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Everybody Wants To Rule the World


Date:  October 3, 2003
Place:  Telgar Weyr 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 seriously considered 'Magister Mundi Sum!' for the
title of this log.  How sad is it that I'm kind of hoping there'll be
another log that involves plans for world domination, just so I get to
use both ideas? ;)  Kassi, Gay, and Kich make the initial plans for 
how to divide Pern between them; Merielan tries to sell her allegiance;
and I'sai refuses to live on Kassi's island of loincloth-clad bronzers,
preferring to be a neutral party, yet for some reason Kassi gives him
his Turnday gift anyway. ;)  And it turns out the bronzerider and their
daughter have prepared a delightful gift for Kassima in turn.

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The Log:

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Kichevio walks in from the bowl.

Pierron gives a respectful nod to the Weyrsecond.

Gay sits at one of the tables, chin in hand and a map spread out before
her. There's a mug set down a careful and respectful distance away from it.
Her gaze drifts away from the table, a little unfocused as she stares into
space. But a moment later, Tray nears the table with some of her mates,
smirks slightly, and leans over to snap her fingers in the other girl's
face while she heads for the bowl. Gay blinks and shoots the girl a dirty
look, then grouchily goes back to the map.

"...And 'twas definitely the strangest argument I've ever had with one of
m'children, if'n you could even call it that. 'Twas more like a game,
trying t'top each other. Y'know? We decided t'call the game 'You Suck' and
never, ever play it in front of a Harper lest they glower and mutter things
about knowing now where Kisai learned such language." Kassima's chatting
away with Alicienne, one of her greenriding Wingmates, as the two women
enter the Cavern; Alicienne's dressed in riding leathers, looking as if
she's just returned from sweeps. "But I promise 'twill try and convince her
nay t'teach the game to Aliciane. 'Twill get you klah while I'm at the
table, hey?" The elder greenrider assents and makes for the Wing table,
leaving Kassi to meander foodwards, at least until she reaches Gay's
map-laden table. She pauses there, the better to peer over the goldrider's
shoulder. "Plotting where t'begin your conquest of all Pern, mentee mine?"
she teases.

Kichevio eyes Tray as the young brownrider saunters past on her way out and
Kich's way in. "Don't be surprised if that brown of yours never gets within
a wingspan of Liabeth. Just know that it was all due to one moment of
ill-advised mischief on your part, and feel suitably ashamed." Oh good,
she's gotten over the self-pity part of the pregnancy and is now in the
sarcastic period. Alicienne gets a more cordial greeting, at least, and she
chuckles at Kassi as she fills her plate to near-overflow. "Start in Igen.
Conquer the beaches," she advises. "Then you'll have a comfortable
headquarters to live in while you conquer everywhere else."

"Huh? Wha - Oh." Gay blinks up at the greenrider owlishly, then her face
softens into a grin. "Oh, hey, Kassi. Something like that. Just
familiarizing myself, you know? I don't get out to take a look as often as
I'd want to." At Kich's comment, there's a quirk of her eyebrows, and her
grin widens. "Yeah, what she said," she calls towards the bowl, nose
wrinkling. "Kichevio. Hello. Maybe I should be taking notes. That'd boost
morale - just need to make sure it's defensible."

Kassima casts Kich an amused sidelong glance. "If'n she wants good beaches,
she should start with Boll or Nerat--or Southern; more beautiful beachlands
I've never seen. I'd probably vote for Boll all the same so you can
commandeer their liquor stores and have something more pleasant than klah
t'be sipping while waiting on reports from the front." Trust Kassi to favor
drunken warfare. "Hey, yourself, O Bestower of Magnificent Presents--you
should be lucky you're sitting down; if'n you'd been standing when I found
you, I planned t'hug the stuffing out of you, but as-is 'twill just have
t'settle for saying thankee! And thankee t'your mother! 'Tis all beautiful!"

[Editor's Note:  This is as good a place as any to share the
+mail with its descs of the presents for which Kassi is
thanking Gay. :) ]


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Message 44                            Date Received: Fri Oct  3 20:25:50 2003
From:      Gay
To:        Kassima
Subject:   Mystery Package!
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One day, there's a box on your ledge when you return from duties; it has a
scrap of hide tucked under the ties. Written in a neat and artful hand; 'My
mum finally sent this - I've been on her about it - so I was too excited to
wait to give it to you. She made the bigger stuff for me - the smaller box,
I found on my own. She wants to meet you, by the way! Thanks for
-everything-. Gay.'

