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Mirror, Mirror, On the Ceiling....


Date:  November 28, 1998
Place:  Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  I have but one thing to say:  I am not that sharding
lecherous!  *Ahem.*  Sorry.  If you want to know what prompted that 
little outburst, you'll have to read on. ;)  In this log, Kassi 
approaches M'hryn on the subject of pregnant Wingleaders and what duties
they're allowed to retain.  The conversation track switches from there
to betting, and finally mirrors... which, in turn, leads to lechery.
Fear.

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The Log:

You walk through the large entrance to the Living Cavern.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

M'hryn looks at Schmitt and shrugs. "I just got here. Dunno what the cooks 
have prepared. There's some stew over at the hearths, though." He looks 
back at Aurian and nods. "Did you know ... well, I found something odd in 
my weyr earlier."

Schmitt picks up a muffin and munches.

Kassima, a towel forming a turban on her head, yawns while wandering into 
the room. It's probably a good bet that she's coming from the Springs. 
Frowning faintly, she snaps a perfunctory salute to M'hryn, then skirts 
around the conversing duo to find herself something food-like. "Auri, 
Schmitt, did you want aught?" she wants to know.

Prismatica comes in, dragging one of Schmitt's slippers after her.

Aurian bites her bottom lip, "Was it wearing a dawnslight patch and a 
wingleader knot?"

Schmitt speaks through her muffin, "Mmph. Got mine, but thankth."

Lirra walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Schmitt nods to Lirra again.

Lirra finally follows after the other women, saluting almost sleepily at 
the Weyrleader and casting a smile at the others before heading over to 
find dinner as well.

M'hryn returns Kassima's salute, then nods at Aurian. "As a matter of 
fact, it was," he replies. "I just never expected to find it in my weyr. 
But after last night, I suppose anything was possible." He salutes at 
Lirra. "Good evening."

Schmitt glances at Aurian and M'hryn, looking puzzled. She shrugs and 
wanders over to the stew.

Prismatica drpos the slipper and follows Schmitt to the stew, "Mrrrrow?"

Kassima thinks to ask Aurian, while piling a plate full of cheese-noodles 
and pepper salad, "Did you ever put that bed back, by the by, or is it 
still laying around out there?"

Schmitt dropped Prismatica.

Lirra surveys the offerings for a long moment, lips quirked slightly as 
she reaches for a redfruit again and breaks it in half on a plate before 
ladling wherry gravy over it. A small side of whiteroots and fingeroots is 
accompanied by a mug of tea, then heads for a seat to listen quietly and 
eat.

M'hryn looks at Kassima. "Bed?"

Schmitt mmmphs and runs out.

"At one point, a bed came flying out of your weyr," Kassima clarifies, 
oh-so-helpfully. "I believe it landed on Kennith's rider, but he was too 
drunk to care much."

Schmitt walks towards the inner cavern.

M'hryn blinks at Kassima and nods slowly. "A bed. Flying." He shakes his 
head resignedly. "I guess that was more information than I wanted. I hope 
Kennith's rider was not injured."

Aurian leans against M'hryn, "Actually the bed was Kvasith's fault."

Kassima admits, settling herself at the head of her Wing's table with her 
plateload of foodstuffs, "Would've thought 'twould kill him, m'self, but 
he was up and at 'em again this morning. Guess he wasn't injured 'tall."

M'hryn nods. "Good. I hate losing riders in 'fall, I'd hate even more 
losing them because of a bed." He looks back at Aurian and puts an arm 
around her shoulders. "What did Kvasith do?"

Aurian shrugs a little, "He felt that he deserved more room after what 
happened and so he shoved the thing out with his head."

Lirra spears a sections of redfruit soaked in gravy, watching the 
developments with interest. "I suppose falling beds could be a definite 
menace," she notes to a nearby brownrider, before smothering a grin at 
Aurian.

"Dontcha lose *lots* of 'em 'cause of beds, sir?" L'cher calls over from 
his place. There is, of course, an LCG in his lap at the moment. "Beds, 
furs, couches, tables, benches... well, maybe not benches; you don't know 
awkward 'til you've fallen off of one of them things."

Kassima points out with the long-suffering sigh of someone who has to put 
up with this man on a daily basis, "He meant lose permanently, O ye excuse 
for watchwher excrement. Pardon him, Auri. I'll have t'be *advising* J'lyn 
t'keep him on those Northern sweeps awhile longer; I keep hoping they'll 
freeze his tongue."

Canus walks here from the Inner Cavern.

M'hryn looks at Kassima with some annoyance, ignores L'cher, and nods at 
Lirra. "A menace I hope to avoid in the future." He looks back at Aurian 
and chuckles. "Well, I suppose these things happen. I guess I should 
apologize to Kvasith."

Canus nods as he enters and pours himself a cup of Klah

Aurian shakes her head, "No please. He's fine now and he won't remember 
come tommorrow" She smiles up at him.

Kassima returns the annoyed look with a thin-lipped frown of her own, then 
gives another sigh--this one mostly inaudible--and speaks up. "Speaking of 
which, Weyrleader, as 'twere, I'd appreciate some conference with you... 
at your convenience, of course." She evidently has no desire to interrupt 
the bed conversation; it's too entertaining. A nod of greeting is directed 
to Canus.

M'hryn smiles. "Nice thing about dragons -- hrm?" This last is directed at 
Kassima. "I'm free whenever, Wingleader. Here or someplace more private?"
Lirra munches down another measure of dinner, suddenly finding such 
intense interest in the food, and even reaching out to claim a roll from a 
nearby basket."

Aurian sends Kassima an annoyed look of her own, she stays with M'hryn for 
the moment though.

Kassima inclines her head slightly. "Here's fine, sir. 'Tis nay a question 
I mind asking in front of folk... though I may regret that, depending on 
the answer." A faint smile flickers for a moment. "It concerns your 
statement yestereve about female leader-types who are expecting, sir."

