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Preparing For World's End


Date:  June 5(?), 1996
Place:  Benden Weyr's Southern Bowl and Living Cavern; Lysseth and 
Kassima's Weyr; Meli and T'lar's Weyr
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:  Kassima's getting ever closer to spawning, and several
of her friends choose to help her make preparations... whether those
preparations should be something as simple (and sweet!) as a gift for 
the child to come or the slightly more complex act of hauling furniture
around.  I decided to post this log mostly for Mart's gift, which 
ended up being surprisingly apt in later days. :)  But the weyr-moving
scene was fun, too, and proved that there are no truer friends than
those willing to help one move. ;)

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The Log:

Lysseth> Above, From the Benden Star Stones, Thiva's mottled green Avivth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Ularrith and his rider,
M'rgan of HighReaches Weyr.

Dragon> Ularrith bespoke Lysseth with << My rider and I come to visit. >>

Lysseth> Ularrith senses that Lysseth warbles a genial greeting. << You and
your rider are welcome at Benden. My rider is in the Living Cavern,
pestering Dulath's rider and eating. >>

Lysseth> Ularrith backwings for a landing.

Kassima glances outside, hrming. Sometime during the silence, some helpful
individual supplied her with a basket of cheese-bread, which she's
proceeded to stick raspberries on and smother in maple syrup and raw green
beans. "Looks like the brownie's here," she observes.

Lysseth> Atop sturdy Ularrith, M'rgan hooks his helmet and goggles to a
part of his lifemate's harness before swinging his leg over the brown
dragon's neck and sliding down.

Lysseth> M'rgan climbs down Ularrith's side to the ground, as the dragon
rumbles softly.

Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles a greeting to the High Reaches brown and his
rider, from where she's curled up comfortably in a portion of the Bowl very
near to the Living Cavern.

Lysseth> M'rgan hunches into his jacket and hurries towards the living
cavern as rain pelts him. "Gotta remember to ask about the weather next
time," he murmurs to himself as he ducks into the entrance.

Lysseth> Dulath considers the reaches rider and sees he no threat at all.
He resumes his vigil.

Lysseth> Ularrith chuffs a greeting to the green dragon as he lumbers close
to the bowl's wall, getting out of most of the rain.

M'rgan walks in from the bowl.

C'vadan blinks. "What brings you to Benden, Mart?" he asks.

Kassima waves to Mart with a piece of cheese-bread when he walks in; it's
notable that the bread has been festooned with raspberries, maple syrup,
and raw green beans. Grinning, she calls over, "Heya, brownie! Lyss told me
you decided to trade the frozen wastes for the rainy ones for a bit; dare I
ask why, or is it one of those things I'd be better off nay knowing?"

M'rgan shakes his head like a wet canine, trying to get out any of the rain
that's dampened his black hair. The jacket is the next thing that is shook
out before he hangs it on a peg to dry. "I've got a delivery to make." As
he turns away from the jacket, both of his hands slide behind him, hiding
something from view as he approaches the table. "High Reaches' duties and
all that."

C'vadan glances at Kassima, then back at M'rgan. "Anything interesting?"

"Benden's duties to the 'Reaches and her queens," Kassi echoes, looking a
trifle sheepish at having forgotten the formalities for once. "Welcome,
hail and well met, etcetera etcetera. A delivery, d'you say?" She cranes
her head to try and see behind Mart's back, without much success.

As he passes Cav, M'rgan shifts, wiggling his hands, so that the brownrider
can see the 'package' first. "I see you're eating well," he comments to
Kassi as he looks at her plate with a grimace.

C'vadan chuckles. "She's eating for three, Mart."

C'vadan smiles at the Reaches Brownrider and nods.

Alyssa walks in from the bowl.

C'vadan waves to Alyssa.

Kassima rolls her eyes at Cav. "I am nay! Don't listen to him, Mart. Cav's
got this paranoid fantasy that I'm going to spawn triplets. As to this...
well, 'tis a rather mild snack for me, but wait until y'see what I plan for
dinner. Lys!" The greenrider waves the unholy bread, fruit, cheese,
vegetable, and syrup conglomeration towards the Skyfire Wingsecond. "G'deve
t'you!"

C'vadan holds up three fingers to M'rgan and points to Kassima. "At least
three."

"Three? Ah, that sounds about right since it looks like each item on that
plate was meant for a different person." As he speaks, M'rgan stops hiding
his package and proceeds to fly it around Kassima's head. It's a stuffed
brown dragon. He halts it in front of her face as he uses his free hand to
wave to Alyssa.

Alyssa waves quietly to the other riders as she weaves through the living
cavern in the direction of the food table. She makes a rather concerted
effort not to see what is on Kassima's plate.

Alyssa does add quietly, as she passes near M'rgan, "Benden's duty to the
Reaches and her queens, Wingsecond."

Kassima opens her mouth to protest something Cav was saying, but shuts it
again as a brown dragon goes flying around her head. She watches its
trajectory with fascination until she gets dizzy, and looks quite relieved
when it stops. "Mart! Where on Pern did you find such an adorable thing?"

M'rgan's gaze flicks from Cav's fingers to Kassima's belly, "Are you sure
she's not a canine about to drop a litter?" to Alyssa's belly as she passes
by him. "That Water is strong stuff...Julaina used to make them all the
time. And I thought it would be better to encourage him to be a brownrider
than a greenrider."

Kassima adds once she's gotten over her surprise, "And I'll have you know,
Alea and K'nan both love these sorts of snacks too. So I'm nay the *only*
one who eats them. And *they're* nay pregnant, now, are they?" The
proclamation lacks some of its force, though, since she's still busily
admiring the stuffed dragon. "Him or her," she replies absently, then
glances up with an amused look. "And what, pray tell, is wrong with
greenriders? I am *nay* a canine--in fact, most Weyr rumors say I'm either
a heifer or a fish--and there'll be nay litters, you may rest assured.
Thank Faranth for nay so small mercies."

Alyssa tenders a curious glance at M'rgan as she overhears her comment,
but, per usual, she says nothing and instead sets to the task of filling
her plate with vegetables.

R'val walks in from the bowl.

C'vadan nods to R'val.

