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The Quilted Picker-Upper


Date:  May 7, 2004
Place:  Lysseth and Kassima'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:  The second of the Kazy scenes; yes, I know that title's
a stretch, but he was wearing a quilt!  And what could be a better 
pick-me-up for Kassi than her children?  And... and... never mind. 
There really is no justifying it. ;)  Kaswyn has a lot of news for
his mother concerning Jivren (his NPC part-time caretaker) and butts.
All in all, it's probably stuff she'd have been happier not 
knowing. ;)

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The Log:

"Hello?" Thanks to the joys of elevator-y dragons, there's a well-modulated
voice calling from the ledge. There is this to be said for Jivren, he's got
one of those great speaking voices that makes one wish to hand him one of
those phonebooks Pern doesn't have. It doesn't hurt that he's sounding
vastly amused at the moment. The reason for this, on investigation, would
probably prove to be because he has a quilt-swathed small child perched on
his shoulders. Kaswyn has managed to tangle a bed-sized quilt up, with his
tiny fists balled in it, and is...well...flapping, and making unhelpful
dragon-esque sort of noises. Apparently he's a blue-green-red-yellow
dragon. With stars. It's a look. And it's a huge quilt, falling out well
down Jivren's back like a cloak, and more than enough by way of 'wings' for
the grown man to be playing the game, rather than just the small child. "I
uh, brought something I think is yours. Though I -thought- people only came
by one dragon apiece, he's insistent this is where he belongs."

A dusty pine green dragon is using the ledge as a lounging space at the
moment, and she rumbles greetings to the elevator pair. Is the rider's name
M'zak? The arriving passengers, now, they--or at least the quilt-swathed
one up top--get a whuffling instead, which may well muss Jivren's hair too.
She's a dragon. Her muzzle is large. Her control over where whuffles go is
limited. Kassi is saner, and tucked safely inside in the warmth, oiling
fire-lizards. It's a task she's glad to abandon in order to greet the pair,
to the current 'lizard's lack of delight. "Oh-ho, you've discovered our
secret! I'm nay really *supposed* t'have a second dragon; the Weyrleaders
would be miffed at me, really, but he followed me home one day and I just
had t'keep him... but," she says, looking the two up and down with
decidedly amused eyes, "he appears t'have grown some since I saw him last.
Goodness. You're going t'eat me out of house and home now, Kaswynth. Or is
it Kaswynthjivrenth now?" Kaswynthjivrenth, clearly, needs to have a clutch
with Tzaneglorth.

And Kaswyn, at least, seems to think this whuffling is entertaining, not to
mention standard operating procedure. "Hi Lysseth! I'm a dragon now too!"
Only not. Still, he's smugly proud of this achievement, at least. 

Jivren is a little less sanguine about the presence of pointy dragon teeth,
but he doesn't seem overly alarmed, either. He's starting to get the hang
of this whole toothed and tailed idea. He has to look amused at your
reaction, and adds a sort of nod in greeting. It's limited, what with the
kiddo and all. "Hah, no, I'm just providing a lift, lest Kaswynth here trip
on his wings," he explains, with one of those bright grins. He scoops the
small boy down, setting him on his feet. "Though I think he's the only one
warm on this day. This weather, I swear, I thought they were making up
horror stories before. But if this is only fall still, goodness."

"Lysseth says, if'n you're a dragon now, would you bring her back a wherry
next time you go to the Feeding Grounds? She's feeling a mite peckish."
After relating this, Kassi fires a Look out towards the door. "That is
*lazy*, beast." Guess how much Lysseth cares? In fact, from the laughing
tone beneath her rumble, she's amused by this whole deal. "Ah, now, that
makes good sense. Little dragons do so oft trip on their wings. And what
lovely wings you have, Kazy-love! All the bronzes will be jealous. They'll
probably pout." There's an image. Turning her attention back to Jivren, she
offers a wry grin as well as a greeting nod. "Even coming from Benden, this
was nay treat, and I'd had time t'get a *bit* used t'snow and sleet at
least. Nigh on Turnover as 'tis, the real winter should be picking up soon
now. Y'might want t'bid your fingers and toes a last fond farewell. Has
m'wee dragon here caused any trouble?"

Kaswyn gives the request serious though. He looks at Lysseth Then himself.
Dragon. Himself. "I think that might be a -little- hard. It would not want
to come along quietly." Okay wherry, you have the right to remain silent,
anything you squawk will just annoy the heck out of me as I take you to
your incipient doom. He brightens outright, and 'flaps' some more. "They
are very bright. I would pout too, if I had just bronze wings, instead of
these." Flap, flap, flap. Well, at least he'll be tired again tonight. 