In the box, there's is a simple wheat-coloured sweater, thick and warm. It
has wooden toggles up the front and a high collar - the better to keep the
wind off one's neck. The ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the sweater
have a dark brown band rounding them, as does the top of the collar. It's
quite simple, until the back is seen; knitted into it carefully is the
shape of a green dragon in flight over a line of blocky trees - presumably
meant to be the forests of Lemos. The sweater would almost be a little
childish, were it not for the simplicity and the skill with which the
pattern was knitted - and the fact that it's adult-sized.
Beneath the sweater, there's a rainbow of neatly paired thick wool mittens
- nine pairs in all - in sizes ranging from adult to tiny baby mittens (no
thumbs!). Each pair has large 'K's knitted into them in a contrasting colour.

Lastly, a smaller box that has a folded note in it: 'I heard you might have
a pair of earbobs to match this.' Inside glitters a small emerald pendant
on a silver chain; the emerald is deep green, dark, and modestly set, so as
to enhance the beauty of the jewel, the chain is likewise simple links,
only long enough for the pendant to sit near the hollow of the wearer's
throat. 

-- Gay.
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Kichevio has her mouth full, so instead of asking about the presents, she
makes a questioning muffled sound and waves her fork. After swallowing, she
grins. "I'll presume, from your excitement, that none of these magnificent
presents are pink, frilly, or have cute little sayings embroidered on them.
They're probably emminently suitable presents for the Second Kassi-I'sai
Spawn, like teeny little knives and little leather outfits, and maybe a
dictionary of cryptic sayings and clever songs for when it's older." She
cranes her neck to glance at Gay's map. "There, that bay looks defensible.
Have Liabeth float at the cove to block all incomers, and set up base. I
volunteer for lookout or advisor."

Gay shrinks away a little in mock horror, noting, "That sounds like that
-hurts-. The stuffing. Well, if you feel the need when I stand up next, let
me know - I'm so glad you like it." The relief is evident in her voice. "I
will thank her. More. I knew it wouldn't fit just now, but next winter,
anyway..." A laugh as Kich speaks, then, more seriously, "Lia's suceptible
to flattery - I worry about her being the gatekeeper, yow know? And you can
be both, if you want."

"If'n 'twere pink or frilly or had cute little sayings that didn't involve
the emasculation of men, 'twouldn't be *magnificent* presents," Kassi
points out oh-so-logically, turning back to flash a grin Kich-wards. "And
'twere presents more for me--a lovely sweater, with Lyss on it; mittens
suited for me and the bairn both, since a'course we'll both have Ks, and
this necklace t'match Javi's earbobs. Did Javi tell you about those?" she
wonders of Gay, even as she slides a finger under the silver chain to
better hold out the pendant for display purposes. "Next winter it certes
*should*, since if'n next winter I'm pregnant again I'm going t'throw
m'self off a cliff. Or something. I'll catch you when you stand up next,
then, and I promise t'leave *most* of your stuffing intact." She abandons
the map table for the one bearing food at last, taking up a wooden spoon to
poke and prod the contents of various dishes with; "I'd offer t'join you
two, but there's a wee problem with my intending t'reign over m'own
independant territory and eventually seek world domination for m'self.
We'll probably end up being enemies and 'twill be sending m'legions t'do
battle with your legions."

Telgar Weyr> Yselle peers at the LC. You plotting world domination?

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio says, "Of course! Gay and I are going to conquer Igen."

Telgar Weyr> Yselle says, "Igen? Good idea."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "And Kassi will take the rest. 0:)"

Telgar Weyr> Yselle says, "Can I dominate something?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "You can have Tillek. Their alcohol sucks. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Yselle says, "Works for Ys. She doesn't drink much."

Telgar Weyr> Gay says, "I think we should just head on down South and take
all that. It's bigger. ;)"

Kichevio obediently leans over to admire Kassi's pendant, with the eager
expression of a fire-lizard seeing something shiny and not tied down. "You
and Javi working together, Gay, is a truly excellent match. Maybe if you
flatter Liabeth by telling her she's the best gatekeeper ever, she'll never
move. Then your home base is safe forever...oh Kassi, if I'm pregnant again
next winter, I'll jump off that cliff with you. And leave a note blaming
all bronzeriders, just on general principle." She eats a few more bites of
a bubbly--her fourth, perhaps that's why Pierron's looking so morose.
"Battling legions wouldn't be good for the land," she decides. "I'll
mediate, and your legions can fight it out somewhere desolate where mass
destruction won't matter. And then when you're tending the wounded, I'll
sneak in and usurp." This with a sunny smile.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, I plan to conquer that too. And it'll be
all Ozy's fault. He shouldn't have invited Kassi to come see how pretty it
is down there. ;)"

"She told me about you bribing her for them or something like it, though
she wasn't real upset about it." Gay's smile widens as she sees the pendant
being worn, and she picks up her mug, pushing the maps a little away from
her. "Fair enough. And before you do, could you get me some cookies or
something like that? If it's not too much bother." She sips her tea,
considering the maps as she notes, "There's a story or two like that, isn't
there? The mentor or the mentee becomed evil or something and they fight?"
Looking back up; "You both are making having a child sound -really-
attractive right now..." Another wrinkle of her nose, then to the
Weyrsecond, "See, that's a sound plan, actually. And less risky. So long as
you have legions to defend what's usurped."