M'hryn nods slowly. "Yes?"

Kassima folds her hands on the table, thinking for a moment before finally 
just going ahead. "You said that all work should be left to the 
Wingseconds--Wingsecond, in my case. What I'd like t'know, sir, is why I'm 
a Wingleader in the first place if'n you think m'mind incapable of working 
regardless of the state of m'body."

Lirra tilts her head calmly, one finger tapping at the rim of her mug as 
she listens, schooling her face towards utter expressionlessness.

M'hryn crosses his arms and shakes his head. "I never believed your mind 
was incapable of working, nor did I suggest it. You are still the 
Wingleader of your Wing. But if you cannot fly with your Wing, then you 
run the risk of second-guessing the person who is leading your wing in 
drills and in threadfall. Your wings' reports are still filtered through 
you. And you can certainly tell J'lyn what formations he should be using, 
but in a threadfall, the command becomes blurred. Does J'lyn have to get 
your approval to adjust the wings' formation because of changing 
conditions?"

M'hryn adds, "It has nothing to do with your mind. It has everything to do 
with your physical condition. A Wingleader's primary task is to lead her 
Wing in threadfall and in preparation of threadfall. If you are grounded 
can you perform this function?"

"In Threadfall, 'twould leave all decisions t'him, sir," replies Kassima, 
looking vaguely surprised that he had to ask. "When you said that *all* 
day-to-day things must be done by J'lyn, I had taken it that you meant the 
assigning of sweeps and duties, selection of Weyrlings from the graduate 
classes, reports, etcetera. I *could* lead drills for at least four more 
months, technically, but I see your point; the idea of being made utterly 
useless for the duration, however, was somewhat... abhorrant to me."

Lirra can't help but nod slightly at Kassima's points, then catches 
herself at it and abruptly reddens and finds new interest in the roll 
she's been shredding.

M'hryn shakes his head. "No. I did not mean to suggest that you were 
stripped of your wingleadership for your term. The Wing is still yours, 
and you are responsible for its composition, selecting weyrlings, and for 
the wings' reports, if you want to keep those responsibilities. I do have 
to admit, though, that this is an opportunity for me and for you to gauge 
J'lyn's leadership."

Neliea walks in from the bowl.

Kassima agrees, "That's something I'd like t'do also, sir, in moderation--
but that he should have t'do the work of Wingleader and Wingsecond both 
while I twiddle m'thumbs for eight months didn't precisely seem... ideal. 
Frankly, sir, having been through this twice, I'll tell you that the most 
tedious aspects of hidework are a delight compared to the alternative. And 
I'd nay want t'be seeing a good 'second burnt out, either."

Neliea steps into the cavern and keeps to the edge of the present group, 
making her way towards the serving table for a quick mug of klah. Mug in 
hand, the bluerider heads over to a seat next to Lirra with a small smile 
in greeting.

Lirra gives Neliea a patently grateful and sunny smile and waves a bit of 
shredded roll. "Heya," she murmurs quietly.

M'hryn nods. "You can continue to lead your Wing in every aspect except 
that actual drills, sweeps, or threadfalls," he replies, "for the length 
of time that you are grounded."

Judging from Kassi's smile, this comes as an honest relief. "Thankee, sir. 
I appreciate that, and I'm certain Jal will also." After a moment's 
thought, she adds, "Congratulations, by the by. On the flight and all."

M'hryn adds to Kassima, "But I think you ought to let J'lyn determine what 
drills and their scope your wing will be performing. And in full Flight 
drills or full Weyr drills, the Flight leaders will be working with J'lyn 
as if he were the wingleader. And thank you."

Kassima inclines her head once again, this time in acknowledgment. 
"A'course, sir. As the saying goes: 'Lead, follow, or get the shards out 
of my flight-path.' I've nay intent of obstructing Jal's, though I intend 
to observe the drills in the event that he'd wish t'be advised. And you're 
welcome. Besides, I should be thanking you; I won eight marks off of 
H'tor."

M'hryn blinks at Kassima, then looks at Aurian bemused. He returns his 
attention back to the Thunderbolt Wingleader. "You bet on Talibenth?"

Aurian grins up at M'hryn, "That she did."

Lirra gives both Wingsecond and Wingleader a look of stark surprise, then 
grins slightly before tugging the basket of rolls towards Neliea and 
offering her one. "Fresh from the oven, I think..."

"Aye, certes," replies Kassi with a shrug and a wry grin. "If'n the senior 
queen hasn't changed, then more often than naught, you bet on the champion 
rather than the challenger if'n his record's good enough and there's been 
nay major upset to change the Weyr's feeling towards his rider. One of the 
first rules of flight betting!"

Neliea takes a sip of her klah, smiling in obvious amusement before the 
smell of the bread reaches her nose. "How did you know? But I haven't been 
this hungry in a while," she mutters wryly to Lirra, reaching for one of 
the rolls.

M'hryn shakes his head. "I lost a mark on Prometh, to be honest," he says 
with his own wry grin.

Lirra shakes her head, grinning wryly. "Tell me about it...I swear I'm 
eating as much as I did when I was finishing my last bit of growing. I 
suppose it's fitting in a way...although I'm close to not being able to 
let my pants out anymore."

"Oh, I bet on Prometh, too. With a new queen," Kassi replies earnestly, 
into one of her favorite subjects, "or a junior, you just have t'go on the 
flight records of the males. Too hard t'remember the styles of each, after 
all. Now, if'n Ularrith had flown in Herath's first senior flight, I'd 
probably have lost a bundle on him given how sweet those two are on each 
other. Thank Faranth he didn't. I'd probably *still* be swabbing 
latrines."