"Him," M'rgan says firmly, as if the very idea of another Kassi coming into
the world scares him. "I don't think you've got time to hear my entire list
of what's wrong with greenriders. You'll probably go into labor before I'm
done." He sets the stuffed dragon on the table as he slides into a chair
near Kassima. "I don't see you as a heifer or a fish. Wherry hen, maybe. Or
an ornery feline."

R'val hoofs it into the cavern, boots clacking on the stone floor, dark
eyes whirling about the room to fix on each person he knows as he nods in
turn with a polite smile. His gaze lingers for a fraction of an instant
longer on M'rgan, and he favours him with a longer nod, "Benden's duty," he
says quietly, moving across the cavern and closer to the Dawnslight table.

Alyssa smiles fleetingly at R'val and carries her plate of vegetables and
bread to Skyfire's table, where she sits with a tablet filled with notes
for her perusal.

Kassima waves absently to R'val, and simply grins at Mart. "We'll see," is
all she says, but the definite laughing undertone in her voice can bode no
good. "You'll have t'send me that list, y'know--I could always use more
reading material. Should I take the likening of me to wherries and felines
as a compliment?" She reaches out a careful hand to touch the stuffed
dragon, smiling almost beatifically at the toy. "So much a better gift than
a rattle--or a rattle for a fire-lizard, at least!" she can't resist teasing.

R'val hooks one compact leg about the limb of a chair and pulls it out,
busy in the process of pulling off his snug gloves and functional helmet,
dropping them with a clatter on the table. Chair in place, he sinks into
it, and favours Alyssa, who did the same for him, with a crooked and
friendly grin, "Evening, Alyssa," He says, agreeably, "How're you and
Adonith?"

Alyssa lifts her shoulder and lowers them in an eloquent shrug. "He, I
fear, is bored and beginning to fret over the cold. He has never liked the
snow. How are you and Vidarth?"

M'rgan lifts a hand in greeting to R'val, only then noticing that he's
still got his gloves on. As he starts to tug off the damp leather he
returns to his conversation with Kassima. "Ah, sure. It's a compliment." As
soon as he has his glove off of his right hand he's shaking his forefinger
at her. "Now you know that I never meant to get him a rattle. He just took
it and that Smith journeyman was eyeing me. So what choice did I have?"

R'val kicks his feet up in an abandon of relaxation, crossing heavy booted
feet at the ankles. Raven-haired skull reclining on his hands crossed
behind his head, he smiles lazily at Alyssa, "Vidarth is well, and quite
satiated from his afternoon meal. The cold bothers him as well, but not
with warm blood running through that gross stomach of his." He waves an
un-gloved hand at M'rgan informally, seeming quite relaxed.

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Ye gods, my poses are long tonight."

As she stirs a bit of shredded cheese into her mashed tubers, Alyssa
comments softly but warmlyn, "Now, no speaking ill of that sweet blue of
yours, R'val."

Kassima laughs, shaking her forefinger right back at Mart. "So you say, but
how do I know that I can believe it? Even I heard the rumors of your
reputation as a prankster back at Ruatha, and I can just see you thinking,
'Hmmm, this will allow Kyril to make Kassi's life a living nightmare. How
could I possibly say nay?'" With a wink, she lifts her mug of cider in a
silent toast to something-or-other. "As to the compliment, well, I suppose
there're less flattering beasts t'be compared to. Wrigglers, mayhaps, or
trundlebugs."

R'val laughs softly and affectionately, casting a glance out at the bowl,
dark eyes turned inward briefly, "He knows how I feel," He remarks, softly,
"And that nothing I say ill of him would ever be meant ill. Silly beast
that he is," He pronounces with a smile warmer than the weather, before
turning his attention to a mug, the klah, and the process of blending the
two into something he can drink.

M'rgan leans back in his chair, lifting the front legs a few fingers off of
the cavern floor. "Would /I/ spend good marks? Even for a prank? I don't
think so." His blue eyes run up and down Kassi's form, hesitating several
times at her belly. "Trundlebug, hmm?"

Alyssa comments in that subtle tone she prefers, "Interesting how I don't
have those teasing words for my dragon, though most every rider I know
likes to call his or her dragon 'lump' or some other disparaging term."

R'val taps a long finger against his square jaw and shrugs broad shoulders
in Alyssa's direction with a feckless smile, "Well, we all have our quirks,
Alyssa, some people don't have quirks that most people do have. Tis life."

Alyssa nods, though she adds, "But it just never seemed to fit Adonith. Not
even a pet name, like Ad, or Addy...some diminutive."

R'val smiles at Alyssa unconcernedly, but he does nod, "To each dragon
their own. I don't have a pet name for Vidarth either, actually, I only
call him Vidarth."

Kassima supplies helpfully to Lys, "One rider I saw at Igen when Jazmin was
bringing me back on Search called hers a blue beach bum." Turning back to
M'rgan, she hrms, expression thoughtful. "Weeeell... mayhaps nay," she
admits. "Nay you; you're even worse now than I used t'be about marks.
Trundlebug *would* be an unflattering beast t'be compared to, wouldn't you
think? Perhaps a tunnelsnake would be worse, but I'm nay quite certain even
of that."

As Kassi mentions tunnelsnakes, M'rgan's grin flares into a brightness that
rivals Rukbat at midday. Now there's the perfect animal to describe Kassima.

Benden Weyr> Kassima gives Mart a sound kerthwapping. :P :)

Benden Weyr> R'val grins evilly. But he's so right ;)

Kassima eyes Mart's solar flare of a grin with some suspicion, possibly
getting the idea that she's just been mentally zinged. "What did I say?"

"Nothing. Nothing," M'rgan remarks in a harried voice. He sucks his cheeks
in, giving them a sharp bite to take some of the brightness out of his
grin. "I was just thinking about something, that's all. How're you doing?"
he asks, deftly trying to change the subject.

R'val taps his chin with one finger, glancing at M'rgan as he parries
Kassima's suspicious eyeing. He grins behind his klah mug, enjoying the
verbal fencing.

Kassima doesn't look like she buys that for an instant, but she lets it
pass for the moment. Grinning wryly at the question, she answers, "I'm
doing well enough, if'n y'don't count the fatigue, inability to sleep,
shortness of breath, and other such symptoms. 'Tis grateful that I am that
m'duties keep me busy now, because with being awake for all of the day and
most of the night, I've naught but gratitude for something t'do. Last
night's activity was packing, a'course, and *that* actually wore me out
enough that I got some sleep--wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles. And
what of you? How's Wingseconding been treating you, and parenting been
treating both you and Kena?"