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio giggles helplessly. So Gay's your padawan, Kassi?

Telgar Weyr> Gay says, "There can be only two. MAster and apprentice."

Telgar Weyr> Yselle says, "Damn. And they're both taken?"

Kassima shakes her head in leisurely fashion. "But, Kich, I don't plan
t'tend the wounded. M'legions will be scores of loincloth-clad bronzeriders
heavily bribed t'serve m'every whim, y'see, so if'n they die, why, it just
means one less drain on m'finances. The fire-lizards will be the reserve
force; their wings shall blacken the skies, ye, and grand shall be their
might, and loud shall the howls of my enemies be as they reel away with
clawed faces and clawed-out eyes and clawed man-bits. Most awesome shall be
m'glory!" She takes this moment to strike a heroic battle pose, which might
work better were she wielding a blade rather than a ladel that drips soup.
"Me bribe *Javi*? Javi bribed me! With the earbobs! Fair and square. Sort
of. Cookies, a'course, nay problem." As she adds a few dragon-shaped and
frosted cookies to her growing tray of food, she quips, "But a'course. How
better t'test your evil than against your teacher? A shame 'twill have
t'beat you. And I don't know if'n 'attractive' is entirely the word for the
whole business."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Just call me Darth Kassidious. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio will be Mace Windu. Solely for the cool purple
lightsaber. ;)

Telgar Weyr> J'an says, "Hand me my lightsabre. It's the one with Bad
Motherf**ker on it."

Telgar Weyr> Gay says, "Darth Gaul?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "That works! Instead of the horns being on your
head, they can be on your little Asterix-like helmet!"

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio pictures Gay in an Asterix helmet bumping around, and
dissolves into hysterical laughter.

Telgar Weyr> Gay laughs! Or I could twist my hair into little tiny buns.

Telgar Weyr> J'an dies!

Kichevio just listens to Kassi, occasionally nodding her head as the
Apocalypse is so clearly outlined. She adds to Gay, in a stage whisper,
"When she starts inverting the sentences like that, just agree with
whatever she says." One of the dragon cookies is stealthily taken from the
tables as well. "Kassi, you can have Ozy and Is, since you have certain
holds on them. But the rest of the loincloth-clad bronzers are _mine_. I
have a vested interest in their survival. Use the blueriders, they take
simple commands quite well." She nibbles the cookie and meditates on
another of Gay's comments. "Not too attractive, no. Inconvenient and
uncomfortable, to be sure..." One hand is resting on her stomach, and she
smiles suddenly. "Then she kicks, and it's all just fine."

"Firelizards... darken... Shards." In sharp contrast to Kichevio, Gay's
lost it - she's bent over, laughing. After she manages to get a hold of
herself, she lets out a long breath, and shrugs, grinning. "I don't know,
she said something about bribing, but never got around to explaining. And
thanks. Though, I have to tell you, I don't think you'll win." With a twist
of a grin, she looks over to the other greenrider. "Notice how I'm the evil
one? And - well. I think I'll just take both your word for it. Good and bad."

"Ozy and Is are mine," Kassi cheerfully agrees, "but, Kich, I've had plans
t'buy an island and stock it with bronzers when I retire for longer than
you've been riding--mayhaps longer than you've been living; m'plans will
nay be circumvented! The blueriders make sub-quality fanners, you know
that. I definitely need at least a score of bronzers t'tend t'my
grape-peeling and fanning needs. But you can a'course have K'ran and
L'son?" She finally gathers up her foodstuffs. Along with Alicienne's klah
and Gay's cookies, each of which she sets before its intended recipient,
she has a large bowl of stew, cheese-noodles, cheese-bread, sourdough
bread, and berries scattered in and over all of it. Except the bread; for
that, she's used jam. "What? What?" she asks Gay with oh-so-innocent eyes.
"You don't think I'll win? Oh, that's right, the student always has t'be
delusional about his or her chances. 'Tis in the rules. 'Twill let that
slip, then. D'you never want children of your own?"

