, that 'tiny'
thing? It's less then ladies weyr!" he eyes K'nan, "Oh no. I'm not doing
it either. I don't have a dragon to hide behind."
Kassima shakes her head. "But Davi, while he would nay doubt look
magnificent in that kilt," she adds, nodding a very firm agreement with
Sayla, "isn't a dragonrider. This kilt is just *meant* for a Benden rider.
It would look *fabulous* on you! And you wouldn't want to disappoint
Sayla, would you? Just think how envious Prefeth would be, too!"
Dragon> Veyath and Lysseth sense that Prefeth perks up, his voice taking
on bright and happy colours as he replies. << I would *love* to try
it on!
Aphrael just keeps laughing though. >> He sounds a little confused,
then
blinks. << She tells me I would ruin it trying to get it on over my
foreclaws, Lysseth. >>
Lysseth> I bespoke Veyath and Prefeth with << What about over your
tail's
end, then? >>
Sayla pouts a little at Kassima's statement and is clearly trying to see
Davidon's legs through his trousers.
Aphrael giggles at Sayla. "Oh, yes! Indeed. Shards, but there are plenty
of kilts here!"
Davidon walks behind a display to hide his legs.
Kassima notes to Sayla, "I'm sure there are *other* kilts, though, that
would suit Davi *perfectly*. You two would set a new fashion! Kilts!
People would look at you with admiration and envy! They would feel their
guts twist with envy that they weren't the ones to get in on the kilt
trend first!"
K'nan very slowly and methodically attempts to edge towards the exit.
Dragon> Prefeth and Lysseth sense that Prefeth considers, then snorts.
<< It would come off when I fly, though. >>
Aphrael grins, and edges closer to intercept her weyrmate.
Kassima picks up the kilt and follows after K'nan with it, trying to hold
it in front of his legs. "Look, just look how great it looks--how great it
would look! Please, K'nan? For *us*?"
Davidon chuckles, "Envy...right...more like laughing stock." he murmers,
frowning at the thought of people pointing and laughing at him.
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth considers this for a long
time. << There is a *belt*, my rider says, to keep it on. >>
K'nan encounters a rack of clothes as he backs up, glancing between Kassi
and Aphrael warily. He grins, "Um...."
Sayla rolls her golden green eyes at Davidon, looks through her long, dark
lashes, and whimpers, "Aw, pleeeeeze?"
Kassima ducks in to hold the kilt against K'nan's waist now that he can't
flee. "Look, everyone! Wouldn't K'nan be absolutely *fantastic* in this
kilt? I think it was *made* with you in mind, mentor mine."
Davidon moves off in the other dirrection seeing that K'nan cannot flee
the way he's going, "Oh Sayla...please....you wouldn't want to see my hair
ol' legs would you?" he makes a face. "Really, I'd look foolish."
Dragon> Prefeth bespoke Veyath and Lysseth with << Really? I'd
want one in
my colours, and all! >> A dragon with a sense of fashion? Wonders will
never cease. << Aphrael tell me she wants to try and make Veyath's
rider
and the dragonhealer try on theirs first, though. >>
Sayla nods rapidly in answer to Davidon's question. "I'll bet you have
great legth!"
Aphrael grins evilly at her weyrmate. "Come on, just try it on!" she adds,
with a chuckle. "We can close our eyes, if you'd like.."
Davidon gulps at the look Sayla is giving him, blushing promptly, "Um,
why don't you wear one? It would be beautiful on you." he smiles
winningly, trying to throw her off.
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth warbles brightly.
<< I
think we should make all of our riders wear these *image of kilt*
things. >>
Sayla whispers to Aphrael, "I don't wanna clothe my eyeth! And Davidon, I
have very thkinny calveth."
Dragon> Veyath and Lysseth sense that Prefeth pauses slightly as he
digests that. << It would be very *amusement*!>> He agrees.
Davidon eerks, "Me too!" he answers.
Aphrael giggles at Sayla, and winks, "We just tell them that to make them
agree first, Sayla!" she whispers back.
Sayla hmmms, crosses her arms, and looks rather M'kla-ish in her
determination. "Prove it."
Sayla winks at Aphrael.
Davidon frowns at the evil-women's and hikes up one of his pant-legs.
K'nan swallows once, raising at eyebrow at his weyrmate's evil look.
"Ah....you're not /really/ going to make me do this, are you?" He looks at
Aphrael plaintively.
Kassima pauses suddenly, and hmms. "I don't care, Lyss," she comments.
"The length's naught to me." Obviously, since her skirt's only perhaps
three inches longer than that kilt. "So long as 'twas weighted enough nay
to blow away in a brisk wind... oh, come on, K'nan! Are you saying you
wouldn't do one itty bitty favor for your friends and your weyrmate?"
Sayla ahems and lifts her hand upward. "Higher," she instructs Davidon
encouragingly while giggling at Kassima.
Davidon blushes and shakes his head, "No....jays, I'd look like a woman in
that." he looks a bit releaved that Sayla isn't waving one of the vile-
colored clothes at him yet. "Think of what a little wind would do. The
whole gathers would know what I'm..um...made of."
Aphrael raises an eyebrow at K'nan, and replies in a no nonsense tone.
"Of course I am going to make you do it.. after all, we *did* come in here
to buy clothes, right?"
K'nan sighs. In a defeated tone, "All right, all right..yes, dear, I'll
try it on. But you and Kassi /owe/ me for this one, Shard it!"
Davidon blanches as K'nan gives in. Ohno!
Kassima gives Davi a *look*. "Are you saying there's something wrong with
the way women look?" she inquires with a raised eyebrow. She's really
having to struggle not to laugh as she says that, and it's pretty obvious
on her face. But that dissolves as soon as K'nan agrees, to be replaced
by delight. "Oh, you *will*? How divine! You won't regret it, K'nan--I'm
positive 'twill look downright, um, fitting! Right!"
Davidon taps his hand against his chest, "nothing wrong with looking like
a woman...if you're a woman. But Jays, I'm a man...."
Sayla peers at Davidon and thinks about saying something, puts a hand over
her mouth, and giggles.
Aphrael bounces and giggles. "Yes, yes!" she says, agreeing with K'nan.
"You'll love it, you will!"
Davidon blushes at Sayla's look.
Aphrael shoots a look over at Davi, grinning. "If K'nan can do it, you can
do!"
K'nan reaches over and lays a firm hand on Davidon's shoulder. In a no-
arguments tone, "If /I/ have to try the sharding thing on, so do you."
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Might wanna change that @do now, K'nan. ;)"
Benden Weyr> Karise says, "Is it on him??"
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Nope, but he's agreed! Melibabe!!!! :)"
Benden Weyr> Aphrael says, "Almost. ;)"
Davidon yipes as he jumps at K'nan's hand on his shoulder, his eyes going
round, "B-but..." he really can't think of any way to argue his way out of
it so squishes up his face "GAH!"
Aphrael beams brightly at K'nan and Davi. "Great!"
Kassima claps her hands together. "Fabulous! You two are going t'look
smashing, mark m'words!"
Davidon just frowns.
Sayla steps back with the other females and nods, though a tinge of a
blush creeps into her cheeks.
Davidon waggles a finger at Sayla, "Well...pick out one that you like..."
K'nan shakes his head, making an effort to not grin. "Okay, okay...by
Faranth, you women'll be th'death of me yet. Where is th'sharding thing?"
Sayla leans over to whisper to Kassima and Aphrael.
Dragon> Juliath bespoke Lysseth with << *My rider* wishes to know
where
*your rider* is at. >>
Sayla whispers "You two pick thomething out!"
K'tyn ambles over to this section of the tent.
Karise strolls over to this section of the tent.
K'nan looks up at the new arrivals, and groans. "Oh, no...out, you two.
Away with you, have enough people ready t'witness this embarassment..."
Aphrael is looking very proud of herself, then edges over to the kilts.
"Hrm, black and red, for Benden.. with green, and blue?" She pulls one
out, flourising it as she grins at Sayla.
K'tyn grins, "Embarrassment? What?"
Sayla brushes some straw off of the botton of her gown, frowning in
annoyance. "That thoundth good!" she replies to Aphrael.
Lysseth> I bespoke Juliath with << She is in *image of Weavercraft
Tent*,
lardlegs. >>
Meli walks over to this section of the tent.
Aphrael turns and waves at K'tyn and Karise, kilt in hand. "K'nan and Davi
are going to try out some kilts." she answers, grinning as she offers the
kilt to her weyrmate.
Davidon sighs, watching Aph and Sayla pick out his skirt...eerr....kilt.
Kassima nods to Sayla, and grins. "Make K'nan wear the black and red
checked one, mayhaps... Davi, how 'bout the Dragonhealer and Bendenite
colors? Kiat, want to wear a kilt too?"
K'nan covers his face as Meli walks in. "Oh, shells...you /too/, Meli?"
K'tyn peers closely at K'nan. "What is so embarrassing? Kilts are fine
things!" he gestures down at his own.
Aphrael digs in the pile for a second kilt, then nods at Kassi. "Purple,
then, with the black and red?"
Davidon can't really blush any darker, and sighs to himself.
Meli slips in, blinking at the crowd. "Shards, y'all shoppin? Lyss jus'
told Jul that Kassi was here."
"Kilts? They're quite dashing, I think." But then again, Karise has seen
them. "Besides, Kiat's got great legs." Fingers waggle Meli-wards as she
enters.
Kassima grins at K'nan. "See. Told you 'tis fashionable."
Kassima laughs and waves to Meli. "Meli! You're just in time to watch
K'nan and Davi try on some kilts!"
K'nan smirks up at Kassi, "K'tyn is not th'last word in fashion, mentee
mine." He looks down at the kilt his weyrmate handed him, and sighs.
Davidon waves to the benden-folks coming in.
Aphrael beams over at Meli as she edges towards Davi. "How about this
one?" she asks, holding the kilt out.
Meli's eyebrows lift, as a smile grows across her face. "Eh, really? They
goin' t'parade f'us a bit too?"
K'tyn grins, folding his arms. "Tisn't a skirt. Tis a Kilt! A /manly/
thing...and I'll deck the one who says otherwise." He says teasingly.
Davidon makes a face at the mix of colors and just nods, "Red...black...
and purple? Ok. What do you wear with the kilt? What sort of shirt?"
K'tyn *notes Kiat /is/ desced in a kilt. :) If you want to look.:)
Sayla points to a handsome white shirt and replies, "One of thothe. But I
hear hardy men don't wear thirth...ssshirts with them."
Kassima grins at Aph. "Purple, black, and red are divine. Try the lace-up
black tunics they've got with 'em, Davi... K'nan, that black and red one
is *perfect* for you, I swear it! Look at the dragons on the belt! If
Kiat's nay the last word, then *you* will be." Laying it on a little
thick, is Kassi... but hey, it's worked so far.
Sayla then moves back to Davidon and lays a hand over his arm. "You don't
have to if you really don't want to, you know..."
K'tyn nods at Sayla. "Tis true, little one. My da didna wear one, but...I
find that the wool is a bit harsh on my arms with out it."
Aphrael grins and nods at K'tyn, "That kilt suits you perfectly!" she
agrees, then turns back to watch her weyrmate with a sense of
satisfaction.
Davidon chuckles at Sayla and pats her hand, "Well, if K'nan is going to
wear one, I don't see why I can't too...even if I don't have a dragon to
hide behind."
Sayla turns to look at K'tyn, honestly wounded. "Little one?"
K'tyn grins at Karise. "Tis why I wanted to come here. Tis not so soon for
Kyris to have his own plaid."
Meli shifts, settling herself against a corner of one of the display
tables. Crossing her arms over her chest, she watches, grinning.
Kassima grins at K'tyn. "Now, you're a perfect model of what I've been
telling K'nan all along--that kilts are very stylish indeed! Eh, mayhaps,
Meli. We definitely get to see how they turn out, don't we now?"
Karise watches, shaking her head before letting loose a chuckle, wandering
just how long it will be before they have them in kilts. At Davidson's
comment, a smile breaks, before she mutters, "Just watch out for a high
wind."
K'tyn blinks, looking back at Sayla. "You are very little...compared to
me."
K'nan lifts the kilt, looking at it, and sighs. "Okay, I'll try it on...
but I'll get you for this, Aph, Kassi...mark my words."
Kassima grins without a trace of repentance. "'Tis worth it, K'nan, and
you can be marking *mine* in that."
Davidon blushes at Karise, "Jays...that's what I've been telling um."
K'tyn shakes his head, grinning. "Tis no mark of dishonor, K'nan, but the
exact opposite!"
Karise looks over to K'tyn, nodding as she murmurs, "I'd hope you were
thinking that." She winks at Davidon, before adding, "Aww, but then again,
we get to see who has great legs, and who, well..." She doesn't finish.
Aphrael chuckles, and nods in agreement with Kassi's words. "Prefeth wants
to see you in it, too." she tells K'nan.
Sayla smiles just a little at K'tyn before sidling back to Davidon's side,
trying to look a little taller. And older.
K'nan looks a bit alarmed at that, "Pref - oh, no. I'm not going to wear
this out there. He can see me just fine through you."
Kassima snorts. "I'm nay afraid to wear a skirt, and I've as much risk
embarrassment-wise as you lot." She does a quick twirl, causing the skirt
to flare--though no farther than the knees, of course, as it has been
carefully weighted at the hem to prevent it from going too high. "C'mon,
K'nan, go ahead and put it on! We want to see!"
Davidon takes the bundle of cloth, the belt the tunic and the pouch and
heads to a dressing room, not brave enough to dress before the whole
group.
K'tyn winks at Sayla, then looks at K'nan assessingly.
Meli starts to tap her foot. "I'm still waitin' t'see one o'these fine men
changing."
Aphrael giggles and shakes her head. "Oh no, love, he wants to see it for
himself." She didn't encourage him at all, either, nope!
K'tyn says "I think a lesser kilt would do you best, man," Kiat says
thoughtfully, the left side of his mouth quirked upward. "One that doesna
really need a belt to hold it to your hips.""
Sayla watches Davidon move away, the expression on her young face myriad
and complex. She chooses a quiet corner to wait in, chewing on her lip
rather than her nails.
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K'nan sighs, and waits for Davidon to come out of the dressing room so he
can use it himself.
"--Well, K'nan?" Meli asks as she tilts her head. "Y'goin' to change?"
K'nan raises a disbelieving eyebrow at Meli, "There's only one dressing
area, Meli...wait a few. I'll be quite ridiculous-looking soon enough."
Meli blinks. "Dressing area? Now, where's th'fun in that?"
K'nan grins, "Sorry t'disappoint you, m'dear..."
K'tyn grins quietly, turning to look at the stacks and stacks of plaids
nearby. He finds a length of just plain Benden plaid, and nods, murmuring
quietly to Karise. "What think you of this? Seems to be made of the
softest wool..."
Kassima sighs, as though utterly disappointed, then grins. "I'd be tempted
to look for something t'buy m'self, but I think I've spent *enough* on
Weavers lately with the two Gather gowns, matching shoes, boots from
m'tanner cousin, and that vest. If this one hadn't been a gift, I'd be
flat broke; as 'tis, nay more clothes for me for a Turn or two!"
Karise touches, attention diverted from Davidon's eventual arrival to look
over the plaid. "Aye...that would be better....I don't want anything to
chafe him."
Teyal strides over to this section of the tent.
Meli wrinkles her nose, looking disappointedly at K'nan and then winking
at Aph. "Kassi, you've more clothes than anyone I know."
K'nan just sighs as Teyal walks in, holding a kilt over one arm. "Another
Bendenite? Kassi, you're calling them in on purpose, aren't you?"
Sayla mumbles, "And I need more. Everything ith too short."
Teyal grins, glancing around at the crowd.
Kassima wrinkles her nose back at Meli. "Do nay. Just Gather things. Other
than that, I've just m'usual gear that I've had for five Turns now. This
Turn was the Turn for buying." She waves to Teyal, and chuckles at K'nan.
"Would I do that? But honestly, nay... 'sa thought, though."
Meli straightens from her casual pose, moving over to the corner where
Sayla has deposited herself. She mutters to Sayla, "... t'other... a...
dress... get... yet?"
Davidon coughs softly before he finally sighs and steps from the dressing
room, unable to hold back any longer.
Aphrael chuckles at Meli, waving over at Teyal in greeting.
Davidon:
The young man before you looks to be around 18 Turns, 9 months, and 22
days old. He has the hard muscular body of someone whos done too much hard
labor, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. Standing at a height
of over 6'2 he tends to look intimidating when hes wearing his serious,
moody expression. Corn-silk whitish-blonde hair hangs to the center of his
shoulders, and at the moment hes wearing it in a neat runner tail. His
eyes are a deep, almost black blue, like a midnight sky. Clean shaven, his
square face is tanned to a healthy bronze from days under the Pern sun,
and a very slight cleft marks his chin. He returns your look quietly and
gives you a nod in reply.
Dressed for the gather, Davi is wearing a simple crisp white tunic, ample
in cut and laced up the neck with a leather cord. Over this tunic is
wrapped the black, red and purple checked kilt. The pleats of heavy wool
fall to the middle his thighs, revealing calves well-muscled from heavy
work. A thick black belt encircles the muscular waist with a delicately
tooled pouch hangs from it weighting down the front of the fabric.
K'tyn waves at Teyal, grinning a greeting before stepping up to a hovering
journeyman. "I'd like to purchase this," he murmurs, lookingat the babe in
Karise's arms. "And a few other things, sized upwards for the laddie,
there."
Sayla shakes her head at Meli, not seeing Davidon as her attention shifts.
She mutters to Meli, "Jutht thith one... Davidon bought..." And she
indicates what she's wearing.
Kassima whistles and starts applauding as Davi comes into view. "'Twas
absolutely right, now, wasn't I? 'Tis right excellent that you're looking,
Davidon, and make nay mistake in that! Sayla, Aph, don't you agree?"
Aphrael claps appreciatively as she looks Davidon over. "Well well, it
looks good, don't you agree?" she asks in general.
Karise whistles low, nudging K'tyn before she murmurs, "Not bad, Davidon,
not bad at all."
K'tyn turns back at the sound of the whistle. "Ah, there ya go, Lad!" he
calls out, laughter swelling his voice.
Meli turns her head to admire Davi's kilt, and his legs, then turns back
to Sayla and with a smile indicates the clothing display. "Did y'see
anythin' else y'liked?"
Teyal looks over at Davidon with and grins, "So that's a kilt."
Aphrael grins and nudges K'nan lightly. "Your turn, now."
K'tyn grins at Teyal. "Tis one..but not the only one."
K'nan very, very carefully starts to back up as everyone's attention is
drawn to Davi. Maybe..he stops as Aphrael nudges him, "Oh, all right...."
He chuckles, taking a deep breath before heading into the recently-vacated
dressing area.
"Nope...everything'th ugly," Sayla answeres Meli with a crinkled-up nose.
"Exthept that green tunic there, and...ooooooooooooooooh!" Yes, she just
spotted Davidon.
Kassima waves over to Aph. "You'd best stand in front of the dressing
area, so he doesn't try to escape," she calls to her friend.
Teyal looks over to K'tyn curiously, then smiles appreciatively, "I think
I like the style."
Aphrael grins and watches her weyrmate duck into the dressing area, then
laughs at Kassi. "I doubt he could, with all of us waiting."
Davidon gulps at all the eyes on him, "Does it look that bad?" he asks,
keeping his hands on the pouch as if a high wind might blow in at any
moment.
Kassima glances around, then lowers her voice. She mutters to Aphrael,
"... that for him... in there.... show... to..."
Aphrael senses Kassima glances around, then lowers her voice. "Y'know, we
could buy that for him while he's in there. So he can show it to
Prefeth."
Meli moves over to the table, and with a nod at the weaver apprentice
standing behind it, picks up the green tunic and holds it out, sizing it
up to Sayla. "Nice color" she notes.
K'tyn folds his arms and beams at Davidon, just before yelling to K'nan.
"Be sure tae be wearing it right, K'nan! Y'must remove everything to do it
proper," he shouts in a thick hills' accent.
Karise turns back, before looking over the plaid pattered again. "How much
he asking for, Kiat?" She looks up to K'tyn, before glancing back down.
"I've still a few marks left."
Sayla stares at Davidon, mouth agape, eyes wide.
Davidon blushes hotly. "Um...that bad?"
Teyal chuckles. "If this becomes popular at Benden I'll have to get
Kharoth to fan his wings in the bowl more often."
Sayla then hmmms? at Meli, smiling. "It'th a lovely colo....no! Davidon,
you look tho...wonderful! Handthome!"
K'tyn grins at Karise, his eyes twinkling. "Save your marks for yourself,
sweet. I've got this taken care of."
Aphrael chuckles lightly at her friend. She mutters to Kassima, "...
idea!" she agrees.
You sense Aphrael chuckles lightly at her friend. "Sounds like a good
idea!" she agrees.
Davidon blinks at Teyal owlishly.
K'tyn laughs at Teyal. "So that's why he's preening about me when I pass
by, hm?"
Teyal smiles innocently.
Benden Weyr> Sayla giggles at Teyal. I LIKE how she thinks!
Benden Weyr> K'tyn hees. :) You would, Sayla.:)
Benden Weyr> Teyal spreads her innocent IC smile to the channel ;)
Karise raises brows to that, before smiling a bit. "Alright...I was just
checking." She grins at Teyal, before adding, "Believe me, it's quite a
sight when he lands on Prometh, too."
Davidon looks around, "Jays it doesn't even cover my knees..."
Teyal's smile changes to a wicked grin.
K'tyn nods. "But think of the freedom of movement."
Kassima opens her mark pouch and passes a few pieces over to Aph. She
mutters to Aphrael, "... ask... if two... aren't... contribution...
for..."
Aphrael senses Kassima opens her mark pouch and passes a few pieces over
to Aph. "Go, ask someone how much it costs; if two marks aren't enough
contribution from me, then feel free to ask for more."
Sayla of course looks at Davidon's knees and smiles happily. "Nope! It
doethn't! But you were shortth in hot weather, Davidon. What'th
different?"
Davidon looks at Sayla, "Shorts won't flip up..."
Meli nods at the weaver, asking him to set the tunic aside for a moment
as she turns back to the grouping to get a better look at the kilts.
K'tyn grins, moving backward to peruse Davidon from another angle. He
glances down, grinning wider at Karise, opening his arm for a one handed
hug if she steps into it.
Sayla hmmmmmmmmmms and looks more closely at the legs and the knees and
the kilt. She opens her mouth again, a comment lingering on her lips, then
she puts her hand over her lips and shakes her head.
Kassima folds her arms, tapping one booted foot as she watches the
dressing area with anticipation.
Karise chuckles, shifting as the bundle resting on her chest moves, as
gray eyes peer to meet fuzzy blue ones. A smile, as she moves back with
K'tyn, stepping into embrace as she glances up. "Guess who's awake."
Davidon narrows his eyes slightly, chewing at his lower lip. "I really
don't think this is me..."
Aphrael giggles at Kassi, nodding as she wanders over to speak to the
weaver. A few marks change hands, as she moves back to the group looking
pleased with herself. "Done," Peering irritably over in the direction of
the dressing area, she moves closer and tugs at the curtain, inadvertantly
bringing down the whole thing and removing any chance of cover.
K'tyn looks down at the babe, smiling. "How could he sleep, in this
racket?"
Aphrael blinks, peering at the curtain in her hand. "Oops." she mutters,
glancing up.
Meli lets out a sharp "Ha!" and bends forward, laughing as she wraps her
arms about her stomach. "Good trick, tha', Aph!"
Sayla moves over to Davidon and takes his hands. "Thank you for trying it
on for me...but you don't have to wear it if you don't want to."
"Ack! Aph!" K'nan tries to grab the falling curtain to get at least some
cover. Failing, he quickly finishes dressing in the half-on kilt,
muttering something to himself, "I'll get you for that one..."
K'tyn smiles wider. "K'nan! did you get lost in that chamber? Or d'you
need assistance with it?" He asks lightly, his voice penetrating the hub-
bub.
Kassima's eyes go very wide, then she simply doubles over and falls to her
knees, laughing hysterically. "Aph! How perfect!" she manages to gasp out
through her snickering.
From Karise's arms, Kyris struggles, eyes trying to focus on K'tyn's face.
His mother, however, is staring quite mutely at K'nan. A giggle breaks
out, then another as she shakes her head, shifting Kyris just slightly.
Aphrael bites her lip to keep from laughing outright, giggling. "Umm..
sorry!" she says, rather belatedly, eyes shining with mirth. "You do look
great though, love!" she adds hastily as she catches K'nan's muttered
words.
Davidon squeezes Sayla's hand and looks down at her. He leans over
slightly and whispers.
Kassima manages to regain her composure, and clears her throat. "Ahem...
um, I mean, you look perfect in the kilt, K'nan. Right, of course! Just...
fabulous...." She's forced to look down in order to giggle a moment more
without being seen, then looks up with a perfectly normal--for Kassi--
expression. "It's fantastic!"
K'tyn grins, chuckling himself at Aphrael's deft timing.
Meli finishes laughing, dashing tears from her eyes. She looks a bit
disappointed that K'nan managed to dress so quickly, but says fairly
sincerely "Looks good on you, K'nan!"
K'nan:
With an easy smile and the occasional sparkle of mischief gleaming in
his sky-blue eyes, this fairly young rider seems an amiable sort. To those
who know him, much of the bitterness of the last Turn or so has gone away
in the last few months. His hair is a light brown, hanging almost to the
back of his neck. It looks mostly uncombed, and he reaches back
occasionally to push some of it out of the way. He's apparently dressed
for a Gather, wearing a simple black tunic, laced to the neck with leather
cord, folded above...a kilt. Done in black and red checks with a
scattering of blue and green throughout, the colors of Benden Weyr as well
as his lifemate and weyrmate's lifemate. It falls down to just above his
knees, clearly revealing tanned legs, well-muscled from Turns of
dragonriding. It's held up by a leather belt, well-tooled with dragon
imagery. K'nan appears to be 26 Turns, 9 months, and 1 days old.
Sayla leans up on tippytoes to whisper back to Davidon, very sadly
oblivious to the Advanced Education she just missed courtesy of K'nan.
Teyal chuckles softly, turning politely to study some clothing nearby.
Benden Weyr> Aphrael ROTFL at Sayla's pose!
K'nan stands there, enduring everyone looking him over. "Alright, alright,
you've had your fun...can I change back yet?"
Benden Weyr> K'nan giggles at Sayla.
Benden Weyr> Kassima cannot *stop* laughing at this! :)
Kassima grins and shakes her head. "Now, why would you want to change out
of your new kilt so soon, K'nan?"
Sayla nods. "Do that," she smiles up at the dragonhealer, then gives him a
teensy kiss.
Meli nods sagely at Kassi's comment. "Right! There's lots o'Gather left
t'see, an' tha' looks nice'n breezy for th'hot weather, neh?"
Aphrael awws and shakes her head, grinning manically. "Prefeth wants to
see, first!"
Kassima nods a somber agreement with Meli. "Quite! And 'tis nay *too*
windy, now is it? I'm sure 'twould be right comfortable."
K'nan eyes Kassi warily at the way she said that, "Uh-uh. I'm not buying
this..."
Davidon chuckles softly to Sayla and walks across the tent, testing out
the chill-factor of the air going up his kilt.
Kassima grins wickedly at K'nan. "Ah, but you see, you don't have to!" She
winks. "Consider it... a gift. From Aph and me. A done deal, too, so don't
try t'get out of it."
K'tyn grins at Davidon. "The real test is mounting the dragon."
Benden Weyr> K'nan hides. And there're Weavers coming, too.
Meli glances at the tent ceiling, tapping a finger along her chin. "Hmm,
as I recall, wasna -too- windy, neh. Jus' a bit o'crosswind, an' the
occasional large gust."
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "We already bought it from an NPC, K'nan.
Consider yourself the proud owner of a new kilt. ;)"
Aphrael beams brightly at K'nan. "Too late, my love." she nods at Kassi as
she speaks.
Davidon smiles at K'tyn, "Thank goodness that's not a normal think I have
to deal with."
Benden Weyr> M'kla giggles!
Benden Weyr> M'kla wanna see!
Benden Weyr> Davidon yipes!
Benden Weyr> Rowen Wants to see!
K'nan's eyes widen alarmedly, glancing down at himself, "Uh-uh, no, no
way, no how, never, I am /not/ wearing this kilt out there."
Karise nods. "And with you," she nudges K'tyn, "You had to work on it. I
saw you the first couple of times." Brows waggle, as a small waving fist
catches her attention, and she looks down.
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Come to Boll's Weavercraft tent, M'kla! He and
Davi look *wonderful* in them! ;)"
Benden Weyr> K'nan hides in the weaver tent. Not coming out.
On Teyal's shoulder, Akadi chirples, peering over at K'nan curiously.
Meli widens her eyes, her best-ever astonished and innocent look replacing
her deadpan expression. "But K'nan, y'jus' /have/ t'show tha' off! You'll
have all th'ladies swoonin' at your, uh, knees!"
Kassima gives K'nan the baby-canine eyes. "But... Prefeth would be so
disappointed! And Lysseth *so* wants t'see what all the fuss is about,
too... y'know how Lyss is. She'll nay rest until she sees you in a kilt.
And if 'tis nay *here*, you could always model back home... a mite bit
more *windy* there, though...."
Sayla puts an arm around Davidon's waist and hugs him to her. "You look
terrific."
K'nan slowly begins to back up.
Kassima advances on K'nan at the same rate he backs up. Some people might
be put in mind of how she stalked after a certain 'Reaches brownrider, not
so very long ago. "Now, K'nan... you wouldn't want to disappoint the
dragons, y'know you wouldn't! Bet Veyath would just adore seeing you in
that... and I *swear* nay to have Lysseth whuffle you." She says nothing
about Lyss whuffling him on her own, of course.
Teyal slips around behind K'nan casually.
Davidon shrugs and goes off to speak with one of the weaver apprentices.
K'tyn starts to chuckle at Kassima's maneuvering K'nan. His chest shakes
with mirth.
Sayla watches Davidon go and remarks to Meli nearby, "You know, a kilt ith
really better looking from the back, don't you think?"
M'kla steps over to this section of the tent.
K'nan stops as he encounters a bluerider behind him. He always knew they
were trouble. He eyes Kassima mistrustfully, "Um...they can be
disappointed, then."
Meli breaks into a laugh, nodding at Sayla. "S'different, tha's true."
Kassima reaches out to clap a hand on K'nan's shoulder, smiling benignly.