Jivren grins again, shaking his head somewhat as he does so. "Doomed, I'm
doomed," he decides. "I -need- my fingers, I do. And hah, no, we managed to
avoid a repeat incident with the puppies, today. And apparently dragons
don't mind lessons, so all was reasonably well. And with this nasty wind, I
was starting to wish -I- had wings to hide in."

"Wings are warm, and useful," Kaswyn feels the need to interject. "Fwoosh!"

Lysseth's eyes only spin the bluer and quicker for this, picking up flecks
of green as her internal mirth becomes harder to suppress. "She *supposes*
she can somehow survive without, then," Kassi translates, with an eye-roll
for impish dragons. "She'll only sigh heartbrokenly a time or two, that's
all. Sometimes methinks Lyss causes less trouble when she's being
*grumpy*... so how much did you make Jivren chase you today, Kaswynth?"
Okay, that? Just sounded really wrong. But since Kassi didn't remotely mean
it that way, she's oblivious, thank goodness. "Invest in very good gloves,
then," she advises Jivren, grin shading to rueful. "A good cloak, too.
Makes a reasonable substitute for wings, except for the whole nay letting
one fly part. But nay, nay, 'tisn't *that* bad. We've survived it ever
winter. Ah, so nay more small animals conveniently escaped? Did the small
children still sing the same song over again today?"

Kaswyn doesn't seem to quite comprehend the horror. He droops a bit, and
then tries to pad over and hug the dragon. This is made somewhat more
complicated by the oversized quilt, but he's -trying-. "Nooo! Lysseth,
don't be all sad! I'll find one, I will. Maybe a little one, because I am
not so very large..." There's a pause, and he peers back up at you, all
confused innocence. "I didn't make him chase me. He just does it anyway."

Jivren is terribly well suited to what he does, as he manages to keep a
wholly straight face throughout this performance. Well, those blue eyes are
perhaps brighter than before, but otherwise, it's an admirable example of
restraint. "It was a fair amount of chasing," he offers, with a flicker of
a smile. "But hey, that kept me warm too, at least. And dragons this size
need to get around a fair bit, anyhow, eh? Although my feet did get at
least a brief break, as one of the Herders came through, and had to be
suitably peppered with questions about puppies." He nods then, wry.
"Gloves, yes, are definitely first on my list. And a cloak seems a wise
idea. Hah, no escapes, thankfully. And I'm afraid yeah, the harpers were on
the same note today. Which, frankly, I don't know if a certain dragon is
going to put up with that -too- much longer without informing certain
harpers that they need to hurry it up," he admits, a little wry.

Awwww. Lysseth has the decency to hide her amusement best she can as she is
hugged, and nuzzles at the little boy's hair and makeshift wings in
reassurance. "She feels much better now, Kazy," Kassi reports, "and
says--*doesn't* she, Lyss--that you don't really need t'bring a wherry,
because she wouldn't want you t'strain those marvelous wings. And a'course
you didn't make him, Kazy," though now she's the amused one. "Hey, is Lyss
the only one who gets hugs today? This seems *singularly* unfair." Jivren
gets a solemn nod. Well, mostly solemn. Her eyes are a little too merry for
true solemnity. "Keeps 'em from getting fat, y'know, which is very
important--there *should* be good clothes left in Stores, with nay
Weyrlings just now t'rob the supply blind. Might nay be in the best colors
this late in the season, mind you. Oh, dear." There's a sigh. "I can't even
blame him. Did track down one of the Harpers this morning,
though--briefly--and talked t'him about moving Kazy up a bit, so if'n they
don't decide t'be stubborn for the sake of being stubborn...."

And Kaswyn seems reasonably reassured, and looks outright relieved at being
informed he needn't fetch livestock. "Okay, whew. Because wherries do not
look like they are especially -friendly-." He scrambles over though, to
pounce on your leg for a hug. It's a very warm hug, even, since he's kind
of hauling along a giant blanket, and so on. "Nooo! Mommas get hugs too,"
he assures. 