"It's part of her strategy, Gay. She convinces you that you're the doomed
evil one, all the while hiding her secret abilities of Ultimate Greenrider
Evil. So comes the taunting, the duel with a lot of fancy moves, the
mocking laughter..." Kichevio has seen it all. "The student is rarely
delusional. Cocky, yes, but not generally delusional. If I promise to teach
you Secrets of Ultimate Evil, Gay, will you help me rescue a few spare
bronzeriders from Kassi's clutches? I'll give you one to keep." She's not
averse to using bribery on occasion. "Brownriders are perfectly good
fanners, Kassi."

"I'd ask if any of these people have any -say- in where they were going,"
Gay says amusedly, eyes bright. "But I know what the answer to -that-'d be.
Oooh -- Frosted ones." She picks up one of her cookies, only pausing to
stare briefly at Kassi's tray. "See, I think Kich is right in this case --
which, er, has nothing to do with her siding with me." Really! "Oh,
Secrets, eh? Maybe. Though I'm still not sure about either having a boy to
keep or about enslaving 'em either. As for the kids, that's another thing
I'm not sure about. I'm not sure about much to be honest," she says,
cheerfully.

"When the student thinks she can defeat me, she's always delusional," Kassi
assures at her very sweetest. "And bronzeriders it must be--because I
*said* 'twould be bronzeriders, and while in Ozy and Is--and Ev said he'd
go to the island once upon a time, though I don't know whether that still
holds--I'd probably have the very best of the bronzeriders, they still need
backup. But methinks we can surely reach negotiation. Twenty for me, the
rest for you, unless they come t'my island seeking refuge at which point
a'course 'twill just *have* t'take them in, poor things." As if this is
really likely to happen. She tucks away a bite of cheese-noodles and
blueberry; one of her nearby Wingmates averts his eyes from the sight. "At
least I'm offering t'*pay* the bronzers, Gay; that's something? Marks for
living on a tropical island with me, 'tis a fair trade. You're young anyway
t'be sure. Figuring it all out's part of the fun of life."

Kichevio doesn't seem too fazed by Kassi's cheeseberry noodles. But then,
she's been keeping the Bakers in business for five months, so there are no
stones to throw. "Fifteen," she bargains right back. "Twenty fanning
bronzeriders would blow you away, or some of them would be bored with
nothing to do and end up pouting. And you know how pouty bronzeriders get."
Fear the thought. "It's a mutual enslavement thing, Gay. Kassi has a point,
paying them to live on a tropical island generally works with men. I think
it's the eternal hope of seeing a woman in a bikini that gets them." She
considers Kassi thoughtfully. "Now, granted I shouldn't be discussing duels
of any kind in my current state of largeness, but Gay might have a chance.
She could distract you with some appropriate gift, like a miniature
emasculator, then get you."

"It shall be proven on the field of battle," says Gay decisively, smacking
her fist onto the table. "Ow - Oh, hey!" she says excitedly. "It -can- be.
After your're back to regular duties, we could play capture the flag! I
mean, if you wanted to." A grin, then; "And yeah, I don't mind the figuring
out - or the time it takes, really. I'd rather have little things to think
about or worry over than big ones." She nods slowly to Kichevio, noting,
"Well, when you put it that way - don't know if payment's necessary at all,
you know, Kassi."

"Twenty," Kassi insists. "They'll be working in shifts, and there's plenty
of grape-peeling and kiwi-slicing and shirtless wrestling t'do for my
amusement besides just fanning! Twenty, and I may even let you come on
visits... though only t'*look* at the bronzers. Nay trying t'seduce them
away with you, or 'twill be out and out warfare for certain." Ah, the
dinnertime conversations at Telgar. "I don't deny being eminently
bribeable, Kich, and even easily distracted by money, but when 'tis a
*duel*? A duel for the honor of greenriderdom and domination of all the
world? I'm shocked that you think such of me! I'd never let m'brethren down
and hand the world over t'*golders*!" Perish the *thought*. "--Capture the
flag? I'd be all in favor of playing, Gay, but nay for the world just yet.
We have t'set up our territories and conquer the Holds and stuff a'fore we
can do *that*. Wait, wait, nay payment necessary? What's this?"

"Oh, so this is going to be a continent-wide game of Capture the Flag."
Kichevio is enlightened now. "Fair enough. The Holders will take the side
of whoever conquers them first, the Harpers can referee, and you both can
bribe the various crafthalls." She brightens at least a magnitude at the
thought of shirtless bronzerider wrestling. "_That's_ a bribe. How often
would my visiting privileges be, again? And would one or two be detailed to
peel my grapes and give me backrubs, or would I have to bring my own?"

I'sai walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Pierron twirls his moustache at the Weyrlingmaster.