"Oh, come on. 'Tis nay like you'd be showing anything in that kilt that
nay anyone's seen before."
Teyal smiles, peering around K'nan's shoulder, "M'kla!"
Davidon thanksfully doesn't hear as he speaks with the weaver.
Starratiel strides over to this section of the tent.
Starratiel walks in and waves.
Danuta strolls over to this section of the tent.
M'kla slips in wearing an expression that's a mix of quiet curiosity and
country-yokel-overcome-by-the-crowds. She blinks to find so many of her
own in here. "Hola."
K'tyn winks at M'kla when she enters, his arm about Karise as he laughs
quietly at the shenanegans.
Meli lifts a hand in greeting to M'kla, from where she stands near Sayla
admiring the men in their kilts.
K'nan attempts to hide between Kassima as M'kla and Starr walk in, trying
to lower visibility of his new clothing. "Kassi, I'll get you for this
one."
Karise waggles fingers to M'kla, arms wrapped about bundled Kyris, as she
stands next to K'tyn. She only murmurs one word, before jerking her head
back, "Kilts."
Kassima calls over her shoulder to M'kla, "Heyla! Don't Davi and K'nan
look marvelous in their kilts?" She turns, to be sure not to block the
view of K'nan, though not letting go of him.
Sayla is busy staring at Davidon's kilt-wrapped body and the bared legs to
notice that her mother's just slipped in. "Wow," she adds to Meli, "I
could really thtart...start to like a man'th legs. Davidon'th are
wonderful."
Teyal chuckles, "Looks like we don't have to take them to the weyr, or
even out to the gather.. everyone's coming here.."
Kassima smiles sweetly at K'nan. "You may try," is her serene reply.
Starratiel giggles. "Nice."
Davidon looks up after making the deal with the weaver and waves to M'kla,
going pale, then blushing at Sayla's comment.
And with this latest comment of Sayla's, Meli brightens to a soft of off-
pink color, seeing as how she's looking right at M'kla at the time.
Starratiel looks at Sayla. "Faranth, you've grown.
M'kla chuckles quietly, waving that she's not HERE, as she watches. What a
scene.
Davidon coughs.
K'tyn nods. "They do look handsome in them, I agree, Sayla." His eyes
glint with mirth.
Broccal walks over to this section of the tent.
Starratiel looks around for a Weaver...
M'kla grins. A lot. "Aye." She agrees quietly.
Sayla reaches next to her for a wooden hanger from a tunic already sold,
sneaks up a few steps behind Davidon, and lifts his kilt a few inches
highter.
K'nan sighs, "Fine. If I go show the kilt to the dragons, will you let me
change back and pack this...gift.....away for the rest of eternity?"
Davidon jump and *eeps* at Sayla, turning around quickly to just gape at
her, "Sayla!"
Broccal steps into the clothing area. He nods to the customers as he
straightens displays
Starratiel blushes and looks away. "Um...
Davidon turns a fine color and quickly makes his escape.
Davidon steps into the main area of the tent.
Sayla drops the hanger hurriedly and grins with a big blush. "What?" she
asks innocently.
Kassima somehow manages to manuever around to K'nan's side, to make sure
everyone gets a really good view. "Well... whether you can pack it up's up
t'*Aph*, of course," is her grinning reply.
Sayla, pouting and sighing at Davidon's exit, turns to follow him and just
about plows right into M'kla.
Starratiel umms and steps up to Broccal, eager for a distraction. "Um, can
I comission something for someone who's not actaally here?
Danuta ambles into the main area of the tent.
Danuta lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
Aphrael grins and reaches out for K'nan's hand. "Come on love, lets go
show Prefeth first, and we can discuss the rest later."
M'kla glances down, and grins, getting out of Sayla's way, with a shooing
motion after Davidon, "Go get him, lass...pardon me."
Lysseth> Prefeth lifts his head and peers around after Davidon, crooning
softly.
K'nan resignedly takes his weyrmates hand and follows her out.
Lysseth> Davidon mutters to himself, "Jays...how... I get myself into..."
Broccal blinks, tearing his eyes from Sayla to regard Starratiel.
"Certainly, certainly. What did you have in mind?"
Aphrael wanders into the main area of the tent.
K'nan ambles into the main area of the tent.
Starratiel says "Um, well, there's a daughter of...a close friend..."
Benden Weyr> Kassima wants to see K'nan swing the vine in his new kilt!
Player Name On For Idle Doing
M'rgan 01:59 7s Checking Out K'nan's Legs *WooWoo*
92 Players logged in.
You enter the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
You leave the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
K'nan steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Davidon looks skyward.
Kylee looks stunned and then recovers, "Would you like me to come by with
some sketches?" She smiles, "Maybe when you're not quite so busy?"
Long distance to Aphrael, K'nan, M'rgan, and Meli: Kassima Admires Mart's
@Do. Very muchly. ;)
Sayla steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Felinar walks in with, thanking a couple of Benden riders who arrive with
him and part ways.
Meli steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
>From afar, to K'nan, Kassima, M'rgan, and Meli, Aphrael ROTFL!!!!!
Dyane nods, smiling, "I would be honoured, Kylee. :)"
>From afar, to Aphrael, K'nan, Kassima, and M'rgan, Meli giggles.
Kaeya smiles slightly, "Igen's duty to you and your weyrs, Kassima and
Aphrael." She seems to relax a bit.
"Daaaaaavidoooooonnnn!" Sayla calls, looking high and low and this way and
that for the dragonhealer. She spots Torinth first, of course, and diverts
her course to go greet her mother's green and second mother.
Lysseth lifts her head to peer at Davi and K'nan, and rumbles with what
could *only* be very sound approval. A few of the fire-lizards trill in
approximations of wolf-whistles, causing Kassi to look innocent. "I didn't
train them to do that," she lies to whomever may be listening.
K'nan is dragged along by Aphrael by one hand with a resigned expression
on his face, other hand reaching down to make sure his kilt doesn't come
up.
Kylee smiles, "The honor is the Weavercraft's Ladyholder."
Kadel weaves through the huge crowd looking for a familiar face
Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Heya, Boss! Come to the Boll Gather!"
Prefeth lumbers to his feet, moving over to peer intently at the kilt that
K'nan is wearing. Whuffing slightly, he rumbles his approval.
Benden Weyr> Kassima wafflesalutes the FL! Come see K'nan in a kilt!!
Dyane calls out, 'Any interested in the contest, please PAGE ME WITH ALL
CAPS!!!!"
Davidon errks at Sayla, giving her a worried look as he tries to sneak a
bit away.
Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Just try to leave Southern Boll in one piece,
that's all I ask :)"
Kylee excuses herself to Dyane promising she will get in touch with her as
soon as she has some sketches.
Benden Weyr> Sayla says, "Don't you want us to sully Benden's reputation
right before Search?"
Aphrael looks over and beams at Kaeya. "Benden's duties to you, Kae! Come
and take a look at my weyrmate's new kilt!" she says, stepping aside
slightly so as not to block the view.
Juliath next cranes her neck out, then shifts slightly for a better look.
She finally *whuffles* strongly, unsure what the fuss is about.
Kylee walks away, leaving Lady Dy in the crowd.
Lysseth lowers her head to get a peek at K'nan's legs, *whuffling* rather
enthusiastically.
Davidon narrows his eyes at the dragon, making a note not to get too close
to them.
Felinar wanders around, from somewhere a wine glass appears in his hand.
Kaeya laughs stepping forward at towards the man. Whistling softly, she
murmurs, "Aphrael, you truly are the luckiest woman alive to have a man
who'll wear a skirt." Rosy cheeks arrive with her statement, as though she
is unused to such playfullness.
K'nan lets go of his weyrmate to push his kilt back down as Lysseth blows
it upwards, flushing bright red in embarrassment. "KASSIMA!"
Kylee lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
Narsilth wuffles, the tone filled with amusement. The display of K'nan, no
doubt, caught her interest.
From the sky, Aerth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Kadel gazes at the awesome dragons
From the sky, Nyth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
From the sky, Olynth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
From the sky, Ysareth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
From the sky, Genevith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Teyal steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Sayla gives Torinth her usual big smooching hug and kiss and hug, the
only nonrider who'd really dare to do such a thing, then, spotting
Davidon, she springs in coltish manner, skirts held high, to chase
Davidon. "Lysseth! Don't let him get away!"
Prefeth joins the other two green, enthusiastic as they to find out what
all the fuss is about. Swinging his head around to look at Davidon, he
croons approvingly at the dragonhealer.
Aphrael bursts out laughing at Kaeya's words, then turns just as Lysseth
whuffles. Giggling, she doubles over with laughter at the display.
Dragon> Narsilth bespoke Lysseth with << Interesting human. Good
display! >>
Kassima turns bright red, and starts giggling. "I swear, I did *nay* tell
her to do that, K'nan!"
Davidon looks at Sayla as she comes springing his way, "Hm, what?" he asks
worried. "No more kilt lifting. Your mum will have my hide."
Lysseth swishes her tail to block Davi's path, as Kassi re-affirms Sayla's
request.
Sayla giggles and throws her arms around Davidon. "You're no fun."
Teyal smiles, glancing around at the crowd, and heads on over to lean
against Kharoth, scratching a foreleg for him while he wallows in the
sand.
Lysseth> I bespoke Narsilth with << Yes, very good! Veyath has a
fine
rider. >>
Dyane smiles and waves to Teyal, "You've been away from Boll quite some
time :)"
Davidon scoops Sayla up and spins around with you, "You're an imp!" he
whispers into her ear.
K'nan leaves his hands at his sides, holding his new kilt in place as he
burns a bright red. He eyes Kassima balefully, "I'm going to /get/ you for
that one..."
Rowen wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.
Sayla laughs all the more loudly and replies, "But you like me like that."
Kassima has to lean against Lysseth's shoulder, she's laughing so hard.
"Lyss says... Lyss says that Veyath has a *very* fine rider, K'nan... I
think you've impressed her somehow.... Hey, it wasn't me! Really! 'Twas
Lysseth's doing!"
Felinar turns to face some men wearing Benden Steard knots, he nods
quietly and unobtrusively departs.
Felinar wanders down the jungle path to the west.
Teyal smiles, waving to Dyane, "Hello! Yes.. it's been awhile. Things have
been hectic. How have you been?"
Narsilth snuffs, head inching closer to K'nan. Rude, no less.
Davidon holds Sayla tightly and tickles her.
Veyath rumbles in loud amusement, nuzzling Lysseth happily.
Dragon> Veyath, Lysseth, and Juliath sense that Prefeth rumbles with
contentment. << I think these *image of kilt* things suit Veyath's
rider
and the dragonhealer. >>
>From the sky, Silventh emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Dyane looks around, smiling ruefully, "Busy. But that's what I get
hosting a gather. Are you going to get wet and show these folks how to
compete?" :)
Dragon> Veyath, Prefeth, and Lysseth sense that Juliath rumblenods.
<< They make *image of Meli* and the others very *happiness* so they
must
be a Good Thing. >>
Sayla of course must fight this evil tickling, especially because even her
hair is ticklish...she's a very ticklish girl. "No-no-no-no-EEEEK!" she
laughs, struggling. "Lemme GO." AHA! She leans down and scrambles at the
back of the kilt.
Dragon> Prefeth, Lysseth, and Juliath sense that Veyath rumbles agreement
with Prefeth, << They should keep them. >>
Lysseth> Veyath, Prefeth, and Juliath sense that Lysseth rumbles agrement.
<< That was a very fine display! I think we should all whuffle *image
of
K'nan* and do it again. My rider says no, but she is so very amused that I
think she really wouldn't mind that much. >>
Teyal grins, looking around, "Did I hear something about a Vine swinging
contest?"
From the sky, Laerth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Dyane nods, grinning, 'Oh, yes :) Only the brave do try it :) Or the ones
that want the most fun :)"
Benden Weyr> Sayla says, "Wow. Laerth can fly outside of Threadfall and
Leilanth's flights? ;)"
Davidon uurrffss at Sayla, blinks, "Oh...please...lets not do that..." he
whispers, trying to get his kilt-ends free from Sayla's hands before he's
really embarrassed.
K'nan's eyes widen as he sees Laerth emerge from Between above the beach,
"Oh, shards...P'tran's going to see me dressed in this ridiculousness?"
Benden Weyr> Kassima oohs, incoming FL! Hey, kemosabe, any chance we can
con you into a kilt, too, while we're at it? 0:)
Dragon> Veyath, Lysseth, and Juliath sense that Prefeth sounds very happy
as he agrees. << It is fun to whuffle people. I'm sure Veyath's rider
won't mind. >>
Teyal gives Dyane a wary look.
Teyal says "What do you swing over?"
Rowen hears K'nan's voice as she makes her way through the gather crowds,
and immediately brightens, "K'nan!" Waving of arms, "Hey! K'nan!"
Benden Weyr> P'tran smirks at Kassima. Fat chance :p :)
Dyane looks innocently at Teyal, pointing to the waters, "The ocean, of
course :)"
Juliath bugles a greeting to Laerth.
Sayla pats Davidon's thigh and giggles. "Okay."
Benden Weyr> K'tyn giggles at P'tran.:)
K'nan ducks under the crowd, very stealthfully trying to creep back to the
weavercraft tent.
From the sky, Laerth peers below, as if his rider is trying to decide
where to land, and finally starts down towards the beach.
Laerth backwings to a landing.
Lysseth cranes her head, watching K'nan with that same warble of approval.
She pauses in her scrutiny to lift her head and trumpet a greeting to
Laerth and her rider, then swings her tail around to block K'nan's path.
Davidon blushes at Sayla and lets her go. "I don't know if I trust you."
Benden Weyr> Sayla bets Jehrina would love you in a kilt, Unca 'Tran.
>From the sky, From Atop Aerth, Shaylar shouts over to her weyrlings,
"Karitha and Ashlith are coming in. Let's go down and wait for them."
Aerth backwings to a landing.
Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "No comment :)"
Nyth backwings to a landing.
Olynth backwings to a landing.
Genevith backwings to a landing.
Lysseth> I bespoke Veyath, Prefeth, and Juliath with << My rider
says we
must not let your rider get away, Veyath, because then the *fun* would be
over. >>
Ysareth backwings to a landing.
Shaylar uses Aerth's straps and proffered foreleg to climb down.
Prefeth shuffles closer to K'nan, crooning softly all the while as if to
try and convince the rider that he's not up to mischeif at all, nope.
Sayla holds up her hands innocently and beams at Davidon. "Ohh! Look,
Unca 'Tran'th here!"
Dyane smiles, turning to the arrivals, calling, "Boll's duty to Benden! I
welcome you and Laerth to my Hold, P'tran :)"
Narsilth raises her huge head, wuffling gretings to the incoming dragons,
eyes whirling brightly.
Laerth backwings to a landing near the other dragons when a large enough
section of beach presents itself and then carefully folds his wings
against his back, rumbling a greeting to the other dragons.
Benden Weyr> Kassima darns! But, everyone knows that *manly* men wear
skirts... right, K'nan? ;)
Rowen frowns as she notices his sneaking, and shrugs, slowing her steps.
She diverts instead towards Kassi, then blinks as she catches sight of the
/reason/ for K'nan's sudden shyness. She blinks a second time, then bursts
into uncontrollable giggles!
Dragon> Prefeth, Lysseth, and Juliath sense that Veyath croons amusedly,
<< He is *embarrassed*, but I think he is enjoying the fun no matter
what
he says. >>
Prefeth warbles to all the dragons in greeting, his eyes not leaving K'nan
though as he croon.
Davidon holds down a hand for Sayla to help her up again.
From the sky, Ashlith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
P'tran comes down from Laerth's neck in one smooth motion.
Prometh preens a bit, rumbling greetings to the newly arrived dragons.
Shaylar pats her dragon, and gathers the Weyrlings close, talking to them
in smiling terms, "Karitha's coming with a surprise for you all. Ah...
there's Ashlith."
Nyth rumbles a greeting as he lands.
Keriann vaults down Nyth's side to the ground, using his straps as
handholds.
Genevith settles carefully into a spot near her clutchmates, eyes
whirling with interest as she regards the scene.
Tiya slides quickly down Genevith's shoulder, hitting the ground lightly
and giving the green dragon an affectionate caress.
C'lus climbs down Olynth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a
greeting.
Lysseth curls around K'nan to block him from getting anywhere, as Kassi
manages to shakily salute the Weyrleader. "Heyla, sir," she splutters
through a severe laughter attack that she hasn't yet recovered from.
K'nan looks up at Lysseth, then Prefeth, eying the two dragons. "Okay you
two...let me by...."
Aerth BUGLES to the other dragons about, and revels in the warmth.
Sayla giggles again and tackles Davidon, and, not being a small girl at
all, she can knock him over.
Mounted ontop of Ysareth, Karina looks at Shyalrand smiles brightly as
Karitha comes out of *between*. She starts to dismount..
Ashlith backwings to a landing.
Karina vaults down Ysareth's side to the ground, using her straps as
handholds.
P'tran pauses a moment to check Laerth's straps after dismounting and
before turning to the others. He smiles and nods a greeting. "Benden's
duty and all that," he says. "Thought I'd drop in for a bit and make sure
the Benden contingent was behaving themselves," he adds with a grin.
Lysseth snorts at K'nan. Snorts hard enough that it's a good thing he's
holding onto that kilt, no less.
Rowen continues laughing hard as she catches up with K'nan, stumbling
along, "You look sillier than I feel!!!"
Teyal grins, 'Oh, alright. I'll try the vine-swinging... So long as I can
wear my bathing suit!"
Karitha gives her lifemate a loving caress before swinging a leg over
Ashlith's sinuous seagreen neck and sliding lightly to the ground.
Aphrael starts at Kassi's salute and words, then straightens from her pose
of laughter. "Evening.. *giggle* sir." she manages to say, saluting with
every sense of dignity.
Davidon blinks as he goes tumbling down with Sayla's tackle, letting out a
soft grunt as he wasn't expcecting it. Only by some strange bit of luck
his kilt doesn't go flipping up.
Shaylar waves to Karitha, showing where the HRW Weyrlings are.
Dyane smiles warmly at P'tran, glancing around, "Of course they are." She
gives K'nan an amusing look before turning back to P'tran, "To an extent,
that is."
Sayla is too occupied with tussling in her Gather gown with the be-kilted
Davidon to behave.
Prefeth doesn't look like he's about to move out of the way, in fact, he
looks quite comfortable where he is.
Meli rubs a hand at the back of her neck, still grinning though her teeth
are chewing on her lip. "Think I'll try th'vine m'self" she yells over at
Teyal. "F'I can borrow a swimmin' costume from someone..."
Davidon ggrrss up at Sayla and tickles at her sides with his fingers.
"I'll get you baker girl!"
P'tran hmms? and looks over to where the path of one his riders is being
blocked by two dragons. He can't quite see from this angle what it's all
about.
Kassima grins at Meli and gestures to Lysseth. "Y'can borrow mine...
they're in her pouch. Think they'd fit you?"
Dyane calls over, "Anyone needing swimming clothing, please see Elenni.
She will give you some :)"
Kassima helpfully calls to P'tran, "Don't Davidon and K'nan look wonderful
in their new kilts, sir?"
K'nan sighs, turning back from Prefeth and Lysseth. "Heya, Rowen...thanks.
A lot. That's about as silly as I feel."
Kaeya umphs loudly as she sinks into the sand next to Narsilth.
Karitha moves over towards the High Reaches weyrlings as she shrugs out of
her heavy jacket.
Rowen sidles up to K'nan, and attempts to whisper in his ear.
Sayla eeeeks, a loud giggling shriek at the tickle. "No, no, I'll ... take
your kilt! No tickleth!"
P'tran grins at Dyane and chuckles. "Well, so long as they leave
everything in one piece, more or less," he comments to her, then looks off
towards K'nan again and cranes his neck for a better look.
K'nan blinks as Kassi calls over to the weyrleader, "Kassi! Oh, yer gonna
get it tomorrow...."
Tiya loosens the buckles of her jacket, attempting to take in all the
sights and sounds for a moment before turning her attention to Karitha and
Shaylar.
Dyane suppresses a laugh before asking P'tran, "Are you going to
participate in our annual winter bathing ritual?" :)
Karina unfastens her jacket and stuffs her gloves in her pockets as she
looks up to Shaylar and Karitha
Davidon grins up at Sayla, "What, you want 'everyone' to see what I'm made
of then?" he asks, making a grab for the lady's hands.
Aphrael somehow manages to keep a straight face as she beams. "Kassi and I
bought K'nan a new kilt.." she says, as if this explains the actions of
her dragon somehow.
Dyane sighs as she looks at the vine, "I wish Vivian could have made it.
Noone was /ever/ able to beat her up there."
Meli finds an appropriate bathing outfit, eyeing it somewhat ruefully,
since she usually doesn't bother with such a thing. She does slip around
behind Juliath to change, however.
P'tran raises an eyebrow at the kilts and gives a slight smirk. "Doesn't
do a thing for either of you," he comments simply with a wry grin, then
glances over to Dyane. "Hmm? Winter bathing ritual? What would that be?"
Silventh backwings to a landing.
Lysseth turns on Kassi's orders to give the Weyrleader a better view, the
end of her tail poking at the hem of K'nan's kilt as though she's
considering something.
C'lus unfastens his jacket, pulling off the gloves and securing both to
Olynth's straps as he looks around, moving closer to the other weyrlings.
Rowen grins at K'nan, "Why not? It'll be fun.. please? I'll go if you
do.."
Sayla looks up at P'tran's comment and pouts. "But P'tran, if you tell him
that he'll never wear it, and he and K'nan have such cute legth!"
K'nan spins and smacks Lysseth's tail as it prods at his kilt, "Don't even
think about it, Lysseth....Kassima!"
P'tran chuckles at Sayla. "Well, I won't comment on their legs myself,
I'll just take your word for it ..."
Shaylar immediately strips off her jacket and gloves, helmet and boots,
and squishes her toes in the warm sand, while packing the stuff on Aerth,
and then shrugs out of her shirt, leaving her in a bright blue and black
swim suit top and her leggings.
Karitha glances over at the crowd before motioning her group of weyrlings
towards her, "I need to speak with you all before you spread out and get
lost int he crowds."
Br'mar climbs down Silventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a
greeting.
Dyane shrugs innocently, "Nothing but taking a hold of that vine up there,
then swinging into the ocean down here. Very pleasant :)" She smiles, "A
great way to represent your Weyr :)"
Davidon smiles up at P'tran from his spot on the sand, "Thank you sir." he
chuckles at sayla, "I don't have good legs..."
Keriann stays with the other weyrlings near Karitha, remaining quiet
although she salutes the riders that she sees as she waits for the High
Reaches weyrlingmaster to give further instructions.
Kassima laughs. "K'nan, I swear that this is all her idea! Really! She
says she liked seeing you change colors, that it's the first time she's
seen a human turn that red...."
Tiya oopses softly as she sees Keri saluting riders, and then sighs as she
sees just -how- many riders there are to salute. "Ohdear."
Davidon sighs and flops back into the sand.
josephine comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.
Lysseth rumbles agreement with Kassi, lowering her head to peer at K'nan
inquisitively.
Karina shrugs her jacket off now and slings it over her shoulder while she
stands quietly.
Kaeya chuckles, calling up to Kassima and K'nan, "And if ye sit low
enough, ye have th' most interesting view."
P'tran looks up and eyes the vine warily. "Hrm ... Well, you do have
Benden in rather good representation as it is, I'm confident they can do
the Weyr proud. No sense in me stealing the show." He grins wryly.
Sayla elbows Davidon and informs him imperiously, "I will be the judge of
that! And didn't they have a kilt of Benden plaid back there? Good colorth
for a Weyrleader, right, Kasthima? K'nan? Right?"
Aphrael heads over to Prefeth as the blue warbles a questioning note.
Giggling, the rider shakes her head. "No, you can't have *that* one,
especially not right now.." she berates the dragon. "Later, maybe, when
he's not wearing it!" she winks.
Teyal grins, tugging a bathing suit from one of her flight bags she has
Kharoth lift his wing slightly from where he's nestled in the sand.. she
slips under it, well hidden, and uses the space as a changing room.
Meli reemerges dressed in a one piece swimsuit, and tucks her clothes
carefully into Juliath's leather pouches. She pauses to admire the kilts
again, then leans against Jul's hide waiting for further details.
Kassima nods vigorously in enthusiastic agreement. "Very! I'm sure you'd
look marvelous in the black and red kilt they had in there, sir," she
wheedles.
Davidon ouphs softly at the elbow and frowns, "Hey..."
Shaylar pads over to stand at Karitha's elbow, smiling a contented smile.
Rowen nodnods heartily as she catches Sayla's comment, "Aye.. I agree.."
Br'mar has partially disconnected.
K'nan turns away from the dragon, muttering vile epithets under his
breath - though trying to suppress a grin - and marches over to stand near
the other Bendenites, where the dragons can't reach.
Lysseth warbles sadly, giving a parting *whuffle* to K'nan just to see
what will happen.
Rowen follows K'nan, and pokes him in the ribs, "Well?"
Dyane says, "We'll be having Boll's gather highlight soon, the vine
swinging contest. The contest if very simple, take a hold of the 'vine'
and let it do the work. The better and funnier poses to the vine and
after, including the dive itself will be included in the scoring. (more)
A weyrling from High Reaches whistles long and low and loud at Meli and
her bathing suit, commenting to his mate, "Hope I catch her green one day,
huh?"
Prefeth looks somewhat dissapointed and settles back down on the beach,
eyes shining as he watches the people on the beach.
K'nan oofs softly, "No..nono. They got me in a skirt, I'm /not/ diving
into the water with it."
Dyane says "Any bathing clothing can be "obtained" through Elenni :)"
P'tran takes a few more steps away from the dragons and in the general
direction of the Benden folk, smiling and watching the festivities.
Rowen laughs, "No.. silly.. take off the kilt.. put on a suit.
Rowen says "I told you, it'll get you out of kilt duty for a while.."
The other Reaches weyrling replies, "Bet you meant you hope your dragon
catches her dragon and you catch her, idiot."
Shaylar chuckles, trying to pick out which of her Weyrlings did that, and
gives up. She watches the vine out of the corner of her eye.
Kassima grins at K'nan. "I think I humiliated m'self quite enough on that
vine the other day... wouldn't you agree, Meli?" she calls over to her
friend.
Karitha grins at the group of young riders before her and speaks to them,
"Before you all head off, I wanted to give a little announcement. Now that
you're all Betweening, it's time for you to truly develop as a wing.
You'll get to practice as a full wing with a Wing leader and Wing
seconds."
Davidon stands up from the sand and dusts off, "Well, I guess I'll try
this vine thing too." He takes off the kilt...showing...he's cheated and
is wearing swimming trunks under it."
Meli, who had successfully ignored the first comment, laughs loudly at the
second, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. She just barely manages to nod
at Kassi.
K'nan shakes his head firmly, "No. I've humilated myself enough for one
day."
Kaeya grins slightly at the weyrling, before callng out to Kassima, "Ah,
come on, would you not do so for a friend?" She wink. "I'd LOVE to see
such a feat as that, Kassi."
"Ooooh!" Sayla baps Davidon soundly. "You cheated!"
Karina listens whole heartedly to Karitha, smiling brightly.
Shaylar motions at Dyane and points at herself then the vine, and mouths,
'After This.'
Davidon laughs and tickles Sayla again, scoopoig her up, "Of course I
was! Think I'd wear nothing??"
Rowen pouts at K'nan, "Don't make me do it by myself.." She pulls up her
skirts to show her swim suit underneath.
Dyane says "The prizes are as follows: The winner will recieve the gold fl
egg and a farviewer, the second place winner will receive an egg and a
outfit from the WeaverCraft bought by Lord Tarin and I, and third place
will recieve an egg and a year supply of goodies from the bakercraft bought
by Tarin and myself. In addition, all the top 10 participants (not countin
1,2 and 3rd place) will also receive FL eggs :)"
P'tran overhears K'nan and looks in his direction. "It's really not that
bad, K'nan," he comments to him. "I wouldn't worry too much about being
humiliated."
C'lus nods along, looking around at the others as he is pushed forward and
then back by sudden movement, then smiles and listens anew.
Rowen giggles at P'tran's comment.
Kassima shakes her head. "Nay, nay, nay! And be humilated m'self? Why, last
two times I tried, they had to pry me off there with crowbars!"
B'fus nudges Meli. "Bet if we bought that kilt Jehrina'd make him wear it."
K'nan grins wryly over to the weyrleader, "You can talk once they get /you/
into a kilt, sir."
Teyal slips out from under Kharoth's wing, wearing her bathing suit.
Tiya edges a bit closer, the better to hear through the noise of the crowd.
Benden Weyr> Aphrael ROTFL at the B'fus comment!
Kaeya laughs, "Come on! I'll join ye! We'll be fools togetheryou and I!"
She chuckles, "Though I suspect you'll be much more graceful about it."
Dyane says "Any interested parties please page me with ALl CAPS :) Oh, the
winning weyr will be granted an open invitation to Boll for their monthly
beach festivities for a turn :)"
Br'mar listens intently, although he grins a little to himself as he
overhears talk of a contest and firelizard eggs.
Meli wrinkles her nose, white teeth revealed through her grin as she
admires the weyrleader. To B'fus, she says "Hmm, y'could be right. You go
an' get one th'right size, I've a few spare marks."
Morin wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.
Kassima calls over to P'tran, "Sir, don't you think the kilt is such a
marvelous look? I bet 'twill be the new fashion back at the Weyr once folks
see K'nan!" She winks at the bekilted greenrider, thoroughly enjoying this.
P'tran chuckles at K'nan, "Well, perhaps ... " He glances over to Dyane as
she announces the prizes and winces a bit. "I think I will pass on the vine
contest. Having the one firelizard and a bronze dragon is enough for me,"
he comments with a grin
Karitha chuckles as the crowd surges past, "Anyway. I'll make the rest of
this quick. The other weyr leaders and your assistant weyrlingmasters have
helped choose one among you to act as Wingleader and two more to serve as
Wingseconds." Digging into her pockets, she pulls out three small objects.
Morin walks in, looking around for familiar faces.
Parick comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.
Aphrael edges back towards Prefeth, settling down next to him to watch the
content.
Dyane grins, "Last gather's winner was Sr. Weyrwoman Vivian of Fort Weyr :)
I challenge you all to beat her perfect scores :)"
Rowen hrmphs at the no-fun stick-in-the-mud greenrider, and looks to
Aphrael, "Hold my dress for me?"
Sayla looks thoughtfully at the vine. "I'll bet I could do that."