Kassima amends, "Bet on him in Herath's first senior flight, that is. This 
time, 'twas tempted t'bet some on Nraith, but it seemed too risky."

Aurian laughs and touches M'hryn's jaw, "You bet against Talibenth...
that's why I didn't wager."

M'hryn smiles. "I just figured since Kindre and Kiat are still weyrmates 
that it was a safe bet. But I thought that the first time, too." He looks 
at Kassima and blinks. "You make wagering into work."

Lirra lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head and unable to help but 
interject, "Kassi bets on Kaath's flights, even sir. It's truly 
remarkable," she adds with a grin at the Wingleader.

Neliea takes a bite of the warm bread, nodding in agreement to Lirra as 
she swallows and nods. "I'm not as hungry as you, but I'm drinking enough 
to make up for it," she replies, turning her attention to the flight 
conversation.

Kassima points out, holding up a finger, "Ah, but that's why I'm usually 
wealthy, sir. 'Tis through observing the histories that you can make the 
best educated bets--and it helps that I've an interest in genealogy 
anyway. Talibenth has a lot of Benden blood in him, y'know." The highest 
compliment that the Wingleader can pay a dragon. "Why nay, Lirra? I bet on 
Lysseth's, too, after all."

Maylia walks in from the bowl.

Pierron twirls his moustache at the Weyrlingmaster.

M'hryn nods. "Merellia keeps a genealogical record of all Istan dragons. 
And its commond knowledge that Weyrleader J'rus and Rodrith came from 
Benden. And Neith was Hatched of Germaine's Isadith and Rodrith -- Isadith 
in turn being Hatched of Benden-hatched... uhm, Zaerith, ridden by 
Deyaan."

Maylia heads into the living cavern, followed by a bunch of weyrlings so 
weary they can barely manage a decent salute upon seeing the Weyrleader. 
Said weyrlings shuffle off to the table they've 'claimed', while their 
Weyrlingmaster heads for stew and klah, looking just barely better off 
than they.

M'hryn returns Maylia and her weyrlings' salutes. "Busy day?" he asks.

Kassima bobs her head, evidently recognizing the name. "And Zaerith 
hatched of Tiamanth and Kedranth. 'Twas a Tiamanth and Tzornth mating that 
produced Kimbrith, who produced Leilanth, who produced both Dyinath and 
Herath--so Talibenth and Herath are an incestuous enough pairing t'be 
fitting at Telgar. Still more of a fork to the family tree than usual, but 
'tis a tolerable one. Hey, May. How's your head?"

Aurian smiles a little as she watches Maylia and her weyrlings.

Lirra stares at the litany of various dragons for a moment, then flashes 
Maylia a somewhat muzzy-headed smile before winking at one of the 
weyrlings encouragingly. She turns back to Neliea with a slight sigh. "And 
I though tracing the baby's family tree was awkward enough..."

M'hryn laughs. "Well, L'tan's Habrith hatched of Neith and Talibenth is 
their off spring."

Maylia gives M'hryn a letter-perfect salute, juggling her stew and klah 
mug. "Very long day," She confirms. "My head? Just fine, thanks..." Kassi 
is given an odd look, curious.

Neliea looks attentive enough as she listens to the long but impressive 
list, nodding to the weyrlings in turn as they enter. Looking over the rim 
of her mug, she sends a knowing smile to Lirra. "You've tried doing that 
already?"

Kassima points out cheerfully, "Aye, and son t'mother is worse than *most* 
of the Benden line--though 'twas Duzorth and Jeniath's mating that 
produced Tiamanth in the first place. After that, 'twas mostly sib to sib 
for awhile. Nay counting Prometh and Leilanth, a'course. I'm frankly 
amazed that we haven't seen any two-headed dragons yet, the way they keep 
crossing bloodlines."

M'hryn shrugs. "I guess its different for dragons," he says. "I've never 
really thought of it before."

Aurian tilts her head, "Thank Faranth its different for dragons or we'd 
never get any flight worthy."

Lirra nods slowly, rolling her eyes as she pulls her tea mug in. "I have, 
and it made my head spin. I was able to do my family well enough, but I'll 
need to chase down Tiya to get the rest of R'ehn's. Have you tried?"

Kassima nods, agreeable-like. "Incest is a Benden bloodline tradition, 
anyway. Any mating *without* incest would be... I don't know. Heresy. 
Lirra, remind me t'show you my tree sometime if'n you want t'see bizarre. 
I will swear t'you that the names get worse with every generation."

Maylia arranges her stew bowl and klah on the table, then slides into a 
seat. "Hard enough getting them flight ready," She states, her smile all 
too sweet. The conversation of family lines has caught her attention 
though, and she looks at Lirra and Neliea, thoughtfully. "With my 
family scattered all over Pern, it's just as well I'm not trying to do 
that."

M'hryn glances towards the bowl, then back at Aurian. "I need to go find 
Sionelle quickly," he murmers quietly. "I'll be back soon."

Aurian nods and kisses his cheek, "Alright M'hryn."

Neliea nods as she takes a quick sip of klah, "I have and there's not much 
to my side of the family and Benos' side was simple enough." Reaching for 
another roll, she sets into nibbling on it as she smiles over at Maylia 
and nods. "I only did the immediate family, not the extentions."

M'hryn stands up. "I figure about three quarters of Ista Island and 
southern Pern are half-siblings to me," he says with a chuckle. "But my 
father's rather, uh, friendly. They used to joke down at the Weyr about 
the mirrors he had up over his bed. Until one of them fell and nearly 
decapitated him. Good night, everybody."

Saskia walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Aurian wrinkles her nose, "Sounds like our fathers had a lot in common."

Saskia strolls in and waves cheerily "Hi everyone." Her hair is damp and 
her face seems freshly scrubbed.