I'sai wanders obliviously into the outer cavern and towards the klah pot,
still red-cheeked from bathing, and turbaned in a faded towel that might
once have been blue; a bag slung over his shoulder likely holds the old
change of clothes.

Merielan walks in from the bowl.

"Hey!" protests the golder in question. Gay bites the head off a
dragonshaped cookie, nose wrinkled. "Like I'd do anything -bad- with the
world... but I think that a lot of events might get a little less formal.
In dress, anyway. And I meant play a warm-up." She seems to consider the
idea of a continent-wide game, musing, "It'd take - turns, nearly, to
finish... Oh, no payment for living on an island with you, Kassi. Seems
enough of a reason to stay put." A glance up catches I'sai on his way in,
and she lifts her hand to wave.

"Bribe the Crafthalls... well, *that's* easy. Since you've ceded Is and Ozy
t'my side I know 'twill have Katlynn and her Weavers, and likely the
Bakers, and a Trader clan, and mayhaps the Harpers, though I could see
Saiya getting them t'side against us from sheer perversity," Kassi
ruminates, while spreading berry jam across a slice of cheese-bread. "Shall
we say once a month for the visiting? And you can have grapes and backrubs,
but I get t'pick who gets t'give 'em t'you; 'twill swear on m'honor I won't
choose anyone you'd nay approve of. A'course, I plan t'have only the best
bronzers on the island anyway. Naturally." Speak of the turbaned devil:
spotting I'sai across the Cavern, Kassi raises her voice to call, "Is!
C'mere and help me plan our domination of the world? Kich and Gay oppose
us, but with our vast resources and legions of spawn and enough of the
Crafthalls in our pockets I feel confident we can win the day!" Gay's
protest momentarily distracts her; she offers an impish grin. "Aye, well,
there'd be something t'say for that. Though formality has its place. I'd
mourn if'n I never got any more use out of some of the things hanging in
m'wardrobes... y'think they'd do it for *free*?" This idea seems to rather
bemuse her.

"I'll get them to as soon as I can.." Meri promises the brownrider walking
beside her, ruffling the sheaf of hides she's holding in her hand. "..it
shouldn't take me overly long." Waving as her fellow rider breaks off and
heads into the inner caverns, and then switches her attentions to the hides
in her hands, "Hmming" over it under her breath. The mention of Kassi
taking over the world catches her attention however, and her head pops up,
grey eyes going wide "Kassi? Take over the world with your spawn?" She
repeats "Now would-" But her sentence ends quite abrubtly there as she
manages to trip over her own two feet, landing on her bottom with a soft
*thud* and a curse. "Shardit!" She exlaims, blinking in startlement at the
hides still clutched tightly in her hands. "I haven't done that since I was
a weyrling.." She mutters, picking herself up and dusting off her bottom,
looking around nonchalantly in hopes that no one noticed that particular slip.

Kichevio must defend herself. "It's not that Gay and I _oppose_ you, Kassi.
That would be hazardous to our health. I just happen to want a small
independent territory for myself. Beachfront property, never any snow,
nothing big. Something to rule over. I think the need to rule is one of
those Greenrider Ultimate Evil traits, possibly even extending to
goldriders." She looks hopefully at Kassi. "I could be a landholder. Keeper
of a small fiefdom. If any of your bronzers flee, I'll hold them for you."
Beat, and a grin at the Turban. "Is, would you really side with Kassi on
the world domination issue? I mean, she has weapons of mass male
destruction." She gallantly pretends not to notice Meri's slip, and just
beckons her over. "Join Gay and I, Meri. We have cookies." That'll win
armies to their side.

That initial wave catches even I'sai's fragmented attention enough that he
turns in what's all but slow-motion, and only just barely manages not to
follow Meri's example by walking into a chair. "What?" And then, after a
moment, "Evening," followed by a few moments more before, "World.
Domination. Wait. I need klah, first. Hold that thought, Kassi, Kich - "
and he continues angling for the klah-pot, finally just making off with it,
before adding with rather more cheer to the greenrider, "Just so's you
know, H'var bet you're wide enough that it's three. E'ven, two. Of course."

Gay grimaces at Kassima's cheese-bread, shaking her head. "See, if you
never get that much of a wardrobe to begin with," she says, as if imparting
great widsom, "You never need to worry about that stuff." She points to
Kichevio, noting, "She seems to think they'll do it for free - so I'm just
agreeing that it sounds like a good deal -without- the marks." To I'sai,
she notes, voice raised, "My confidence is a quieter kind. I don't need to
say I'm going to win. I just know." That's just before Meri goes over,
which she might not have noticed, but for the brownrider's cursing. Without
any of the Weyrsecond's gallantry, "Oh! Are you all right?" then holds up a
cookie, waving it temptingly.