Teyal grins, glancing around at the crowd, "I'm in.. but.. what do we do?"
P'tran chuckles at Dyane. "Really? She won the contest last time?"
Dyane will explain as soon as everyone who wants to participate lets me
know :)
Kaeya rises, and nods tot Aphrael and Kassi, though likely ther attetion s
elsewhere.
Keriann folds her jacket over her arm as she listens to Karitha. Her eyes
flicker over to another group, but they quickly return to the High Reaches
weyrlingmaster.
Davidon lets go of Sayla, setting her down. He pulls off his tunic and lays
it on the pile of kilt fabric, "YOu should try Sayla."
Kaeya hoists herself up onto Narsilth with the help of a proffered foreleg,
and is graciously granted a loving croon.
Aphrael snores lightly.
Kassima glances at Sayla. "Well, why nay... I'll try it if'n you are, Sayla."
Meli moves over towards Teyal, readjusting her suit a bit. "Darn thin' is a
bit snug. Bare skin's better" she might be heard to mutter if you were
standing close enough.
Narsilth hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful
strokes.
Shaylar beams at her Weyrlings, and squishes her toes again, covertly
mouthing to each Weyrling to 'Do the Vine. We need the warm beach as long
as we can get it.' She then subsides, and hums softly to herself.
Br'mar brightens at the idea of wing practice, and waits eagerly for the
announcement.
Teyal grins, nodding to Meli.
Dyane says "Those interested can practice before the contest gets underway.
i.e., just type 'vine'"
Karitha hands one of the small objects to Shaylar, then moves to C'lus'
side, reaching for his shoulder knot as she grins proudly, "C'lus, rider of
blue Olynth, Flurry Wingsecond."
Dyane says "During the contest, don't forget posing the climb up the cliff,
etc :)"
Rowen grins, and walks over to Aph, taking that as a yes. She quickly
strips away the dress, getting hung up oin a few spots, to show her swimsuit.
Teyal says "I definitely need the practice..."
Teyal heads for the cliff.
Teyal grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*
C'lus smiles brightly as he glances to the knot and looks back up at the
other weyrlings.
From the shallow waters, Teyal surfaces with a startled expression, heading
back to the beach.
Tiya tugs off her jacket, pausing to flash C'lus a bright smile and call
her congratulations.
Teyal steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Dyane winces, "Um, Teyal, that's not what we had in mind ;) :
Shaylar grins, and pads over to Tiya, and also reaches for the shoulder
knot, pinning the things proudly, "Tiya, rider of green Genevith, Flurry
Wingsecond. Congrats hun."
Karina lets out a suprised gasp and beams at C'lus. She says "Congrats,
C'lus...!" she then grins at Tiya "Tiya! Congrast!"
Keriann grins over at C'lus and Tiya, "Congratulations, Wingseconds."
Rowen bounds over to the vine, twisting this way and that as she gets used
to be ing free from teh confines of her dress again.
Kassima winces as she watches Teyal. "Then again, I take that back. I'm
staying far away from this." She backs up to where Lysseth is standing,
glancing over at K'nan. "Got the attention off your kilt at least, though,
didn't it?"
Meli chuckles as Teyal reemerges. "S'not as easy as it looks, neh?"
Teyal says "That's for sure..."
Tiya blinks, but gives Shaylar a smiles and murmurs a thankyou that is no
doubt lost in the noise.
P'tran nearly winces as well after watching Teyal's first attempt and he
comments to Dyane jokingly, "This won't leave me a few Weyrfolk short, will
it?"
Teyal looks a little embarrassed. "First try.. I'll get better."
Dyane laughs, "No. It's actually a great deal of fun. :)
Sayla shakes her head. "I don't have anything to wear, and I don't want to
get my hair wet. Go ahead, though, Kasthima."
K'nan smirks over to Kassi, "Finally...don't bring it back, if you can help
it." He walks over and sits cross-legged next to his weyrmate, watching the
contest with a soft chuckle.
Karitha hurries over to Br'mar's side, grinning as she pins the polished
blue and black stone to his shoulder knot, "And lastly, Br'mar, bronze
Silventh's rider, Flurry Wingleader." She gives his shoulders a quick
squeeze and then laughs, "Go play all of you."
C'lus smiles back at Karina and looks over to Tiya to add his own
congratulations as he turns back to listen.
Dyane smiles at the new Wingleader and the Wingseconds :) "Congratulations :)"
Rowen waits for the last perso nto finish ,and quickly grabs ghold of the
vine.
Rowen grabs the vine, swings out, releases it before slicing cleanly into
the water.
Br'mar blinks in the middle of offering his congratulations to Tiya and
C'lus. "Me?"
Teyal looks after Rowen and her eyebrows go up with disbelieving expression.
Dyane elbows P'tran gently, "See how easy it is. Sure you don't wanna try?"
From the shallow waters, Rowen resurfaces after a few moments, shaking her
head, and pushing her hair back from her face. She wades to the shore.
Rowen steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Karina grins and calls out her congratualations to Br'mar her new wingleader.
Kassima shakes her head to Sayla. "Nay, nay... if'n 'twere wearing m'braid,
I might'nt mind, but 'tis a mess loose and wet. Y'can imagine, I'm sure."
She winks at K'nan. "Nay promises, mentor mine. I *am* sorry about Lysseth,
though."
Rowen grins, "Not so hard.."
Karitha chuckles and nods, "Yes you, Br'mar."
Keriann grins at Br'mar, giving him her congratulations, as well.
Karitha resists the old impulse to ruffle his hair.
Teyal puts her hands on her hips, calling out congratulations to the new
wingleaders as she makes her way back to the cliff, climbing..
Davidon crosses his arms over his chest, watching the vine.
K'nan shakes his head, grinning. "Doubt it, Kassi m'dear."
Tiya can't help but giggle at Br'mar's surprise, and smiles delightedly at
him.
Dyane repeats, "INTERESTED PARTIES PAGE ME ... 5 OR SO MINUTES LEFT FOR
WARMUPS :)
P'tran chuckles at Dyane. "Well, I'll admit, it's tempting, but I don't
think I'll have enough time to try, I have a few things to do in a little
bit. I wish I could stay longer."
Shaylar grins at Br'mar, "Congrats."
Dyane grins, "I understand the burdens of command, P't :)"
C'lus smiles and adds his own congratulations to Br'mar.
Kassima grins. "Well, I honestly didn't *mean* for her to do that! I won't
deny being awfully amused when she did--I'm sure she told on me,
anyway--but... well. Anyway."
Br'mar snugs Karitha hard, and then gives her a more proper salute. "I'll
make you proud, I promise."
Teyal takes hold of the vine.. looking down with a determined expression
and jumps...
Teyal grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.
Meli continues to lean against Juliath's hide, doubly soaking up the
remaining rays of the sun that way. She watches the other contestants
practice.
Benden Weyr> Kassima wafflethwaps the ducking T'lar regardless. Come be
conned into a skirt--err, kilt, T! :)
Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Kilt?"
From the shallow waters, Teyal surfaces, grinning with a triumphant
expression and heads back to the beach.
Rowen squeezes the water from the strands of hair now plastered most of the
way down her body, the rest of it still neatly held up in the loop of braids.
Teyal steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Sayla sits down near Torinth, watching the vine-play, hugging her knees to
her quietly.
Dyane says "So far I have: Shaylar, Teyal, Davidon, Meli, Rowan, Keriann,
Br'mar in the vine swinging contest. Any others?"
Teyal grins, "I don't suppose that can be my contest dive?"
Benden Weyr> P'tran is not trying to be a party-pooper at Boll, he just
doesn't have that much online time tonight :)
Davidon looks over at Sayla and crosses over to her. "You alright?"
Brendan wonders through the crowd, looking for people he knows.
Dyane laughs at Teyal, "uh, no ;)"
Teyal chuckles.
Dyane oops, "Rowen, that is :)
P'tran chuckles at Dyane. "I'd say you had a good Benden representation
there," he comments.
Benden Weyr> Kassima mmm-hmmms. Kilt. ;) Aww, darn, FL! Would've been fun
to see drudges pry you off the vine with crowbars, if you'd gotten that
@emit. :)
Shaylar bounds over to the vine, shouting back at her Weyrlings, "Now,
watch and see how its done." She runs and catches the vine with one hand,
swinging in and out a few times.
Shaylar 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*
"Yep," Sayla replies with a little smile. "It lookth like fun, but I really
can't. Go have fun, OK? And thomeone from Benden win!"
Rowen beams a smile at P'tran, before hopping back to the vine for another
try, "Coulda been beginniner's luck Weyrleader."
Teyal grins, looking over to P'tran, "That might have been pure luck. You
saw my First attempt.. aren't you going to play?"
Dyane grins at the Weyrlings, "Not exactly the way she did it :)"
Karina watches Shaylar adn covers her eyes as the AWLm falls int the water.
"Oh..my..."
Brendan says "K'nan!"
Shaylar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
From the sky, Nicoth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Tiya ohdears softly, managing to stifle a giggle at Dyane's words.
Dyane grins "C'mon, Weyrlings. Show the old folks how it's done." SHe winks
at Shaylar and Teyal after that comment.
Rowen swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.
Brendan waves as he sees his friend, and tries to make his way over to
greet him.
K'nan looks up from where he's sitting near Aphrael and their dragons, and
grins. "Brendan! Heya!"
Teyal winces, looking over at Shaylar with a sympathetic expression.
Davidon lowers his voice slightly.
P'tran shakes his head to Teyal. "Unfortunately I have some duties awaiting
me in a short while this evening and need to stay reasonably dry for them,"
he replies with a wry grin.
Shaylar comes out of the water sputtering, "How ungraceful."
Br'mar grins at Dyane. "I can give it a shot."
Brendan says "Hi, K'nan! Hello, Aphrael!"
Nicoth backwings to a landing.
Brendan gives each of his friends a hug.
From the shallow waters, Rowen surfaces, grinning like an idiot. She
quickly swims to the shore, and ambles out.
Rowen steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Dyane applauds Rowen, then glances, "See how easy it is!" She calls again,
"Any takers? PLEASE PAGE IN ALL CAPS :)"
Juliath whuffles at Nicoth as he arrives.
Br'mar 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.
Davidon nods, giving Sayla's cheek a light kiss before walking up to the line.
C'lus doesn't try hiding his laughter as he bursts out in a laugh, slowly
coming to hiself.
T'lar slides precipitously down from Nicoth's back.
Kassima waves over to Brendan from where she's sitting with K'nan, Aph, and
their dragons, then waves up to Nicoth and his rider. "T'lar, Nicoth! G'deve!"
Teyal grins, nodding to P'tran, then makes her way back up the cliff...
Br'mar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Dyane laughs and decides to wait til everyone arrives.
T'lar smiles at Kassima. "Hello, Kassi. How ya doing?"
K'nan hugs his friend, and grins. "How've you been, Bren? S'been awhile..."
Br'mar comes out of the water, sputtering. "They pushed me! I wasn't ready
yet!"
Meli straightens, readjusting her borrowed swimsuit again, and smiles as
she spots T'lar.
Brendan And Kassima, too! It's good to see you all again.
Dyane laughs at Br'mar!!
Teyal says "One more try..."
Kassima grins. "Well enough, T'lar. Like K'nan's new kilt?"
Shaylar chuckles softly, "Better than mine, though."
Kharoth looks up at Teyal curiously.
Teyal grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.
P'tran grins at Teyal. "Two in a row?"
From the shallow waters, Teyal heads back up the beach
From the shallow waters, Teyal grins, "I'll save the fancy stuff for later..."
K'nan reaches over and punches Kassi's shoulder - a light punch, not really
one that'd hurt. "Quiet, you! Thought they wouldna notice.."
T'lar looks K'nan over carefully, pausing to wave to Meli and salute
P'tran. "Not bad. Nice legs."
Teyal steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Karina giggles as shw hears Br'mar. She throws her coat up on Ysareth and
wanders into the crowwd.
Keriann grins and sets her jacket and things down, then over to watch the
vine swinging for a minute before she gives it a whirl.
P'tran glances over to T'lar and smiles a greeting to him. "Evening, T'lar."
Rowen Winks at TEyal, "I think Benden'll do well in this contest.."
Teyal smiles, nodding to Rowen.
T'lar says "Evening, sir. Finished patrol and thought I'd head over."
K'nan eyes T'lar, and grins, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, thanks,
T'lar..."
Kassima snorts. "Right. They wouldn't notice that you're wearing a
ski--err, kilt?" she corrects herself for at least the fifth time. "I
think, somehow, that 'twould have caught their attention." She returns the
punch, with similar lack of impact to it. "Good t'be seeing you too, Brendan."
P'tran looks over to Rowen and grins. "You didn't do too badly yourself."
Tiya gives Genevith a scritch as she leaves her jacket with her green, then
edges through the crowd to Keriann. "You're going to try?"
Dyane clears her throat and tries again, "ALL INTERESTED IN THE VINE
SWINGING CONTEST, PLEASE PAGE ME IN ALL CAPS ... I'm way too spammed
otherwise. Prizes: 1st Place: Gold FL Egg, Farviewer. 2nd Place: FL Egg,
Outfit of choice from Weaver Craft bought by Tarin and I, 3rd Place: FL Egg
and a Pastry of the Month from the BakerCraft. The winning Weyr will be
hosted to a turn of Boll hospitatily and a party thrown in its honour! :)"
Player Name On For Idle Doing
Kassima 10:14 0s Hey,EveryoneAtBoll!LookAtK'nan'sNewKilt!
114 Players logged in.
Brendan says "I think it looks good on him. But then, I'm just a harper
apprentice. What in shards do /I/ know, eh?"
T'lar dofts flight gear next to Nicoth and heads over to Meli. "Hello,
sweeting. How are you tonight?"
Brendan smiles at K'nan.
Dyane says "A different baked good per month that is."
Teyal grins, 'I like third prize.. I'll have riders beating a path to my
weyr..."
Meli leans up to give T'lar a kiss on the cheek, then waves her hand at the
vine. "I'm entered in th'contest... care t'give it a try?"
Dyane says "The top 13 participants will get fl egg :)"
K'nan chuckles, face flushed brightly. "It's a skirt, Bren...they forced me
into a skirt. I still canna believe they convinced me t'do that."
Shaylar tries one last practice swing, waiting for the last practicer to
finish, and this time takes both hands to the thing, and swings out.
Shaylar swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward,
back and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear
waters.
Rowen giggles at Brendan, "Loos about as good as my dress I'd say.."
T'lar shrugs. "Why not"
Br'mar takes his place among those waiting for the contest to start, still
muttering annoyedly about those two drudges.
Keriann nods to Tiya, "Yes, I think so. I've never done it before, though,
so I don't know how good I'll do. I want to get in a practice swing first.
Are you?"
Karina grins and reaches near Keriann and Tiya "Hey you guys going to do
the vine..?"'
Kassima smiles sweetly at K'nan, and teases, "If you still can't believe, I
can ask Lyss to snort at you again. I think somehow that you'll come to
believe a bit more after that."
Shaylar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Dyane says "Current contestants: Shaylar, Teyal, Davidon, Meli, Rowen,
Keriann, Br'mar, Karina, T'lar ... anyone else?""
T'lar says "I take the idea is to swing on the thing and not get yourself
killed. This should be interesting."
P'tran comments to Teyal with a grin, "Also, most of the prizes involve
firelizard eggs and I have my hands full with many other things as it is."
Shaylar smiles with relief, "I haven't lost my touch." She shakes the water
from her hair and hums softly.
Meli reaches up a hand to ruffle T'lar's hair, fluffing it up a bit from
it's post-helmet condition. She mutters to T'lar, "... good... too,..."
Rowen prods K'nan, "You can still enter, and save yourself some misery.. at
least for the duration of the contest.."
Teyal grins over at P'tran, "Well.. you could give it away."
Dyane smiles, "You don't have to keep the egg, P'tran. It's yours to give
away if you wish :)
P'tran chuckles at T'lar. "I've been assured that we won't come up a few
Weyrfolk short after this."
Kassima laughs and calls over to the Weyrleader, "Sir, if'n you're thinking
*one* is bad, wait until you've fifty and three...."
Tiya takes a deep breath, and nods. "I think so. We had something like that
at Tip's Edge, before my mum caught me..." She giggles softly, still
looking a bit nervous at the prospect.
Public announcement: Dyane announces "Vine Swinging Contest is about to
begin. All participants to #1772!"
Sayla watches the proceeding worriedly, then approaches Davidon and takes
his hand. "Be careful, okay? Pleathe?"
T'lar blushes at Meli whispered remark. "I don't know. Think I got the legs
for one?"
P'tran grins at Dyane and Teyal. "I know, and thank you for the invite, but
I think the people you have already will do Benden proud."
Karina grins at Tiya "Come on..do it.." Her eyes scan the crowd looking for
C'lus. Upon spotting him, she calls out "Hey, you!" she says with a wink.
Meli nods again, grinning slyly at the younger bronzerider out of the
corner of her eye. "Yeh, think y'do. Then again, I might no' want anyone
else t'know."
Keriann smiles at Tiya and Karina, "Yes, I'm going to give it a try. You
should, too, Tiya. It'll be fun."
T'lar's blush deepens as his smile widens.
C'lus smiles and steps on over to the group, smiling slightly and nods,
"Yes...?" he asks of Karina.
Brendan nervously and self consciously adjusts the eye lenses he's still
not used to . But at least he can see now.
Dyane sighs, "Well, I guess I better change to represent Boll since m'ppl
have deserted me :("
Karina grins and nods to the vine "You gonna do it..?!" she says with a
hint of a challenge in her tone of voice.
Rowen glances up at he who is apparently a friend of K'nan, and smiles
cheerily, waving, "Hi! I'm Rowen!"
Teyal says "Oh,the Native's get to participate hmm?"
Shaylar grins over at P'tran, shucking her wet leggings, and drapping them
over Aerth's neck to dry.
Teyal grins.
Br'mar winks at C'lus as he moves by, remembering his earlier conversation
with Karina.
Dyane grins, "Of course :) ;)"
C'lus looks over to the vine and then the water, final turning back and
nods, "Yeah.. I guess I'll do it too.." he says slowly.
Brendan says "YOu both look very lovely tonight, Aphrael, Kassima."
Davidon looks around quietly, just listening to all the goings on.
Shayne steps down from the docks.
Meli reaches around to scratch at her back, muttering something further
about shardin' swimsuits. She glances about to see how the order will be
determined for the contest.
Karina grins and nods, looking back at the vine "It should be..ummm, fun.."
T'lar leans over and kisses Meli just under the ear. He then busies himself
getting ready to go into the water.
Kassima looks over at the sleeping Aph, then grins over to Brendan. "Ach,
thankee! 'Twas a gift from one of m'eccentric cousins--Simian, the one
who's a Weaver. Must've gotten rich enough off of m'commissions that he
could afford it."
Tiya eyes the vine for a moment, then finally nods decisively, moving to
locate a swimsuit.
Dyane changes behind something and sighs, "Everyone ready? Oh, wait ...
Tarin's coming..."
C'lus shrugs as he looks to the water again, muttering low enough to
possibly not be heard, "At least /this/ water will be warmer.."
Brendan says "You got some nice cousins, Kassima."
Karina laughs hearing C'lus s comment and heads off in search of a swimsuit.
Tarin steps quietly out of the shadows.
Keriann finds the woman that the Lady Holder said could provide swimming
gear, and she quickly finds a place to change, then heads over toward where
the contestants are gathering.
Tarin whoas, grins and waves, "Geronimo!"
Kassima chuckles. "Nice? Perish the thought. Insane, certes."
Tarin grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.
Shayne spies a harper freind and yells out over the crowd. "Brendan! Hiya!"
C'lus looks over to Br'mar with a slight smile, wondering about the wink as
he steps away for a few minutes only to return with appropriate clothes for
the swim.
Rowen jumps up out of her seat again, and moves to join the other contestants.
Brendan says "Well, it's been a long time since I got anything like that.
But then again, I'm trying to save up...for something special."
T'lar rubs Meli's back to help take away the itch.
Davidon sits down in the sand, stretching out lazily as he waits for his
turn at the vine. Every now and then he glances over at the very quiet Sayla.
Teyal walks over with Rowen, grinning at the other contestants.
Karina finds an appropriate swimsuit and disappears to change. She returns
after a few minutes and is blushing fiercely at her lack of clothes, she
quickly joins the group of contestants.
Rowen flashes a wink at Teyal, "let's hope that triple didn't take all my
good luck."
Meli leans back into T'lar, murmuring a thanks to him, and waits patiently
for the contest to start.
Tiya gives Karina a sympathetic smile as she falls into place behind her
classmate.
Teyal chuckles, "One of has has to win... but I bet if we even get third
the weyr won't be too upset.. I couldn't possibly eat all those baked goods."
P'tran folds his arms and grins, standing off to one side as he watches the
contest about to start.
Kassima inclines her head curiously, but by way of reply merely nods. "Aye,
I know how that goes occasionally. I usually wind up spending marks as soon
as I get them, though... Turnday gifts, usually." She shrugs, and smiles.
"An occasional wager or two keeps me from ever being flat broke, though."
C'lus looks about and sees Karina, giving her a grin and a wink as he
chuckles to himself.
Rowen giggles, and nods, "We'll share!"
Shaylar stands with her Weyrling contestants, and reaches back to retie her
top a little tighter, "I hate this thing. I never stays tied."
P'tran smirks at Teyal. "Oh, don't put anything past Benden Weyr," he
comments with a chuckle. "I'm sure we'd find a way to eat all of that."
Shayne goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
Br'mar grins, and looks Shaylar up and down. "You look good, though."
Teyal nods, "I don't think the entire weyr wins the free baked goods for a
year.. just the contestant.. but I'd be sure to share."
Brendan says "We apprentices can get into real trouble if we're found
wagering on anything. I just never join in."
Rowen grins at P'tran, "not /my/ pastries you won't!"
Teyal winks at a nearby Benden rider,then glances up at the cliff.
P'tran chuckles. "Well, you can't blame me for trying."
Dyane blasts her connection!
Rowen pauses, and hmmms, "Well.. maybe. But it'll have to be a trade!"
Tiya shakes her head slightly at Br'mar, murmuring something about
bronzeriders. But then she giggles, looking just a touch giddy with the fun
of the gather--and, no doubt, the warmth!
Dyane says "I'm sorry, folks ... My connect decided to die ... now we're
waiting for Tarin to reconnect."
Tarin steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Shaylar gives Br'mar a warm smile, "Thanks, youngling. Makes me feel a
little younger."
Kassima laugsh quietly. "I don't claim to much like putting marks at risk,
but wagered sparingly, they can sometimes yield a good profit. Enough for
the knife for Ki--for someone, and Mart's gift, and one for Cail... shards,
and there's another coming up, too. 'Twill have to be looking well at this
Gather."
Karina catches C'lus s wink and utrns dark crimson. She tries to blend in
withe the crowd of contestants to shield the sight of her.
Tarin says "Final roster: Shaylar, Teyal, davidon, Meli, Rowen, Keriann,
Br'mar, Karina, T'lar, Tiya, C'lus, Dyane and I. Anyone else? Final Call. :)"
Br'mar grins at Tiya, used to his classmate's teasing.
Brendan nods at Kassima's comment.
Brendan says "I wish Nikoll could be here. SHe likes Gathers."
T'lar looks over at Sayla. He shakes his head as he speaks to Meli, "When
did Sayla get so tall? She's taller than I am."
Meli nods again, her hair brushing against T'lar's chest. "Mm hmm.. shoulda
seen her chasin' after Davi earlier.. she's grown in quite a lot o'ways
lately."
C'lus laughs aloud, the sound being drowned out by the crowd, as he shakes
his head and smiles back once more.
Tarin says "Okay. The contest is as follows: Each person gets 3 dives. One
at a time. That is, each person gets to dive once, then the order repeats.
I will announce the next diver so don't dive until you hear your name."
Davidon grins sheepishly at Meli, hearing his name, but not sure what is
being said.
Tarin says "Finally, poses leading up the cliff, the dive and reaction
after counts toward your score :) The cliff isn't difficult to climb, but
it's a bit of a hike with full view of other participants. Is everyone ready?"
Rowen leans over ot nudge DAvi in the ribs, murmur, "Hey.. they're talkin'
'bout ya over there.." She then grins broadly.
T'lar continues to rub Meli's back slowly. "Guess she's given up on that
crush she used to have on me." He smiles and nods to Davidon. "Hope she
doesn't get as big as her mother."
Brendan says "I used to do some diving," muttering to Kassima, almost to
himself. "I like swimmming a lot, but hardly ever get the chance to enjoy
it any more."
Sayla sits back down on Torinth's tail, where she can be comfortable and
watch the contest from a good vantage point.
Dyane says "Remember, to swing from the vine, just use the command 'vine' :)"
Tarin says "First diver: Shaylar!"
Dyane cheers, "Go Shaylar!"
Davidon smiles at T'lar, looking slightly thoughtful at the thought of
passing crushes. "Aye, but I can't say that's a bad thing." he calls over
to the bronzerider.
Kassima nods absently, watching the line-up of contestants. "I enjoy it
well enough, but after last time's bad luck streak, I don't feel up to
trying in front of a crowd. Mart'd ne'er let me be hearing the end of it,
y'know." She quiets down as the first diver is announced.
T'lar says "That she grows as big as M'kla? I'd like to be taller than
someone, anyone around here."
Rowen flashes a grin at KAssi for lack of something better to do as she
shifts about impatiently, waiting for her turn.
Tarin calls out again, "Shaylar. Your dive!"
Shaylar grins, and, steps onto the cliff at a boucing trot, and grabs the
vine with a yell of pure excitment.
Shaylar swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward,
back and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear
waters.
Rowen overhears T'lar's remark, "Hey! Everyone is taller than me!"
Brendan looks at Kassima. "Who's Mart?"
Keriann grins and nudges the weyrling next to her as Shaylar swings. "Ooh,
that was great!"
Dyane smiles, applauding, "Beautifully done!"
Br'mar applauds loudly for Shaylar.
Karina cheers as she watches Shaylar, she glances back at her fellow
weyrlings.
Davidon quirks a small smile, but seems lost in his own thoughts and
doesn't add another comment.
T'lar looks over at Rowen. "Pardon. You're quite right." He smiles happily.
C'lus smiles and cheers along, applauding Shaylar's dive.
Kassima chuckles and murmurs, "M'rgan, brown Ularrith's rider of the
'Reaches. He and Kindre and I have a bit of a... friendly competition, of
sorts, going." She adds her own applause in with the others at the fine dive.
Tiya beams, clapping at Shaylar's skill.
From the shallow waters, Shaylar emerges from the water, grinning, and
wades out, shaking her wet hair at the other contestants.
Rowen turns back just in time to see Shaylar disappear into the water,
"Hey! I missed it!" She affects a very brief pout before recovering to a grin.
Teyal steps behind Rowen as water droplets come flying her way.
Shaylar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen acks and backs into Teyal, nearly tripping, "Eek!"
Rowen says "I'm gonna melt I am! Made out of sugar you know!"
Teyal laughs, steadying her. "Thanks"
Tarin says "Don't avoid the water, Teyal. You're next!!!"
Rowen giggles ,and steps out of TEyal's way, "Good luck rider!"
Teyal blinks, looking up, then stops supporting Rowen suddenly, heading for
the cliff with a confident stride.
Benden Weyr> P'tran wonders if someone is logging the contest at Boll? I
probably won't be able to stay for much longer and I'd like to see who wins :)
Benden Weyr> Rowen thinks Kassi might be...
Shaylar pads over to her previous spot, eyes twinkling at Rowen.
Teyal grins, "Luck? Who needs luck?!", she glances back with a confident
wave then stubs her toe while she's not watching where she's going..
hopping a few paces with carefully bitten off curses.
Rowen tries to hold back a small snicker.
Dyane laughs, "Riders ..."
P'tran chuckles at Teyal and Dyane's subsequent comment.
Kharoth lifts his head from the sand to watch.
Teyal glances back with a sheepish smile then climbs the rest of the way up
carefully
Teyal stretches to her tip toes, glaring at the vine fiercely...
Teyal swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*
Dyane ouches :(
Rowen winces, "Ouch! I can feel that one over here!"
Kharoth hides his head under a wing.
Sayla puts her chin on her knee and calls encouragement to Teyal, though
her eyes stray to Davidon. "It'll be better next time, Teyal..."
Karina wrinkles her nose and lets out an "Ohh..."
T'lar winces. "Hope I don't do that."
Rowen screws up her face, "Hope I didn't use up all my luck.." she repeats.
From the shallow waters, Teyal surfaces, holding her stomach with a teeth
gritting smile.
Tarin says "Remember ... bad dives can be saved by excellent poses before
and after the dive (the climb and return to shore!)"
Davidon winces at the connection with the water. "Jays, it really is a long
way down."
Keriann whispers to the other weyrlings, "Shaylar was great! I just hope
that I do okay." She grimaces slightly as she sees the bellyflop. "I don't
want to do that."
C'lus turns his head away and grimaces, as he hears the crack of the wather.
Brendan applauds the divers in their grand efforts.
From the shallow waters, Teyal walks slowly back to the beach, only
slightly limping... "So... maybe I need luck."
Teyal steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
P'tran peers over to the water to see if Teyal is okay, then smirks
slightly. "For a moment I thought we would be one short," he says with a grin
A drudge stands by the water handing out large, dry towels.
Tiya nods emphatically at Keri. "That looked like it really hurt," she
agrees softly.
Dyane snickers at P'tran :)
Tarin says "Next is: Davidon!"
Benden Weyr> Kassima unidles and is logging, yes. :) This will be put in
the log with K'nan's Kilt. ;)
Rowen laughs at the last comment, "I'll let ya know if I've some to spare
after my dive.."
Davidon smiles over at Sayla, "Going to cheer me on?" he calls, stiding
towards the vine.
Sayla stands up and moves closer to the water to have a better look at
Davidon's swing. "Yep...Be careful."
Davidon swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*
Benden Weyr> Karise wants that log, Kassi. ;)
Teyal wrinkles her nose at P'tran, "Just for that you're not getting any
pastries..."
Davidon steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
P'tran leans over to Dyane. "My apologies, but I'm going to have to leave
quite soon, and I'll miss most of the contest, but I'm sure the Benden folk
will give me an earful about it later," he says with a chuckle.
Teyal glances up in time to see Davidon's splash and winces sympathetically.
Davidon grumbles as he grabs the towel, "Oh well."
Rowen winces again, "Oy! Looks like T'lar an' I are Benden's last hope.."