Kassima mouths, 'Mirrors?' She seems very confused. However, she knows 
better than to ask; rather, she just salutes and comments, "Don't think 
Mum and Da ever had mirrors over the beds. Hardly the most practical place 
for 'em. G'deve, sir."

Saskia arcs an eyebrow at the mention of mirrors, but walks over to the 
hearth and pours herself a mug of klah.

M'hryn smiles. "I'll have to hear about him." He grins at Kassima. 
"Merellia used to laugh about him." He kisses Aurian lightly, then turns 
and heads out to the bowl, nodding to Saskia as he leaves.

M'hryn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Lirra seems particularly blank at the mention of mirrors, and perhaps even 
a bit blanker at a few other items before she turns to Neliea rapidly. 
"Neither is his, really. But then, seacrafters really are busy folk."

Aurian smiles a touch as she watches M'hryn go then eases back into her 
seat.

Kassima waves a greeting to Saskia, but still seems lost in thought. 
"Why," she asks slowly, "would anyone want a mirror over the *bed*? Do 
they fancy having staring contests with themselves until they finally go 
to sleep?" Witness the perpetually naive greenrider.

Aurian coughs, "So they can watch themselves Fornicate dear Kassima."

Saskia smiles to Kassima then wanders over to the group, mug in hand and 
then almost drops it, "Auri, you're kidding!"

Maylia manages to contain her laughter, mostly. What comes out is more 
like a snicker, as Aurian explains the purpose of the mirrors.

Kassima's eyes get wide. Very wide. Small dark green dinner-plates, in 
fact. "Why in Faranth's name would anyone want t'watch *that*?" she 
finally manages to splutter.

Neliea remembers a few trader stories about strange objects coming to mind 
as she quickly takes another sip of her drink. Thankfully it's cooler as 
turns to Lirra, "The same goes for traders. There's so much risk 
involved."

Lirra splutters as well, but into laughter, covering her mouth with one 
hand and even slumping in her seat helplessly. "Oh, dear..."

Maylia calmly takes a sip from her mug, before explaining. "Some people 
are..." She grasps at the word. "Visually oriented? Men, in particular."

Kassima lets her forehead rest against the tabletop with a light *thump*. 
"People are sick!" she wails, covering her head with both hands. "Sick, 
sick, sick!"

Aurian nods in agreement with Maylia, "Yes Kassima they are. Though you 
should try it sometime."

Saskia sits down hard on the nearest bench and blinks several times. She 
spills some klah on the floor, but she doesn't even seem to notice. "That 
is.."

Saskia peers at Aurian. Her mouth opens then closes again as her cheeks 
turn quite red.

Maylia reaches across the wide table, leaning forward to do so, to pat 
Kassima on the shoulder as she wails. But, as it's hard to laugh in that 
position, she soon leans back again, giggling. "What? Being sick, or 
mirrors, Auri?"

Lirra continues to giggle helplessly, finally recovering enough to give 
Maylia a thoughtfully cheerful look. "Visually oriented...really? 
Interesting..."

Kassima sloooowly turns her head up to peer at Aurian with horrified eyes. 
"Auri," she points out, very carefully, "if'n you'd forgotten, I happen 
t'lead as close to a chaste existance as a greenrider can. Suggesting 
going t'bed with someone is wild enough, but using *mirrors*? Eeeeeeyuck!" 
A bread-roll is flung in Auri's direction, of course, at the end of this 
spiel.

Aurian grins at Maylia, "Both?"

Aurian erks as a roll hits her square in the forehead, "Oh come on 
Kassima.. find yourself a harper and find a mirror..."

Neliea still has some of her wits about her as she peers sideways, eyebrow 
arched at Lirra then to her mug. "I'd be afraid to consider what hearing 
oriented would be like," she comments, watching the roll fly over in 
Aurian's direction.

Kassima is... aghast. That's just the only word for her. But she still has 
to ask: "A Harper? Why a Harper?"

Maylia fixes Aurian with as serious a stare as she can manage. It lasts 
just about two seconds, before the Weyrlingmaster's dissolved into 
laughter. "Are you serious? Mirrors. Shards, I'd've never pegged you for 
that!" At the suggestion the brownrider makes to Kassima, she's back into 
incoherent laughter.

Saskia's mouth open and closes like a fish, but no words come out. She 
ducks her head and begins to study her klah.

Aurian rubs her forehead, "Why not a harper?" She grins at Maylia, "Ok 
I've never done it myself."

Lirra bursts into helpless giggles again, nodding firmly at Neliea. "As 
would I...although it might be fun," she agrees, wiping tears of mirth 
from her eyes. "There is that harper that's here from the Hall, Kassi," 
she suggests impishly.

Kassima aims another bread-roll at Aurian. "Only way you'll ever see me 
doing that is if'n they install a mirror over the Guest Weyr bed and I 
have nay choice," she insists, blushing a shade roughly comparable to 
fuchsia. "I am nay going t'sleep with any bloody Harpers! Yeesh, you 
people!"

Neliea finally gives in and bursts into a giggle fit along side Lirra as 
she sets her mug down out of harm's way.

Maylia's head shakes to Kassima, but she's too helpless in giggles to 
suggest that there'd be little sleep involved.

Lirra takes care of it in between gales of laughter. "Now why in the name 
of Faranth's tail would you want to sleep at a time like that, Kassi?" She 
shakes her head, slumping a bit farther in her chair.

Maylia waves a hand towards Lirra, nodding. Apparently, 'tis what she'd 
wanted to say, after all.

Kassima does the only thing she can think of that remains for her to do. 
She slides out of her chair and ducks under the table, where she can 
calmly pretend that none of these looney people are talking about *her*.

Aurian rubs her chin after managing to duck the last bread roll, 
"Installing one over the Guest Weyr bed.."