Jivren grins outright. "I don't think this one's in any danger of that." He
nods then, thoughtful. "I might want to sneak in now then, before some gold
goes off and scrambling for candidates ensues." He shakes his head
slightly. "I can't blame him either. Hopefully they'll be with you on that.
He's bright, but very young. I don't think he's quite got patience mastered
yet. At this age, if we don't keep him interested...well, being that bright
he can get into a lot of chaos," he decides, wryly amused. "Thus speaks the
man with an all too bright baby brother, from the hand of experience."

"They'd probably screech really loudly," Kassi admits, "mayhaps even more
loudly than your brother, so 'twouldn't be much fun t'fetch one. Even Lyss
would have to admit that." And if Lyss suggests silently that it might help
if the wherry were *dead*, Kassi knows better than to pass that on.
Instead, she quickly wipes the remaining oil from her hands, the better to
bend and attempt to scoop you up into her arms where she can better
*return* the hug. And maybe spin around once to help make those wings flare
for good measure. "I'm terribly relieved t'hear that, dear one; can you
imagine how *deprived* I'd be?" Jivren gets a bright grin. "Aye, he runs it
all off--though his wee brother's nay *that* much less fond of running here
and yon, and he's pudgier than any of the others were at that age, so I
suppose y'never know. Shells blast me if'n I don't know of what you speak.
He's nay the first bright kidlet I've had on m'hands." She hugs a bit
tighter at that. "And I'd *like* t'keep him from painting Uncle Pie's face
like certain of his sisters. What sorts of havoc did your brother wreak?"

Because yeah, Kaswyn would perhaps not be the ideal person to set as
wherry-killer, really. He's a little short for a stormtrooper. And he's all
for being scooped up, and snuggling in, 'wings' and all. "Wheeee!" Spinning
clearly appeals, yes, as does being close to someone generating heat. With
the weather getting colder, he's like a cat. It's a good thing you don't
have a fridge, or he'd find some way to get up on top for naps. 

"Not to mention getting him to hold still for meals? Not as easy as I would
have imagined," Jivren puts in, with a distinctly bemused sort of look.
"Ah, yeah, I suppose there is no way of knowing. And I well imagine you're
acquainted with the idea. Although at least it's never dull. I swear, he
came an arm-length from getting onto the mantle in the teaching room today.
Anywhere high and warm is doomed. I swear, I barely -blinked-." And
Kaswyn's just looking all cute and innocent, too. "Hah, what didn't he do,
might be the better question. He put jam in every instrument he could get
at, one day, after having been informed that good instruments have a sweet
sound. Night. Mare. May I say again, Night. Mare. And we're never going to
let him live it down." He shakes his head, in slow bemusement. "Anyway, the
elevator dragon will be back any moment, and I ought to let you head back
inside, out of this wind."

Enh, Stormtroopers would make bad wherry-killers anyway. 'Only Imperial
Stormtroopers could be this precise' my eye--did those guys ever hit
*anything*? Even once? Kassi whirls around once more for good measure,
laughing, then settles for hugging her erstwhile son and now dragon close.
"Mine now, all mine! I've stolen the amazing multi-color dragon and shall
keep him all t'myself, and be the envy of every other rider on Pern!" If
Lysseth could roll her eyes, she would. Because having *Lysseth* is quite
enough to make one rightly the envy of every other rider! Duh, Kassi!
"Well, *that's* a truth," she agrees wryly with Jivren. "Nay that getting
any kidlet t'sit still for veggies and greens is ever easy. If'n it ever
*does* get dull," and now she's teasing, "just let me know, and I could
sicc some of this one's brothers and sisters on you, too." Oh, irony. Or is
that foreshadowing? "The *mantle*? Kazy-love, you shouldn't get up on the
mantle. 'Tisn't wide enough t'make a good ledge." Excuse her though while
she splutters at this story. "That's something none of mine have done, and
I'm going t'avoid telling Kiss or Kai in case they get ideas. Don't *you*
get ideas about jam in instruments, kiddo. I wouldn't let him live it down
*either*. I'truth, I'd be tempted t'sneak to his bed and dump jam all under
the covers where he'd nay find it until night, in revenge. Except then the
Bakers would kill me. Thankee for looking after him, Jivren, hey? Always
appreciated. And thankee double for nay letting him fall and splatter from
the mantle."

"Fwoosh!" Kaswyn once more announces, clearly wholly and utterly delighted
with not only flying, but being stolen as well. "Whee! Though Momma,
everybody already -does- wanna be you, because you have Lysseth." Yes,
young and well brainwashed. Well, at least it beats chewing on her. "It was
all -warm-," he tries to explain, as if this were all the reason in the
world to climb up on mantles. "Nothing sticky in the instruments, or people
will get sticky, and there will be a lot of baths." 