Dyane grins at Davidon, "Um, you're /not/ supposed to do what Teyal does
... you supposed to do better ;P
Davidon chuckles, "I was never known for my grace."
Dyane smiles, "Clear skies, P'tran. Please come back anytime :)"
P'tran grins at Teyal's comment
Benden Weyr> Kassima will post the addy or something once she's got it up
on the WWW. Might take a couple of days, since this one's going to be a
long edit. :)
Tarin says "Meli ... next!"
Shaylar folds her arms and smiles slightly.
Meli straightens as her name is called, leaving T'lar's warmth as she
weaves her way through the crowd. Passing more quickly up the path once
she's in the clear, she scrambles up to the vine, taking it from the
waiting drudges with a nod and a grin. Staring determinedly out over the
water, she pushes off and lets fly...
Rowen looks to the weyrleader with another of her brief pouts, "Clear Skies
Weyrleader!"
Teyal straightens, giving Dyane a mildly offended but amused glance..
walking back to the line as she surreptitiously rubs her tummy.
P'tran grins. "Thank you, and Benden's duty to you."
Meli backs up and runs at the vine, then trips and falls flat on the fact
at the edge of the cliff. As they try to get up, one hand slips making them
tumble into the waters.
Dyane bites her lip to keep from laughing.
P'tran finds Tarin and also gives similar duty to him as well before
heading over to his dragon
Sayla puts her hands over her mouth at Davidon's bellyflop and hurries to
meet him as he makes his way out of the water. "Are you okay?"
T'lar starts toward the water. "Meli? You okay?"
Brendan looks around and catches sight of the Benden Weyrleader. He stares
for a moment, in awe, then looks away.
Tiya winces, and murmurs to her classmates, "Benden doesn't seem to be
doing to well. I hope she's all right."
Rowen's eyes widen, "Ooooo... that definitely wasn't better.."
Shaylar winces, "Oh, my."
Kassima winces at Teyal and Rowen's dives, then at Meli's. "Ooh, ouch. I'm
definitely glad I didn't try this...." She looks over to and salutes the
Weyrleader. "Night, sir; clear skies, and all that!"
Tanghos emerges from the SmithCraft Tent
From the shallow waters, Meli surfaces, spluttering and wiping water from
her eyes. "Hey!" she exclaims, looking back up to the top of the cliff.
"Wha' happened?"
Davidon drips water all over Sayla with a shake of his head, "Aye, little
sore is all." he says, putting a hand on his stomach that's a nice red hue.
Tarin has to lean against the tree because he's laughing so hard. Gasping,
he barely is able to respond to P'tran.
Allory emerges from the SmithCraft Tent
Rowen prods Kassi, that was DAvidon, not me.
Rowen Doesn't want to be jinxed :P
T'lar helps her from the water.
P'tran glances back in time to see Meli and visibly winces, then grins and
laughs a bit himself when he sees she's okay. "Just a warmup, right?" he
comments jokingly
From the shallow waters, grumbling to herself, Meli pulls herself out of
the water and back to the safe anonymity of the crowd.
Meli steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Dyane shakes her head, looking at Tarin, "Who's next?"
Tarin says "Rowen, next."
Sayla puts her hand over Davidon's tummy and pouts. "Want me to kisth it
and make it better?"
Kassima okays, okays, at Davidon's. Not Rowen's. "You'll do better next
time, Meli!" she shouts in her best encouraging tone, meanwhile thwapping
Lyss's tail as the green starts to edge it close to K'nan's kilt again.
"Stop that, lump."
P'tran pauses a moment by his dragon to watch the next Benden folk or two ...
Teyal gives Meli a wicked smile, "I greased the vine before my dive..
didn't you notice? I thought that was the Benden plan!"
Tanghos looks around. "Where should we go first?" He asks Allory lightly.
Allory looks around, and spots P'tran, she turns to Tanghos, "Looks like
Benden came to you." she chuckles.
Davidon chuckles, "I think that will just distract me from the next dive I
think."
Tarin says "Remember, poses help add to your score."
Sayla ohs and, blushing, hugs the dripping Davidon, mindless of her gown.
Rowen takes a deep breath, and straightens her shoulders, before scrambling
up the cliff. She pauses, gazing at the vine for a moment as she catches
her breath from teh climb.. yeah.. catching her breath. That's it.
Brendan leans over to whisper something to Kasimma
Meli pthbtts at Teyal as she rubs the towel at her ear, regaining her good
humor.
T'lar puts a comforting arm around Meli's shoulders as he watches Rowen.
Dyane smiles, "Welcome Master Allory! Would you like to participate in our
dive contest?"
Rowen swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward, back
and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear waters.
Brendan whispers "Dragons..only choose someone on Search
whose...well...'whole', don't they?"
Teyal looks after Rowen with an almost disgusted expression, "That's My
luck she's using."
T'lar says "Good going, Rowen."
Dyane jumps up, cheering, "/That's/ how it's supposed to be done!
Allory laughs and shakes her head to Dyane, "Thanks Lady Dyane, but I dont
think I'm up for swimming."
Shaylar claps softly, grinning.
Teyal chuckles and applauds.
Tarin says "It seems that Benden is about to redeem itself :)"
Br'mar cheers for Rowen, clearly impressed by her performance.
C'lus cheers at the jump.
Brendan applauds the divers.
Dyane grins at Allory.
Davidon puts an arm around Sayla, tweaking her hair. "you're going to get
your dress all mussed." he says, but doesn't let her go.
P'tran smiles as he watches Rowen. "Rowen seems to be doing quite well
tonight. She's putting the riders to shame," he adds good-naturedly.
Kassima raises her fingers to her lips to whistle as Rowen dives, clapping
enthusiastically, before turning to Brendan with a raised eyebrow. She
lowers her voice to murmur back a reply.
Emlyn wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.
Davidon lets out a loud hoot for Rowen's dive.
From the shallow waters, Rowen surfaces near the shore, crawling out, as
she flips the braids that have escaped from the loop. "Well, least our
reputation is still partially intact." She grins somewhat sheepishly.
Keriann smiles, "Another good one!"
Dyane glances over at P'tran with a twinkle in her eyes, "And that is
surprising? ;)"
Rowen steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Brendan says "GO Bendan!"
Allory looks to Thos, "You going to dive?"
Tanghos chuckles lightly at Allory. "Me? I would probably sink like a rock."
You whisper "Well, nay those who can't hear, or see, or are crippled, nay.
Y'have t'be in decent health as a general rule to Stand." to Brendan.
P'tran laughs at Dyane just before he's about to mount Laerth. "I'll have
to have Rowen give the riders some lessons."
Teyal grins at Rowen, "Good job."
Dyane says "There is still time for new contestants. Anyone else ready to
dive :)"
Dyane laughs at P't :)
P'tran climbs up onto Laerth in one smooth motion.
T'lar says "I'm ready."
Emlyn comes in with a High Reaches Rider. The young woman immediately
disappears into the crowd, leaving Emlyn to make her own way among the
crowd. She does so with an anticipatory smile.
Rowen grins at Teyal, "And that bluerider.. is how you're /supposed/ to do
it." She offers up a playful grin, before pushing braids out of her face.
Tarin says "Keriann, you're next!"
Rowen catches P'tran's comment, and grins, "Jsut hope the luck holds!"
Meli shivers slightly despite the tropical clime, and snuggles in next to
T'lar more closely as she watches.
T'lar wraps the towel around the greenrider's shoulders, adding his arms
for additional warmth.
From atop Laerth, P'tran secures the straps to himself and gives a wave
before having Laerth back up out of the way of the contestants before
taking flight so as not to distract them.
Allory laughs, "Loosing Masters to Boll waters is bad." she teases, "Shall
we look in some tents?"
Shaylar grins, and whistles loudly, "Go for it, dearling."
Keriann gives the weyrlings around her a hesitant but expectant smile as
she hears her name called. "I just hope I don't go -flop- on my belly." She
leaves the group and heads up the cliff, climbing it quickly.
Karina cheers hearing that Keriann's next. "Go, Keriann - show 'em how its
down!!"
Tiya wishes Keri luck, with a smile of anticipation as she watches her friend.
Teyal hmmphs, putting her hands on her hips as she studies Rowen, "You just
reach a little higher.. I'll have to put the grease up there next jump."
Keriann swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward,
back and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear
waters.
Laerth hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful strokes.
Tanghos nods with a smile. "Any of them except the SmithCraft. I think we
have seen enough of it."
Karina cheers "Alright, Keriann! Good job!!" she glances at the other
weyrlings and grins "Go Reaches!"
Dyane applauds :)
C'lus laughs and claps to Keriann, calling out, "Do it again! You didn't
land on your stomach!"
Dyane laughs, "Hrm ... which Weyr will be the winner. HRW or BDW? :)
Rowen winks, "Won't improve your swings any rider, and then I'Benden'd
really be in trouble." She ducks, expecting a thwap for that one.
Benden Weyr> P'tran sorries he has to skip out of the gather but needs to
get back to RL. Night all :)
Tiya beams at Karina as she applauds Keri's dive, giggling as Genevith adds
her warble to the din.
Br'mar bounces excitedly. "Way to go Keri!!!"
Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Night, boss."
Emlyn moves to the edge of the crowd to watch the diving. Recognizing
Keriann, she claps and laughs at some of the comments.
Dyane applauds :)
From the shallow waters, Keriann makes her way back toward the beach, an
enormously pleased and surprised look on her face.
M'kla steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Keriann steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Tarin applauds, then says, "Br'mar. You're up :)"
Teyal grins at Rowen goodnaturedly, and looks over to Keriann, "Great dive.."
Rowen nods in agreement with Teyal, "Good form."
Sayla wraps Davidon up in a towel and stands close to him, lifting one arm
to wave briefly to M'kla as she arrives.
"Wow!" Keriann calls to her friends, grinning, blotting her face with the
towel. "You /have/ to try that!" She laughs, "Thanks, everyone."
Shaylar grins, "Nice dive, Keri. You've done the Weyr proud." She hops
about happily, and then acks as her top slides precariously loose, and she
quickly reties it, and double knots it for safe keeping.
Davidon looks up from clapping for Keriann and waves to M'kla, smiling his
thanks to Sayla. "Don't need to catch another cold.
M'kla peers around at the crowd, and then carefully makes her way around to
her daughter and Davidon, trying to figure this situation out.
Br'mar straightens, and bounces eagerly towards the cliff, burning off some
nervous energy. After a glare at the drudges, who snicker at the
bronzerider afraid of a little heighth, he grabs the vine and swings outward.
Br'mar 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*
Brendan sighs, adjusting his eye lenses again. "Well...that ends that
dream," she mutters sullenly.
Karina ouches seeing Br'mar.
Dyane suppresses a laugh, "Um ... interesting form there, Br'mar."
M'kla winces a little, "Ach!"
Shaylar covers her eyes, and groans, "Oh, heavens. I know that hurt."
T'lar claps loudly. "See. He's using up the bronzerider bad luck, I hope."
Tiya ohdears and winces, watching to see that Br'mar resurfaces.
Teyal claps a hand over her mouth, seeming both sympathetic and incredibly
amused at the same time.
Davidon smiles at M'kla, "How are you enjoying the gather?"
C'lus winces, then looks over to Keriann with a smile as he says, "That's
how you were supposed to do it."
Tarin grins, his eyes twinkling, "Interesting is ONE word I'd use to
describe it."
From the shallow waters, Br'mar lets out a frenzied, frustrated *scream*...
that turns into a *glub, glub*. He climbs out of the water hastily, looking
embarrassed.
Br'mar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Emlyn winces as Br'mar goes in flat on his stomach. "Ouch. Well, that's why
Silventh is the one who flies, I suppose, and Br'mar the one who rides."
Kassima shrugs. "Possibly... some riders have vision trouble, but I don't
know if they were that way when they were Searched." She starts at Br'mar's
scream and whips her attention back to the contest, wide-eyed.
Dyane ROTFL
Teyal looks away, smothering her chuckles under a polite coughing fit.
Rowen wrinkles her nose, "Certainly seems like people's weight is in their
stomach.. guess it's a good thing I didn't eat 'fore I came.."
M'kla glances across at Davidon, trying not to grin at the bronzerider's
dismay, and smiles, "Fine, lad...fine...K'tyn talked me into some fool
outfit like yers."
Brendan whispers "S'okay.""
Shaylar turns as she hears Emlyn's voice, "Hey, come join us."
M'kla laughs! as she catches the girl's comment, and calls across, "Aye,
lassie! That's EXACTLY why!"
Davidon blinks and does a double take, "He did?"
Dyane says "Last call for participants before we start the queue over :)"
T'lar says "I haven't dived yet, Dyane."
Tarin says "Karina, you're next. =)"
Kassima grins. "Ah, did he now? Welladay! 'Tis a fine thing--and we *did*
set a fashion, mayhaps. I'll have t'be telling K'nan so when he wakes up
again. Mayhaps 'twill convince him to wear his out and about."
Br'mar gives Emlyn a look. "Gee, thanks sis. I'll remember that."
Sayla has lost track of what her mother and Davidon are discussing and
looks blankly at them.
Dyane says "I know, T'lar. I haven't either, but I'm getting new arrivals
before we're done :)"
Karina freezes hearing her name called and takes in a deep breath eyes
darting up to the vine. She murmers to herself as she exhales,"I can do
this..no problem..really".,and glances back at everyone, smiling slightly,
before taking the hike up to the vine.
Shaylar watches this time with a closed mouth. Noo, she willna whistle this
time.
T'lar says "Pardon. I wasn't paying close enough attention and didn't want
to miss my turn."
Dyane nods to T'lar :)
Teyal mumbles, "I'd probably do a better job if I dove with my eyes closed.."
When Keriann hears Emlyn, she smiles and waves over to her, before she
looks over at Br'mar as he rejoins the group. "Are you ok there?" She looks
up and nods encouragingly to Karina before Karina starts the climb up.
Davidon smiles, "You don't mean a kilt do you?" he asks M'kla.
Karina backs up and runs at the vine, then trips and falls flat on the fact
at the edge of the cliff. As they try to get up, one hand slips making them
tumble into the waters.
Emlyn gives Br'mar an apologetic smile and pats his still-red stomach.
M'kla grins, showing off a wrapped up pack, "Aye...but I'm nay gonna wear
it *between*!"
Rowen grins at TEyan, "I've got a cloth scrap here you can use as a
blindfold.."
T'lar says "ouch. Another one."
Shaylar winces, "Oh, dear. The cliff claims another one."
Davidon wraps his towel around him, "I don't even think I want to climb up
onto a dragon in mine. Might just put my 'real' clothes back on."
C'lus grimaces and looks out into the water, looking for her to resurface.
From the shallow waters, Karina surfaces in the water and sputters "ACK!"
she makes her way back to the beach.
One can't help but wonder what fact is so difficult to learn that it keeps
tripping people up. :)
Karina steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen looks back, not having seen the dive, "Another one?! Yeesh!"
Emlyn grins at Keriann, too. "Your dive was lovely."
"I'll bet you look wonderful in it, Mother," Sayla smiles. "You're very
pretty."
Davidon grins at Sayla.
Sayla shakes her head once to Davidon.
Dyane fixed that error :P
M'kla grins at Davidon, "Aye well...I dou' Torinth'd complain o're much,
and I'd have nae reason." She teases a little, and pats Sayla's shoulder.
Kassima chuckles sympathetically and notes to T'lar, "Now y'see why I'm nay
doing this, eh? Fallen off the vine enough times t'know what 'tis like."
She grins at M'kla. "Mayhaps I should try to buy kilts for everyone on
their Turndays, to try and be setting a trend i'truth. Might be interesting
to see an entire Weyr in kilts."
Shaylar hands Karina a towel, "You'll fix it next time, dear."
Davidon whiseprs something to M'kla's daughter with an arched eyebrow.
Tarin says "T'lar, it's your turn =)"
T'lar stands. "Thank you."
T'lar sighs dramaticallly. "With my luck, this will be another bellyflop."
He climbs up the rocky cliff carefully. Lunging for the vine, he attacks
the swing with enthusiasm to make up for skill.
Tiya darts a startled glance at Kassima, then relaxes as she sees the
Benden knot.
Davidon blinks, "Um, if I rode in a kilt?" he asks the greenrider.
T'lar grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.
Dyane woohoos@
Karina takes the towel and tries to force a smile. "I..i..i sure hope so.."
she runs her fingers through her wet hair and sighs.
M'kla grins at Davidon innocently.
Davidon coughs into his hand, blushing.
Meli whistles and cheers, applauding for T'lar's nice form.
Kassima raises one fist in a victory sign, yelling, "All *right*, T'lar!
Excellent!"
Shaylar applauds softly, and readjusts her top once more, before nodding,
satisfied.
Teyal smiles, "Maybe that broke the vine of bad luck.."
C'lus smiles over to Karina and nods quietly, not that anything he'd say
could be heard anyway. Then he cheers to T'lar's dives.
From the shallow waters, T'lar surfaces like a shipfish, rising out of the
water to his waist. A big smile wreaths his face. "I was right. He did use
up all the bronzerider bad luck."
T'lar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Keriann smiles at Emlyn, "Thanks, Emlyn." Her gaze stays over where the
vine is, watching every contestant as they dive, "That was a good one!"
Dyane mumbles, "If it didn't break the vine itself :)
Tarin applauds, "Next is Tiya." He turns to Emlyn, "Are you interested in
joining in?"
Teyal grins.
T'lar takes a towel with a muttered thank you. Bowing to the lady holder,
he makes his way back to his seat.
Tiya looks utterly dismayed as she hears her name. "I have to follow -that-
dive?" Her expression suggesting that perhaps she's regretting her decision
to enter the contest, she is propelled towards the cliff by a gentle
*shove* from a classmate. Then, with a faint, nervous smile, she continues
the rest of the way on her own.
Emlyn hesitates for a moment, then grins and nods to Tarin. "Yes, I'd like
to."
Tiya 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*
Tarin nods to Emlyn.
T'lar winces, but applauds.
Kassima comments to Teyal, "I think Mart put a curse on that vine yestereve
or somesuch... he can do that, y'know. Just ask Kindre sometime."
Benden Weyr> Rowen says, "Never ever ever look at another world for more
than a second at a gather."
Dyane winces, "No, the curse is still around." She applauds the attempt. :)
Teyal grins as Kassima.. "Either that or someone greased the ledge just
before the vine.. people seem to be slipping horribly."
Shaylar sighs, "This is NOT good. Hope she's alright."
Karina groans as she watches Tiya tumble "Oh no..not Tiya too!" she makes
her way back towarsd the grup of contestantys
Tarin says "That's the spirit. Go ahead and try even though you're doomed!"
Benden Weyr> K'tyn lol at Rowen. :)
Teyal watches the dive thoughtfully, "You know.. the wild flailing might be
an artistic addition..."
Keriann winces as Tiya hits the water flat, "Ooh, that had to have hurt."
C'lus goes a little pale as he watches on, not liking the luck his
classmates are having.
M'kla grins at the antics, slipping an arm around Davidon and Sayla,
standing between them.
Rowen grins at Tarin.
From the shallow waters, Tiya emerges from the water, sputtering and
gasping. "Guess I'm out of practise," she murmurs to the water, shaing her
head.
Tiya steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Sayla puts her head on M'kla's shoulder and sighs. She mutters to M'kla,
"... like..."
Rowen laughs out loud at Teyal, nearly falling over as she slips in a
hollow in the sand.
Shaylar smiles, "You alright, hun?"
Br'mar ouches sympathetically for Tiya, knowing almost exactly how that felt.
Tarin says "C'lus, you're next."
Benden Weyr> Rowen says, "Nice chaperone move M'kla :P"
M'kla smiles at Sayla, and ruffles her hair, "Is tha' so, lass."
Teyal grins, looking down at Rowen, "You're supposed to save that for the
dive.. Nice practice though.. a little more flailing with the left arm next
time.."
Tiya nods to Shaylar as she towels off. "That patch right before the vine
is slippery," she warns C'lus.
Davidon arches an eyebrow at M'kla and chuckles softly, turning back to
watching the divings.
Teyal looking over at.. that is.
C'lus gulps slightly, looking to Tarin remembering his words of 'doom'.
Then he steps over to get a good start and heads up the cliff, reaching out
for the vine and giving a push with his legs.
Karina watches C'lus, looking concerned but calls out a 'go get 'em'.
C'lus grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips before
knifing into the water with nary a ripple.
Rowen sticks her tongue out at Teyal, and uses her for balance.
T'lar says "Oh. That's the best one yet."
Dyane stands up, applauding, "Wonderful."
"Wow!" Meli exclaims. "Might as well quit right now" she chuckles.
Keriann cheers, "That was great!" She calls out to the water, "Well done,
C'lus!"
Tiya blinks, the motion of her towel stopping. "Wow." Then she beams, her
applause muffled by the towel in one hand.
Teyal smiles sweetly at Rowen, then hooks a leg around one of her legs. She
glances up at the dive with a Wow! Then yanks Rowen off balance again.
M'kla grins, "ye'd think he's gae shipfish in him!"
Shaylar claps loudly, "Alright, C'lus!"
Davidon cheers for C'lus and his wonderful dive.
Tarin whistles in admiration and applauds.
Rowen blinks at the dive, "Hey! I did that in warm-up!" She ponders, "Think
I can do it again?" The question seems to be directed at the bluerider.
Kassima whistles. "Ooh, that's a difficult one!" she comments admiringly,
applauding.
Karina simply stares out at the water dumb founded "Did he just...Wow!
Great job!!" she laughs as she watches him.
Benden Weyr> M'kla joins the ranks of the kilted.
From the shallow waters, C'lus pushes up out of the water with a wide grin
as he lets out a holler of laugher and comes up onto the beach.
C'lus steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen Acks as she promptly falls over, grabbing at Teyal in an attempt to
bring her along.
Benden Weyr> Kindre dequiets...oh! I'm missing this, too??? :b :)
Sayla wows at the dive and applauds for the marvelous dive before snuggling
down between Davidon and M'kla again.
Dyane laughs.
Benden Weyr> K'tyn kewls. I started a trend! :)
Benden Weyr> N'ren dips Kindre for no good reason.
Benden Weyr> Kassima woos at M'kla! Yay for kilts. ;) Even though I have no
intent, at the moment, of buying one, I think they're pretty spiff. ;)
Teyal applauds C'lus sincerely, then grins wickedly as Rowen goes flying
only to be eating sand a few moments later.
Davidon smiles at Sayla, fluffing her hair lightly.
Teyal sighs, face down in the sand.. "I thought I only did this with water..."
Benden Weyr> K'tyn thinks all of Skyfire should wear them. :)
Tarin says "Emlyn, you are next."
Benden Weyr> Kindre chuckles, heh :) Oh, Kassi, you can find a nice neon
plaid one, can't you? ;)
Rowen grins, and throws another heap of sand so that it spills over Teyal's
head, "Silly bluerider." She then quickly scrambles out of the way.
Benden Weyr> Kassima acks, neon plaid? That would clash sooo bad with my
Gather dress. ;)
Benden Weyr> Rowen thinks the K-team should all have one, embroidered with
a big flaming red K!
Brendan applauds for the divers, enjoying their skill.
Emlyn kicks off her boots, rolls up her leggings to the knee, ties her
tunic about her midriff, then scrambles up the cliff.
Orinoco wanders in from the tidal pool.
Dyane waves to Ori :)
Benden Weyr> Rowen says, "We'll give yo ua striped one Kassi.. stripes and
checks go so well..."
Teyal rolls over and into a sitting position, brushing sand out of her hair
with a martyred expression. She stays where she is, watching Emlyn climb.
Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "exactly, Kassi ;)"
Rowen giggles at Teyal, sitting nearby, running her fingers through the
sand around her.
Shaylar whistels loudly, "Go Emlyn." She then clamps her mouth shut,
remembering what happened last time she whistled.
Benden Weyr> Kindre would have one with little mushrooms dotting it :)
Benden Weyr> M'kla mmms. I think I'll forgo the giant flaming red K.
Kalgem wanders in from the tidal pool.
Benden Weyr> Kassima is all for the K, if it's Glowing Green instead.
Emlyn clearly didn't realize the cliff was as high as it was, but once
you've climbed in front of this many people.. She swallows, and leaps into
the unknown..
Emlyn grabs the vine, swings out, releases it before slicing cleanly into
the water.
Benden Weyr> Rowen says, "Ok, glowing green."
Orinoco makes her way over to Dyane, waving at various Star types as she
does so, "Oh no,am I too late to enter the contest?"
Dyane smiles, "No, not at all. :)"
From the shallow waters, Emlyn breaks the surface of the water, as
surprised as anybody to have made such a clean dive. She giggles.
Emlyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Dyane applauds, "Yay!"
Tarin huzzahs! He turns to Ori, "Actually, it's your turn right now :)"
Rowen grins at Emlyn, and quickly smacks her hands to gether in applause,
sending a double-wave of sand towards Teyal unintentionally.
Kalgem walks down onto the beach and smiles to Dyane and Tarin, "Good
evening," he says to both.
Shaylar claps, "Yeah. High Reaches may be frozen, but we know our water."
She grins sillily.
Tiya giggles at Shaylar. "Some of us, at least," she amends ruefully.
Dyane grins at Kalgem, "Are you going to help Ori and I defend Boll's water
honour?"
C'lus laughs and nods along to Shaylar, telling a few classmates, "I guess
that dip in the lake earlier actually helped, huh? Told you to try it.." he
grins to Karina.
Teyal mutters something about paybacks...
Orinoco beams at Tarin, but makes a face as she hears what he has to say.
"Oh, really? But I just got here! Oh well, I sepnd enough time here during
my day anyway..."
Emlyn takes one of the towels and grins sheepishly at the response to her
dive. She dries her hair and rejoins her friends.
Rowen looks innocently at Teyal.
Shaylar chuckles at Tiya, "Aw...you just need to warm up."
Tarin says "good luck. ANd watch out for that first step, it's a doozy!"
Karina laughs hearing C'lus, she takes a few steps towards. "Sure, maybe I
shoulda let Ysareth take me for a swim, too..Maybe that would prevented my
belly flop.." she says with a wicked grin.
Orinoco approaches the cliff, smiling with confidence. "All very nice, but
let's make room for the master now!" She makes her way over.
C'lus grins and shrugs, "Its possible. You never know, do you?" he laughs
at the thought.
Kalgem chuckles at Dyane, "I think I'll just watch. I'm only down here for
a few."
Teyal shakes her head, looking after Orinoco.. "She'll regret saying that..."
Teyal grins.
M'kla chuckles to herself.
Sayla stifles a yawn and, closing her eyes, puts a bit of her weight on the
people snuggled on either side of her.
Tiya giggles softly at Karina. "Don't say that too loud, please. Genevith's
wanting to try."
Dyane laughs at Kalgem, then grins at Teyal.
Orinoco grabs the vine, swings out, releases it before slicing cleanly into
the water.
Teyal blinks, and stares up at the vine with an incredibly insulted
expression.
Davidon smiles at Sayla again, then over at M'kla, he leans over slightly
and whispers to the greenrider.
C'lus glances over to Tiya as he grins devilishly, "Oh? Is she now.." he
trails off with a laugh.
Dyane jumps up and cheers loudly, "Go Boll!" She ahems and regains her
ladyholderlike dignity ... sorta :)
Karina rolls her eyes at C'lus. Hearing Tiya plea, she nods "I'm sorry..but
sooner or later they'll all be taking us for a swim in thta lake!"
Tarin says "Gee, I guess she was telling the truth about being the master."
Dyane laughs at Teyal.
Rowen grins at Teyal, "Guess it pays to be smug and overconfident huh?"
Teyal hmmphs, "We'll see. That was only dive number one.."
From the shallow waters, Orinoco gulps for air, smooths her hair back,
throws her arms wide, and yells, "Ta-daah!" And gets out.
Orinoco steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Teyal rubs her sore toe.
Tarin says "Next is ... Dy!"
Tiya blinks worriedly, looking over to where Genevith is lazing next to
Nyth. "C'lus, please don't!" Her expression lightens, however, as she
giggles at the Starsmith.
Orinoco says "All right, Dy! Make us proud!"
Shaylar chuckles at Orinoco, and watches the Lady Holder as she takes her
turn.
Rowen leans over, and drops a handful of warm sand over the toe, piling it
on, and watching as it sifts down the sides, leaving a tiny cone of sand on
the tip.
C'lus laughs and shrugs, "Don't look at me.. It was Olynth's idea
originally." as he turns back to watch the dives.
Dyane adjusts her suit and grins at Ori, "Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to beat
your dive? Not likely." She takes a deep breath, heading up the cliff, and
mumbles under her breath, "Remember vine, I'm in charge here ... I can cut
you down if you disappoint me." Taking a deep breath, she takes her turn.
M'kla glances at Davidon, and smiles a bit, leaning to whisper back.
Dyane grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*
Teyal snickers. "Maybe the vine is too hard to cut..."
T'lar applauds the grace of the lady holder. It is the politically correct
thing to do.
From the shallow waters, Dyane blinks, looks up at the vine and yells,
"You're goin' down, vine!" She wades back to shore trying to regain some
dignity as she rubs her sore bum.k
Davidon makes a slightly sour face and nods, glancing at the sleepy Sayla
before murmering again.
Rowen Winces, "Guess the vine doesn't like threats.." She grins.
M'kla grins and applauds the Lady's attempt, "Bravo, Dyane! Good show!"
Tarin golf-claps Dyane.
Shaylar giggles, "So much for Lady Holder dignity," she mutters, and then
smiles innocently as she's poked in the ribs on both sides."
Orinoco makes a face of pain. "Oh! Well, thats why you get more than one try."
From the shallow waters, Dyane stops in front of M'kla and bows flourishly,
"It was my pleasure to entertain you, M'kla ;)"
Dyane steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Tarin says "Now it's my turn. My dives don't count, but I'm doing it for
the fun of it."
M'kla grins, and returns the bow. "Aye, and I was much entertained, Lady
Ma'am..we rarely get such a show!"
M'kla grins at Davidon again, and nods, "Aye, well."
Sayla is leaning rather heavily on Davidon now, far more asleep than awake.
Tarin takes his hint from Orinoco and smiles confidently, placing his hands
on his hips. "Now watch true art in motion!" He begins to climb the cliff,
finding it difficult with his fists still on his hips.
Brendan adjusts his lenses again.
Davidon whistles softly, "Well, that's better then a flop on your stomach."
he wraps an arm around Sayla, glancing at M'kla with a grin. "I like them
m'self. Wish I could have a runner."