Alyssa falls silent once more, eating slowly and in small bites the tubers,
greens, mushrooms, and legumes on her plate. From her posture, she appears
to be listening to the others but not contributing.

"Packing?" M'rgan asks as tilts his head to the side, scratching at an itch
on the side of his neck. "It keeps up busy. I just got lucky having a
candlemark or two to visit here today. Between her duties and mine...well,
there's not enough time in the day. How about you? What are you going to do
about..." He cocks his head towards her protruding belly.

Kassima bobs her head once in affirmation. "Aye, packing--Meli invited me
to move in with her and T'lar until the spawn's born, y'see." Following the
brownrider's glance to her abdomen, she shrugs. "About the kid after 'tis
born? Well, I'd figured on shanghaing one of m'cousins from down at
Greystones to help me out--she's always wanted to live at the Weyr, and
that suffices to confirm her dementia in m'mind."

Benden Weyr> Kassima waffles to J'lor and T'gar. :)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa hugs the two wonderful brownriders.

Benden Weyr> T'garrick waves. "Hi, everyone."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa swoons. He waved. Swoon.

Benden Weyr> J'lor hey there's happily.

Benden Weyr> R'val waves to T'gar, and noggles J'lor.

Benden Weyr> M'rgan acks. I have to go.

Benden Weyr> Kassima awwws and snugs a brownie. Thanks for dropping by. :)

Benden Weyr> J'lor's fearsome reputation scares away yet another Bendenite
for the evening.

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Later M'rgan."

M'rgan stands up in a hurry, giving Kassima an apologetic smile. "Scuse me.
Ulie needs something."

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

Benden Weyr> Alyssa hugs that wonderful brownrider too.

Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "people never swoon at me."

Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "it might be time for another image change"

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "What do you mean J'lor??"

Benden Weyr> T'garrick says, "Maybe you'll be cuter when you're older too,
J'lor."

Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "picture this: J'lor, tall, dark, suave, long foo,
intriguing pants. Chiselled features, bronzed skin. He's mysterious...
girl's can't understand him, and it turns them on."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "J'lor is terribly cute, but he's not T'gar.
T'gar has that ... that ... swoonability. He and F'hlan have it. Swooooooon."

Benden Weyr> Kassima understands you perfectly, J'lor. That's what scares
her. ;) You have it too, Lys!

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Nope, not me. I'm not Distinguished, like they
are. Also not male. :)"

Kassima watches Mart go with a smile and a wave, then chuckles. "Seems he's
always dashing off. I wonder why his face lit up when 'twas saying that
about trundlebugs and tunnelsnakes?"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Guys need someone to swoon at too. ;)"

Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "well... I guess I'm not very swoon-overable."

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Alyssa, I have three words guaranteed to make you
swoon."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Oh?"

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Mel better not be one of them. :)"

Benden Bowl> In the skies above, The rainly lightly falling around you
begins to taper off, and in a few moments it stops. The skies remain hidden
by a dark overcast.

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Mel? :)"

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "OH yes, Gibson. No, not the short Aussie. :)"

Benden Weyr> R'val says three words to Alyssa. "Methos In Boxers."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa swoooooooooons.

Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "Methos?"

Benden Weyr> R'val knew it.

Benden Weyr> Kassima peers at R'val, and doesna understand. She also doesna
think she wants to. ;)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "He has such a nice body."

Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "hey how does one attain a swooooonable quality?"

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Yeah yeah. Well, in the scene where he's in his
boxers I was more interested in the dress Amanda was wearing. ;) Have you
seen that episode yet, Lys?"

Benden Weyr> R'val notes, to Kassi and the Fearsome One, it's a Highlander
thing :)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "No, Uri. I keep telling you this. So shush. :)"

Benden Weyr> R'val grr. Hurry up and see it, I wanna gab about it with you :)

Kassima drums her fingers idly as she listens to the silence, slowly
draining her cider mug to the dregs. "So, Lys," she says finally, when she
just can't take the peace and quiet anymore. "How d'you fare? Is Garant
still plaguing you?"

Alyssa blinks rapidly and looks away from her table. "Hmm? What's that,
Kassima?"

J'lor comes in from the bowl.

J'lor strides gauntly into the room, his hands in his rider's jacket pockets.

Kassima chuckles and speaks up a bit, "'Twas asking how you fare, and
whether Garant's still making a pest of himself with you?" She waves over
to the gauntly-striding J'lor.

R'val looks up to wave to J'lor, eyeing his chin carefully.

Several of the lower cavern girls chat amongst themselves... "I never
thought him so handsome before... but there's something about his face...
his chin, maybe?... that just makes me melt."

"Oh, Garant's fine," Alyssa replies as she sits back from her meal. "Thank
you."

J'lor gives Kassima, R'val and Alyssa a very macho wave.

Kassima quirks up a grin at the other Wingsecond. "Is he, now? Well,
well... will miracles never cease. And here I thought he'd be a sadist all
of his days. Whatever are you thanking me for? Surely nay for showing some
curiousity and interest in the well-being of a friend?"

Alyssa smiles as she waves briefly to J'lor. "What else, Kassima?"

Kassima chuckles and smiles warmly back at Lys. "Oh, but y'know there're
hardly thanks needed for that. It should be I thanking you for parting with
the information."

J'lor hmms.

"I'm well enough," Kassi replies, leaning back in her chair and steepling
her fingers over her own abdomen. "It's been nay quite eight months, so the
Healers say 'twill nay likely be all that long now, though they tell me
'twould be more likely that I'd deliver late than early with this being the
first. I must say that though I'm more than a bit anxious about this, I'll
be glad t'be able t'get back to work in full."

Alyssa hmmms. "I wonder. The period after the birth is very nice, you know."

J'lor nods, rubbing his own stomach. "I can hardly believe all this comes
from nothing. My Healer says that in a while I should start showing, and
then it'll be pretty rapid from there." He nods from Alyssa. "So I've
heard... I'm looking forward to experiencing my as yet unreleased maternal
side."