Kassima grins and calls over, "It sounded like a good plan t'me, Meri--"
Whatever else she might say to the brownrider is forestalled by the slip;
she blinks, and pushes herself up enough from the chair to crane her neck
and try to see whether the other's all right. "Pierron must've mopped the
floor recently," she offers for dignity's sake, settling back down and
schooling her expression to one with No Amusement At All. "Hmmm.
Hmm-mmm-mmm. I might let you have Shipfish in exchange for letting me rule
the rest of the world unchecked, Kich, how's that? But you'll have t'grant
me visiting rights, as I've granted you. Are you considering coming over
t'my side, then, if'n you'd hold land for me? I'll nay have double agents
on m'territory--" Of course not. "And I *brought* those cookies! Ach! I've
been betrayed! But there's a point in that, Gay; alas, 'tis too late for
me. A'course I'd *prefer* it if'n they did it for free. I just assumed
'twould have t'bribe 'em." Kicking out a chair in invitation for Is and his
klah, she informs him, "Kichevio said you could come live on m'tropical
island of bronzers, which puts you on m'side in the war, if'n you agree.
Will you come? We're going t'conquer Boll, y'know, and the Bakers, so we'll
have the best food. Wide enough for *three*?" Words fail her for a beat
after that. "He'd better have bet a handsome amount of which I'm going
t'get some cut, or he is so, *so* dead."

Merielan sighs the sigh of the long suffering and straightens her clothes,
tugging at the hem of her shirt, running a sorting hand through her hair.
"I'm fine.." She grumbles in Gay's direction, brows crossed in
annoyance-though only with herself and her two left feet. She follows
I'sai's example, taking a mug of Klah instead of the whole pot, as well
several bubblies. Settling herself and her snacks into a chair beside Kich,
taking a sip of her Klah, looking thoughtful. "You can laugh Kassi--I won't
be offended, I'm used to it.." Meri offers rather generously, looking a bit
amused herself at I'sai's bit of news and Kassi's reaction to it "Wide
enough for three hmm?" Gay and Kich get a side-long look, with a raised
eyebrow at the offer of the cookies. "I think I want to stay a nuetral
party for the moment. See what you all offer me for my support--I've got
contacts at weavers as well, and I can offer K'nan and -my- spawn to
whichever side I choose." She sits back, taking a meditative bite of her
bubbly, utterly ignoring the ridiculous aspects of this particular
conversation. A "Heyla Is.." gets tacked onto the end as well.

Kichevio makes some mental notes, nodding politely to I'sai for the
information. "H'var's a dead man, E'ven a severely wounded one, and it's a
good thing I know you're too wise to makes bets about me." Her fork is
pointed at the bronzerider for emphasis. "Well, if you're going to be
Overlady of the World, Kassi, of course you have visiting rights. A double
agent?" See her blink. See her be innocent. "I wouldn't betray a fellow
greenrider." Without good incentive. "Not with the threat of the ravening
fire-lizard army looming over my head." She looks resolutely away from the
pot of klah Meri's tempting her with. "Oh Meri, will you have a swing vote
with the Weavers? Kassi can probably lure Katlynn with promises of love
everlasting..."

I'sai swerves 'round at the clamor with a, "What happened?" and a,
"'Quieter confidence' - _why_ d'you think you know?" He snags a couple mugs
more and makes his way to a seat across from Kassi, in easy conversational
range of the others... if not quite in hitting range of Kich and her fork.
"I'll think about it. You didn't tell me anything about any -other-
bronzeriders," and gives Thunderbolt's wingleader a sleepy, gamine smile.
"As for dead, I'll be sure to let H'var know. When I get around to it.
He'll be -so- distressed. You sure it's only one?"

"I think Kichevio's only working for herself," Gay says, suspiciously. "And
safe to pay as well, I think. Then, they really don't have anything to
complain about. Like, at all." A flush begins to creep up her neck as she
notices Meri's own embarrassment, and she quickly eats the cookie she'd
been waving around. "Oh, neutrality. Neutrality means 'in negotiation'. You
know?" She quirks a grin at the mention of the firelizards, then; "Why?"
She shrugs over at I'sai. "I just do. I don't know much explanation there
is. Maybe secure in my abilities. Something like that."