Rowen's lips quirk in a half-smirk at Tarin's words.
Tarin swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*
Davidon wrinkes his nose, "Aye, like that."
From the shallow waters, Tarin washes ashore with the tide, his belly the
color of a nice, ripe redfruit.
Shaylar snorts softly, and bites her lip as Tarin a nice bellyflop.
Rowen giggles, "Not enough flailing I'd say.." She look sto Teyal, still
piling sand on her toe, "Wouldn't you say?"
Benden Weyr> Ursa says, "So did Benden actually do the airshow thingie?"
Dyane winces and dies laughing.
Orinoco smirks. "Oh, yes. Art. Maybe in an abstract sense? And he's the
*judge*?!?!" her smirk turns into a giggle.
Benden Weyr> Kindre pouts and wouldn't know :( ;)
T'lar is catapulted up by a quick movement of Nicoth's snout. He gets the
bronze an affectionate slap.
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Nope. Couldn't do it last night because Fort
didn't, and it doesn't look like they're doing it tonight either. *Shrug.* :)"
Benden Weyr> Sayla is thinking of just falling asleep here and logging off.
Is that way classless?
Nicoth hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful strokes.
Emlyn watches Lord Boll splash painfully into the water. She winces, then
turns to look up and down the beach. A burst of laughter from the winecraft
pavillion draws her attention. "Pardon me," she murmurs to her companions.
From the shallow waters, Tarin opens an eye and glances up, giving the vine
a cirty look before mustering his dignity and climbing ashore.
Tarin steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Night, all."
Benden Weyr> Ursa says, "Can't say I'm disappointed. Night, folks!"
Emlyn goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Nah, Sayla; Aph did it, and Aph is the pinnacle
of class. ;) :) *SnugsaT'lar.* Y'all come back now, y'hear? :)"
Tarin says "Shaylar ... your turn again :)"
Tarin smiles, "Hopefully, you'll do better than I =)
Benden Weyr> Rowen Waves to t'lar, and is now Benden's last hope :P
A weyrling in the back snorts. "Like that'd be tough."
Teyal wiggles a buried foot..
Benden Weyr> K'tyn says, "Last hope? For what? :)"
Tarin haughtily refuses to acknowledge that comment.
Shaylar watches as Emlyn disappears, "Hope she comes back..." She nods at
Tarin, with a slight smile, and hikes up to the vine, humming softly, and
grasps it tightly, pushing off.
Shaylar 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.
Dyane glances over in the direction of the comment and /laughs/.
Rowen grins, and playfully taps on the foot, "Stop that.. you're ruinin' my
sandpile." Indeed, large pink patches of skin are beginning to show through
as the sand slowly shimmers down the sides of the littlte hill.
Dyane glances at Br'mar, "Giving Shaylar lessons?"
Teyal sighs, putting on an expression of martyrdom again, she stills her foot.
Tarin sighs and goes to help the drudges with a grin.
Brendan makes a nervous giggle at the person clinging to the vine. There is
something so symbolic , here.
Dyane LOL at Brendan.
Karina tris to cover her laughter but can't.
Benden Weyr> Caitria says, "Hiya, folks. :)"
From the shallow waters, Shaylar sighs, and grumbles, splashing from the
water, "How ridiculous. Me! Scared of heights."
Shaylar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Benden Weyr> Jaeleka says, "Heyla Cait"
Benden Weyr> Kassima ponders which tune would go best to a song about a
greenrider wearing a kilt, and *snugs* a Moomeister! :)
Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Heya, Moolady!"
Benden Weyr> Ursa snugs a tria. :)
Rowen flashes a grin to Teyal's face, before looking back to the foot, her
tongue appearing at the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on keeping
the sand in a pile, failing for the most part, as the majority goes sliding
right back to the beach. After a few moments, one eye squints.
Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "'Tria!!! :)"
Benden Weyr> Caitria feels so loved. Wow. :)
Aerth rumbles amusedly, and snorts at his lifemate.
Dyane flops to the sand, laughing uncontrollably. She wipes the tears from
her eyes, then looks at Tarin.
Br'mar flushes a little. "Umm, not that I know of, m'lady."
Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Don't you /dare/, Kassi!"
C'lus doesn't try hiding his laughter and literal busts up, laughing for a
few minutes before a weyrling pokes him in the stomach and he regains control.
Tarin says "Teyal. Go :)"
Kassima grins at K'nan. "Finally awake, are you?"
Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Would I dare? (I'm *sure* everyone knows the
answer to this. ;)"
Teyal looks up from her position on the sand.. half buried, "My turn?"
Sayla sits down on Torinth's tail, so conveniently located behind her, and,
still leaning a little against M'kla and Davidon, goes asleep.
Brendan starts thinking up a song..."Would you rather swing on a
vine...Have your life strung out on a line?"
K'nan watches Kassi warily, "Depends..."
Dyane takes a deep shaking breath and grins at Teyal, "C'mon :)"
Allory heads into the SmithCraft Tent.
Teyal stands slowly, sand cascading down... she winces slightly as she
detects sand in her swimsuit and takes a few mincing steps toward the cliff.
Tarin grins at Brendan, "Maybe an award can be thine ;)"
Teyal gives Rowen a brief glare over her shoulder, then strides forward
confidently, sand spilling off here and there..
Shaylar sends a narrow look at Aerth, and then playfully pops C'lus with
her towel.
Teyal clambers up the cliff and stops. She makes a play of studying the
vine from all angles then rushes forwards.
Teyal grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips before
knifing into the water with nary a ripple.
K'tyn steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Rowen gigles and pouts alternately as her hill goes byebye.
Karise steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Dyane, lying in the sand, still laughs before looking at the water, "See,
Teyal! Not taht bad!"
Tarin appaluds, "Gorgeous!"
C'lus tries to move out of the way, but with the crowd he can't and gets
popped with a crack and looks over still in amusement, clapping for the dive.
Davidon smiles and rubs Sayla's shoulder as she sleeps, glancing over to be
sure she's not going to get a crinked neck sleeping like that.
Rowen blinks at the jump, and bounces to her feet ,clapping wildly and
whistling. She yells rauccously, "Go Benden!"
From the shallow waters, Teyal surfaces quickly, dancing from foot to foot
when she gets in the shallows, "yes Yes Yes! The extra weight of the sand
in the bathing suit is the trick!"
Tarin says "Next is: Davidon."
K'tyn blinks at the activity. "Gads! Look at the people. Look at that!"
Dyane LOL at Teyal, "Ah, the secret."
Kassima chuckles. "Oh, K'nan. Why would I do anything bad t'you *now* when
I di--I mean, *could* have done it all while you slept?" She does her best
to look innocent and guileless, then turns to add her own shouts, whoops,
and general sounds of delight at Teyal's dive. "Great one, Teyal!"
Shaylar mutters something about sand and Weyrlings and loose swimsuit tops,
"Keriann, could you retie this thing? Maybe it'll stay put if you do it."
From the shallow waters, Teyal struts out of the water, bowing all around.
Then laughs, plopping back down on her spot in the sand.
Teyal steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Brendan blushes, not realizing he was thinking out loud again. He smiles at
Tarin.
Davidon leans Sayla against M'kla a little and then jogs up to the vine,
you can hear him murming under his breath, 'the vine in your friend....be
one with the vine.' has he makes his way up to the cliff.
Dyane glances over at K'tyn, "Boll's duty to Benden, rider." She sits up,
her tummy sore from all the laughing.
K'nan smirks, "I still don't know that you /didn't/ do anything while I'm
asleep." After a glance to make sure his kilt's still there and in place,
he claps a few times for Teyal, grinning lightly.
Rowen grins, and leans down for a double handful of sand. She quickly hodls
it to her chest, and tips it down, so it falls close to her body, lodging
and wriggling into her suit, "There!" She smiles, satisfied.
Keriann giggles at the Benden Wingleader's comment, "Sand in the suit, I
never knew that had anything good to say about it." Turning to Shaylar, she
nods, "Yes ma'am," and she moves around behind her to tie Shaylar's top. "I
think that'll hold now," she tells Shaylar as she finishes.
Karise stops, one hand on K'tyn's arm. "No kidding." She peers about,
before wandering over to a few Bendenites. "What's going on?"
Davidon flexes his fingers, mock diving for the vine as if he's trying to
get it just right this time.
Brendan leans over to K'nan to whisper something.
Davidon swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.
Rowen plops back down with Teyal, and begins her careful ministrations with
the toe.
From the shallow waters, Davidon surfaces, shaking white-gold hair from his
eyes letting out a wild hoot. "Hey, it worked!"
Dyane blinks and applauds, "Well done!"
Davidon steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Karina claps for the dives and murmers "Looks like everyone's getting te
hang of it.." she looks up at the vine "Hope I have such luck.."
Rowen looks over at the hoot, and grins triumphantly, "See! We just needed
a warm-up!"
Br'mar grins sympathetically at Karina. "Me too."
Tarin says "Next is Rowen!"
K'nan flushes red at Brendan's comment, grinning. "Bren!"
Davidon wraps up in the towel, grinning from ear to ear as he goes back to
where he was standing.
Shaylar smiles, "Thanks, dear." She then applauds softly for Davidon,
smiling encouragement to her Weyrlings, "You will."
Kassima flutters her eyelashes, the very picture of greenrider innocence.
Insofar as there *is* any such thing. "K'nan! What on Pern would make you
think such of me?" She turns her head to yell, "Terrific, Davi! Absolutely
terrific!"
Ivarath backwings to a landing.
M'kla grins at Davidon, and applauds him quietly, not wanting to wake her
daughter.
C'lus grins to the two and says like its so obvious, "Well, I"m sure that
if you both had sand in your suits, you'd do fine.."
Teyal applauds, grinning over at Davidon.. "Ah.. Competition.."
Tiya nods to Karina and Br'mar, giving the Bendenite a congratulatory smile.
Rowen winks at Teyal, "Watch me fall on my face now.." She hops up and
again, dropping a bit more sand in her suit top, then with a parting
comment to Teyal, turns for the cliff, making her way up, "Stay put! I
wanna finish my hill when I'm done!"
Dyane looks at Ori, "It looks like Boll has /alot/ to catch up on."
Karina smirks "Sand in my suit? Well, I think I will pass on that.." she
squirms a little just at the thought of it.
Davidon grins and makes a show of flexing, "Now...just to not do a
face-plant next time I'll be good."
Atop Ivarath, Sabra unbuckles Trisken from the flying straps, leaving him
free to dismount.
Atop Ivarath, Sabra unbuckles the flying straps holding her in.
K'tyn nods a greeting to those he knows, smiling at those he does not.
"Benden's," he rumbles, watching the contests with a gleeful grin.
C'lus chuckles and shrugs, "Well, its your flop.."
Rowen shimmies a little as she reaches for the vine, adjusting some sand in
her suit that's found an uncomfortable home. She nods to herself then,
satisfied, and gives another shake just to be sure, before grabbing the
rope firmly.
Sabra waits until Ivarath crouches low, then grabs a hold of the riding
straps and slides quickly down his side, landing in a crouch. She
straightens up and slaps Ivarath affectionately.
Trisken slides down off of Ivarath with the aid of the riding straps,
landing with a jolt. Ivarath turns his head and whuffles him gently.
Dyane smiles at Sabra, "Boll's duty to Igen."
Rowen grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.
Ivarath rumbles a greeting to the other dragons, moving away to find
himself a comfortable spot.
Dyane applauds, "Good job, Rowen."
Tarin applauds, "Well done."
Shaylar claps, "Nicely done."
Kassima waves over to Sabra, calling, "Benden's duties to Igen and her
queens," before turning to admire the latest flawless Benden dive. "Maybe
the brownie's curse finally wore off," she marvels, applauding.
Sabra nods to Dyane, smiling. "Igen's to Boll's as well." She watches,
grinning, calling out, "Igen's to Benden and her queens as well."
Teyal grins, applauding loudly, 'One of us will get those pastries yet!"
Tiya applauds the dive, giving the sand a thoughtful look.
Brendan applauds, too.
Sabra grins. "What's going on?"
Keriann watches yet another exceptionally well executed swing/dive, and she
smiles, clapping her hands.
Trisken looks around, uncharacteristically quiet.
From the shallow waters, Rowen surfaces near the shore again, puffing as
she shakes clinging braids out of her face, her head a mess of the tight
little things. "Not as good as the rest of you, but not bad.. " She grins
then, as if commenting on a meal she's making, "Need more sand.."
Rowen steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Tarin says "Next is: Keriann"
Dyane glances at Sabra, "We're in the middle of the vine swinging contest.
Rowen hauls herself fro mteh water, dripping, and takes a towel from one of
the drudges, careful to stay wet enough to drip on Teyal as she walks back
over, shaking out her braids before she sits.
Teyal lets out a long suffering sigh, then grins, wiggling the sand off the
toe that Rowen had carefully buried.
Keriann blinks, looking surprised, "I didn't realize it was already time
for me to go again." She hurriedly makes her way over to the path and
climbs the cliff, not pausing before her second attempt.
Keriann grabs at the vine, /misses/ it and lands in the water with an
enormous splash. *SPLAT*
Brendan says "Well, K'nan. At least you're wanted. Be grateful!"
Shaylar grins at Rowen, and considers the substance she is currently
squishing 'tween her toes, and picks up a pinch, and sprinkles it in the
general direction of her suit, "Just a little dash will do ya."
Sabra chuckles, watching the action.
Tiya *ouches*, looking worriedly at the water.
Tarin sighs and looks up at the skies, "Will we ever learn?"
K'nan smiles, "I am, m'friend...how're you doing, anyhow? Been a long time."
Shaylar chuckles, "Hey, no fair going without the vine."
From the shallow waters, Keriann surfaces, scrunching her face up as she
makes her way back toward the beach, muttering to herself about paying more
attention to what's going on.
Keriann steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen Winks at Shaylar, "Cutting out the middle man.."
Dyane glances at the vine, then at Keriann, "Um. The object is to swing
FROM the vine, not past it :)"
Tarin says "NExt is: Br'mar :)"
Karina closes her eyes as she watched Keriann miss the vine, she opens them
and scans the water trying to find her.
M'kla grins to herself.
Rowen then gives Teyal a scolding look as she sits down to finish her
burying, and finds her careful work undone, "Oooh you!"
K'tyn waves to those crowded about, even as he moves toward the wine tent.
"Good luck all, but I find my throat aches for a taste of wine. Karise?
Join me?"
Rowen hrmphs, and quickly begins her job all over again.
Orinoco looks at Dyane, "And you should be tlaking about that!"
C'lus grins at Keriann and gives an approving nod, "THAT's the way to do it
Keri."
Shaylar grins at Rowen, and whistles for Br'mar, "Go, Wingleader!"
Orinoco grins.
M'kla rises slowly, leaving Davidon and Sayla snuggled on the sands, and
dusts herself off.
Taceth chirples a greeting to Orinoco.
Dyane grins at Ori, "I at least was touching the vine before I fell ;P"
K'tyn goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
Karina glances at c'lus and smirks "Oh be nice..."
Karise nods, following after K'tyn, a quick wave directed towards all.
Br'mar stands up, and squares his shoulders, hopefully. Surely this try
can't go as badly as his last two, right? He walks slowly up the cliff,
trying to look more confident than he feels.
Davidon looks up at M'kla, "You heading back?" he asks.
Br'mar grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.
C'lus chuckles and nods, trying to look like a scolded child, "Yes ma'am."
to which he ruins the effect with a grin.
Keriann smiles ruefully at Lady Dyane and nods, as she gratefully accepts
the towel and dries off carefully before rejoining the other weyrlings.
Dyane applauds, "Well done!"
Orinoco nods. "Oh. I see." She fishes out a scrap for Taceth as well.
M'kla shakes her head, "Nay. I'm getting somethin t'cool my throat...ye
wish some wine too?"
Tarin applauds.
Tiya smiles brightly at Br'mar's success.
Sabra pokes Trisken. "Why so quiet?" she asks, grinning. She twists her
hair and piles it on top of her head, exposing the nape of her neck, and
holds it there with one hand.
Kalgem ducks into one of the tents.
Karise goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
Shaylar grins, "Practice makes almost perfect."
From the shallow waters, Br'mar swims up to the surface, and gives a big
smile. Finally, he didn't embarrass himself! He bounces out of the water,
more like his usual self.
Dyane laughs at Shaylar.
Trisken shrugs. "Dunno..."
Br'mar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen watches Br'mar with a keen eye, and comments, "Methinks the lad is
getting used to it.. aye?"
Tarin says "Next is: Karina! =)"
Davidon smiles and nods, "If you don't mind bringing me back something." he
looks down at Sayla, clearly not wanting to just leave her sleeping on the
sands.
Taceth croons at Orinoco in thanks for the scrap.
Karina laughs "Me already?! she sucks ina deep breath and starts up towards
the vine "Here I go again.."
Karina grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.
Dyane claps, "Good job!
Tarin applauds.
C'lus cheers at the dive and looks to the water with a smile.
Shaylar applauds, "Yeah. We're getting better!"
From the shallow waters, Karina surfaces and smiles "that's more like it!"
Tiya smiles hopefully as another weyrling redeems herself.
Karina steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Keriann grins and wrinkles her nose at Shaylar's comment. "Only if we pay
attention to what we're doing," she says, referring to her own just past
failed attempt, before she turns and cheers for Karina's dive as well.
Emlyn comes out of the Winecraft pavillion.
Sabra frowns slightly, but catching sight of Shayne, heads her way, waving.
Sabra steps onto the weathered docks.
Dyane says "Tiya! You're Next =)"
Rowen's tongue appears at the corner of her mouth again as she concentrates
on her new industry.
Tarin grabs back the clipboard and slaps Dy's hand away, "Give that back to
me."
Tiya, remembering her last dive, is a bit wary as she makes her way to the
vine. Realizing that she's still holding that towel, she bends down to take
a swipe at the patch of ground that caught her up. Remembering earlier
dives, she pauses to grab a pinch of sand, then then takes a deep breath.
"Here goes..."
Dyane grins sheepishly at Tarin, "Sorry ... :("
Tiya grabs at the vine, /misses/ it and lands in the water with an enormous
splash. *SPLAT*
Rowen Shakes her head regretfully, tsking, "Not enough sand.. poor dear.."
Teyal shakes her head sympathetically.
Karina frowns "Oh Tiya missed the vine too! Oh No!!" she sayus with disbelief.
Tarin winces mightily and shakes his head as if he's trying to get the
sound of that impact out of his head.
Shaylar sighs, "Just a minor setback. We'll get it yet."
Keriann winces as Tiya also misses the vine, "That does /not/ feel good,"
she says, and indeed, she knows from personal experience that it doesn't.
M'kla goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
From the shallow waters, Tiya is sputtering with laughter as she emerges,
realizing that the towel is still in her left hand. "Maybe the sand just
works for Bendenites."
Emlyn steps out just in time to see Tiya's disastrous dive. She winces,
muttering, "That must have hurt more than being kicked by a mule."
Tiya steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen flashes a sly grin at Teyal, and drops a handful of sand slowly on
her knee, letting it fall in a thin stream from her fist.
Tarin says "C'lus ... next."
Br'mar ouches, and reaches out to rub Tiya's back. "You okay?"
Kalgem comes out of the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.
C'lus grins to everyone as he runs up to the cliff and jumps, trying to
grab the vine.
C'lus 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.
Emlyn joins the small knot of Reaches folk. She adds her solicituous sounds
to those of the people around her.
M'kla comes out of the Winecraft pavillion.
Tiya nods, giving Br'mar a rather rueful smile. "And me Nerat bred. I can't
believe this...ooh!" She winces, seeing C'lus fall.
Dyane sighs tragically and drops her face into her hands, "Ye gods."
Shaylar oohs softly, "Make that major," She watches the water with
concerned eyes.
Karina puts her hand over her eyes as she sees the fall, she spreads he
fingers enough so she can peek out. "C'lus? Oh no..now that hurt.."
Emlyn looks up in time to see C'lus tumble off into the air. She asks, "Is
this safe?"
M'kla saunters back to Davidon, and sets a glass down for him, then smiles,
"K'tyn an Karise are inside...I'm gonna go an chat wi' them, if ye need me
t'get back t'Benden."
From the shallow waters, C'lus drops like a rock in the water, finally
walking up onto the shallows with a rueful smile as he calls out to the
other weyrlings, "Get rid of the sand!"
Tarin says "Emlyn, you're next."
C'lus steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
M'kla goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
Teyal grins.
Kylee looks at all the people.
Kestrall wanders in from the tidal pool.
Kadel gapes
Sabra steps down from the docks.
From the sky, Gwirith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Davidon nods as he takes the glass with a thankful smile and waves after
M'kla as she returns to the winetent.
Gwirith backwings to a landing.
Ivarath warbles a greeting to Gwirith.
Dair chirps in surprise at the crowd of people here.
Shaylar brushes the sprinkles of sand on her top, "Definitely a Benden thing."
Dyane grins, standing to stretch so her next dive will be more prepared.
She looks at Emlyn to see what feat she is about to perform :)
Emlyn, hearing her name, takes a deep breath. She ascends the cliff, moves
to the precipice, and gets her balance. Just as she bends her knees to leap
for the vine, a small brown firelizard appears from between just above her
head. He drops to a landing in her hair as she leaps..
Emlyn swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.
Alea gracefully slides off of Gwirith. Her eyes glaze over as she speaks
for a moment with her lifemate.
Crystal chitters in a surprised tone at all the people and activity going on.
Kassima looks up from where she's busily scribbling something on a piece of
hide she acquired somewhere to wave to Gwirith and her rider. "Benden's
duties, Alea!" she calls.
Sabra heads into the SmithCraft Tent.
Teyal blinks, eyes narrowing as she stares at the dive.. "Think the
firelizard took control..?"
Orinoco drops her jaw. "Um."
Shaylar giggles, and cheers, "Alright! See, no sand. Firelizards!"
Keriann cheers, "Did you see that? That was great!"
Alea says "Igen's to Benden, kassi!"
From the shallow waters, a squawking brown firelizard emerges from the
water. He rises higher and higher, on Emlyn's head.
Emlyn steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Gwirith steps onto the weathered docks.
Dyane says "Ah ... Benden ahs sand and HRW has FLs. That's the key. Now
Boll needs to find something."
Kestrall waves to Alea.
Tiya blinks, torn between giggles and amazement. "Emlyn, was that Lump?"
Alea smiles at Kestrall.
Trisken heads into the SmithCraft Tent.
Rowen pouts, "Cheater!"
Tarin says "Ori, you're next =)"
Rowen says "Not supposed to have firelizards help!"
Kestrall =grins.
Emlyn comes up out of the water, attempting to settle the brown, who's
still on her head, protesting loudly. She nods to Tiya with a grimace.
Dyane cheers, bouncing on her toes, "C'mon, Ori! Go Boll!"
Kethran loosens his fingers from Prometh's ridges as he uses a proffered
foreleg to assist in making his way to the ground.
Orinoco gulps, and points. "I have to go, after *that*?" Wonderful."
Alea waves to Kethran. "Igen'd duty."
Shaylar squeezes Emlyn's arm, and smiles, "Firelizards. Our good luck charm."
Dyane grins, "You can do it!."
Dyane says "Boll can do anything!"
Rowen finishes the first fistful of sand ,adn quickly grabs another,
letting it flow just right to tickle horribly on the knee.
Emlyn gets Lump settled, eventually. She asks her companions, "How are we
doing in the competition?" She grins at Shaylar.
Teyal looks down at her sand tickled knee in consternation, then to Rowen,
"Okay.. That's it!"
Benden Weyr> K'nan just giggles at the amount of superstition here at Boll. ;)
Benden Weyr> Caitria grins at K'nan. Hey, my alt needs all the help she can
get.
Kharoth slides through the sand, sneaking (??) up behind Rowen, his nose
pushing a pile of sand in front of him.
Benden Weyr> Kassima giggles, too, at what she can see through her
songwriting idle. :)
Rowen giggles, and widens her eyes innocently, quickly hiding the offending
hand behind her back, "What?"
Starratiel follows the path out of the Sebring Trader camp.
Brendan looks over at K'nan. "You ever do anything like that?" He nods his
head towards the diving.
Kassima glances over to Kethran, and waves him over. "Keth, have you seen
K'nan's marvelous kilt?"
Teyal smiles sweetly, "Oh nothing.. nothing, really.."
Orinoco approaches the vine with significantly *less* confidence this time,
eyeing the vine with oone eye and looking around for a firelizard ith the
other. Seeing no such help from *between*, she runs toward the vine,eyes
closed.
Genevith watches the sneaking dragon rather curiously.
Orinoco 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*
Rowen gets suspicious, watching Teyal closely, forgetting about the blue so
nearby...
Starratiel comes out of the trader camp,carrying several bundles, and
crosses over to Kethran and Kassima.
Dyane winces, "You shouldn't have closed your eyes, Ori." She sighs, "Great
... now it's up to me to defend Boll's quickly deflating honour."
Brendan catches the bad dive in the corner of his eye. "Ohh! Ouch!"
Teyal looks up to the diver with a wince, "Look Rowen!"
Shaylar shakes her head, "Opened eyes. Thats the ticket." She rubs her
stomach, wincing.
K'nan drops his head into his hands and sighs. Muffled, "Kassi, I'm going
to do something horrid to you..."
Avilo pushes the gate to one side and leaves the BeastCraft Pens.
Kestrall laughs, "Hey Dyane, still having problems with people's diving here?"
Starratiel smiles at K'nan and waves. "Keth, I need your advice.
Kharoth takes the moment to push his hill of sand just a foot further.. the
small mountain piles over Rowen from behind.
Davidon glances over from his daydreams and blinks at K'nan and kassi,
'What's going on?" he calls.
Brendan says "Hey, Kassi...when your through with him, can I have K'nan's
kilt?"
Emlyn watches Orinoco splash into the water. She nods to Shaylar and adds,
"And timing. Gotta spring at the right to moment to get the vine."
Dyane notices Kestrall, "Kes! Heya!" She nods solemnly, "For some reason,
the vine is rebelling against us."
Kestrall grins, "Maybe I'll have to work out a deal to fix that thing for ya."
Tiya nods at Emlyn. "It's bad if you miss," she agrees, with a soft laugh.
From the shallow waters, Orinoco lets out an almighty scream.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" She inches her way out of the water, searching
for a towel and any one of her firelizards to yell at.
Orinoco steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Shaylar spies the sand burying by Kharoth, and giggles.
Dyane winks at Kes and gives Ori a hug, "It's okay."
Tarin says "Dy, you're next."
Teyal rolls to the side, standing gracefully and strolls away from the pile
of sand, that was Rowen. She gives Orinoco a sympathetic glance.
Kassima shakes her head at Brendan. "'Fraid nay; Aph and I bought it for
him, and he's going to *keep* it! Right, K'nan?"
Orinoco returns the hug, and says, "Oh please, Make us proud." She then
slinks off to a corner.
K'nan doesn't look up, but mutters something that might be, "Dusk'll
deliver it tomorrow.."
Dyane takes a deep breath, adjusting her suit. She marches resolutely up
the long, path to her doom. Glancing way, way, way down to the water, she
looks up hoping to find a stray dragon to help her with the dive.
Dyane grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips before
knifing into the water with nary a ripple.
Kassima grins at K'nan. "Oh, like what? Naught to do to me that's worse
than what I've done t'you, I reckon, that you can do without getting in
trouble in the process." She chuckles. "That's what's so priceless about it
all... Star, heyla."
Tiya wows softly. "She didn't miss," she murmurs, then smiles at her
understatement.
Starratiel smiles. "Keth, Kassi, I need some advice.
K'nan looks up and grins evilly at Kassima, "So you think."
Shaylar grins, and applauds, "Now that's Lady Holder style."
Kassima inclines her head. "I can try...." She is rather distracted,
though, by K'nan. "Dusk'll deliver what?" she asks suspiciously.
From the shallow waters, Dyane jumps up out of the water, arms splashing
the water about her wildly, "Yes! I've reached nirvana!" She wades quickly
to shore and beams.
Dyane steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Ivarath hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful
strokes.
Rowen looks up just in time to get a faceful of sand, and a suitful, and a
headful, and.. you get the idea. She sputters and shakes her head
frantically, sand flying everywhere, pelting anything and everything
nearby.. including Teyal and the Blue.
Brendan makes a discreet nod to K'nan.
Emlyn grins as she recognizes Master Lirryn coming through the crowd.
Kestrall chuckles, "I still say that vine either plays favorites or is
rigged somehow."
Davidon cheers for Dyane, "Great dive."
Dyane bows flourishly again.
Kethran waves back to Alea, and heads toward the Winecrafter's tent.
Kethran goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
Kharoth snorts, blowing the rest of the sand out of his nose toward Rowen,
then ambles back to his wallow.
Davidon gladly lets Sassy spring from him shoulder and take to the air.
Kestrall grins, "Good Dive, Dyane."
Benden Weyr> Thera ahems....ok, for all ya'll non-green dragon riders on
the knot, does Mon evening sound alright for a flight? A bit short noticed,
but i want to have it soon :)
Dyane grins at Kes, "Uh, not really. I bellyflopped last time rather badly :)
Rowen now sits in a pile of sand to the waist, glaring at Teyal, "Why
you..." She quickly picks up double handfuls, and laughing, throws them at
Teyal.
Benden Weyr> Caitria can be there, if she can paint her cow and get those
motorized wings to work.
Benden Weyr> Thera grins. Well, that's one....brownrider? Or black and
white spotted rider? ;)
Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "THERA!! *lol Caitria!* :)"
Tarin says "My turn again." He sighs heavily and climbs the cliff
carefully, watching his footing and mumbling something about a "hacksaw"
Benden Weyr> Karise snerks. But what if she catches her, Tria?
Kestrall laughs, "I'm not getting in on that thing this time, can't anyway,
not and carry my daughter."
Benden Weyr> Kassima snugsaThera!! And LOLs at Tria, too! ;)
Tarin looks down the cliff and waves with a grin, then, without warning,
closes his eyes and leaps for the vine!
Tarin swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward, back
and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear waters.
Teyal chuckles, ducking behind Dyane as she congratulates her, "Great dive
Lady."
Brendan applauds that dive. "Well done!"
Davidon sips from his glass of wine.
K'nan chuckles softly, "Nothing, Kassi..nothing at all."
Shaylar nods, "Yes, Eyes closed and TIMING is alright." She dodges flying
sand.
Dyane sighs, "Oh fine. And his dives don't count for Boll's score" She
glares at the vine and laughs at Shaylar.