This only prompts a *whoop* of laughter from Maylia, who's now laughing so 
hard she's tucked her feet up onto her chair, giggling in a tight little 
ball.

Saskia looks over at where Kassima was sitting and furrows her brow. 
Abruptly she rises to her feet and still carrying her mug, walks over to 
the Wingleader's place and ducks her head under the table. More klah 
spills on the floor. "Are you alright, Kassi?" she asks softly.

Lirra leans her head back over her chair, laughing madly and holding her 
ribs. "Oh, I -like- that idea, Aurian...but goodness help us if there's 
two flights in as many days. We'll not get anyone out of there!"

Aurian takes up a sticky roll from a nearby tray and bites into the gooey 
sweet, "A fine idea. Truely a fine idea." She calls down towards the 
person who is now cowering under the table, "Kassima you can hide, but it 
just won't work."

"Oh, I'm fine," floats out from under the table. "I don't hear anyone 
talking about mirrors on ceilings, nay, I don't... nary a word." Nyah, 
nyah, she can't hear you!

Maylia manages to get her giggles under control, after a few moments, and 
leans forward onto the table, elbows supporting her. "Now there's an idea 
I do like. And we've nearly a turn to do it afore Lysseth rises again!" Of 
course. Not much point to it unless you can embarrass the Wingleader.

Neliea tilts her head to one side and considers the talking table. "What 
about mirrors on the bottom of tables then," she asks innocently, though 
don't mistake that mischevious gleam in her eye.

Myklan walks here from the Inner Cavern.

There's a long silence from under the table, wherein one can just imagine 
Kassi's face burning. "You're too *busy* t'notice, during flights," she 
finally argues valiantly--if with more than a hint of a squawk. "And nay 
anyone in their right mind would want a mirror on the bottom of a table 
for *that* reason!"

"Only if you've a thing for public places," Maylia answers Neliea.

Lirra gives Neliea a look of approving amusement, then slides the rest of 
the way under the table from her slumped position. "This might work," she 
agrees with Neliea...but not in public, you're right," her voice calls 
out, somewhat muffled. "And there's always -after- the flight, Kassi!"

Aurian howls with laughter, "C'mon Kassima we can furnish the guest weyr 
with a mirror and a couple skins of that bubbly pink wine the vinters 
make."

Neliea didn't mean -that- as she as nods in agreement with Lirra. "That 
could always work," she muses, not -really- considering this, but sounds 
like it nontheless. To Maylia she nod and continues, "I don't, but Lirra 
has a good point..."

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "This is too much fun"

Selaye walks here from the Inner Cavern.

The silence that ensues this time is rather telling, isn't it? "After the 
flight, one usually *sleeps*!" Kassi finally squawks out. She normally has 
a lovely voice, but it's far from melodious at this juncture. "You're 
*twisted*, Auri! Sick and twisted! I swear it!"

Telgar Weyr> Lirra's ribs hurt, she's laughing so hard. :)

Selaye nods briefly as a greating and sits down.

Telgar Weyr> Neliea smiles innocently and just keeps munching jelly beans.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima can't stop snickering. Oh, my poor character. :)

Saskia bumps her head on the table, then lifts up her head and sighs 
softly, "Um, well how about that...er um." She begins that ridiculous 
imitation of a fish again.

Lirra dissolves into more gales of laughter, under a table and unable to 
see who's walked in. "Hooray for fizzy wine!" she calls from her hidden 
perch. "And you have to wake up -sometime-, Kassi!"

Aurian stretches and rests booted heels on a table, "Ohhhhh come on 
Kassima... don't play the innocent. We all know you are evil."

Myklan pauses just long enough to let the obvious wonder cross his face...
he's walked into another of THOSE conversations.

Kassima's voice is even more muffled this time. She must be hiding her 
face in her hands again. "Aye, like the next afternoon. Three days without 
sleep, y'know, you don't wake up *that* quickly... aye, I'm evil, but I'm 
nay *lecherously* evil like you lot!"

Telgar Weyr> Saskia grins "That's exactly what Saskia's thinking, Myklan. 
Another one of THOSE conversations."

Aurian chuckles, "Oh come on Kassima everybody is a little bit lecherous."

Saskia shakes her head vigorously, "no way!"

Kassima informs the room rather mournfully, "I'm nay. And yet, I'm 
surrounded by female L'cher clones."

Neliea looks over to Selaye with a nod in return as she slips deeper into 
her chair with a smile, "Speak for yourself, Aurian." Here's someone 
that's not.

Myklan finds himself a seat...

Maylia pushes her chair back from the table, the squeaking of wood on the 
rock floor grating. Ducking down to peer at the occupants of the space 
beneath the table, she can't help but keep giggling. "Oh, come now Kassi. 
Just because we enjoy what comes after a flight, doens't mean we're as bad 
as L'cher!"

Selaye smiles, "Hello Myklan, hows it going?"

Aurian reiterates with complete belief, "Everybody is a little bit 
lecherous." She glances to Neliea, "Are you telling me that you did 
nothing lecherous to have that baby?"

Lirra laughs all the harder, worming her way out from under the table and 
under another one, nudging a brownrider's legs out of the way, bringing 
her one table closer to Kassi. "Nothing like L'cher!" she agrees through a 
broad grin.

Saskia stares at Aurian. "They are not!" she says hotly.

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "I think we've found Aurian's belief in life."

Aurian nods to Saskia, "You too m'dear."

"All right, mayhaps 'twas hasty," Kassima allows, peering up at May. "But 
that mirror business is straight out of L'cher's book! And I am nay 
lecherous!"

Green eyes, Maylia's, peek over the table's surface, then bob into and out 
of sight as the weyrlingmaster nods. A twist of her head, and she's 
looking at Saskia. "You've just not discovered it yet." She states. "Or 
you just refuse to admit it."