R'val peers at J'lor oddly, "Your..maternal side?"

J'lor pokes R'val, "was a joke," he explains.

Kassima inclines her head as she inquires of Alyssa, "How so? I'd be
grateful for aught you could tell me, Lys... all of this promises t'be
rather a new experience for me." She suddenly swivels her head about to
peer at J'lor in surprise. "Y'mean the Water's *finally* worked on a... oh,
'twere jesting."

R'val phews, "Good thing, J"lor...You pregnant is a fearsome thought indeed!"

Alyssa glances sideways at J'lor, shrugs a bit, and answers Kassima with a
small smile. "After nine months with the baby, Kassima...leaving him or her
behind is not so easy as you might think."

J'lor peers at Alyssa and Kassima.

J'lor says "well, obviously you two have a lot to talk about, sorry for
interfering."

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

Kassima blinks after J'lor. "What was that about?" she wonders, before
shrugging as she turns back to Lys. "Easy or nay, there'll still be
something good about having m'old work and freedoms back t'me. If'n I never
have t'see the Wings assembling for Fall without me again, 'twill be too
sharding soon."

Alyssa nods. "That's understandable." She looks toward the direction J'lor
took, frowns, and rises to take her plate toward the sink.

Kassima sighs, casting another glace after J'lor herself. "Mayhaps we
should change the topic... so, has anyone heard any news or gossip from the
outside world of late?"

"I'm very bad at gossip," Alyssa admits with a sigh.

Kassima smiles faintly up at Lys. "Well, 'tis all right... any news would
do. I hear a few things still, from Lysseth's conversations with other
dragons and visitors, but I rather feel like I'm out of touch with how
things are out of the Weyr. R'val, did you see the Igen Hatching? I've been
meaning to ask, how did that go?"

R'val blinks out of his own thoughts, swivelling his head about to train
his gaze on Kassima, "Pardon?" He says blankly, then awareness floods his
face, "Ah! The Igen hatching. Aye, I did see it. It went smoothly, although
towards the end one poor lad was raked by a bronze most nastily."

Alyssa winces a bit. "I didn't hear that at all. Dear, that always seems to
happen."

Kassima winces faintly, but nods. "That happens... quite a bit, in fact.
'Tis why Candidates are told how important 'tis t'dodge. Did anyone we'd be
apt to know of Impress?"

R'val shakes his head, "No one I was familiar with Impressed on Igen's
sands this time."

"I hated missing it," says Alyssa with true regret.

"I thought I'd heard that Taira Impressed a brown... she was here for a
time, and brought Ofira all those kiwi from the South. Quite a nice lass, I
thought." To Lys, she nods somberly. "As did I; I hate missing any
Hatchings, in very truth."

R'val blinks owlishly, "How could I forget!" He exclaims, "Aye, Taira
Impressed, to a brown."

Alyssa's eyes unfocus for a moment, then she shrugs. "I don't remember a
Taira..."

Kassima notes, "She was only here for a few days... I happened to talk with
her in the Cavern one evening, 'tis all, else I'd likely fail to remember
her m'self."

Rising, Alyssa announces quietly, "I'm going to turn in, I think...F'nar
ought to be finished with reports. Good night, you two."

R'val favours Alyssa with a lazy smile and a wave, "G'devening to you, Lys."

Kassima nods, looking up at the Wingsecond and waving to her at the same
time. "G'night, m'friend. Be well, sleep well, and dream well."

Lysseth> Juliath backwings for a landing.

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

Lysseth> Lysseth warbles a greeting to her arriving clutchsister, before
extending her muzzle to rumble quietly to Alyssa as well.

Lysseth> Astride Juliath, Meli gives Juliath a gently scritch, shifts her
clothes back out of their twisted position, a result of her dismount, and
heads into the cavern.

Lysseth> Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to
the ground, giving her a gentle caress.

Lysseth> Meli smiles when she spots Alyssa, giving her a wave and moving
closer, carefully. "Evenin', 'lys. Headin' up?"

Lysseth> Alyssa scritches Lysseth, calls a quiet greeting to Vidarth, and
smiles wearily at Meli. "Evening. Yes...I was up first thing this morning,
before dawn, to patch up poor Villamenth...if he'd only leave the numbweed
be..."

Lysseth> Meli nods, smiling gently at her friend. "Well, get yourself a
good night's sleep, neh? You deserve it, I'd guess."

Lysseth> Alyssa smiles fondly at the other greenrider. "You too. G'night."

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

Lysseth> Adonith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

Meli walks in from the bowl.

Meli walks in, fairly spritely, and heads towards the table, bypassing the
food. "Evenin', folks."

R'val waves amiably, "Evenin', Meli."

Kassima smiles broadly over at her friend, lifting one hand in a wave.
"G'deve, Meli. Look here at what Mart brought for me!" She holds up the
brown stuffed dragon to display it, smile widening even further.

Meli grins. "Ooh, tha's cute! Same pattern's mine, d'you think?"

Kassima chuckles. "Perhaps, though I don't think 'tis exactly the same... I
think he said that this one is Juliath's work. Certainly adorable though,
'tis nay?" Turning her attention from the toy to Meli, she asks with a
grin, "How fares it with you?"

Meli rests her hand on her stomach, in an unconscious gesture, and sighs
slightly. "Oh, fine, I miss T'lar. Sooner we move y'up to th'weyr, sooner
I'll stop bein' so lonely."

Julaina's work, even.

R'val cocks an eyebrow at Meli, "You miss T'lar? Where has he gone?" He asks.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa was VERY impressed with Meli's dragon.

Benden Weyr> Kassima grins at Lys. Well, if I can refer to you as Lysseth
by accident, I can claim that Juliath made a stuffed dragon. :P :)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa should be a dragon, ICly.

Benden Weyr> <Meli> Juliath << I can do anything. I am Green and Benden. >>

Kassima nods, smiling faintly. "Aye... I think I can sympathize, though
'tis hard t'concentrate on loneliness with the Swarm always chirping in
m'ears. I did some packing up of clothes and things yestereve, since I
couldn't sleep anyway... too hard t'get comfortable, y'know."