Orinoco claps! "I knew you'd save some face for us, Dy."
Brendan says "So, K'nan...how do you think I'd look?"
Orinoco was way slow on that one. oops.
Brendan says "Not counting the eye lenses, of course."
From the shallow waters, Tarin bursts through the surface of the water with
a mischeivous grin. He winks at those on shore and says, "What happened? I
had my eyes closed!"
Tarin steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen just sits there in her little mound of sand, looking like a miniature
giant(woo oxymorons) inside a volcano.
Tiya giggles softly as she hears Boll's LH, applauding his dive.
Brendan looks over at K'nan, his smile just a hint of what it usually is,
and winks from behind the tinted lenses.
K'nan chuckles softly, "Not bad, Brendan...not bad. Better'n me and my
kilt, certainly." He smiles, "New outfit, or jus' one I haven't seen yet?"
Tarin says "There is one more round of dives. The question is, do we want
to continue since some ppl have mentioned they need to leave or shall we
continue."
Dyane says "Hello?"
Tarin says "Whoa, that killed the conversation."
Shaylar smiles, and would like another go, but she's first, so, hey...
Tarin says "Shaylar, go for it then. Make the last dive the best."
Orinoco needs all the help she can get, but will go along with the flow b/c
shes last.
Tarin says "This is the last dive for each contestant."
Rowen grins. Orinoco Flow.
Dyane LOL
Tarin groans but ROTFLs
Kesya looks around all over, her eyes bright and little hands reaching for
anything nearby, sometimes almost falling out of her daddy's arms.
Rowen sorries, had to point that out.
As Shaylar prepares for her final dive, Keriann watches intently. She's not
going to let her attention slip away to anything else this time.
Shaylar grins, and nods, making her way up to the vine, muttering, "Time
for a heart to heart, vine. Be nice, and I'll put in a good word for you."
She nods, and as she grabs for the vine, are top slips two whole inches,
precariously loose.
Orinoco whakcs Rowen upside the head in the nicest way possible. :)
Shaylar swings out on the vine with one hand, releases, twists forward,
back and then somersaults once before diving faultlessly into the clear
waters.
Rowen mutters to herself, W"ell. I've certainly enough sand in my suit
now." She throws another mockglare, and a couple more handfuls Teyal's way,
before standing, mounds of sand cascading from her.
Dyane stands up, looks at the waters and applauds, "Perfectly executed,
Shaylar!"
From the shallow waters, Shaylar comes up, smiling, but it fades, as she
realizes she's lost...HER TOP! "Um, Keriann, could you wade out her a moment?"
Tarin says "Teyal"
Dyane snickers.
Keriann bites her lip as she sees Shaylar's top slipping, "Oh dear, I
thought I had that tied well enough." She nods at Shaylar's request and
makes her way through the crowd toward the water.
Kestrall grins, "Gee, Dyane, this is getting to be almost like the weyr
during swims.
Rowen blinks at Shaylar's predicament, and quickly attempts to look around
at her own straps, making sure they are tight. Of course, she can't
actually see.. but she tries. And trying is what counts.
Allory emerges from the SmithCraft Tent
Keriann wanders out into the water and the waves curl around her feet.
Tiya pauses in mid-applause, a sympathetic blush suffusing her face. "Oh
dear!"
A small blue firelizard suddenly swoops up from the water, carrying
something wet and swimsuit looking. He chitters happily as he flies toward
the jungle
C'lus laughs once more as he did before, really breaking up when he sees
the firelizard.
Br'mar chokes on a laugh, and looks politely away, his face turning bright
red as he does so. He may be weyrbred, but in some ways he's little more
than a boy.
Rowen blinks at the lizard, and breaks out in hysterical giggles, "Ut oh..
watch for flying tops.."
Karina smiles meekly at poor Shaylar "That is not fun.."
From the shallow waters, Shaylar screams in frustration, "Unfair! Whose's
firelizard?"
Tiya ohdears again as she sees the firelizard's burden. "I guess they
aren't lucky for Reaches," she murmurs, with a wince.
Dyane collapses helplessly onto the sand, laughing, "Rogue, get back here
with that top!"
Rowen Calls out to Shaylar, "So much for doubleknotting!"
Norgan mutters to Allory, "... you like..."
C'lus grins and nudges Karina gently and motions in the general direction
of the water as he looks at her and away from the water, "Hey, be thankful,
it could be YOU." he grins.
From the shallow waters, Keriann grimaces as the blue firelizard gets the
top just as she's reaching for it. At Shaylar's scream, Keri hurriedly gets
out of the water and grabs a towel to take back to Shaylar.
Allory nods as her and Norgan carry out a blackened contraption and start
setting it up.
Tarin dies laughing, "I think Sioned's trying to steal it from him." as a
gold blinks into view. Sioned takes the top and drops it in fron to fShaylar.
Tarin says "Teyal. Your dive next."
Karina grimaces at the thought, blushing naturally. She nods "Well, I'm
sure that's what you would rather see.." she says coyly and tuns to look
back att he vine
From the shallow waters, Shaylar accepts the towel, but recieves the top
from the gold, with a grin, "Why, thank you." She turns oceanwards, and
replaces her top, and her dignity, returning to shore with Keriann.
Shaylar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Keriann steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Teyal grins, looking over toward the water, then the cliff... she tugs up
her suit.. "At least I have a one piece.."
Sioned chirps a queenly "you are welcome."
Orinoco tries to watch Teyal, but is too busy laughing at Shaylar for the
moment.
Shaylar smiles, "I'll buy that gold a tray of meatrolls for that. Where
Brione is when I need her, I'll never know."
Teyal makes her way up the cliff, nudging an offending rock out of her
way.. perhaps the one she stubbed her toe on the first time. She continues
on up, taking deep breaths."
Dyane sits up, brushing the sand from her face. She looks toward Teyal.
Karina lowers her head before turning around and giving you a playful push
"Don't start trouble, trouble.."
Rowen grins, and turns to cheer Teyal on, "C'mon wet sp.. I mean.. Go Teyal!"
Lirryn steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Teyal glances down at the water, then at the vine, looking thoughtful. She
reaches over and sets the vine to swinging before stepping back and making
a run for it.
Teyal swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.
Karina grins and nods at C'lus "And that is what I like...." she says
before turning back to watch the divers.
Dyane woohoos!
Tarin says "Bravo!"
Rowen cheers, "Woo Teyal! Go Benden!" She hops up and down, upsetting the
pile of sand left behind when she stood. She even nearly trips over the piles.
Kharoth Bugles, deafening a the closest observers.
C'lus grins as he turns back to the contest, cheering for the dive as he
sees the last bit.
Rowen winces at the dragon, "Hey!"
From the shallow waters, Teyal surfaces, letting the water run off her as
she grins in triumph, lifting one arm and pumping it in victory.
Brendan applauds Teyal's magnificent dive.
Teyal steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Shaylar applauds, "Nice." She goes to toweling off, replacing her now dry
leggings on her damp legs, and pulling her shirt on over her top.
Tarin says "Since Davidon isn't here at the moment, we'll get back to him.
For now, Rowen's next!"
Tarin says "Speak of the Devil!"
Rowen grins, and runs towards the cliff, quickly scrambling up, out of
breath when she reaches the top.
Rowen pauses as she sees Davidon returning through the crowd, and looks to
Tarin to see if she should still go.
Tarin nods to Rowen. "Davidon will go after you."
Rowen nods, and coughs a bit as she catches her breath, and peers at the
still swinging vine.. well.. it worked for the bluerider.
Rowen 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.
Tarin grins and steps forward to help the drudges again.
Dyane dies laughing again, "This is just too much for a poor lLadyHolder to
take!"
From the shallow waters, Rowen frowns, as she gets down, "My foot got
caught." She hrmphs, and mutters, "I want another go.."
Davidon smiles and sighs, "Sorry, just had to get a refil on the wine. Am I
too late?"
Kalgem wanders down the jungle path to the west.
Karina laughs and laughs "Oh what horrible luck!" she comments.
From the shallow waters, Rowen steps to the edge of the cliff, to make her
way down, still pouting.
Tarin grins at Davidon, no, you're just in time. It's your turn."
Kestrall watches the diving, holding Kesya so she can see as well.
C'lus shakes his head at the dive and mutters, "Its the darn sand...Yep."
Shaylar pauses in toweling her hair, wincing, "I know how it is."
Tiya nods at C'lus. "That's what got me."
Teyal grins at Rowen.. "You did cling with style.."
Davidon gulps and gulps down the wine as he strolls up the cliff, "Oh
great!" he blinks at the vine. "I hope I can do this without killing
myself." he flexes, tossing his towel aside. "Ok, just one last time."
Davidon grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.
C'lus chuckles and nods, "You saw my first dive without.. then the second
with... Proof!"
Rowen steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Davidon steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Dyane applauds.
Tarin says "Simple, clean dive."
Tarin says "Very nice indeed."
Shaylar nods, "Very good. Hardly a ripple."
Tiya nods at C'lus, then hmms. "Maybe it was his wine," she murmurs. "The
Seacrafters back home had usually had a bit when -they- did something like
this..."
Br'mar doesn't say anything to Rowen but a quick, "I'm sorry," but he
passes her a glass of wine one of the drudges accidentally gave him.
Davidon coughs softly as he wraps up in the towel, "Well, at least that
didn't hurt." he smiles, fluffing at his hair as he returns to sit with
Sayla. "Thanks." he calls to the congrats.
Rowen stomps back to Teyal, and sniffs as she wipes at her nose, muttering
about stupid vines wrapping around people's ankles, and hacksaws and dull
knives and other unpleasant things.
Tarin says "Keriann, you're next!"
Shaylar glances, "Its the REASON they did this kind of thing, most likely,
Tiya."
Keriann wipes her hands again on the towel she's holding as she watches the
last diver re-emerge before she heads up the path. Faint mutterings about
actually holding the vine this time drift back down toward the beach before
she reaches the top of the cliff, where she stands for a moment before her
attempt.
Keriann grabs at the vine, /misses/ it and lands in the water with an
enormous splash. *SPLAT*
Tiya blinks at Shaylar, starting to protest, "But -I- never..." Then she
winces at Keri's attempt.
Rowen grabs the wine, and downs about half of it without really looking.
She blinks, and looks down in the glass, her face brightening a little as
she realizes it's Benden Red.
Tarin just looks down at Keriann, shaking his head.
Elenni nods to Davidon and pours some wine from the wineskin.
Elenni hands Davidon a glass of Benden red.
From the sky, Raysheth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Tarin says "Br'mar, next!"
Kestrall wrinkles his face slightly at the diver's flop into the water.
Rowen plops down on her now mussed mound of sand, nursing her wine.
Br'mar walks slowly up the cliff, not at all reassured by Keriann's
attempt. IF he doesn't screw this up, he might manage to get an award for
'most improved'. But only if.
Br'mar grabs the vine, swings out, releases it before slicing cleanly into
the water.
Ivarath backwings to a landing.
From the shallow waters, Keriann resurfaces with a sputter and a disgusted
look on her face as she heads over to the beach.
Keriann steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen harumphs, though her heart is only half sour this time, the wine
warming it up considerably.
Tarin says "Karina! Your turn!"
Raysheth backwings to a landing.
Karina doesnt waste any time heading up to te vine, muttering "I just wanna
get this down with.."
Karina 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 applaudsBr'mar and offers Keriann a glass of Benden Red.
Shaylar gasp, "Oh, Keri. You didn't TALK to the vine. It likes being talked
to."
From the shallow waters, Br'mar surfaces easily a good distance from his
entry point, his face reflecting surprise. None of his body parts appear to
have any new bruises, even. That wasn't so bad at all.
Tiya sighs softly. "Well...Br'mar did well, at least."
Tarin says ""Down" is right!"
Br'mar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
From the shallow waters, Karina surfaces and lets out a moan, clutching her
stomach.
Trisken emerges from the SmithCraft Tent
Teyal frowns, looking over at Karina with a concerned expression.
Rowen downs the rest of the wine, almost smiling now.. almost, and goes for
another glass.
Karina steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Orinoco makes a sympathetic face as KArina comes out, and says, "Been
there, done that."
Alica goes into the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.
S'jan climbs down from Raysheth's neckridges, sliding down a forelimb and
jumping to the ground beside the green. He looks up at his dragon, eyes
hazed as the two go through a brief conversation of sorts. Finally, S'jan
smiles, patting Raysheth on the side.
Sabra pauses, catching sight of Raysheth. She ducks quickly into the pens.
C'lus winces and watches the waters as everyone comes back out.
Tarin says "Tiya, it's your turn!"
Rowen thankfully, hasn't caught sight of S'jan.
Karina sits her self down and clucthes her knees.
Dyane smiles at S'jan, "Boll's duty to Igen."
Elenni nods to Rowen and pours some wine from the wineskin.
Elenni hands Rowen a glass of Benden red.
Tiya does not look encouraged by her fellow weyrlings' attempts--excepting
Br'mar's. Shooting a worried look over her shoulder at Karina, she moves
hesitantly up the cliff. "Um. Nice vine. Very nice vine. I'm talking to
you, see?"
Rowen's face breaks int oa smile as she sniffs deeply of her wine, quickly
taking a long drink, holding itin her mouth as her eyes close to the taste
blissfully.
Keriann smiles ruefully at the Lady Holder as she regretfully declines,
murmuring that as a weyrling.. She heads over toward the other weyrlings,
rubbing her side as she watches Tiya climb.
Tiya grabs the vine, swings out, releases, arcs before performing a pike
dive flawlessly.
S'jan offers Dyane a little salute. "An Igen's duty to Boll. A lovely
gather you have going here, ma'am."
Tarin says "Very nice!"
Teyal walks over to lean against Kharoth and looks around for some wine.
Shaylar nods, "See, talk to the vine. It helps."
Rowen notices Teyal's search as she starts back, and pauses to pick up
another glass
From the shallow waters, Tiya lets out a whoop as she emerges, possibly the
loudest sound anyone has ever heard her make. "It worked!"
Elenni nods to Rowen and pours some wine from the wineskin.
Elenni hands Rowen a glass of Benden red.
Dyane smiles, "I'm glad you can attend. Please accept our hospitality." She
motions for a drudge to serve all those who request.
Tiya steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen walks over to Teyal, holding out one of the glasses with a grin.
Tarin says "C'lus is up!"
Teyal grins, "Thanks."
Rowen says "So.. y'think one o' Benden's'll win?"
S'jan nods to Dyane. "Thank you, I will."
Selina walks over to Norgan and smiles
Teyal shrugs, glancing over a C'lus, "You never know.. It was fun, anyway."
C'lus smiles back to everyone and steps forward, muttering towards the vine
about a knife or some water, and then starts running straight towards it.
Tiya beams as she makes her way over to Shaylar and the weyrlings. "Wish
I'd thought of that the first time!"
C'lus 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.
Rowen sips from her wine every chance she can, without looking as if she
might be inhaling it, or perhaps absorbing it by osmosis..
Norgan doesn't notice Selina at first, too busy checking the fuses and
firework shells. He finally smiles up at her, face smuged with black powder.
Tarin says "Problem, C'lus?"
Shaylar sighs, "Nicely, C'lus. You missed that part. MAybe it only likes
girls."
Selina giggles and wipes the powder off Norgans face
Tarin says "Emlyn's up!"
Dyane grins at C'lus.
From the shallow waters, C'lus makes his way onto the beach with a shrug,
"So my hands got stuck.. it happens!"
Karina looks up froem where she is seated and doubles over laughing "Thats
the way to do it,C'lus ..really!"
C'lus steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Kestrall wanders down the jungle path to the west.
Keriann smiles at Tiya, "That was great," but her eyes quickly move over to
C'lus. "Oh dear," she says, calling, "At least you actually /touched/ the
vine," as he draws closer, with a self-deprecating smile.
Norgan grins at Selina's touch. "I shouldn't mess with them anymore.
They're fine, and I'll only screw them up if I fiddle anymore."
From the sky, Jeth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Kassima looks over to K'nan and notes, "I really think, K'nan, that you and
that kilt will soon become as famous as me and the wherry head."
Aerth rumbles a gretting to Jeth.
Selina grins and nods "I'm sure they will be great Norgan"
C'lus towels himself off, wiping the water from his face ace and then
throws it at Karina, "Smarty.." he mutters with a grin.
Br'mar looks up in the air, grinning hugely, after a mental nudge from his
lifemate.
Jeth backwings to a landing.
K'nan eyes Kassi suspiciously, "Why d'you say that?"
High atop Jeth, D'va unbuckles his straps and lays them to his side.
D'va swings down from atop Jeth's back to the ground.
Karina catches the towel and laughs "As I said, nicely done .." her eyes
twinkle with amusement.
Aerth rumbles an extra greeting to Jeth, in case he missed the first one.
Kassima tucks away the scrap of hide she's been writing on for awhile and
says, innocently, "Oh... naught. Just a hunch."
Jeth rumbles pleasantly to assorted and sundry.
Brendan says "Wherry head?" He looks over at Kassima..."Ohhhh yes. I
remember something about that."
Silventh bugles to Jeth, in his usual young, impetuous way.
C'lus uh-huhs as he blops down in the sand next to Karina, sending some of
it towards her, purposely? and smiles, "It was good, wasn't it?" he says
with mirth.
K'nan narrows his eyes, "Kassima.." He pronounces each syllable like a word
in itself.
Tarin says "Orinoco, you're next!"
Kassima chuckles wryly at Brendan. "Somehow, I'm nay surprised t'know
you're knowing of it." She turns to K'nan and inquires, voice dripping with
sweetness and light, "What, dearest mentor mine?"
Rowen catches a bit of the conversation with K'nan and KAssima, and
attempts to drag Teyal that way, "C'mon, I gotta get my dress back on now
that I'm soummat dry.."
Brendan takes in the bantering between his two Benden friends. "Hmmm, Weyrs
must be interesting places to live in."
Tarin mumbles threats to his connection as well.
Karina coughs and grimaces at the sand, she squirms slightly and nods. "It
was just perfect.." she pauses and glances at C'lus "..for you, thta is.."
Teyal digs in her heels, "The diving's not finished yet.."
D'va jumps down from Jeth and takes in the scene around him, then
immediately starts unbuckling his riding jacket. "Shard, you'd think it was
summer here or something."
Davidon chuckles softly as he watches K'nan, shifting the sleeping form
next to him and covering her with a towel, "What's going on?"
Dyane grins at D'va, "D'va!"
K'nan keeps eying the other greenrider, "I'll get you for this, I swear by
Veyath's shell I will."
Rowen says "We can still see it from tehre ya know.."
C'lus smiles as he nods along until the end, then turns to look with a
frown, "Hey...."
Rowen says "That was our last dive.."
Shaylar smiles over at D'va, "Hey there. Come to see your son, the Flurry
Wingleader?"
Ivarath hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful
strokes.
Karina giggles and gives c"lus a playful push "Well, it was, you see.."
Kassima merely grins, and reaches out to tweak K'nan's nose. "I know. And
don't care. This has been worth it, believe you me!"
D'va waves pleasantly to Lady Dyane, then hears Shaylar's voice say 'son'
and 'wingleader' in the same sentence. "What's this?" He drapes his jacket
over Jeth's back and walks over to Shaylar.
Rowen pouts endearingly at Teyal, giving her huge canine eyes, "Pleeeeease?"
S'jan goes into the Woodsmiths' Gather Tent.
Shaylar points at Br'mar, and smiles, "Ask him."
Br'mar blushes as Shaylar tells D'va about his new position. He straightens
his shoulders, trying to look as responsible as possible as his father
gives him the once-over.
C'lus falls sideways in the sand before righting himself brushing the sand
off while smiling.
Teyal grabs her own gown from her flight bag, then lets herself be towed
along.
Tarin says "Well, unless Ori or Emlyn regain their connections sometime
soon, we'll have to move on for sake of time."
Tiya smiles as she spots Br'mar's blush, then blinks and peers at Genevith.
Tarin says "Dyane, go ahead with your last dive."
Dyane climbs up the cliff with a look of much practice and reaches for the
vine.
Dyane swings out on the vine, releases but isn't able to twist quickly
enough to avoid a bellyflop. *OUCH*
Tarin tsk tsks.
D'va strides up to Br'mar, as smoothly as his good leg will allow, and
stands tall in front of his son. "Flurry wingleader, is it then, Br'mar?"
Shaylar oohs, "That smarts."
From the shallow waters, Dyane sighs as she emerges.
Dyane steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen smiles happily, satisfied.
Tarin says "And I'll take a last dive as well."
Davidon whistles softly, "Gah, I hate that!"
Rowen drags Teyal over towards K'nana and Kassi, grinning, "My dress please
sir rider?"
Tarin sprints toward the vine, letting out a loud whoop as he vaults toward
the vine.
Tarin 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.
Selina pulls two nearby chairs over, and offers one to Norgan, as she sits
down on her own. Bending close to Norgan she whispers "Wanted to ask you
something"
Rowen winks at Tarin's comment, "Last dive may be appropriate.."
Br'mar just nods, although there's a curious expression on his face as he
realizes he's /almost/ as tall as his Da. "We just found out tonight..."
From the shallow waters, Tarin shakes his head dizzily, water flying in all
direction from his raven hair. "Don;t make vines like they used to!"
Tarin steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Norgan turns to Selina, "Yes, dear?"
Shaylar smiles, "You didn't talk to it, Lord Tarin. Its a sensitive vine."
Tarin says "Okay, we have a tie!! The top two will have a dive-off to
determine the overall winner!"
Karina grins overhearing Br'mar tell his father his news, yet, her eyes
wander over to C'lus and she grins brightly, though she tries to hide her
grin but fails.
Tiya nods her empthatic agreement to Shaylar's words, then looks to see who
the top two are.
Rowen glances back to Tarin, "So who're the top?"
D'va nods. "Well, I don't think there could be a better choice." He snaps
off a smart salute to Br'mar, then grabs his son in a large hug.
Tarin says "It's a competition now between Benden and High Reaches! The
winner of this dive will win the competition and also bring their Weyr as
unlimited guests of Boll for a turn!"
Teyal blinks, studying Tarin curiously.
C'lus smiles and listens to hear who the two are, and catches Karina's
glance, grinning and shrugging at her in puzzlement.
Davidon claps and waits to hear who's going for the tie-breaker
Tarin says "Say first of all, let me announce Tiya as having won third place!"
Rowen grins, "NEvermind the dress K'nan!" She keeps hold of Teyal, as she
races over to the cliffside.
Tarin says "She had a total score of 32!"
Selina mutters to Norgan, "... was... know we talked about it... What
happens... you get..."
Keriann cheers at the announcement of Tiya as winning third place!
Shaylar nods, "His 'seconds are C'lus and Tiya." She turns back to listen
for the tie-breaker, and grins, "Congrats Tiya."
Tarin says "If anyone wants to know their score, I'll let you know after
the dive-off if you ask."
Br'mar returns the hug, his face beaming in a typical enthusiastic smile.
"I just hope I'll do it justice."
C'lus claps, "Good job Tiya."
Karina cheers and whistles "Way to go, Tiya! Go Reaches!!"
Br'mar applauds loudly for Tiya!
Tarin says "Rowen of Benden and Br'mar of High Reaches, prepare to dive!"
Brendan looks at K'nan, but points to the elegant looking Rowen. "You know
her?"
D'va blinks.
Tiya's jaw drops. "What?" Then she beams as she hears Br'mar's name announced.
Tarin says "Decide between yourselves who goes first."
Rowen bounces excitedly, actually feeling a nervous knot in her stomach,
which is reflected in the slightly crooked cast of her grin.
Shaylar grins, "Alright, Br'mar! Do us proud, hun."
Teyal sighs dramatically, then turns to Rowen with a smile,
"Congratulations.. And good luck!"
Rowen stops briefly, and turns to Br'mar, her eyes searching him out
carefully."Well?"
Tarin says "The scoring will be the same, climbing pose, dive, and
after-dive pose."
Br'mar chuckles nervously, and looks at Rowan. "You go first... and good
luck."
Tarin chuckles, "He just wants to know what he has to beat. ;)"
Selina shrugs mutter Norgan=I don't know, was just a thought, I'd hate to
lose you that way"
Rowen sticks her tongue out at Br'mar, "Oh fine.. make me do the hard
part." She giggles, and winks back at Teyal, then takes a deep breath,
trying to control the grin on her face. Carefully she makes her way up the
cliff, going over all the different methods used for good luck.
D'va grins at Tarin. "A wise decision." He shakes his head. "Wingleader
-and- the hit of the Gather. How can I ever compare?"
Norgan mutters to Selina, "... grew... was..."
Dyane laughs at D'va's comment.
As she reaches the top, she sets the rop swinging, and mutters in soft
toens to it. Before closing her eyes, she looks about for a firelizard, and
hrmms, have to do without. Noticing the rope's stopped swinging, she sets
it going again, then takes a flying leap, opening her eyes just before
reaching for it.
Rowen swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.
Dyane's mouth drops open.
Tarin gives a low whistle.
Selina mutters to Norgan, "Smiles... I... you miss..."
Br'mar flushes and looks at D'va, just to make sure he's joking. Then his
eyes focus on Rowen's gorgeous dive, and he applauds cheerfully, although
looking a bit more nervous now.
Brendan says "Wow!"
From the shallow waters, Rowen resurfaces almost immediately, yipping and
breathing hard, coughing as she chokes in her over-exuberance.
The weyrling standing behind Br'mar mutters, "No pressure."
Dyane rolls.
Shaylar gasps, "Wow. Br'mar hun...try REAL hard." She winks at the Weyrlign.
Norgan mutters to Selina, "My love,... thing... ever... miss now..."
From the shallow waters, Rowen sloshes up to the shore, still coughing, the
facial expression's twisting and mutating her triumphant grin. She looks to
Br'mar, and remarks, "Your turn Wingleader."
Rowen steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Selina smiles and nods to Norgan, her mind at ease
Teyal straightens with pride, and applauds Rowen, "Yes! Benden."
Davidon gathers up his clothing and ducks into the beastcraft pens
Davidon pushes the gate to one side and enters the BeastCraft Pens.
Sabra pushes the gate to one side and leaves the BeastCraft Pens.
Kassima grins and applauds enthusiastically for Rowen. "Marvelous dive,
m'friend! Sharding good show."
Orinoco says "ooooh."
Rowen runs over to Teyal, and tackles her in a hug, "Thanks for the luck
Bluerider!" She ends with a big wet, smacking smooch on the rider's nose!
Ivarath backwings to a landing.
Sabra vaults onto Ivarath's extended foreleg and hauls herself up between
his neckridges.
Ivarath hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful
strokes.
Rowen Remembers then, that she is dripping wet, and grabs the towel the
drudge is prodding her with.
Br'mar grins at Rowen, and gives his best bow. "I shan't mind losing to one
of your skill," he notes softly, and then climbs the cliff, bouncing
happily along, whistling. He doesn't have to worry anymore, because there
is no way he is going to beat that dive. He's still wondering how he made
it this far. Beginner's luck or something.
Dyane looks at Br'mar, her lower lip caught in her teeth as she waits to
see how he fares.
Br'mar grabs at the vine, /misses/ it and lands in the water with an
enormous splash. *SPLAT*
Teyal winces.
Tarin oowwwwooohhhhhhhs!
Brendan looks at Rowen, trying not to stare as he watches her movements.
Dyane groans.
Karina frowns and shakes her head "Oh, poor Br'mar!!"
Shaylar sighs, "Oh dear."
K'tyn comes out of the Winecraft pavillion.
C'lus shows a grimace as he shakes his head, "Just not his day I guess."
Orinoco says "WEll, that ends it rather quickly."
Tiya ouches softly, murmuring something about talking and vines.
Rowen quickly begins towelling herself off, and looks up, having missed
Br'mar's dive. She quickly demands, "What'd he do what'd he do?!" her eyes
wide..
K'tyn uses both oiled straps and an extended foreleg to mount Prometh. Once
settled into Prometh's bronze neckridges, K'tyn thanks Prometh politely,
recieving a basso rummble in return.
Brendan looks out to the water where he heard the splat! "That didn't sound
good."
D'va says "About seven knots, Rowen."
D'va says "When he hit the water. :)"
Orinoco says "Nothing at all, except hurt himself."
Seated upon Prometh, K'tyn helps Karise up and then fastens her into the
straps.
Prometh hunches down before launching up into the skies, with powerful
strokes.
Rowen wrinkles her nose at D'va, "oh.. ow.."
From the sky, Prometh disappears into Between.
Rowen dabs lightly at her face, as she watches Br'mar exit the water,
"Sorry for your luck wingleader.."
Dyane stands up and smiles, "The winner of the gold fl egg and farviewer is
Rowen. The second place winner, the owner of a fl egg and an outfit of his
choosing from the WeaverCraft that Tarin and I will purchase is Br'mar. and
Finally, the winner of an egg and a monthly pastry delivery from the bakers
for a turn is Tiya.
From the shallow waters, Br'mar comes up to the surface with a wave of
foam, generated by his frantic efforts to control his descent. As soon as
he surfaces, however, his face contorts in embarrassment. He reaches out to
push his wet hair out of his eyes, and pulls out a waterweed. How
*embarrrassing*
Br'mar steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.
Rowen Cheers, jumping what looks to be several feet in the air, then turns
to Teyal as she catches her breath, "Pastries woulda been nice though.."
Shaylar sighs, and grins at Br'mar, "Well, you DO get a 'lizard and a new
outfit. AND, Tiya got the pastries." She winks.
Orinoco gathers up her stuff and goes to recover soemwhere quieter, like
the observatory.
Dyane says "In addition, Benden Weyr is invited to Boll at a time and date
that is acceptable to the members of your weyr to a party hosted by Boll on
the beaches. :)"
Davidon pushes the gate to one side and leaves the BeastCraft Pens.
D'va says "Boooo! 8P"
Br'mar sighs, and shrugs. "I knew it was over when I saw her dive. At least
I didn't get any more bruises that time."
Norgan dropped Fireworks.
D'va says "Just kidding. :)"
Kassima grins, and turns to Aph, having seen her stir. "Hear that, Aph?"
Aphrael shakes her head slightly, trying to wake herself up. She
blinkblinks, yawning slightly. "Benden? Whassat?"
Shaylar giggles, "And you are all welcome to come swiming with us at High
Reaches." Her eyes sparkle mischeviously.
Rowen quickly finishes her toweling off, grinning, "Thank you LAdy! Lord!"