A bluerider calls from the back of the room, "Then explain Kharisma!"

Aurian rolls her eyes, "I doubt even L'cher has mirrors on his ceiling." 
She grins at Kassima, "You are so lecherous."

Neliea pauses in her constant giggles long enough to reply with a straight 
face to Aurian, "Really? Who's to say that I was the one lecherous, though 
/why/ lecherous on either of our accounts?" Sitting up for those words of 
defence, the rider slips back into and under the table with Lirra. Safety 
in numbers and all.

Kassima yells back the only word that can sum up said explanation: "Wine!" 
She then sticks her tongue out at Aurian. Pthbbbt. "Am nay. I leave 
lechery t'maleriders, goldriders, and the other greenriders."

Myklan smiles a bit as he's asked, "Not too bad..." He gets back up, 
having completely forgotten to get a mug of klah, so distracted was he.

Telgar Weyr> Saskia laughs

Telgar Weyr> Neliea chuckles and thinks she's going to have a lot of 
'xplaining to do later.

Selaye smiles.

Elias waves to everybody and sits in a quiet corner, distracted in 
thought.

Saskia shakes her head back and forth as her hair flies about. "Not me! No 
way!" she cries defiantly as a blush creeps up her neck. "How can you even 
say that?"

Aurian stands up and points at everyone in the room, "Everyone on Pern is 
Lecherous."

Lirra leans back against the legs of a nearby male greenrider and beams 
through the mass of table legs first up at Maylia, then at Neliea, and 
finally at Kassima. "Oh, but Kassi...I had to learn from -someone-! 
Aurian...I'm thinking mirrors might make a lovely Turnday present for a 
certain wingleader?"

Maylia keeps crouched down, so she can speak to either Kassima, and Lirra 
beyond, or those above the tables. "Now, wait a moment. Just /enjoying/ 
what may result in a child doesn't make one lecherous. A mirror above the 
bed, now I'd say that'd be lechery." This, as she cranes her neck so she 
can see Aurian.

Aurian grins at Lirra, "You read my mind."

The male greenrider lecherously appears to be enjoying Lirra's 'attention' 
to his legs.

Aurian glances to Maylia, "Lechery exists in everything. It was lecherous 
when I kissed you.. it was lecherous when you kissed back."

Myklan blinks a few times at Aurian. He's never been called lecherous 
before. He goes pink halfway to the ears.

Selaye raises her eyebrows, lecherous, huh? She can't imagine /everyone/ 
on Pern being lecherous...

S'dar walks in from the bowl.

Pierron nods knowingly as the assistant weyrlingmaster enters.

Kassima yelps, "I don't need mirrors! I've got a mirror! A hand mirror, 
and 'tis the only mirror I need!" Eyeing Maylia, she keeps up her one line 
of defense: "I'm *nay* lecherous, shardit."

Telgar Weyr> Lirra resists the urge to change her @do to Visit Telgar: the 
Lecherous Weyr.

S'dar wanders in with a cheerful wave and a smile. "Good evening."

Aurian points to S'dar, "He's especially lecherous!"

S'dar blinks.

Neliea blinks at the number legs down here, opting to lean against her 
vacated chair for the moment. And quiet obviously doesn't see if anyone 
walks in. The voice does help as she peers from under the table and waves 
at S'dar. "Evening."

Maylia's head shakes from side to side. "I'm not denying that, not one 
bit." She states. "But while what one does to become... involved with 
somebody, and just enjoying the involvement, are two entirely different 
things! Of course, Aurian. He rides bronze."

Telgar Weyr> Aurian cackles evilly

Saskia peers at Aurian and then S'dar, "Sandy? no way!" shakes her head 
again, "That's one weird philosophy, Auri. I am *not* lecherous. I'm not a 
rider, and neither is Myklan. And just because most riders are lecherous 
doesn't mean that everyone is."

S'dar hrms at the conversation at hand. Looks like he once again arrived 
in the Living Cavern at an inopportune time.

Lirra peeks out from under the table at the bronzerider and gives him a 
patently cheerful smile. "S'dar! Hi there! Do you like mirrors?"

Myklan offers in a quiet voice, "Ma's not lecherous...is she?"

Aurian snorts, "You don't know yet Saskia, but you will." She glances to 
S'dar, "Bronzes are the worst of course. Yeah S'dar do you like mirrors.." 
She grins at Myklan, "A tiny bit."

For some odd reason, Myklans' question is heard by Maylia, still crouched 
to peer under the table. Rocking back on her heels, she raises her voice 
in a laugh! "Oh, I'd say she is, Myklan."

S'dar nods to Lirra. "I sure do. They're a good decoration, but they give 
me a great view of an even better decoration in the weyr. Myself!"

Myklan ohs...quietly. That puts Ma in a WHOLE new light to him.

Saskia gazes at Aurian as her entire face flames red, "I will *not*! I'm 
not that kind of girl!"

Kassima protests to Maylia, sounding rather pathetic by this point, "I 
don't get involved save for in flights! That's all! And that doesn't make 
me bloody lecherous!"

Neliea may be under a table, both legs somewhat sat on as she peers at 
Lirra. Just -how- is she that cheerful? Casting a glance to S'dar and his 
answer has her doubling over in laughter once again.

S'dar points out, "I'm just kidding," but nobody is listening anymore - it 
seems something has erupted here.

Telgar Weyr> Saskia laughs, "Auri, you *are* evil!"

Lirra dissolves into gales of laughter again, all out of proportion to 
S'dar's answer as she vanishes back under the table to lean against the 
other greenrider's legs. "Mirrors are multi-useful," she explains to 
Neliea amidst helpless giggles.

Aurian ahas at S'dar, "So he does have mirrors on the cieling!" She 
glances to Saskia, "You will see."