Benden Weyr> <J'lyn> Lorieth: << You go, sisterfriend! >>

Benden Weyr> <Kassima> Lysseth grabs a mic and sings, << I am Benden, hear
me roar; I am too green to ignore! And I glow too much to go back and
prete-e-end.... >> Shoot her now. ;)

Benden Weyr> J'lyn thinks that Kassi sometimes has waaaaaaaaaaay too much
free time...

"Good, good," Meli replies. "An' we've Uri here t'help load an' unload.
Could at least get y'settled in a new bed an' couch t'night, an' do the
rest in bits over th'next few days, neh?"

Benden Weyr> Kassima hees. It took me two seconds to think of that. I scare
myself sometimes. :P :)

Benden Weyr> Meli says, "Especially now that school's out..."

R'val blinkblinkblinks. THey do? He looks at the bowl door consideringly.

K'tyn walks in from the bowl.

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

Kassima nods, pushing her chair back from the table. "Aye, sounds good...
you'll have t'tell me what t'take; it's been a bit since 'twas last in your
weyr t'see how much room there really is."

"You /did/ offer t'help, Uri," Meli says over her shoulder as she rises,
then sketches a salute to the weyrleader. In colored pencil, since the
charcoal smudges.

R'val salutes towards the weyrleader amiably and nods, "S'true, Meli, I
did." he replies, "And I'm here to do just that."

K'tyn raises his hand for the salutes he knows are coming. "Greetings,
friends," he says quietly, moving to sit in the newly relocated Kitchen
Table that's no longer by the kitchen.

Kassima shifts in her chair, both to get up and to snap off a sharp salute
to the Weyrleader. "G'deve, sir. And aye, R'val, y'did... don't worry,
m'stuff's nay *that* heavy."

And indeed the girls do, sliding their hemlines up and *other* things
lower, they gather around K'tyn lustily.

K'tyn smiles quietly, filling a mug of ale. He gapes at the girls, turning
a brilliant shade of red. "Ah...Say, Need anyone else to help, ah, Kassi?"
he asks hopefully.

Benden Weyr> Meli laughs at the spoofer.

Benden Weyr> J'cob bows

Benden Weyr> K'tyn grins.:) That was funny! Ya'll just embarrassed poor
Kiat to death.:)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Night, Benden."

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "My speciality. After all, I can't torture *just*
Ofira."

Benden Weyr> K'tyn waves to Lys, "Seeya later!"

Kassima tries very hard not to laugh at Kiat's coterie of groupies, and
simply grins instead with a nod to him. "Certes! The more the merrier,
y'know, if'n y'don't mind a bit of loading and unloading. How much depends
on what we decide t'take."

"D'you think," Meli intones, "your 'lizards'll stay in th'old weyr,
hopefully?"

R'val chortles quietly as he sips his klah, "Well, I'm here."

K'tyn slams his ale, masterfully tossing the mug to a nearby drudge. "Ah,
well, I'm all for it, then! Shall we? I need some running and hauling
about, after sitting these last few days." He looks at Meli, then grins
cheekily. "Ah, now you mean you wouldn't want that fair of hers in your weyr?"

Kassima shakes her head at Meli. "Nay all of 'em, though most of 'em will
just flit in and out rather than staying... and will probably spend nights
in m'weyr. But Kyril, Zabre, Quixote, Rhiannon, Kinte, Kimrel, and Kechara
at least will be apt to hang about."

Meli nods, both to the WL and to Kassi. "Good, I c'n deal w'that many, I
think. An' yeh, let's get started 'fore it gets much later."

Kassima laughs and nods to Kiat. "Aye! Meli, does it sound good t'you that
we should start now? With a Weyrleader and a bluerider to help us, surely
'twill be naught but a snap." She snaps her fingers, just for emphasis.

Emlyn walks in from the bowl.

R'val favours Emlyn with a warm smile as she enters, waving, "Evening, Emlyn."

Emlyn has her jacket hanging open. She gets herself a meal, then comes over
to where her friends are sitting. Seeing the weyrleader, the young
greenrider directs a proper salute his direction. "Evening, Friends."

Meli smiles at Emlyn as she enters, and moves a few steps towards the bowl
entrance before pausing. "Hmm, how should w'do this? Load up th'dragons
w'some straps contraption or somethin'?"

K'tyn grins at Kassima. "A snap? Well, mayhap not quite so easily, but.."
he trails off, grinning at Emlyn, and with a somewhat resigned sigh,
returns her salute with one of his own. "Heya Em." He looks at Meli. "I've
still the sling I made for redecoratin' my weyr--that can take A LOT of
things. Or some big things."

Kassima waves to Emlyn with a smile in the younger greenrider's direction,
while following after Meli. "Mayhaps... Kiat-sir, d'you still have those
straps you used to tote things up when you were redecorating--aigh, get
*out* of m'head!"

Lysseth> Jaralth backwings for a landing.

Meli grins. "Ah, good. I think, a lot of small things?" with an inquiring
glance at Kassi.

Lysseth> K'ti dismounts from Jaralth's neck, sliding down his extended
foreleg gracefully to the ground. A large blue head swings around to watch
her with softly whirling blue eyes.

Emlyn pauses. "You're hauling equipment?" she asks generally.

R'val nods, "That sounds very helpful, K'tyn!"

Lysseth> Vidarth rumblerumbles to K'ti.

Lysseth> Pleiath lifts her head to peer at the newcoming blue. She welcomes
him with a low-pitched rumble.

Lysseth> K'ti gives Jaralth a gentle scritch then offers a grin to Vidarth.
"G'afternoonish t'ye too."

Lysseth> Vidarth chuffs K'ti.

Kassima nods to Meli. "A fire-lizard perch or two... mayhaps one chair,
if'n there's room... aye, Emlyn--well, furniture would be more precise. I'm
relocating t'Meli and T'lar's weyr temporarily."

K'tyn laughs at Kassi, saying no more, though he does burp, suddenly. That
Ale he drank so quickly is getting its revenge.

Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles cordially to K'ti, from where she's stationed next
to the Living Cavern.

Lysseth> K'ti pushes that nose away, "ack! Don' tell me, he's been teachin
ya chuffin too?" She's grinning though, ear to ear.

Kassima politely ignores the burping of the Weyrleader, perhaps figuring
that drawing attention to it would not only be unnecessary but against
formal protocol.