Jivren has to laugh at that, if in fond amusement. "One is enough chaos, I
think, for a lifetime. He's a terrific kid, mind, but a handful." 

"I'm bigger than -thaaat-." 

"Okay, an armful," Jivren corrects, with a bright grin. "And hey, no
problem, seriously. It's a delight. Have a good evening, hmm?" And the
elevator dragon looms near, and there's some brief discussion, and he
clambers about, and is gone.

"He's probably gone away to go try and convince Kharisma to make
smooch-faces with him." Kaswyn. Ever-Helpful.

Oh, unfair--Kassi can't double over laughing at that while her arms are
full of Kazy-dragon. There's plenty of laughter in her voice though as she
agrees, "Methinks Lysseth would say the exact same thing. Shells, nay
*wonder* she likes you." She sets off at an amble for the chair. "All warm,
but what if'n you'd fallen off? You'd go splat. And you'd make a mess all
over your beautiful wings, *and* yourself, so you'd be wingless *and* have
t'have a bath of your own." Okay, so maybe he'd be more like dead, but
she's trying for a more effective argument. "Oh, you flatter him," she
tells Jivren, grinning. "Hear that, Kazy? You're chaos! G'deve!" she calls
after the young man before he can depart--but before she can settle into
the chair as was her intent, she stops dead at the last, blinking at the
Ever-Helpful One. "He's probably gone t'*what*?"

"I have to be nice to her. Because I chewed on her. And that wasn't very
nice. So it's like if I'm really nice -now-, it makes up for being not-nice
before," Kaswyn attempts to explain, in that small-child-serious fashion.
"Ohh. Wingless and a bath would be bad," he decides. "I like my wings.
They're warm. Being a dragon is a lot better during the winter. When it's
warm, it's not so good." He settles in as well, dragging up some 'wing' to
tuck around you somewhat clumsily. "To try and see if Kharisma will make
smooch-faces with him. I heard some people talking, before, when I was
napping." Okay, yeah, clearly napping -so well-. "They didn't say
smooch-facing, but that's what they meant. Jiv likes Kharisma. Which is
weird, because she's a -sister-."

"This isn't a bad philosophy," Kassi admits, "for treating people. You can
be sure Lyss appreciates your repentance at least." She's still somewhat
disturbed by that last bit, but she's regained her keel enough to sink into
the chair, arms still looped around you; she smiles at the tucking. "Thank
you, sweeting. You'll have t'tell your daddy when you see him next that he
makes such good wings. Mayhaps he'd like t'put on wings when he's here
next, t'be warmer, and can play dragon with you." She slowly shakes her
head at this new revelation. "Shells. Funny how neither one of 'em have
mentioned this t'me ever--" Oh, yeah, really surprising. "And people are
already *talking* about it? How long has this been going on, d'you know?"
Because of course it'd be completely natural for a four-year-old to pay
keen attention to his sister's romantic life.

"I bet she likes the fact that I don't chew anymore even more," Kaswyn
decides, after a moment's serious thought about the idea. He settles in,
content with the world. "I'll have to tell him, yeah. They make good wings.
And I bet he would. Only he would maybe not fly much, so he could hide
under the wings. Daddy's funny like that." He considers a moment, intently
tracing a line on the quilt with one small finger. "I think they were
picking on Jiv. Because he looks at her butt. And makes those stupid wooshy
sounds. I don't know if they actually smooch-faced yet. They didn't say that."

Kassima can't deny that one: "Well, aye. You've got *sharp* teeth now, like
a dragon should, and it just doesn't do for dragons t'chew other dragons."
Tastes like chicken? "Hey, nay all dragons feel very energetic in winter.
So that works." Even if the truth of it does amuse her. But then: "...He
looks at her butt. And makes wooshy sounds? Wooshy like how?" She's
disturbed, and can she be blamed? The mental image of somebody checking out
her daughter's butt is not one she regularly entertains for fun. "I guess
if'n they want t'smooch-face 'tis their business, traumatized though I am,
but he'd *better* watch what he says about Khari's butt in public."