Tiya gives Shaylar a smile, still looking rater surprised at her own good
luck. She gives Br'mar another smile, this one tinged with sympathy, and
murmurs an encouragement to him.
Dyane smiles, "And for the finale of the gather, Sr. Apprentice Norgan and
Master Allory from the SmithCraft will be doing a fireworks show for us all!
Dyane turns to Norgan, "Whenever you are ready :)
Rowen laughs at Shaylar, "When we next want pneumonia we'll be there ma'am!"
Kassima snorts. "Benden's where we *ride*, you wherry," she teases. "Has
sleep addled your wits *that* much?"
Dyane will +mail you all when the eggs are ready to be picked up :)
D'va steps a safe distance back. Like, Igen. 8P
Dyane carefully puts down the farviewer.
Rowen carefully picks up the farviewer.
Selina beams a smile at Norgan
Norgan says "I think everything's ready, Lady Dyane.""
Dyane nods and settles down to watch.
Rowen walks over to receive her farviewer, motioning to Kassi to ready her
dress for her.
Shaylar grins at Rowen, "Oh, its not THAT bad. Makes good ice skating."
Aphrael stands a little shakily, leaning on Prefeth as she shakes sand out
of her hair and dress. Blinking at Kassi, she ohs dumbly, obviously having
no idea what her friend is talking about.
Rowen winks at Shaylar, "Cold enough at Benden thanks.."
Br'mar grins at Tiya. "We didn't do that bad as a weyr, did we? And I
already have Feral, although it would be nice to have a /normal/ gold."
Davidon waves hello to Aphrael, a wriggling kitten in his arms.
D'va shakes his head, chuckling.
Shaylar chuckles at Br'mar, "Well, Brione is okay as far as gold's go. I
think she's sunning about a kilometer out."
Kassima reaches around K'nan to pick up the dress, brushing any clinging
grains of sand from it. "We're invited to hold a party, I think 'tis what
'twas said, due to Rowen's winning the contest and all. Aph, you up to
another trip through the tents after the fireworks? I've an urge to see
about another kilt or two." She winks at her blueriding friend.
Tiya nods cheerfully. "I think we did rather well," she agrees, with a
giggle at the remark about Feral.
Avilo wanders in from the tidal pool.
Rowen gives a spontaneous kiss to the cheek of the presenter, before
hopping away to retrieve her dress.
Aphrael grins over at Davi in greeting, then blinks. "Where'd you get that
kitten?" Behind her Prefeth lifts his head at the word 'kitten', peering
over at the dragonhealer.
Brendan applauds for Rowen, glad that someone from Benden took the prize.
THough she earned it quite nicely, no matter where she's from.
Davidon eyes the dragon, "Don't even think about it..." he murmers and
walks closer to Aph, "In the beast craft tent. Don't tell me 'he' likes
felines too."
Kassima holds out Rowen's dress to her. "Great job," she says with a broad
grin. "Haven't seen a dive that good in ages! Kitten? Where? Don't mention
kitten around Lyss; I think mayhaps she's still wishing to taste one...."
Rowen quickly slips on her dress, catchign herself here and there, and
having to correct, still not quite having the hang of these fancy clothes.
She turns to Kassi for help in tightening her lacings.
Br'mar grins at Tiya. "You are going to share your goodies with the rest of
us, aren't you?"
Aphrael ohs at Kassi, comprehension finally dawning. "Oh! That's good." she
decides, then laughs at Kassi's words. "Sure thing, greenrider." she
replies, her voice still a little sleepily.
Karina glances at C'lus and smirks slightly "You know..I think you would
look great in one of those kilts.."
The Smithcraft apprentice carefully lights the first fuse of the line of
rockets, then quickly backs away as it sputters to life.
Tiya nods to Br'mar, with a soft giggle. "Of course." She towels off, then
goes to settle on Genevith's foreleg to watch the fireworks.
The rocket shoots into the air, then explodes in a bright red fireball
explodes overheard forming many blue, red, green, and purple glowing flames
in a shower of light.
As the balls burn out they turn to silver stars lingering slowly in the air
until gone.
Kassima chuckles at Aph. "Assuming you don't go back t'sleep, a'course,"
she quips as she pushes herself up off the sand to pull the lacings on
Rowen's dress tight. "There y'go; will that serve?"
Davidon chuckles, "This one is for Sayla." he says quietly, "And I don't
want to come back with just a tail." he says this to the blue and green
dragon nearby. "I do, afterall, have to attend you after fall ya know." he
says as an aside, as if they might care.
Prefeth rumbles softly, with hunger or otherwise, its difficult to tell. At
Davidon's admonishment, however, he retreats, if grudgingly, though his
quickly whirling eyes are on the kitten.
Rowen giggles, "Hey.. it's a great payback for that one where I got my foot
caught.. darn vine wrapped around my ankle and I couldn't get loose!"
Avilo pushes the gate to one side and enters the BeastCraft Pens.
Davidon smiles, "HOw about a nice Ovine Prefeth? They're bigger anyway...."
Selina smiles at Norgan, and watches the first flash of stars in the sky
D'va watches the fireworks with amazement, yet a tinge of nervousness.
C'lus watches the fireworks and then realizes what Karina said, looking
over, "What?"
From Davi's arms, the silver kitten mews faintly.
Rowen nods, "Great, thanks!"
Tiya gives Genevith an loving glance as she offers mounts.
Kassima gives Lyss a firm *look*, and the green subsides looking over the
kitten with far too much interest for comfort. "I hope Sayla will like
him... her? Whichever. Which one did you choose? Oh, the silvery one! I
liked that one best, m'self...." She trails off, eyes darting to the skies.
Karina ohhs and ahhs at the fireworks before nodding to C'lus "Oh yes..I am
just sure of it..."
Brendan sits quitly, watching Rowen and Kassima and Aprael, but is too
choked to say anything. He just...looks up at the sky, now being able to
see the fireworks clearly.
Aphrael chuckles softly at Davi. "He has been known to like them, I'm
afriad," she answers. "Varquith taught him the taste, actually." To Kassi,
she grins, gesturing upwards. "Who can sleep with that wonderful.. if
loud.. display?!"
Norgan watches the fireworks far too analytically, worried about
windspeeds, timing and the like.
C'lus doesn't notice the newest fireworks as he sits staring, "Y...You want
me to wear one of those kilts?!" he asks with his voice raising slightly in
amazement and surprise, also a touch of horror.
Kassima laughs, and nods faintly in agreement--still not taking her eyes
from the sky, mind. "Aye, you've certes a point in that...." Near her
rider, Lysseth raises her head to watch the fireworks, eyes whirling as she
rumbles quietly.
Rowen quickly reaches for her hair ribbons, wrapping the many small braids
up in the loop again. However, the curls are lost now for good.
Davidon nods, "hardly seems like a taste for them..." he motions towards
the dragons, petting the feline. "I was looking at the runners m'self.
Might give me something to do when I'm not training."
Teyal ducks under Kharoth's wing as she did before, changing back into her
gown.
The apprentice lights the second fuse, backing away and peering upwards.
The rocket zooms into the air and explodes, sending streaks of blue and
green across the sky.
Prefeth lifts his head, somewhat briefly, to watch the sparkling things
overhead, but finds the prospect of a handy meal much more interesting, and
thus continues to watch the kittens.
Karina rins wryly "All I said was i think you would look great in one of
'emm.." her eyes are focused on the sky.
Teyal steps back out, combing her hair before agily braiding it and curling
it around the back of her head and securing it. She walks around to sit on
Kharoth's foreleg and watch the fireworks.
Kassima murmurs as a comment to Aph and K'nan, "Nice colors, those."
Veyath lifts her muzzle to the sky, swirling, fascinated eyes watching the
glimmering display above.
Rowen brushes the last of the sand from her dress and hair briskly, before
taking a seat.
Aphrael grins impishly at Davidon. "Prefeth stays away from runners now, so
you're safe with them."
C'lus snickers as he returns his attention to the fireworks, "We'll talk
about /this/ in a minute..." he says.
Karina laughs and nods "Alright then..."
Brendan swallows hard and gets up to go over to his best dragon friend,
Veyath. He unhaltingly approaches the dragon to pet her neck and scritch at
her eye ridges.
Rowen grins, "Wonder what they'd look like through my farviewer.." She is
obviously musing about the fireworks...
Veyath glances down for a moment, crooning very softly at the sight of
Brendan. She reaches down and whuffles him fondly before turning her head
back to watch the sparkling display of fireworks.
Aphrael nods over at Kassi, eyes lifting to the sky.
Selina watches the fireworks go up, and smiles
K'nan watches the fireworks as well, nodding quiet agreement to Kassi's
statement.
After lighting the third fuse, the apprentice backs away and plugs his
ears, perhaps giving a hint of what is to come.
With a loud whoosh! a single shell flies aloft. It is followed in rapid
succession with six other shells, the noise of their launching blending
into a single continuous roar. For a brief moment, there is silence, as the
crows holds its breath in anticipation of the display.
Suddenly, the first shell explodes, burning a fiery red arc across the sky.
Soon, an orange arc appears, then a yellow, followed by green, blue, indigo
and violet, all arcs perfectly aligned to create a huge, blazing rainbow in
the sky.
Rowen blinks at the display, her eyes going wide with amazement.
Kharoth roars back at the fireworks.
Karina lets out a long "Ahhhhhh...that was soo beautiful..and loud" she adds
Selina smiles "Was that one yours Norgan? It was great!"
Teyal lifts a hand to stroke Kharoth's chest, asking him to lower his head
as she shh's him quietly.
Selina kisses Norgan lightly on the cheek
D'va takes his hands from over his ears. "Egad, what a dreadful noise."
A low whistle of amazement can be heard coming from Kassi's direction by
those near enough. "Shells!" is her exclamation, barely audible over the
roar of the fireworks. Lysseth rears up to fan her wings at the fireworks
for a moment, unsettled by the sound, before landing back down and leaning
over so that her head is beside her rider as both watch.
K'nan moves over to stand beside his weyrmate, smiling quietly as he looks
away from the fireworks. "Having fun, love?"
C'lus rubs one ear slightly as he tries to hear out of it again and looks
around.
Norgan doesn't hear Selina. Either he's too intent on the fireworks, or
deafend by being so close to them, or both.
Rowen peers through the Farviewer.
Brendan feels the beat of the loud sounds pushing against his ears, and
hopes he isn't tone deaf for tomorrows voice lessons and rehearsals.
The apprentice lights the second fuse, backing away and peering upwards.
Aphrael looks down from the display above, smiling over at K'nan as she
nods. "Definitely."
Brendan says "Veyath? Is this too loud for you, too?"
The rocket zooms into the air and explodes, sending streaks of blue and
green across the sky.
Brendan mutters, "Sure is nice to be able to see it, though."
Rowen leans back against the dragon quietly, her eyes on the sky.
The apprentice lights the fourth fuse and moves away from the rocket.
The rocket shoots into the air, then explodes, sending orange and yellow
sparkles fluttering to the ground.
Veyath rumbles soft agreement with the harper apprentice, but can't seem to
tear her swirling gaze from the display.
K'nan smiles, sliding an arm around his weyrmate in a gentle hug. "Good."
He turns his face upward to watch the fireworks.
Brendan says "Better to watch it than fly in it, eh, Veyath?"
Selina smiles as she watches all the people enjoy the fireworks
Aphrael leans against K'nan as she turns her face upwards to stare at the
display.
Rowen glances over towards K'nan and Aphrael briefly, a small wistful sigh
escaping her lips, before she turns back to the fireworks, her lips just
barely curved in a bittersweet smile.
Davidon looks over at Rowen watching the fireworks, scritching the sleeping
feline. With a shrug he turns back to looking at the sky.
Teyal smiles, "They sparkle and change like dragon's eyes."
Kassima glances at Aph and K'nan and smiles fondly as she watches the pair,
then turns her attention back to the sky above. She absently scritches
Lysseth's chin, perhaps communicating mentally with the green as both have
gone rather silent.
Brendan looks over at K'nan and Aphrael, happy for the two of them. He
leans against Veyath. Very aware that she is not his dragon. Nor never will
be.
The watchful smithcraft apprentice lights the fuse, striking flint and
steel and scooting back to let it do it's damage.
With a loud pop, three small projectiles shoot off, one after another, into
the night sky, leaving behind them a spiral set of white trails.
Silence is suddenly rocked by an emense explosion and the dark sky is lit
up by a barage of colors. First, a circle of emerald green erupts. A small
dot that then expands outward, making a hoop. As the green drifts back to
the ground, a tiny, handsized spec of blue suddenly is seen, followed,
instants later, by a brilliant blue expaning hoop, slightly to the right of
where the green was.The instant before the blue has faded from view, a
brown circle starts its own expansion, the color light enough to be seen
against the midnight blue sky before fading quietly from view.
Rowen's eyes briefly flicker to Davidon and she catches his glance from the
corner of her eye, and her smile turns slightly more to the bitter side,
before her attentio nreturns to the beautiful shimmers in the sky, the
light reflecting in her eyes.
A group of blue firelizards, facinated by the display above, lauch upwards
from their perch on Prefeth's back, twisting and turning in the sky as they
dodge the firewords.
Veyath curls her tail half around Brendan as he leans against her,
glimmering, shifting eyes watching the display.
Rowen shudders at the huge sound, all expression leaving her face as she
jumps, and her chest heaves with a sharp breath.
Selina giggles and claps her hands over her ears
The glimmer of many tiny eyes can be seen around Lysseth as Kassima's
immense fair crane their small heads up to watch the proceedings. Most are,
thankfully, too tired to engage in aerobatics. "Mmm. Look at that green,
K'nan... beautiful. Sort of like a glowing dragon." This latter is said by
Kassima, of course, not the fire-lizards.
C'lus smiles and leans back as he watches the color filled explosions in
the sky, smiling over to Karina for a moment.
Rowen shudders at Kassi's reference to glowing greens, and gives her a
sharp mock-glare, eyes sliding sidewards to meet her.
Asrai wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.
Brendan's hand reaches out to stroke the dragon's tail as he stares at the
sky, his mouth open in a near smile, certainly an expression of awe.
K'nan chuckles very softly at Kassi's comment, "Trust you t'come up with
that one, mentee mine..." He leans down and kisses the top of his
weyrmate's head with a smile, looking back up at the beautiful display of
light and sound.
Asrai bites her lower lip as she sees the croud, hoping vainly to find
someone she knows.
Davidon waves to Asrai.
The apprentice grins in anticipation as he lights the final fuse, then
steps away from the rocket.
Kassima spots Asrai on the edge of the crowd, and waves to her. "Hey,
Asrai! You haven't seen K'nan's kilt yet, have you?"
The rocket soars into the air, then explodes with a bright flash of red,
which slowly fades to black.
Colors stream from the faded black, first green, then blue, brown, bronze,
and finally gold. The colors remain in the sky for a moment, then slowly
fade to nothing.
Rowen catches sight of the lost ASrai, and smiles, perhaps a bit forced,
and motions her over.
Teyal watches with amazement then applauds.
Karina grins as she watches intently not noticing C'lus's look.
Rowen's eyes glimmer between the display, and those around her, attention
torn.
Selina hugs Norgan in delight "good job love! they were great"
Aphrael looks over at Asrai, waving in greeting. "Glad you could make it!"
C'lus grins at the final one and applauds loudly, showing his appreciation
of the display.
Asrai doesn't notice the waving at first, as her eyes takin the specticle
in the sky. Looking around she then sees the Benden group and heads over
towards them, trying not to trip over anything in the dark.
Rowen blinks a little, looking up. She mutters to Davidon, "You..."
Norgan stares up at the sky, a little drained now that the work of so many
weeks is over.
Karina claps enthusiastiaccly, commenting "Excellent show..!" She turns her
head toowards C'lus, eyes twinkling with mishiefness.."So, now how about
thta kilt?"
Selina sighs and smiles, a bit wrung out herself
Kassima grins and claps for a bit, though she seems preoccupied by
something. "Aph, K'nan," she comments, "I do believe I know a person or two
who could use the gift of a kilt. Help me pick one or two out?"
C'lus nods with a smile then turns around to see the expression on her
face, loosing the smile, "Yeah... The kilt.."
Rowen shrugs at the lack of response from DAvidon, and starts to stand,
again brushing herself free of sand.
Selina gets the bucket of sand, and pours it over the missle tubes, making
sure every spark is out.
Asrai finally makes it safely to the group, picking up Kassi's last words,
"Kilts?" She smiles a bright greeting to everyone present, much mor at ease
now that she's among people she knows.
Norgan busies himself with breaking down the firing assembly of the display
and packing it up.
Karina stands up and wipes the sand off her, she offfers C'lus a hand up
and laughs.
Valin wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.
Kassima nods in assent. "Like K'nan's," she quips, gesturing to Veyath's
rider.
Aphrael chuckles softly over at Kassima, then nods. "Be glad to help."
C'lus sighs profoundly and accepts the hand, pulling himself up and shakes
his head, "I can't believe this..." he murmurs.
K'nan rolls his eyes, "Kassi...I'm going to get you for this one." It's
lost some of it's earlier bite, though, and he's smiling.
Brendan drums out a bright rhythm on Veyath's tail with his hands. "Pretty
neat, huh dragon?"
Karina laughs and says gently "Well, you know you don't have to get one..it
was 'just' a thought.."
Rowen stops as she is about to walk over to Teyal, and looks back to Davidon.
Kassima grins impishly and totally unrepetantly at K'nan. "So you've said
before! But that doesn't mean you can't help me deliver the same fate to
someone else who's very deserving of it, does it?"
Rowen whispers softly to him
Selina smiles warmly at Norgan, and helps disemble the display
Veyath cranes her neck around to regard Brendan, eyes glimmering a bright,
swirling sapphire.
Davidon tilts his head to one side, looking concerned as he speaks with Rowen.
Norgan mutters to Selina, "... take... walk... me,... love?... like...
from..."
Asrai grins, "I like it K'nan. Everyone's at Benden will have one by the
time Kassi's through.
Teyal smiles, just glancing up at the sky as she leans against Kharoth's
foreleg.
Rowen shrugs.
K'nan chuckles softly, "Suppose not..who is it this time?" He waves a hand
at Asrai, "Yeah, yeah - I'm wearing a shardin' skirt."
Aphrael chuckles over at K'nan, "Hey, you have to admit you look good in
it. I haven't heard one person say a bad thing yet..."
Selina mutters to Norgan, "... my... and... are... dragonriders... here""
Davidon gathers up the kitten, fixing the little bow around it's neck as he
nods, deciding to keep his nose out of things. he turns to the wine tent
and heads in.
Davidon goes into the Winecraft pavillion.
C'lus catches the stress on the word 'just' and grimaces very slightly,
"Oh.. yeah.. a thought. Might as well get one now instead.." he trails off,
muttering something to himself before looking back with a smile.
Kassima nudges her mentor lightly with an elbow. "See? Asrai likes it." Her
grin then broadens, becoming considerably more wicked. "Who else? I think
M'rgan is *direly* in need of a dose of kilting. And mayhaps one for Meli,
too... her Turnday's in a few days, y'know."
Norgan takes Selina's hand and walks away down the beach.
Rowen Sighs, shaking her head at Davidon's retreating back. She turns again
to join Teyal.
Valin smiles, spotting Aphrael and Kassima. He waves, although it's
doubtfull they can see him.
Karina tries to hide and smirk. "LAright then let's go!" she says excitedly
Asrai covers her mouth to hide her next fit of giggles, having recomposed
herself it lowers, "M'rgan will surely .... appreciate it I'm sure."
Kassima sees a waving motion out of the side of her vision, and, on the
slight chance it's aimed at her--and not really caring if it isn't--she
waves back without turning to see who the waver is. "Oh, I think you're
*so* right. Don't you think he'll just be *thrilled*?"
K'nan chuckles, "'Tran, maybe, even."
C'lus shakes his head once more, though he is smiling as he falls into step
beside Karina, "Alright.. Lead on."
Kassima snaps her fingers and points to K'nan. "Now there's a sterling
notion! 'Twas considering it, but I didn't think I'd dare do it m'self...
if all of us pitched in, though, and made it a sort of co-gift...."
Karina lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
C'lus lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
Asrai blinks, "you think the Weyrleader would wear one?"
K'nan grins lightly, glances to Aphrael. "Whatcha think, a kilt for P'tran?"
Azila lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
Aphrael starts to head in the direction of the weaver tent, spotting Valin
as she heads away from the beach slightly. Waving back, she grins.
"Benden's duties to Ruatha, Valin!"
Scannall lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
K'nan winks over to Asrai, "We can give it to him through 'Rina...maybe
then we'd get to see our esteemed weyrleader in a skirt."
Aphrael laughs at K'nan. "I think its a *wonderful* idea! Wether he'll wear
it or not is another question, but its still a great idea."
Kassima grins at Asrai. "Oh, surely, if'n 'twas a gift and token of...
respect, right... from his riders and Weyrfolk! Wouldn't you think?"
Hearing Aph call a familiar name, she looks over and waves more earnestly.
"Valin, heya! Benden's duties!"
Valin grins. "And Ruatha's duties to Benden," he calls back to Aph, at the
same time finding Ryanne and Azila in the crowd.
Asrai grins, "Yeah, perhaps even once...that would be something to see."
Teyal glances over at Rowen as she approaches.
Aphrael lifts up the flap and enters the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
You enter the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
Aphrael ambles over to the clothing display area.
You move over to the clothing display area.
K'nan moves over to this section of the tent.
Asrai steps over to this section of the tent.
Aphrael edges over to where the kilts are bundled up, peering through the
pile. "Well, we need black and red definitely, right?" she asks the others.
Kassima immediately starts rifling through the stacks of kilts. "The black
and red checks will do for P'tran, wouldn't y'say? But blue, black, and
brown for Mart... green and black with red trim for Meli, mayhaps? I'm sure
there'll be one in 'Reaches colors, and if the belt's brown leather,
that'll solve things."
Asrai looks through all the kilts offered, "But which one?"
Aphrael chuckles at Kassi and steps back slightly. "Sounds good to me. And
if they don't have the right colours, we could always get them commissioned."
Asrai nods in agreement, "That should do just fine." she rifles through the
small bag at her side and pulls out her treasured two mark piece, handing
it over after a momentary pause to Kassi, "Here, take this...it should help
with the price."
K'nan grins, eyes glimmering with mischief. "Maybe black, red, and bronze?"
Kassima shakes her head. "Nay time for that, for Meli's... and I definitely
want to see Mart's expression right away. 'Twould be good, K'nan! D'you see
one like--ah, here!" She tugs a blue and black-checkered kilt out of the
stack. "*Thought* there'd be one in Weyr colors."
Aphrael nods over at Asrai, then pulls out some marks herself. "Let me put
in some, too." she says, offering the marks to Kassi.
Kassima smiles at Asrai and Aph, touched. "You two sure? Y'don't have t'do
this, y'know... I doubt all of us need to chip in *that* much, for a kilt
for the Weyrleader."
Aphrael shrugs slightly. "Its for Mart and Meli to, if you need. They're
both good friends, too."
Asrai smiles, "Its alright, does no good for me to horde it anyway. What
better way to spend it then as a gift to people that have been nice to me?"
K'nan chuckles softly, "Shards, Kassi, got a few marks myself, t'buy gifts
for our friends - and 'Tran. Not like I ever spend them, as my lovely
weyrmate here'll attest to." He winks.
Aphrael grins at K'nan and edges over to tickle him lightly. "No indeed.
Speaking of which, we've yet to get you some proper gather clothes.. other
than the kilt, that is."
Kassima pulls a brown belt and matching pouch set, with a black tunic, and
piles them on top of the tunic. "Well... are you truly certain of this?
Meli might be pleased with hers, but I'm sure you can imagine Mart's
reaction; you all want the blame, too?" She turns to her friends and grins.
"I'm already doomed, with K'nan wanting to kill me and all. Won't hurt
aught to get in hotter water. But if you're truly wanting to, then believe
you me, I'm nay going to object. 'Tis your choice, your marks."
K'nan chuckles, grinning down at Aphrael. "Darn. Was hoping you'd forget
'bout that."
Aphrael snickers lightly at Kassi. "You forget that I was Mart's foster
mother.. its my duty to try and embarrse him, after all!"
Asrai grins, "Perhaps if its from a group of people...no one could really
get that angry. Better then you taking all of it on yourself." She giggles,
her violet eyes sparkling with mischief in the light of the glows.
Aphrael shakes her head emphatically. "No way!"
Kassima awws, "But Aph! I think what Kiat said was right--manly men just
wear their kilts, and that'd be finery, wouldn't it?" She winks as she
turns back to the stacks, looking for something for Meli. "I don't see any
in red, black, and bronze... help me look, would someone? And Aph, of
course 'tis! I should've remembered." She laughs, and makes no more
protests against the sharing of the cost. "We'll just see what the final
price is, and chip in a reasonable amount."
K'nan smiles, "Was worth th'try." He nods to Kassi, moving over to look for
one.
Aphrael giggles at Kassi. "Finery or not, Mart's going to get cold up in
the 'Reaches in a kilt.. especially in winter.."
Kassima flashes a grin over her shoulder at Aph. "What makes you think 'tis
nay the idea, hmm?"
Asrai does her fair share of looking, trying to keep the piles neet. Of
course it'd be the last one she looks at, at the very bottem of the pile.
she gives a triumphat call as she pulls it out, "Here Kassi...is this kinda
what you were looking for?" She holds out a bronze and black checkerd kilt,
the outlining done in a rich red piping.
Aphrael chuckles lightly. "Still, he'll be sure to use that as an excuse to
get out of wearing one, I'm sure."
Kassima hmmms thoughtfully. "That might do. What say you all? 'Twill be
your marks, too."
Aphrael looks over at the kilt Asrai's holding up, then nods. "Looks
perfect to me."
Asrai holds the kilt in question up so everyone can see.
K'nan nods agreement with Aphrael's estimation, "Perfect, aye...bet he'll
be surprised." He chuckles.
Asrai folds the kilt up and hands it to Kassi with a smile, "That's one
more down."
Kassima nods agreement. "How should we do this, d'you think? Have the first
one who sees him give it to him, or wait until all of us are around? Might
be more amusing the latter way, but harder to arrange."
K'nan grins lightly, "I still think we should have Jehrina give it to him."
K'nan adds, "Or at least while she's around.."
Asrai grins and nods, "Yeah, he can't kill us with the WeyrWoman around.
Kassima wrinkles her nose. "'Tis a thought, but if she weren't pleased by
the notion, then I for one wouldn't want to be around."
Asrai frowns now, a bit confused, "why wouldn't she like it? I think it
looks great."
Kassima shrugs, and grins. "Aye, I suppose. Y'never know, though. In any
case, 'twill be highly amusing to see the Weyrleader's expression, I
think.... 'Tis just that, with them being so busy, they're nay both 'round
all that often." She shrugs, and accepts the kilt, piling it on top of the
other once she's found a belt, tunic, etc. "That leaves Meli. Green, black,
red. Mayhaps just black and red would do; isn't red one of her favored
colors anyway?"
Aphrael hrms slightly as she peers over at the pile. "I haven't seen a
green, red and black one yet.. it looks like the red and the black might
have to do."
Kassima nods agreement. "Aye, aye. Any green tunics, mayhaps?"
Asrai searches through the piles picking two of different shades, one dark,
one lighter.."Which do you think?"
Aphrael hrms. "Green's not a very popular colour, though.."
Asrai holds up the two tunics for people to chose from.
Kassima considers. "Well, Juliath's a more bright blue-green... what would
you say, Aph, K'nan?" She glances down at her own green dress, and waves
her hand dismissively. "Wherry's teeth. I've been wearing green for two
days now, and naught's occured. Besides, Lysseth's green, so it must be a
good color."
Kassima picks up the black and red-checked kilt and places it atop her
stack, still peering at Asrai's tunics. "I just don't know. Juliath's nay
precisely a light green, but I wouldn't call her dark either...."
Asrai hmmms and searches some more, "Well, what do you think of this
one...its not really green, but then again i wouldn't call it blue either."
She holds up the Tunic.
K'nan shakes his head, grinning softly. "Wish I could help y'all, but I'm
not exactly a clothes expert.."
Kassima nods decisively. "I think 'twill do, aye, in very deed. Looks like
we've got what we came for. Shall we go pay for it, then make a round of
any other tents you lot'd like t'be seeing? Bakercraft, for dinner?
Starsmith? Haven't been to that one, yet."
Asrai grins and nods, "That sounds good to me." she looks to the others for
confirmation before handing the blue-green tunic to Kassi and refolding the
other two to replace on the pile.
Kassima carefully balances the three kilts, and grins. "We're truly going
to be setting a fashion trend at Benden! And mayhaps at the 'Reaches, as
well... K'nan? Could y'find a Weaver for me? I don't want to move and drop
something...."
K'nan chuckles, "Sure, Weaver..um.." Spotting one of that breed, he manages
to drag the poor apprentice over to where Kassi's standing.
Kassima starts bargaining prices with the hapless apprentice, eventually
reaching a fairly reasonable sum. "All right, everyone, if you'll chip in
your marks whilst I try to acquire a third hand to get mine out of m'pouch
here...."
Asrai takes Kassi's load carefully, having already given over her marks.
K'nan hands over his portion of the price, chuckling softly. "If /I/ have
to suffer like this, so do they.."
Aphrael passes over her marks, grinning. "I should get your to haggle for
me for anything else I want."
Asrai grins over at K'nan, making sure to hold real still, so gravity
doesn't turn against her once more, "Just think of all the attention you
got today that you might have not gotten otherwise...."
Kassima fishes into her pocket to produce an appropriate amount, adding
hers to Asrai's with the clink of mark pieces colliding; the sound is heard
again when K'nan's and Aph's marks are added, and Meli's as well. Kassi
hands over the grand total, and whews as the apprentice bustles off to wrap
up each kilt-tunic-belt-pouch combination into a bundle. "I'm nay that good
at it, Aph, i'truth. Usually, I just take whatever they offer, but this lad
was trying to milk a bit more out of us than was right... can't you imagine
Mart in a kilt, K'nan? I for one would pay money to see it... in fact, I
suppose I have. And Meli, and P'tran...."
K'nan rolls his eyes, grinning over to Asrai, "I'd rather have been at
least a bit inconspicous, Asrai.."
Asrai smiles her appreciation as the precious bundle is taken from her
arms, "Oh well, too late now, better just make the best of it..."
Kassima grins. "Rather than as you were when Lysseth whuffed, eh?"
K'nan looks unamused by that, "I'm still going to do something dreadful
t'you for that."
Asrai looks at Kassi, her features confused, "Lysseth does that all the
time, why would today make a difference?"