Benden Weyr> Kassima sorries for that pose... I just couldn't resist. ;)

"Right, wha' she said," Meli says to Emlyn, gesturing at Kassi. With a
slightly sly glance, she adds, "Want t'help?"

Benden Weyr> K'tyn giggles.:) Sorry, I am feeling silly, but I realized
what would happen if someone drank 12 or so ounces of ale at once...;)

Lysseth> K'ti pulls her jacket closer and says, "Anythin goin on in there,
Lysseth?"

Emlyn nods. "I'd be glad to help, Meli, Kassima." She doesn't ask -why- the
greenrider wants to move.

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "Thud. Ale ail."

Benden Weyr> Kassima giggles and doesn't mind. ;) It just amuses me. :)

Lysseth> Lysseth inclines her head, and peers into the room for a brief
moment. Her rumble when she looks back could possibly be construed as
affirmative.

Lysseth> K'ti pulls her helmet off and shakes her hair loose, chuckling for
a moment then heading towards that cavern, "figured... think I'll see in
'ere too."

Kassima grins broadly, picking up her brown stuffed dragon. "Marvelous!
That makes a greenrider, a bluerider, and a Weyrleader all to help us. What
more could we possibly need?" With that cheery thought, she meanders out of
the LC, whistling something unidentifyable.

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

Benden LC> K'tyn nods at Emlyn. "Not like these ladies should strain
themselves, burdened as they are, hm?"

Meli comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

R'val comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

K'tyn comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

Benden LC> Emlyn agrees with K'tyn and offers to let the cord-heavy
bronzerider precede her. He's the weyrleader after all.

Kassima steps aside just in time to avoid running into K'ti as she ambles
out of the Cavern, holding a stuffed dragon. "Oh, heyla, K'ti! G'devening
t'you."

Emlyn comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

K'ti stops short an says, "Kassi... y'were prolly right, Lysseth. G'evenin
t'ya"

Benden Weyr> K'tyn must leave.:/ Darn eating schedule. :/ I am not sure if
I will be back, so, rp what you will with Kiat moving things about and
being generally helpful.

Meli follows along close behind Kassi, looking not unlike her twin in their
matching maternity tunics, giving the north bowl a sort of 'stuck between
two bloated bookends' appearance.

Benden Weyr> R'val hugs K'tyn.

Benden Weyr> K'tyn grimaces. :) I WILL get used to this!:) SNUGS all.

Kassima chuckles over at Lys, then looks back to her blueriding friend and
smiles. "Forgive me for almost running into you back there. We're off
t'move some furniture, y'see." As she says this, Lysseth gets to her feet
and walks over until she's just beside her rider, probably blocking the LC
entrance in the process.

K'ti pauses then turns about to pursue. "Kassi, d'ya think that's such a
good idea? I mean, wi'yer condition an all?"

Emlyn takes a look at her dragon's straps while waiting for the crowd to move.

Kassima grins and jerks her thumb back in the direction of R'val, Emlyn,
and Kiat. "That's why we've recruited some help, y'see. You're welcome to
assist, if'n y'care to, though a'course we wouldn't ask it of you...." She
steps up onto her dragon's foreleg, starting the process of climbing up
onto Lysseth's neck, which takes awhile these days.

Meli chuckles. "Tha's th'whole point, we're movin' her in w'me and T'lar,
so she's not all by herself in her weyr. An' we have all this wonderful
help..." she trails off as Kassi explains.

R'val crosses his arms over his chest with a grin as he is indicated, "I'd
be glad to help, I said it, and tis so!"

Meli climbs smoothly up Juliath's extended foreleg and settles herself
between the neck ridges, as the green gives a welcome rumble from deep in
her throat.

K'ti grins then nods, "Now that sounds like an idea... though iffin I could
help, I would. I'm jus headin down here t'get a little bite to eat an
somethin fer Kyt's teethin.

R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto the
little blue's back and straightening. He pets his lifemate's head once as
Vidarth rumbles excitedly, ready to fly.

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.

<*> Emlyn pauses before mounting Pleiath. "Is there room on your ledge for
all these dragons, Kassima?"

Kassima nods down to K'ti as she settles herself into place, with a smile.
"Well, thankee anyway, m'friend. I suggest the cheese-bread--'tis truly
fine t'night." Glancing over at the others, she calls, "Ready whenever you
are! And aye, Emlyn--Lyss has a big ledge, and I'll ask her to come inside
and curl up on the couch to save some space. There's room for two in the
couch, actually, and two or three on the ledge if'n they're willing to
crowd in a bit, so all should be well."

<*> Astride Juliath, Meli smiles at Emlyn. "Good question.. p'rhaps we
should split up, have some help with th'loadin', an' some w'me to help
clear a path in my weyr an' help with th'unloadin?" But then Kassi answers,
and she shrugs with a smile.

Benden Weyr> K'ti would come up, except she's hoping to leave from work
shortly...

<*> K'ti walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

<*> From Vidarth's back, R'val nods towards Meli, yelling over, "That
sounds like a sensible plan."

Benden Weyr> Meli says, "Leaving work is definitely a Good Thing <tm>"

Kassima grins over at Meli. "Well, that'd like as nay help keep things from
getting too crowded to even move about."

Benden Weyr> K'ti nodnods, definately. Leaving work before dark is even
better :)

<*> Emlyn uses Pleiath's forelimb as a step and seats herself between the
green's neckridges.

Benden Weyr> Kassima grins and snugs K'ti. :)

<*> On Pleiath, Emlyn motions for Kassima to lead the way.

Kassima nods and gives Lyss a light nudge, automatically checking the
green's airspace before signalling her towards the skies.

<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

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

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

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

Juliath backwings for a landing.

Vidarth backwings for a landing.

From the air, Pleiath makes a circle around the bowl to give Lysseth time
to clear the ledge for the dragons following her.

Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to the
ground, giving her a gentle caress.

Lysseth strides gracefully to her couch, where she curls up to allow more
room for the others. Kassima asks, "All right... where shall we begin, then?"

R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch.

Lysseth> Pleiath senses that Lysseth rumbles, << There should be room
enough to land now, I think. >>

R'val crackes his knuckles and glances at the room consideringly.