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "Utterly so"

Telgar Weyr> S'dar says, "gee, and there aren't even any flights"

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "That was yesterday"

Telgar Weyr> Selaye was just about to ask if anyone her was proddy, and 
how the conversation started?

Maylia howls with laughter at S'dar's reply, but luckily whatever prompts 
such hilarity is not shared. Settling down, she waggles a finger at 
Kassima. "No, but seems to me 'twas a drunk dare that resulted in 
Kharisma. Lechery."

Telgar Weyr> Maylia says, "M'hryn mentionned his father was nearly 
decapitated by the mirror he'd had above his bed falling on him..."

Aurian waggles a finger at Kassima, "Lechery.."

Telgar Weyr> Selaye grins, "ahhhh....."

Lirra crows from under her table in chorus, "Lechery!"

Some bluerider off in a corner, known well for his lecherous leering at 
lower caverns girls raises his mug of ale, joining in. "Lechery!"

Selaye stands up smiling, "Much as I have enjoyed this conversation, I'd 
better go."

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

Saskia folds her arms. "I *won't*!" she cries, sounding like a small child 
with a tone of 'And you can't make me'.

Kassima corrects, muttering, "A drunk *bet*. And I won, too, so there."

Aurian saunters over to Saskia and plants a kiss on her forehead, 
"Lechery." She laughs and saunters off.

"Lechery." Maylia repeats to Kassima, before sighing, shaking her head to 
Saskia. "Well, if you're flat out determined never to, then you won't, but 
I'd say you'd regret it."

S'dar hrms. "Don't see what mirrors have to do with lechery," he muses.

Kassima insists, getting downright indignant about it, "I am nay 
lecherous, for Faranth's sake!"

Aurian wanders over to the young bronzerider and explains it all. She 
mutters to S'dar, "... on... cieling... you..." 

Neliea shakes her head in amusement and pushes herself from under the 
table wearily, proping her chin on the edge of the table. Hmm, seems safe 
to come up for air now. Maybe.

Lirra shoots Kassima another grin through the mass of table and chair 
legs, not following Neliea back up. "Now, see...we need R'ehn for this 
conversation too. He'd be nearly as vehemently in denial."

Saskia stares at Aurian, thoroughly nonplussed. All visible areas of her 
skin are now a bright red. For a few moments, her mouth opens and closes 
like a fish, then eventually she splutters, "Auri!"

S'dar ponders over Aurian's sentence, but doesn't seem to understand a 
word she's used. "Forni... what? Cation? You mean forni-ture? Yeah, 
mirrors are forni-ture, or furniture more likely, but I still don't 
see..."

The sound of something slumping over can be heard from under the table. 
Odds are, either Kassi's pretending to faint, or really has fainted at 
the thought of a bronzerider knowing less of the words of lechery than 
she.

Aurian pauses and looks irritated at S'dar, "Not furniture...
fornication! You know... sex! Or peckerjuice theft as you would have 
referred to it!"

S'dar coughs. He would cough out whatever he was drinking, but fortunately 
he hadn't grabbed a drink yet.

Lirra's laughter redoubles in laughter at the misunderstanding and further 
explanation, unable to keep hiding under the table as she pops back up. 
"As he refers to it as -what-?!" she splutters, face also red but from 
hysterical laughter.

Aurian smiles as she wreaks more havok, "Ask him it was after his first 
flight screaming about how women only wanted to steal peckerjuice."

S'dar grumbles. "I don't refer to it at all," he says. "And I had been 
drinking quite heavily that night, as I recall, or as I don't recall more 
to the point."

Neliea's eyes simply -peer- over the edge of table, brown taking the place 
of her usual calm expression. Sliding back onto the floor, she can only 
blink as she /now/ knows why she stayed down.

Aurian smiles sweetly at S'dar, "Sure..."

Saskia splutters and gasps, then sucks in a great lungful of air. "Oh, he 
was drunk." she murmurs, looking a little relieved.

Aurian shakes her head, "Not at that point." She smiles.

Lirra is back up on her seat by now, head in her arms as her shoulders 
shake with unbridled mirth. "Oh, poor, poor S'dar," she splutters 
cheerfully, then finally remembers to slip back under the table and start 
making her way towards the earlier thud. "Kassi? Kassi...you gotta wake up 
and hear this!"

A moan comes from Kassi's place under the table: "Thank *Faranth* I'm 
never around t'see the chaos after Lysseth's flights. Every story I hear 
seems t'be ten times worse... Lirra, I'm trying t'pretend I'm *nay* 
hearing it!"

S'dar hmmps. "Besides. Mirrors on the ceiling during sex haven't much to 
do with lechery."

Myklan has gone some shade very nearly purple....either he's about to die 
of embarrassment, or he's trying VERY hard not to giggle at the entire 
proceedings.

Aurian nods to Lirra, "It was after her flight." She glances to S'dar, 
"Then what does it have to do with?"

Saskia blinks at S'dar as her spluttering resumes and her cheeks redden 
even further.

S'dar shrugs. "Egotism I guess. Lecherous types would be more interested 
in getting people in the bed in the first place. After that, it doesn't 
really matter whether you're watchin' or not."

S'dar looks around at the strange reactions of the people in the Cavern 
and purses his lips in confusion.

Lirra finally reaches Kassi's table-shelter and pokes the Wingleader in 
the arm. "Hey, wake up...c'mon," she adds, grinning before she peeks back 
out at S'dar and Aurian. "S'dar, you positively just analyzed all the fun 
out of it," she informs him sweetly with smirk.

Aurian scowls, "That he did." She glances to Lirra, "Still everyone is 
lecherous."

"There was nay fun t'analyze out of *that* in the first place," Kassi 
grouses, finally peeking up from under the table. "And I'm still nay 
lecherous, Aurian."

S'dar grins at Lirra and Aurian. Victory for the moment, at least.