Kaswyn nods, all serious thought once more. "Yeah. And now that I'm a
dragon, they're going to get sharper, I bet. Because dragons have pointy
teeth." There's an amused sort of look, and a nod. "I can do the flying
part for him. He should come visit soon, that would be fun." He, however,
doesn't seem in the least disturbed. After all, most adult behavior is
utterly inexplicable. Why should this be any different. "Yeah, that's what
the people said. He got all embarrassed, which was funny." He considers a
moment, looking up from his perusal of quilt pattern. He then proceeds to
sigh in an overly dramatic fashion. "Wooshy like that," he adds. So Jivren
is now a character in a bad play? "He told them to shut up, and then he
threatened to..." He trails off. "Momma, if somebody got their head ripped
off and shoved up somebody else's butt, how would they get it out again?"

Kassima's nod is very serious indeed. "All the more reason nay t'bite
people, and t'take good care of those teeth. They have t'be strong and
sharp and pointy t'tear through meat properly. Nay t'mention tear through
cookies." Because those cookies, they're very fierce. Grr! "Probably he
will soon, t'make sure you're still surviving the terrible, horrible, nay
good, very bad cold," she says, aiming a gentle tweak at your nose, "but
if'n nay, I'll ask Lyss t'pass along an invitation, hey? I'd bet he'd be
happy t'play dragons with you, if'n he can get away. Ohhh, *that* sort of
wooshy." She is clearly very relieved. Let's not speculate what sort of
wooshy she thought he meant. Relief turns to some amusement. "While I could
wish he were sighing like that over something than her *butt*, which seems
somewhat undignified... well, love, I don't reckon they *would* get it out
again. They'd be dead. Getting your head ripped off tends t'do that."

"Yeah! Biting's for babies. I'm big, and grown up, and I have to be able to
eat lots of cookies, instead of just sort of mooshing them into slime, like
babies do." Well, at least it's logic of a sort. And hey, the way my Mom
baked cookies? The more teeth, the merrier. He grins outright at the
nose-tweaking. "Okay, soon would be good. I know he is very busy, but it is
good when he comes to play. And I can ask him about the duck noise." He
nods then, at the relief. "It is that kind of wooshy. The people were
making fun of him and saying it's too bad he's not a real harper, because
then he could write songs about smooching her, and she might notice. I
don't know why they don't think she would notice Jiv. He is very tall, and
his hair is very bright. And Kharisma's eyes seem to work to -me-. If she
was blind, she would have to carry a stick, right, and poke Jiv in the head
with it so she could see him? She doesn't seem to -have- a stick, so it
seems to me that she can see." The World According to Kazy. It's a very
weird place. "Ohhh. Well, -that- was very rude of him to suggest to do to
them then."

"Just so long as you eat your fruit and meat and other good things *too*,"
Kassi says, attempting to sound stern. Not succeeding, but attempting.
"If'n you only eat cookies, your bones and muscles will be all weak, and
you'll nay only never fly, but eventually your bones could *melt* and
you'll just be a puddle. 'Twould be very dull." No *wonder* Kazy's world is
weird. "That's right. You mustn't forget t'ask about the duck noise...
a'course Khari isn't blind. She couldn't paint pretty pictures if'n she
were, now could she? But what methinks they mean is nay just notice as in
see him, but notice as in see him and want t'make smooch-faces with him, as
opposed to any poking with a stick." Smooching and poking don't go together
until *later*. "He must've been pretty annoyed. But you should probably
tell him that, that 'twould be rude t'stuff someone's head in someone
else's rear end. In case he doesn't know." Sure, that's likely.

Kaswyn considers that a moment. "Well, fruit okay. And meat. But it depends
on what the other good things -are-." Okay, secret agent or lawyer? Either
way, he's on the wrong planet. "I don't want to be a puddle. Because then I
would have to live in a bucket. And buckets don't ever get to do anything
-fun-. Just mopping. And mopping is stupid. It makes the floors slippery,
and people fall. And that's stupid." Yeah, the weirdness he clearly comes
by honestly enough. "I didn't -think- she was blind. But sometimes things
are not the way I am thinking that they are." He considers you a long
moment, all serious. "Well, that's okay. Because making smooch-faces is
stupid anyway. But yes, I will have to ask him to sit down, so I can
explain this to him, that it is rude to do this thing. I might have to use
small words. Sometimes Jiv does not understand things the first time."