"I am nay," Kassi insists with as much dignity as she can muster, "wide
enough for three; 'twill get up and do a model's twirl t'prove it if'n I
have to. Merielan, Merielan, don't I recall that you've already promised me
your thirdborn child? Erika might go t'Gay and Kichevio, but as for any
other... well, then. 'Tis all right, then, Kich. You'll have Shipfish, with
the understanding that you hold the territory for me and in m'name,
etceteras etceteras; we'll draw up contracts and the like later." To be
signed, no doubt, in blood. Such a smile as I'sai's brings rose to her
cheeks, as sure as dawn brings sunlight, but she's swift to assure in utter
sweetness, "The others would only be there for fanning and peeling grapes,
Is; I might even see clear t'have them fan and peel for you, too, if'n
you're very nice to me," and she puts on what would be her most winsome
smile if it weren't for the lingering sparkle of mischief. "I'm sure he
will. Are you implying it looks like there's more than one? I'm fair sure,
though you're welcome t'feel the kicking any time, if'n you can, and tell
me your opinion. True, Gay, true; 'tis important t'keep 'em contented.
Marks are doubtless the best way for most. And I still think 'tis the
delusions of the student doing you in."

Merielan slaps her palm agaisnt her forehead in exgerated shock "Your right
Kassi--" She exclaims, grinning in amusement "I forgot about promising you
little 'K'.." She takes another bite of bubbly and regards Kich and Gay "I
can offer you K'nan, Erika and Kiere--though in all fairness Kassi may try
to take Kiere too because of the 'K' and all--K'nan too possibly for that
matter." She scratches the top of her head and chuckles "I'm starting to
look and less and less appealing I suppose." A nod in Gay's direction
"Though I am open to neogation--and my possible swing votes at weavers.
I've connections with the higher-ups."

Kichevio looks stricken at the very thought. "If it isn't, K'ran's a dead
man too. Regretfully so." Her innocent look switches to Gay. "I look out
for my best interests, but also those of my friends. That's the benefit of
having Shipfish Island all to myself and my select few bronzeriders." Ah,
so she _has_ chosen her demesne; Kassi's generous gesture is accepted with
a gracious nod. "Gay can bribe them with marks, I'll bribe them with island
life and whatnot. They may sneak away from Kassi for off time--all that
grape-peeling is strenuous. Meri!" The brownrider's betrayal clearly
stings. "Erika can at least choose her own side! If she has a boyfriend,
she's old enough to pick which conqueroe to support."

I'sai gives Gay a last dubious - or maybe it's just a bit wary - look,
followed by a grunt that's more noncommittal than anything, and sets about
pouring a couple mugfuls of that klah he'd requisitioned; "And of course
you're not, Kassi," he reassures, not that that wariness has gone away any,
not with that added smile. "Maybe fan and peel for me, too. But I'm not
sure about the rest of it. And I really don't like the idea of giving away
Shipfish. It should be neutral territory, I figure. Enough people go there,
after all - oh, and that reminds me, Kich, K'ran and all; his weyrwoman
show any signs of quickening?"

"You would see it that way, Kassi. Until we meet on the field of battle,
neither of us will ever truly know." Gay nods once, seriously. Then again,
to Merielan; "I'll keep it in mind, yeah? I'll submit an offer in writing
at some point." She pulls that maps spread before her back closer, gazing
down at them - missing I'sai's look entirely. "Right, Kich. Shards, you're
-good- at this. I'm almost scared."

"Exactly so, Meri. Exactly so. And since K'nan *was* m'mentor, and him a
greenrider, 'tis a fair bet 'twill try and snag him for m'side--and much as
I hate t'be admitting it, Katlynn's lust everlasting may come in handy with
winning the Weavers. Unless she finds a lady whose bubblies she favors
better, which," Kassi admits, "is entirely possible. Don't forget that
'twill have lush island living for them too, Kich! But we'll see, we'll
see. What rest of it, Is--y'mean you aren't certain about helping me take
over the world?" Oh, the look she gives him, so terribly wounded. "You
don't *want* t'help me rule all Pern? But, but, but... the idea is that
Kich will be holding it in m'sacred name, and mayhaps tithing a percentage
of the marks she swindles from visitors there. I rather like that idea."
She would. "You've spoken truly, Gay--only know this: you'd nay be the
first mentee with whom I've done battle, but you *would* be the first
t'whom I've lost, with both Maylia and Yashira having preceded you. So keep
that in mind in calculating your odds. I'd do the fierce warrior pose again
at this point, but I have a hunch trying it with a spoonful of
stew-and-berries would look a twinge ridiculous."

I'sai senses Kassima drops her voice after a beat, quiet enough to carry
just across the table now that she's not speaking of world domination. "By
the by, on another subject--'twill have t'remember later, t'be showing you
the gifts Gay left for me today; and speaking of which, I've a Turnday
present for *you*. You haven't escaped. The only question is, would you
rather I get it for you now, or later, with fewer eyes watching?"