Aurian snorts at Kassima, "You are so lecherous. everybody is."

Saskia continues to gaze at S'dar as her mouth hangs open.

Neliea assumes a sitting position on the floor and looking quite 
comfortable at the same time, hoisting herself into her chair and trying 
to look not as insane as before. "I'm not lecherous either like Kassi," 
she states, pushing her hair back into place slowly.

Lirra crawls out from under the table to hop up and sit on it, leaning 
down to look beneath it at Kassi, murmuring, "Lechery," at her with a grin 
before looking back up to nod at Aurian before commenting casually to 
S'dar, "Remind me to sit on your lap next time I'm proddy, S'dar."

S'dar nods to Lirra. "Remind me when you're proddy," he says with a smile. 
Though the unfinished part of the sentence is, 'and I will remind myself 
to fleeeee!'

Kassima makes a face at Lirra, finally getting out from under the table. 
"Nay lechery here. I'm nay even lecherous when I'm *proddy*." Homicidal, 
yes. Lecherous, no.

Saskia nods and repeats, "I'm not lecherous either. I'm not that kind of 
girl."

S'dar would mention that he's not either, but he rides Chezroth... who'd 
believe him?

Aurian smiles adorably as she returns to her seat, "Everyone is 
Lecherous."

S'dar rolls his eyes at Aurian.

Aurian grins at S'dar, "You are."

S'dar points out to Aurian, "sometime, when I've been flying Sweeps or 
something, I get really tired... and even though everyone around me might 
be wide awake, I assume that when I'm tired, everyone else is tired, too."

Aurian smiles at S'dar, "Did I say I wasn't Lecherous?"

Kassima agrees almost triumphantly, "You are, but everyone else isn't 
necessarily so!"

S'dar shakes his head to Aurian. "You didn't, and a good thing, 'cause 
nobody would have believed you anyway," he smirks.

Saskia furrows her brow, "You've changed a lot since you Impressed, 
Aurian. I'm still the same old person. You can take the girl out of the 
Hold, but not the Hold out of the girl."

Lirra jumps off the table to return to her seat near Neliea's hiding 
place, folding her legs tailor fashion in the seat. "I have to admit, 
Aurian...I don't consider my self lecherous, either," she notes with a 
grin and nods at Saskia. "That's true enough."

S'dar grins.

Myklan gapes at Saskia's comment, "That's not true...else Ma wouldn't be a 
greenrider!"

Myklan says "Ma says 'Holder values' are just...well...not for a Weyr. 
Holders are jealous and conniving...and that sort of nonsense'd just tear 
a weyr apart."

Aurian taps her fingers, "Fine but I know the truth."

S'dar adds, "greenriders are another story entirely."

Telgar Weyr> Myklan hehs. I can't wait till I'm old enough to have 
opinions of my own. :P

Kassima asks S'dar, folding her arms, "What was that 'twere saying about 
greenriders, bronzie?"

Lirra raspberries S'dar airily, reaching for her tea again and quirking a 
brow at him, letting Kassima deal with this.

Ro walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Notice Aurian said not a word about Greenriders. She's not stupid.

Myklan waits, stubbornly standing his ground of 'Ma said'...for the moment 
anyway.

Saskia frowns, "I'm not jealous and conniving, and neither are most 
holders. That's a stereotype like all riders are lecherous. And I do think 
Impression really does change people. I've seen it in my friends."

S'dar looks over at Kassima. "Eh? Oh, I just said greenriders are utterly 
uh... inspirely."

Ro walks in, and stops dead for a moment at the -strange- scene before 
her. She shakes it off though, and murmurs a greeting to all, giving S'dar 
a peck on the cheek on her way to the kitchen and asking "Want to make 
some dragon cookies?"

S'dar clarifies, "as in, they inspire me. Uh, hi Ro!"

Kassima asks in that dubious tone of someone who knows that someone else 
is lying through their teeth, "*Inspirely*?"

Aurian points at Ro and says quite clearly, "Lecherous."

Ro lifts an eyebrow at Aurian, her expression saying much better than 
words can that the brownrider is about 30 eggs short of a dragon's 
clutch.

Saskia waves to Ro and sighs, "Hi, Auri's decided everyone's lecherous."

Lirra tilts a brow at the kiss, a smile quirking into place as she trades 
a look with Kassima. "Inspirely...that's a new one on me. I'm not sure I 
want to know what it is we inspire."

Ro sighs "Now Auri, ye've got to stop this projection thing. Is that nay 
what the mindhealer said?"

S'dar mumbles, "fear."

Kassima leans over a touch so as to speak to Lirra in a lowered voice. She 
mutters to Lirra, "Actually,... I inspired... was part of that whole... 
and... always... bewaring... who says... inspiring." 

Aurian yawns, "Lechery. They inspire Lechery." She glances to Ro, "What in 
Faranth are you talking about?"

Ro's lips curl in a smile. She says airily "You'll figure it out someday 
Auri. For now, I'll take my non-lecherous self into the kitchen to make 
some cookies."

Ro walks off towards the kitchen.

Aurian rolls her eyes.

Saskia frowns, "No offence to anyone, but greenriders do not inspire 
lechery within me. Fear, weirdness, fun and many other things, but 
lechery, never."

Kassima nods in approval to Saskia. "Greenriders do nay inspire lechery!" 
she agrees. See? At least *someone* is sensible.

Aurian shakes her head, "Oh hush."

S'dar nods. "No more than mirrors do."

Lirra clears her throat. "Perhaps the word is evoke?"

Kassima opens her mouth to start to protest this, but a new wash of that 
pale green color suddenly comes over her face. "'Scuse me, please!" she 
manages to gasp out before turning tail and running as fast as she can for 
the Lower Caverns and the necessaries therein.

You walk towards the inner cavern.