Meli glances about, standing with her hands on her hips, or close enough to
then. "Well, which ones d'you need t'take, Kassi? Let's collect 'em all,
an' see which will go best in th'slings t'gether."

Pleiath backwings for a landing.

Kassima hrms, tapping her chin as she turns about to consider each perch.
"That one," she says finally, pointing to the tiered perch she won at a
Ruathan Gather. "And that one, there--two should be enough, since the rest
can perch on Lyss. Think there might be room for this chair?" She pats her
beloved and time-worn blue chair as a more normal person might pat their
long-time pet canine.

Pleiath looks around with curiosity, like a child entering a beasthold for
the first time.

Emlyn slides down Pleiath's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps to the
ground.

Meli sniffs, rubs her hand along her chin, tilts her head, and then nods.
"Should be fine, I think. Th'side weyr's through a narrower passage, but
it's not /too/ narrow."

Kassima adds, pointing to a fairly neat stack of boxes--hrm, no wonder the
room is less cluttered, "Those are the clothes and whatnay... I think I can
leave most of m'knickknacks here, don't you? And the paintings and such.
'Tis nay as though 'twill be all that long a'fore I'm back here."

Meli nods, grinning. "Not too long, neh."

R'val leans back against Vidarth, crossing his arms over his chest as he
listens, unspeaking, ready to move when asked, but having no idea how to
plan this.

Kassima considers, then amends, "But I would like m'old footstool, since
'twill like as nay come in handy. Guess there's nay point in taking the
wine cabinet or knife rack...." She looks at these two items of furniture
rather wistfully. "The press, though, will likely have t'go. Aught else?"

"Might want t'bring th'cradle, since you'll likely want t'stay settled
th'first few days,neh?" Meli replies.

Kassima nods, "Excellent point. And the quilt, as well as the baby clothing
that Alea brought for me and the slings. I didn't think there'd be this
much to move, but it certes does stack up... still, it shouldn't be too
much trouble for all of us. Right?" She smiles hopefully at R'val and Emlyn.

R'val glances consideringly from the greenriders, to his straps, where he
attaches several handy pouches, long and leather, to hold goods.

Emlyn snaps her fingers. "I'll go get that set of sturdy straps I've been
working on for Pleiath. Be right back. They're cargo straps."

Emlyn uses Pleiath's forelimb as a step and seats herself between the
green's neckridges.

Pleiath turns in a tight circle to face the sky. The ledge is big, but not
big enough for her to jaunt around carelessly.

Pleiath spreads her wings and leaps from Lysseth's ledge.

Kassima waves after Emlyn as the young greenrider departs, then turns to
Meli, with a wry grin. "Well, I think that's everything. Chair, clothes,
cradle, smaller table, slings, and two perches... nay so very bad. What
shall we take on the first load, and who gets what?"

Meli hrms again, then replies, "Take th'heavier stuff first, in case our
helpers get tired?"

R'val helpfully speaks up, "I'll take anything that's terribly heavy, so
you two needn't strain yourselves."

Meli smiles at R'val. "Thanks, that's great." She moves over towards the
assembled pile, finding a relatively light item to shift towards the dragons.

R'val grabs one of the heavier items, a chair, and grunts, tugging it
towards Vidart.

Kassima smiles over at R'val. "Thankee! I could wish all riders were as
helpful as you...." Like Meli, she sets to work on the light stuff; both
fire-lizard perches get strapped to Lysseth within fairly short order.

R'val grunts, as he tugs the item towards Vidarth, then attempts to secure
it to his straps, "Anything for two heavily pregnant friends..."

Meli deposits her item carefully on Juliath, then heads back, checking the
weight of the press. "Th'two of us t'gether might be able t'carry this,
Kassi."

Kassima opens her mouth to reply to that, then shuts it with a snap;
judging by Lysseth's amused rumble, though, it's probably for the better
that she refrained. "Aye, Meli...." She gets around to one side of the
press, starting to lift it up and nodding for Meli to do the same.

Meli lifts her end smoothly, from the knees, which is an amazing feat
considering the press quickly bumps up against her belly. "Oof. Good thin'
it's not a long walk!"

"A good thing indeed," Kassi oofs, having the same problem. "Let's just get
it over to whichever dragon's closest, eh?"

R'val moves a few other smaller items to Vidarth,a s well as one larger
chair and announces, "That's it for him this trip, I'm afraid..."

Meli nods, huffing slightly as she crab walks towards Lysseth. "Thanks...
puff... Uri."

R'val moves towards Meli, moving at her side, "Need a hand with your own
weight?" he asks with a slight grin.

Kassima nods quickly over her shoulder to R'val. "That's most of the
clothes, I think, which leaves one of the greens t'take the press and the
other the table, plus whatever boxes are left... I think it can be done in
one trip. Thanks, R'val...." She does, of course, similarly crabwalk and
gasp for breath during all of this, until they finally reach her dragon.
"Okay, now to get this *up* there...."

"Ooof, help!" Meli calls, as she tries to lever the press up towards the
straps.

R'val hurries to Meli's side and levers along with her, "Here!"

The press eventually gets strapped up onto Lysseth, with the efforts of all
three riders. It does not, in fact, take very long to get everything
indicated as being on the travel-list packed up between the efforts of the
various riders.

Kassima sighs as Lyss gets to her feet, testing out the weight of the
various accoutrements strapped to her. "Lysseth says she's fine," the rider
reports. "Are you two ready?"

Meli nods, checking Juliath's load as well, then starting the now familiar
process of hiking up to the green's ridges in stages, rather than one quick
movement.

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.

<*> Meli climbs smoothly up Juliath's extended foreleg and settles herself
between the neck ridges, as the green gives a welcome rumble from deep in
her throat.

<*> R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto the
little blue's back and straightening. He pets his lifemate's head once as
Vidarth rumbles excitedly, ready to fly.

<*> From Vidarth's back, R'val hikes onto Vidarth's back, strapping himself
in, "Ready?"

Kassima straps on those peculiar leg-cuffs that serve in lieu of a belt for
her, and settles carefully into place. Lyss makes no protest of the excess
weight, and ambles out towards the ledge. "Ready!" Kassi calls back.

<*> Juliath spreads her wings and leaps from Lysseth's ledge.

<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

You spring from Lysseth's Ledge with one downsweep of your wings, soaring
into the sky above the Northern Bowl.