Kassima warns, "They do include vegetables every now and then. But if'n you
eat enough fruit, you can get away with nay *quite* so many." One good
thing about having Kassi for a mother: anything she hates to eat, she's not
going to make her kids eat either. "They don't, and they smell bad too, as
a rule. So there's just naught good at all about having t'live in a
bucket." What a moral of the story. With a soft chuckle, she says, "But you
see things pretty well most of the time, I have t'say. I don't know if'n
your sister would *want* t'make smooch-faces with Jivren. If'n you hear
those people saying she has been doing that, will you let me know?" Aha! We
shall use ze spying capabilities of one child against another! Brilliant!
"Oh-oh. What else have you tried t'be explaining that he didn't understand?"

"Some vegetables are okay. Some of them are very eww," Kaswyn informs you,
as if perhaps somehow you had missed out on this fundamental fact of life.
"Yeah, buckets are even smellier than babies, sometimes, depending on what
the bucket is -for-." Hey, if wacky morals keep him off of the mantlepiece,
at least they're useful. "I can ask her if she wants to make smooch faces
with Jiv? And if she does, I can ask if I can watch. Because this
smooch-facing thing is very weird sounding, from things people say." He
nods then firmly. "Okay Momma, I will tell you. I hear lots of stuff,
because I am short, and people do not always remember I am there. Although
Jiv is not usually forgetting, but I think he thought I was asleep." He
sighs for a moment, the whole world weighing heavy on his shoulders. It is,
after all, so very hard to explain things to adults. "I have tried, and
-tried- to explain about how baths aren't really very useful. And how lunch
should be be opt...opshnul, and why singing the same song -over- and -over-
again is very stupid. And he will nod, and -look- like he agrees, but then
I have to do these things anyway. Sometimes, I am thinking he is not so
smart."

"Which ones are the really eww ones?" Kassi wants to know, though it's
probable she knows already and is just checking her own observations.
"Diaper buckets are *really* smelly. What if'n you got stuck in a diaper
bucket? 'Twould be really bad, I'm thinking, much worse than living with
Kai in diapers. At least he makes *limited* mess." Okay, she has to stop
and think about this question. It's a surreal question. "You could ask her
that, I suppose," she admits--then laughs. "And her reaction if'n you asked
t'watch might be entertaining, certainly. Thankee, Kazy. That's very
helpful t'me, the passing word along." She hugs him for good measure,
though lightly, not wishing to suffocate him in quilt. "Where were you that
he thought you were asleep and there were people around for him t'threaten
with head-butt-stuffing?" Pause. "That's just nay an appealing phrase. For
what 'tis worth, I agree with you about the song bit. But even he said he
hoped the Harpers would cut that out, so mayhaps he's listening t'you at
least a *little*."

"Mostly the green ones," Kaswyn explains rather readily. He makes a really
comically horrified look. "Eww! No. That would just be very, very bad. I do
not want to have that happen. Very no." He looks pleased, and nods then
firmly. "I will have to find her, and ask. Because this sounds important."
He returns the hug, content with this and the world. "Uh, kind of on his
shoulder," he admits, sounding rather sheepish. "Because I had -tried- to
fall asleep in the spot of sunshine on the floor, but apparently that is
not a good place." And he sounds a little peeved about that, still. "Well,
just a -little-, maybe." He considers a moment, and then shifts to squirm
down. "I should go think up lots of small words to explain this with. Is
'Butt-stuffing is bad' too big, you think?"

"Hmmm. Green ones." Kassi's not surprised, but is amused. "Imagine that.
See? So stay off mantles, and you'll never have t'live in a diaper bucket.
Problem solved. Do me another favor though and tell me what answer she
gives you, kit?" Poor Khari. She's just so doomed. Kassi grins then:
"Sunshine on the floor is *lovely* for sleeping, but if'n 'tis too open
then people might go by and kick you, if'n they didn't see you. That's why.
Better t'sleep in sunshine somewhere safe if'n you can--nay that there's
any more sunshine around here *anyway*. Never mind. Methinks that's *just*
small enough," she manages to say straight-faced, unfolding her arms to
better let him climb down. "'Twould be hard for anyone t'mistake the
meaning in that."

"I will stay off the mantles," Kaswyn assures, with all seriousness, and no
small part of disgust. Living la vida bucket doesn't much appeal. "Okay, I
will tell you what she says. I will just have to go find her. Maybe just
not now, since I am doing the deciding of words for using with Jiv."
There's another of those involved sighs. "Sometimes it's a lot of work to
be me." He nods then firmly. "Thank you Momma. Love you!" And with that, he
and his wings go trailing off towards his space, as he mutters to himself,
"Now Jiv, this butt-stuffing, it's not healthy..."