Kassima spreads her hands, looking innocent. "As I said! 'Twas all her
notion... how was I to know?"
Asrai asked that with a completely innocent face, yes she did...
Kassima gestures towards K'nan in response to Asrai's question. "Ask him."
Asrai looks to K'nan when Kassi doesn't answer her question.
K'nan snorts, "Shardin' green whuffled m'kilt up on purpose, she did."
Asrai blinks, then the light dawns, "Oh my." she turns rather red...most
likely as red as K'nan turned earlier when it occured.
Kassima hmmms thoughtfully, still waiting for the return of the bundles.
"Y'know, maybe we should get F'hlan a kilt. Bet he'd turn even redder than
you did, K'nan."
Asrai adds helpfully, "Perhaps she was just ...clearing her throat?"
K'nan coughs, "Sounds like an idea, Kassi...and no, Asrai, she clearly did
that on purpose. No other reason t'lower her muzzle that far t'the ground
before 'clearing her throat'.
Kassima shrugs. "Can I help it if she was curious?"
Kassima adds, with an impish grin, "She says Veyath seemed amused enough by
it."
Asrai blushes once more, refraining from comment.
K'nan snorts again, "Bah, she would be...that sense of humor was Tidranth's
fault, I tell ye."
Asrai coughs, trying to regain her composure as her mind's eye gives her a
picture of what must have occured.
Kassima chuckles as the apprentice returns, handing Kassi three carefully
wrapped packages. "'Tany rate, I suppose we've spent enough marks on kilts
t'night. We can always get F'hlan one next Gather. Where to?"
K'nan glances over to Aphrael and smirks, "'Course, that was after this one
here decided t'tear down th'curtain while I was dressing..."
Aphrael blinks innocently. "What? Who me? It was a mistake, really. Honestly!"
Asrai's eyes widen, her cheeks turning red again. to hopefully change the
subject, Asrai clears her throat, "Umm someone mentioned the Starsmith's
tent?"
Kassima starts giggling all over again as K'nan brings up that incident,
though she's careful not to drop her bundled burden.
K'nan smirks, "Suuuuure it was, love."
Aphrael chuckles lightly, blushing a bit herself. "I thought you'd be
changed by then.."
Asrai looks too embaressed to giggle, humming to herself instead.
K'nan grins, already flushed a bit red from remembering. "Okay, hon. I
believe you."
Kassima chuckles. "Aye, I had. We could go there... or anywhere's fine by
me; I've been everywhere but Starcraft, but I don't mind tagging along
after all of you to wherever y'may choose t'go."
Asrai looks to the others, "Well, how bout i meet up with you all
later...want to go see if I can't find some citron first."
Kassima nods in agreement. "Sounds fine t'me. Hope you find some."
Aphrael grins and turns back to Kassi, laughing slightly.
Asrai steps into the main area of the tent.
Kassima glances between Aph and K'nan, with an upraised eyebrow. "If we're
going to be standing here all night," she remarks, her tone amused, "then
would you kindly each take a package? They're nay so very heavy to carry,
but just standing here...."
K'nan chuckles, and reaches over to take one. "Got it...we going t'head
home, or check out th'other tents?"
Aphrael reaches out and takes one of the pacages from Kassi, grinning. "I
thought we were headed somewhere? I'll follow whereever."
Kassima chuckles and repeats, "As 'twas saying, I've nay objections to
whatever; only tent I've nay seen is Starcraft, but that's irrelevant.
Baker might be good if we're hungry. Are we hungry? Or Winecraft, if we're
thirsty; I for one am nay getting tipsy t'night, but a sip or two wouldn't
hurt. Wherever's fine."
Benden Weyr> K'nan returns, and pounces on R'val.
Aphrael looks down and pokes her stomach experimentally, then shrugs. "Not
really hungry, though it crosses my mind that Prefeth wouldn't mind one of
those kittens.." she says the last absently, more speaking to herself.
Benden Weyr> Kassima watches K'nan pounce, and says, in her best Nature
Documentary voice, "After the greenrider spots likely prey, they will
promptly pounce from ambush, moving in immediately for the kill... those of
you who are squeamish may want to turn away from this grisly scene...."
Benden Weyr> R'val snugga Aph, kassi and a K'nan, and joins 'em at the Gather.
Benden Weyr> M'kla cackles at Kassi.
Benden Weyr> K'nan hee hees.
R'val walks over to this section of the tent.
R'val wanders into the area and grins, "Oh, here you all are! Shard my
sweeps, what'd I miss all those hours, folks?"
K'nan chuckles softly, nodding his chin towards the exit as he holds the
package, "Well, let's get - R'val, heya!"
Kassima grins and points to K'nan with a free hand. "You missed K'nan
getting a kilt," she's prompt to say.
K'nan swats at Kassi with a semi-free hand, missing.
R'val blinks at K'nan, and wrinkles his nose at him as he steps closer, "A
/what/?"
Aphrael starts slightly, and looks back up, grinning at R'val. "Oh, R'val!
Black, red and blue kilt for you?" she grins.
R'val blinks, "Kilts. Aren't those male dresses? Ick. No thank you!"
K'nan mumbles something, ending in, "But these two /made/ me do it."
Aphrael snorts at R'val. "Well, everyone else but you seemed to like it!"
R'val looks K'nan over...and bursts out laughing.
Kassima grins at R'val. "Kilts. And now that you're here, you're *just* in
time to buy one! K'nan, tell him all about the stylishness and
fashionability of the kilt!"
R'val grimaces," I prefer pants, kassi. I'm not a woman, skirts /just/
aren't my thing."
K'nan eyes R'val dangerously, "Y'know, Uri, I still carry several really
sharp knives, and I /know/ where your weyr is."
R'val bats his eyelashes at K'nan, "WHy K'nan, I didna know you cared."
Kassima snorts. "It takes a man who's sure of his masculinity to wear a
ski--err, kilt! Are you saying you're *nay*?"
R'val grins at Kassima, "I'm sure I have knobby knees, and I don't wanna
show 'em off.'
K'nan nods slowly, "Uh-huh. I'll remember this, bluerider..."
R'val blinks atK'nan in confusion, "remember what? That I saw you in a
dress..errr..kilt?" he tries /real/ hard not to laugh.
Kassima looks rather happy to see K'nan's animosity turned to someone else.
"But come, R'val. How d'you know whether or nay you want to wear a kilt if
you don't even try?" Well, this tactic *did* work before. Sort of. "The
women all *loved* K'nan's kilt, I might add."
R'val sighs, "But...but.." He waver.
Aphrael leans over to poke at Uri. "Come on, there's a perfect kilt right
over there for you. And I promise not to pull down the curtain when you're
changing either." she manages to keep a straight face as she speaks, her
tone sounding like she's sure R'val *can't* refuse.
R'val eyes Aph, "I heard somethin' from a dragon here. That a certain green
whuffled at the wrong moment, and a certain kilt went flying?"
Kassima cajoles, "You should have *seen* them, R'val! Full of words of
praise and admiration for K'nan's kilt." Kassi is really *quite* good at
this exaggeration business.
Kassima adds, "Why, they couldn't take their eyes off of him! Just think of
all the admiring stares you'd receive in your very own kilt."
R'val wavers, "But..I'll look /silly/!" he protests.
Aphrael shrugs absently, waving it off. "Oh, that was Lysseth. Nevermind
that." she edges around, blocking Uri's escape route. "This way..." she
points to the kilts.
K'nan nods agreement, grinning in a deceptively friendly manner. "I agree!
You should try one on..won't look silly at all, I promise..."
R'val tries to turn for the door, but Aph's standing there. He fidgets,
"But..I'....can't afford it?" He whimpers.
Aphrael says "Our treat, R'val!"
Benden Weyr> R'val acks. I'm trapped. Someone help me, they're gonna make
me wear a KILT!!!!
Benden Weyr> M'kla cackles. They've already got me, R'val.
Benden Weyr> M'kla says, "K'nan. Davidon."
Benden Weyr> R'val says, "They bought /you/ a kilt? :)"
Benden Weyr> N'ren thinks he's glad he didn't go.
Benden Weyr> M'kla laughs. No. They talked me into buying my own ;)
Kassima nods vigorously in agreement. "P'tran himself was craning his head
to get a better look at K'nan and Davi in their kilts," she persuades. "If
the *Weyrleader* admires the kilt look...." There's that exaggeration thing
again. "Are you saying what's good enough for him isn't good enough for you?"
Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Why would you want one? :)"
Benden Weyr> M'kla says, "But you have CUTE knees, N'ren!"
Benden Weyr> M'kla can vouch for this, having seen them a few times.
R'val eyes Kassima and gives in, though he looks more fiercely stubborn
than ever before, "Oh, /fine/. But..if I look silly, I'll not have it."
Benden Weyr> N'ren grins. "I let my fashion decisions be made by the Weaver
CraftMaster. Just ask the other Masters."
Aphrael gives the thumbs up sign to K'nan and Kassi from behind R'val's
back, grinning impishly as she points out one of the kilts. "We'll pay for
it while you get changed.."
Kassima shakes her head. "Oh, of *course* nay," she assures him. "You won't
*have* to buy the kilt. I promise." She winks at Aph, then stifles a
snicker as the bluerider says her thought out loud.
Benden Weyr> K'nan thinks that's a good idea. I should send a letter to Opa
and ask about this kilt nonsense, she's a friend of mine from back when she
was here at Benden... ;)
R'val regards the several hideous garish garments and stalls, "But I don't
know which one to wear, and none of them look...lik eme, really."
Benden Weyr> M'kla grins.
Aphrael snorts lightly at R'val. "Pick one with Benden's colours, Uri.. and
maybe blue for Vidarth? It's perfect."
R'val takes out just such a kilt, with a hint of blue under Benden Weyr's
main colours. He makes a face, "Is this..erm..the right sort of thing?" he
glances at Aph uncomfortably, clearly not having fun.
Kassima beams at R'val, trying to be reassuring. "Of course! Now go, try it
on!"
Aphrael grins and nodnods encourgingly. "It's great. You can change back
there." she points to the dressing area, hastily putting the curtain back
up first.
R'val sighs,d efeated, he is herded behind the curtain to try on his new
outfit, and can be heard cursing all evil greenriders as he dresses.
Kassima returns Aph's thumb's-up signal with a discreet wink, and a not at
all discreet impish grin.
R'val steps out of the curtain to reveal his usual self in his weyr outfit,
except that his pants are gone, and in their place is a knee-length kilt
laced with blue, and the colors of Benden. R'val himself is blushing,
"Here. Happy now?" He says, grumblingly.
K'nan grins. "Nope. Not yet."
Aphrael grins appreciatively and nods. "You look great!" she affirms.
Kassima grins at R'val, and applauds. "Nice look on you, R'val! The
sk--kilt, sharditall, I mean kilt, rather suits you for some reason."
R'val regards Aph with the surprise he'd display if her nose fell off, "it
looks good? You're /joking/" He glares at Kassima as she uses the sk-word,
"Suits me? Hmph." He looks unconvinced, but wavering.
K'nan grins, "Doesna Lysseth and Pref and them need t'see it, now? Need
more opinions.."
Aphrael completes the payment of one of the weavers, grinning at R'val. "Of
course it does! I'm not joking!"
R'val smiles tentatively at Aphrael, "Well...erm...if you /say/ so.' he
says, uncertainly, glancing down. "It just does not feel right, somehow.
And what on earth will Tinya say?"
Aphrael snickers at K'nan. "True enough.." she pauses, "Prefeth wants to
see with his own eyes.."
Kassima bobs her head in affirmation. "Dead in the black, K'nan! And
Veyath, too. Her opinion'd be welcomed."
Aphrael grins. "You'll get used to it, R'val. And I'm sure Tinya would
*love* it."
K'nan chuckles softly, "I'm sure Tinya'll love it - it's a beautiful
skirt..um..kilt. C'mon, time to show off to th'dragons."
R'val pokes K'nan and scowls, "Don't you call it a skirt, for if that's
what it is, then you look as silly as i do.' He glances outside, "The
dragons? Why? Vidarth won't even care!"
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth rumbles. << My rider says
we're going to be shown another one of those *kilt* things. Do you think
*image of R'val* would change colors if we all snorted at it at once? >>
Kassima chuckles. "Ah, but Prefeth rather likes to see kilts! He wanted one
of his own, y'know."
Dragon> Veyath and Lysseth sense that Prefeth considers for a moment, then
mentalnods. << My rider thinks it is *very* likely.. >>
R'val bursts out laughing, "A dragon in a kilt?"
Lysseth> Veyath and Prefeth sense that Lysseth warbles and ohgoods! << I
think we should do it, then! >>
Dragon> Prefeth and Lysseth sense that Veyath rumbles soft agreement, << My
rider thinks he would... >>
Aphrael laughs at R'val. "Oh, Vidarth would love it I'm sure. You *are*
wearing his colour, after all.."
R'val grins at Aph, "Well...I suppose."
Kassima nods enthusiastically. "Quite! And y'know, dragonriders represent
their dragons wherever they go as well as their Weyrs and themselves;
Vidarth might like being able to approve your outfit."
R'val pokes Kassima gently and grins, "Allright, allright. I won't argue
anymore."
Kassima grins and pokes R'val. "Then if you're nay arguing, why aren't we
going out there?"
R'val sighs, and goes.
R'val moves into the main area of the tent.
K'nan strolls into the main area of the tent.
You head into the main area of the tent.
You leave the main area of the Weavercraft tent.
R'val rests his hands on his knees, pressing the kilt downward onto
himself. He's not flashing anybody, nope.
Aphrael steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Lysseth cranes her head around with interest, peering at R'val and his kilt.
Lysseth> I bespoke Veyath and Prefeth with << He is holding it down in the
front, but maybe if we snorted at the *back*? >>
R'val grins up at Lysseth, "I know what you did earlier. Don't even /think/
of it." He says, glaring sternly at the drago.
Vidarth peers curiously at his rider, and ambles closer, whuffling him softly.
Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Benden dragons with << What is this /thing/ on my
rider? >>
Prefeth swings his head around, crooning as he catches sight of R'val. He
edges closer, curiousity in his eyes.
Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Benden dragons with << Kassima calls it a kilt. I
think these *kilt* things are amusing. Riders turn fun colors in them. >>
Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Benden dragons with << My rider says that if he
knows your rider, it's called a 'woman'. He doesn't tell me why he thinks
that's funny. >>
Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Torinth snorts at Kheveth.
Benden Weyr> R'val just /has/ to bap N'ren for tha one ;)
Benden Weyr> Rowen says, "What what?"
Benden Weyr> Kassima hopes it's true that laughter's the best medicine,
'cause if it is, I'm going to be nice and healthy for a loooooong time
after today. ;)
Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Benden dragons with << My rider feels very silly
for some reason. I wonder why he wears that silly thing? >>
Lysseth pokes her tail lightly at the hem of R'val's kilt, rumbling curiously.
Benden Weyr> N'ren says, "Dragon conversation, Rowen."
Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Vnareth bogs at why they even wear
clothes at all.
Dragon> Torinth bespoke Benden dragons with << My riders says, that if she
knows your rider, that reason is also a 'woman'. >>
Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Benden dragons with << It is not a woman. It is a
silly thing he is wearing. >>
Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Benden dragons with << That is simple, Vnareth. It
is because they are Strange. If humans ever cease being Strange, then life
as we know it will cease to exist. Or so my rider tells me. >>
Prefeth lowers his head, whuffling right around kilt level.
R'val acks, and claps his hands around the kilt edge, "Away, you silly
beasts!"
Vidarth noses the kilt, whuff-whuffling.
Lysseth joins in the whuffling, rather exuberantly, on the back half of the
kilt where R'val is *not* holding it.
Dragon> Spineth bespoke Benden dragons with << My rider says it's more
important to know what your rider is wearing under it. >>
Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Benden dragons with << Oh! Maybe I should check. >>
Prefeth snorts ever harder, curious.
K'nan leans back against Veyath, trying not to laugh.
Aphrael giggles as she watches the dragons, eyes shining slightly.
Jaria wanders in from the tidal pool.
Lysseth tilts her head and suddenly *bugles* right near R'val's ears.
Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Kheveth offers a helpful suggestion. <<
Go to him, put your nose down, and blow it upwards? >>
Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Vidarth croons thoughtfully. << Will my
rider like that? >>
Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Benden dragons with << That is what we are trying
to do, Kheveth. It worked with Veyath's rider. That is what makes them turn
so many interesting colors. >>
Vidarth SNORTS!!!!!
R'val YELPS! as his kilt flies out of his grip and flaps over his face,
"Vidarth!" He cries out through the muffling kilt around his head.
Aphrael giggles and looks over. "Jari!" She calls over happily, still
giggling as she watches the dragons near R'val.
Jaria makes her way down the stairs and onto the beach, taken aback at the
bugling and snorting dragons. Her gaze swivels to the two and giggles,
"Ahh..the Benden contingent." she grins and makes her way over to Aphrael.
Aphrael doubles over with laughter at R'val and Vidarth.
R'val hurriedly rights the kilt, his face scarlet, as he glares up at
Vidarth, "You nitwit of a blue! Why'd you do that?!"
Vidarth 's eyes widen and whirl slowly. Who me?
Kassima turns to greet Jaria, then is distracted as R'val's kilt goes
flying considerably above the level of decorum. She abruptly falls on her
knees in the sand, laughing hysterically.
Prefeth croons approvingly at Vidarth's method.
Lysseth> I bespoke Vidarth, Veyath, and Prefeth with << That was very good,
Vidarth! See, just look at all the colors. >>
Jaria arches a brow at the 'R'val spectacle' and hides a smirk.
Kassima shakes her head, still chortling as she leans against Lysseth and
gets to her feet. "Promise me," she wheezes to the green, "that you won't
ever help whuffle any more kilts? Laughing's a fine way to die, but I'm nay
quite ready to die yet...."
Aphrael giggles and shakes her head. "Awww, but it was so much *fun* Kassi!
R'val turned bright red just like the dragons thought he would."
R'val eyes Kassima and Aphrael, "You..you..you put Vidarth up to that!!!!"
R'val pounces Aphrael, tickling.
Kassima ducks under and behind one of Lysseth's wings. "Did nay!" she
manages to gasp through another paroxysm of laughter. "'Twas Lysseth who
said you'd turn colors, nay me!"
Aphrael eeps and jumps back, trying to fend R'val off as she giggles. "I
didn't do it!!" she protests.
Jaria blinks, "What in Faranth's name did I walk on?" she eyes the unkilted
R'val, and the dying-laughing Aph and Kassi.
R'val growls, and tickles savagely, "But you were tempted!"
R'val is quite kilted now, thank you, he righted it!
Kassima queries, giggling, "Jari... d'you really want to know?"
Aphrael stumbles backwards trying to escape R'val, and manages to trip on
the end of her hem, toppling over onto the sand.
"O' course!" Jaria replies impishly, "I wanna know what made Vidarth go and
whuffle R'val's..kilt up." she blinks and suddenly notices, "KILT?"
Kassima flashes a grin at Jari. "Isn't it... um... stylish? K'nan was
wearing one, too."
Aphrael chuckles. "It's all the rage at Benden, now!"
R'val rolls his eyes and subsides tickling Aphrael, and pokes Kassima
again, "This was /your/ evil idea.'
Jaria umms, turning an unusual shade of pink, and then bursts out in laughter.
Kassima grins at R'val. "Who, *me*?"
R'val eyes Kassima, "Don't you who me, you EVIL woman."
Kassima curtseys as best she can. "Thankee, thankee, I do my best--err,
worst...."
R'val cuffs kassima teasingly.
Kassima socks R'val lightly in one shoulder, and leans back against
Lysseth. "I think," she notes, "that nay anyone can deny 'twas an
interesting Gather."
Aphrael grins and manages to catch her breah, pushing herself to her feet
and belatedly brushing off patches of sand from her dress.
R'val straightens out his kilt as his flush /finally/ dies.
R'val grins at Kassi and Aph, "So where to now, you two?"
Aphrael nudges Jari lightly. "You missed seeing your foster father turn the
exact same shade as R'val, earlier."
Jaria blinks out of a reverie and nods tiredly, "K'nan did wha..?"
Aphrael giggles and points to Lysseth. "It was all her fault, of course..
she she happen to whuffled when K'nan wasn't holding down his kilt..."
Jaria chuckles, "I wish I coulda been there."
Aphrael snickers lightly. "I'm sure K'nan would be just *delighted* to tell
you all about it."
Kassima grins and nods. "Happened to... of course." She reaches up and
impulsively hugs Lysseth--or tries to; rather hard to get one's arms around
something as big as a dragon, even the neck of one. "Thankee, Lysseth.
Y'may have made folk want to kill me t'night, but 'twas worth all the
hilarity."
Lysseth snorts and nudges her rider, then settles down on the sand with a
sigh. Rumbling, she shoos a fire-lizard or two away from her and closes her
eyes for a nap.
R'val chuckles, "Or you could tell him and embarass your poor weyrmate,
Aph." he winks.
Aphrael blinks. "Tell him? Who?"
Makaiya wanders in from the tidal pool.
R'val grins at Aph, "Tell everyone about your poor weyrmate's embarassment
silly.'
Aphrael giggles. "Oh! I'm sure Kassi could tell it better than I.. I heard
her mumbling the words to a new song earlier.."
Kassima chuckles. "Would *I* tell the tale of the kilting of K'nan, Aph?"
R'val laughs at that, "Kassi would do anything to embarass someone, evil
creature that she is."
Makaiya walks along the sands, approaching the grouping of Gatherees. A
bright, impish grin plays on her lips, and with a mocking salute to a
rider, she heads towards the Pavilion of drinks.
R'val smiles towards the new arrival in greeting.
Aphrael rolls her eyes at Kassi. "Of course you would."
Kassima watches Makaiya pass through with a raised eyebrow, then shakes her
head. "Ach, nay, nay. I think I've told the tale enough today. Suffice to
say, we convinced K'nan to put on a ski--kilt. Kilt. 'Tis a *kilt*."
R'val growls, "And then did the same to me."
Aphrael giggles. "Aww.. but you have to tell it fully, Kassi.. its much
better that way."
Jaria sighs faintly, "I..I'm exhausted just getting here." she manages a
smile, if tired to Kassi, Aph, and R'val, "Anyone have some Benden White
spare on them?"
R'val grins towards Jaria, "I don't, but I'm sure there's lots in the
winecraft tent."
Makaiya laughs softly, "A glass of Benden red in my hands to spare, iffin
you'll be wanting a drink, stranger," she addresses Jaria.
Aphrael chuckles at Jari. "Need you ask. I have some on Prefeth if you want?"
Makaiya rolls her eyes, muttering something beneath her breath, before she
glances about with acute interest once more.
Kassima grins at Aph. "What's to say? We convinced K'nan to wear a kilt,
you tore down the dressing curtain, Lyss whuffled it up into the air, and
K'nan's probably going to kill me." She shakes her head to Jaria. "Ach,
nay; white's nay m'favored drink, and in any case, I brought none."
Jaria smiles to the woman with Benden Red, and snickers, "I can't drink
red..get into my cups after two glasses..white..I have a bit more tolerance
to."
Makaiya's interest is piqued as Jaria imparts with that information, "Ahh,
but being in your cups has nary a thing wrong with it, as long as there's a
man, or aye woman if be your prefence, to care for you properly." She
smiles at her own suggestion, and without further notice, plops down into
the sand, content wit her drink.
Aphrael moves over to Prefeth, digging around in his saddlebags. Sloshing
the wineskin experimentally, she climbs back down and offers the skin.
"There's not too much left," she says apologetically.
R'val glances curiously at Makaiya and smiles to himself, as he adjusts his
kilt quietly.
Jaria blushes at Makaiya's statement and struggles to hide it by accepting
the skin from Aph and taking a long sip.
Makaiya glances at R'val, and snickers, "Dinna tell me your women here got
you into that thing as well as the other one they've mentioned?" she
decides a moment..
R'val sighs gustily, 'They did indeed."
Makaiya says "Nay, tell it is so, for if a man chose to willingly wear
that, then I'd be most facinated with the workings.." she nods, satified.
"Were you meek about it?"
Kassima arches an eyebrow and smiles faintly. "Aphrael and I did, most
assuredly," she says, nodding towards the female bluerider. "We're nay his
women, though." Having said that, she settles back to simply sitting on
Lysseth's foreleg and scritching the sleeping green's neckridge.
Makaiya smirks at Kassima, "Ne'er have been?" She looks at R'val, brow
raised. "I misjudged his prowress, then, and underjudged your own will,
Rider. My apologies." She looks vastly more amused than apologetic.
R'val snorts at Makaiya, "Meek? Nah. I just can't say no to Kassi or Aph.'
he grins sheepishly.
Kassima chuckles in response, looking rather amused herself. "Never have
been, nay. I'm normally nay anyone's, save Lysseth's and m'own."
Aphrael chuckles at R'val's answer. "I'll hold you to that, Uri!"
R'val pokes Aphrael and grins, "Now now! Don't you try it."
Makaiya grins broadly, enjoying the banter. Raising her glass to all three
of you, she greets properly, "Ruathan's duty, however distant I am from it
presently, to all of your weyrs."
R'val grins towards Makaiya, "And Benden's to Ruatha, miss."
Makaiya gulps down the remaning liquid, and sets it aside. "Makaiya, iffin
yer of a mind, Benden Rider."
Aphrael grins impishly. "Awww.. why not?"
Kassima snorts at R'val. "Ah, so does this mean we'll be able to talk you
into parading around the next Gather in a full gown rather than just the
skirt?" She laughs, shaking her head, then looks up to nod to Makaiya.
"We're all of Benden; thus, Benden's duties to Ruatha. Well met, and all
that usual greeting rigamarole. I'm Kassima. This green lump that has been
known to occasionally make herself useful," she taps lightly on her
lifemate's neck, "tends to go by the name of Lysseth."
Aphrael lifts her eyebrow at Makaiya. "Ruathan, are you? I'm Ruathan bred
myself.."
R'val eyes Kassima, "Within limits, you evil beast."
R'val smiles to Makaiya, "I'm R'val. A pleasure to meet you."
Makaiya laughs at Kassima's words, and nods to Aphrael. "Not bred there,
actually. Born in Benden, if you'll believe -that-." She winks at R'val,
"Handsome, teh pleasure is definaely all mine."
R'val chuckles softly and returns the wink at Makaiya, smiling.
Makaiya yawns, "Vacation is utterly exhausting me. Perhaps because I'm
beginning to recall what sleep is." she rises from the sand. "I'm sorry to
cut this eve short with newly found riders, but I must to bed if I'm to be
coherant tomarrow."
Aphrael chuckles lightly at Makaiya. "Really? Hold or Weyr?" Her tone
suggests she suspects its the latter.
R'val smiles, "Good night to you then, Makaiya. I hope to see you around."
He winks at her.
Kassima chuckles. "Seems people come to Ruatha from all corners of the
continent; I'm Greystones bred m'self, but spent a third of a Turn with
Ruathan cousins once. Met a lot of... interesting people, there; Aph'd be
one of 'em." She quirks a grin, then nods. "Ach, a'course. Sleep's a sad
necessity sometimes--or so I hear; don't tend to get much of the stuff,
m'self. G'deve t'you, then."
Makaiya's brow raises at Aphrael, "I suspect you know well enough weyr. And
later at Fort, and thankfully away from -that- mess." she cannot suppress a
shudder. "Ah well, all's past and done." Her mood seems to have darkneend
somewhat though.
Makaiya grins and nods to Kassima, and quirks a smirk at R'val, "Mayhap my
friend," and finally waves to Aphrael, before she heads off.
Makaiya walks further along the hot sands towards the tidal pool.
Jaria watches the speaking quietly and slips onto the ground, nursing the
skin to her.
Aphrael peers after Makaiya, curiously. "Strange. I've never seen her
around the weyr before.."
R'val shakes his head, "Nor me."
Kassima shrugs. "Can't keep track of everyone," she philophisizes. "Even
all the riders aren't known by sight t'me, t'say naught of most of the
residents! Seems new ones come and go every day."
R'val nods, "I suppose not. They crawl out of the woodwork, I swear. So
where to now? Anyone for a trip to the wine tent and a refreshing drink?"
He grins.
Kassima grins. "Either that, or the Starsmith tent; don't think I've aught
to look for elsewhere. Save mayhaps the Bakers, if I get hungry after a
time. Which seems likely. Haven't had any food for... shells, hours now."
R'val blinks at Kassi, "Perhaps you should have a roll or some such."
R'val pokes Aph and Kassi, "Wine, or baker? HMM?"
Kassima shrugs. "I'm nay particularly thirsty... and this is Boll. We could
always eat right here, or grab something and eat while we wander the tents."
Jaria finally wakes up, "What'd I miss?" she stretches and yawns at the
same time, not an easy task.
R'val nods his head with a smile, "very sensible, Kassi."
Elenni sighs, wipes her hands on her apron and looks at the ceiling,
ticking off items on her fingers:
Elenni hands Kassima a plate of long pasta and chicken smothered with a
thick, cream sauce.
Long, flat noodles swirl around your plate in no semblance of order.
Delicate chunks of chicken are arranged atop the noodles, smothered in a
thick, rich cream sauce made of cream and cheeses. The dinner smells
wonderful, seasoned only enough to bring out the cream sauce.
Elenni smiles and pours a drink.
Elenni hands Kassima a glass of Green Dragon.
Kassima finishes up her dinner and, pulling herself away from Lysseth,
wanders off to see what she can see.
Pushing aside an annoying low hanging tent flap you enter the Starsmiths'
tent.
You decide to get some fresh air and walk out of the tent.
Kassima hrms. "Nay as much in there as I'd have thought," she reports,
"though I think I recognized one of Trie's fire-lizards."
R'val hmms? up at Kassima, "What'd you go looking for?"
Kassima shrugs. "'Twas the last tent I hadn't seen," she replies. "I wanted
to see it a'fore I leave, whenever that may be. Possibly soon. I'm a bit
weary."
R'val smiles at Kassima, nodding, "Well, if you must go...I for one am
considering leaving as well. S"been a long day."
Aphrael snores.
Kassima nods sympathetically, smiling. "An exciting day, but aye, quite
long. And I may as well sleep while I still can; I've little doubt K'nan
will kill me soon enough so that I'll be sleeping permanently." She chuckles.
You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly.
You grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered
foreleg.
Kassima buckles herself in as Lysseth opens her eyes and climbs to her
feet. "Night, you three!" she calls down. "See you, R'val and Aph, come the
morrow."
<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.
You hunch down before launching up, with powerful strokes.