<*> Juliath flies towards the south end of the bowl.

You fly towards the south end of the bowl.

<*> Juliath lands on Meli and T'lar's Weyr.

You fold your wings and land on the smoothed stone of Juliath and Nicoth's
ledge with a slight thump.

Meli and T'lar's Weyr(#6505RAs)
        Moving into Meli and T'lar's weyr, you glance at your surroundings.
At once, you notice that this weyr isn't an overly large one -- but the
lack of size gives it a comfortable and homey atmosphere. A big, roomy bed
takes up perhaps a fifth of the space where it's tucked away in the corner;
the thick, soft red comforter makes it look like heaven to the weary eye.
Another large section of space holds T'lar's work bench, resting against
the wall and covered with tools, dyes and pieces of hide.
        Aside from the bed and bench, the furniture in here is pretty basic
-- a press here, a chair there, with everything designed primarily for
comfort. Out near the ledge, Juliath and Nicoth's couches, you notice, are
immaculately clean; the sleeping furs that line them look free of any dust
or grime whatsoever. A large tub of oil rests beside Juliath's couch, with
a paddle propped up beside it, for when Juliath demands the pampering that
is her due.
        An elegant vase filled with brilliantly colored and heavenly
scented tropical flowers rests atop one press where it can brighten up the
entire weyr.
Contents:
Juliath
Nicoth(#7847JOaes)
Alluire
Big Comfy Wood-Framed Bed
Vase

<*> Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to the
ground, giving her a gentle caress.

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

Vidarth backwings for a landing.

R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch.

Meli looks out at the long drop to the bowl below.

Juliath pokes her head in, grabbing a few errant souls in her mighty jaws,
carrying them out to drop off her ledge.

R'val clambers down off Vidarth's back and surveys the scene, "Hrm. This is
going to get crowded."

Lysseth crouches down close to the floor of the ledge/weyr as her rider
requests, to make unloading somewhat easier. "Kiat did a good job of
clearing out space," Kassi can't help but notice, glancing into the crack
that leads to the smallish weyr. "The crack's a bit narrow, but so long as
I don't become *quite* as big as a heifer...."

Meli chuckles. "Neh, see tha' crack there?" she says, pointing to the wall
just inside from the ledge and couch area, where a four or five foot wide
gap can be seen. "Leads to another weyr, small but it'll be fine."

Kassima nods to Meli, grinning. "Should suffice for the nonce, I'd say.
We'll have t'borrow a cot, though... there's nay chance that m'bed would
fit through that gap."

Meli nods again. "Good thin', really, since I don' think we could haul tha'
thing over here very easily."

Kassima snorts. "Trust me, we couldn't. I've always considered it a miracle
that Lyss didn't strain her wings hauling it here in the first place, and I
know *I* was sore from helping to heft it for two sevendays after. Well,
anyway, shall we get this stuff unloaded and into the room?"

Without further ado, Meli begins shifting boxes and items off Juliath, into
a pile closer to the crack, then starts hauling things deeper into the
passage. "Jus' need t'crack th'glows..." her voice echoes back.

R'val unhooks the strap on Vidarth that holds the chair and, for a moment,
has it above his body, straining his back. He 'erks' loudly and lowers it
steadily, panting as he puts it to the ground, "Shardin' heavy chair!" He
says.

Kassima manages to unload the perches and boxes from Lyss without much
effort, and even gets the press down--after all, taking things down is
always easier than putting them up in the first place. "Aye--where are some
extras, Meli? And R'val...." She chuckles. "'Tis another heirloom, I'm
afraid. As m'parents' only daughter, and Da the keeper of the cothold, I
got most of the heavy, old furniture that's antique enough to be nice but
that nay anyone else had a use for."

R'val pats the heavy chair, "It is lovely, despite its enormous weight.
Where d'you want it?"

Kassima picks up a stray glowbasket and carries it into the small
side-weyr, manuevering past the rest of the unpacked things. "Um... well,
'twill need t'be getting that cot a'fore we can really judge where
everything should go. But right against that corner there should suffice
for the nonce."

R'val nods in respoesn to that, pushing the chair with a grunt of effort
towards that corner, "It'll do, you're right. The cot..hrm" He glances
consideringly at your personal space.

Kassima glances about the room, and nods. "A cot, furs--I can get a pillow
from m'weyr, and some glow-holders, too. Can't believe we forgot those. But
I'll need more glows from the stores, 'tis for certain, and then there's
all the clothing to unpack...." She sighs, weary but otherwise amused. "And
t'think, I took moving for granted when I first got m'own weyr!"

R'val chuckles, "I don't see how you could, if you had all this stuff to
move in the first place. Faugh, even unpregnant it's a load of work."

Kassima chuckles at R'val. "Ah, but there's the key: I didn't. T'lar
brought m'press up for me when I forgot it in the Barracks initially, I
didn't have this many clothes, nay cradle, and the furniture for the most
part came later... though I did have to drag that bed and chair here.
M'family helped get it onto Lyss, so 'twas nay so very bad. We had to haul
it a distance from the Hold, though... a true pain in the neck, quite
literally."

R'val sits on the chair that he so recently plopped in the corner and
sprawls, nodding faintly to you in thought, "Hmm. And Kieri and I moved our
stuff to our first weyr as a sort of team effort. I had to move a lot in my
own weyr recently as well." He frowns, "What with Tinya being gone."

Kassima settles for sitting on her press, nodding. "Having to move things:
reason number... well, I think I'm too tired to remember the count. 'Tany
rate, I'm for heading down to the Cavern for some cider and a rest a'fore I
see someone about the rest of the furniture. What of you?"

R'val rises from the comfy chair and nods, "Sounds like a plan to me, Kassi."

Kassima slides off the press and heads out to the weyr proper, giving
Lysseth a pat on the neck and murmuring encouraging words to her lifemate.
"I'll rest soon, Lyss, I promise. Shall we, R'val?" With that, she takes
hold of Lysseth's straps and practically hauls herself up into place.

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.

<*> R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto the
little blue's back and straightening. He pets his lifemate's head once as
Vidarth rumbles excitedly, ready to fly.

<*> Vidarth leaps off the ledge.

<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

You leap off the ledge.