You sense I'sai marvels - surreptitiously, but marveling nonetheless -
"Gifts? Yes, you -must-; and, ah." He gives her a brief, quizzical look.
"Is it likely to embarrass me? I dare say Kich'd like that, right now."

"I'm sorry Kichie.." Meri attempts to look suitably contrite, even going so
far as to use her friend's pet name. "Your my dear, dear friend.." She
shrugs her shoulders and sighs "I can't help having promised Kassi my
third-born, or being weyrmated to K'nan, she's too powerful, I can't help
it!" Another bite of bubbly and a nod in Gay's direction, with a slight
grin for the golder "All right Gay, I'll just keep my influence to myself
until convinced otherwise..."

I'sai senses Kassima slides a thumb under the silver chain around her
throat, the better to make its emerald pendant dangle; "This was a part of
it, but there was more, and mittens for the bairn a part of it--for me,
too, and mayhaps a pair t'fit Kisai. As t'embarrassment--" She tilts her
head to one side, a bit like a bird, giving it thought. "I'd nay be
thinking so. Certes I didn't get you any fish-shaped thongs. But 'tis hard
t'say what things Kich might read something into, and far be it from me
t'provide her with satisfaction on that score."

Kichevio is directing a Burning Glare (tm) at I'sai, but relaxes enough to
grin at Gay. "Hey, I didn't know I was any good at strategy. I'm making
this up as I go along. Oooo, swindling marks. That sounds like a plan! And
with Kassi busy ruling the world, maybe I won't lose all my marks to her."
Wishful thinking indeed. And now she's abandoned and alone, what with
Meri's defection. So she sips her cider and is philosophical about the
whole situation. "So, will the Duel of the Green- and Goldriding Fates be
before, after, or during the conquest of the world?"

"Don't want to rule," I'sai says a little sulkily, sliding deeper in his
chair, as if that'd hide his straightened back. Burning Glare, and all.
"Too much work. Island should be neutral. Weyrlings, those're good -
'specially with Meri and M'fraid and everyone helping out," this with a
distracted smile for the brownrider, followed by a more focused, "And what,
when did you weyrmate K'nan? I -missed- that. Been half-burying myself in
hides and flying and the odd trip to warmer lands. You were always friends,
I know; congratulations," but there's a slight frown now, "It's just, how's
Ryi taken it? And what about that one girl, M'dei's friend, what's her
name?" That frown bleeds away, though, to a sort of drawn-browed
pensiveness as he finally answers Kichevio's mutter: "Sore spot, isn't it."
Pensiveness, or pity.

Gay holds up two fingers, spaced an infintesimal width apart, grinning over
to Kassi. Just a little. "Well, that's to be taken in account when
considering the odds," she says, seriously. "I don't have much experience,
myself, so it's tough to figure out how it might go. I mean, as far as
laying odds on it." A secretive nod for Meri. "I'll make it worth your
while, I swear. And Kich, it's not actual - combat strategy. It's, like -
diplomacy. And yeah, whatever it is, you've giving it a good go." She
glances up at I'sai's congratulations for Meri, then flashes a smile at the
brownrider.

You sense I'sai says without looking again at her - not with Kichevio
looking as if she's out for blood - "Fancy, _fancy_. Running through her
junior's share on you? Leave it a few moments longer, then, don't want to
get it broken if it's the sort that it might."

Kassima only smiles with all the brightness of a dozen suns at Merielan's
affirmation of her power. "Come over to the K-side, Meri," she cajoles.
"You know you're wanting to! We'll have the best food, the best liquor, the
best gaming since a'course I plan t'make Bitra an early conquest; and I can
let you have some marks, Kich. If'n you didn't, after all, you couldn't
afford t'import any of what m'lands will produce, and where would the fun
be then? I vote for during, m'self. When we've each established our core
territories and the time has come t'struggle over what remains. It shall be
such a battle t'remember." For I'sai, she manages a look of sympathy. Maybe
there's even some genuine sympathy in it. There's certainly amusement.
"Well, then. I can rule, and you can just enjoy the benefits of being high
in m'favor or something? I could live with that arrangement--much as I'd
miss your clever mind in helping me plot winning strategies." Her mouth
quirks, wry, when Ryi's name comes into it. "I can always lay the odds,
Gay," she offers, chipper. "Imagine the marks I can make wagering on
m'self! Enough t'buy a whole other island--though if'n I'm Ruler of the
World, I suppose 'twouldn't *need* to."

I'sai senses Kassima murmurs to him, raising her mug of milk to cover from
those at a distance that she's speaking at all, "Someone's sensitive, isn't
she... her mother did the weaving, I'm told, but the emerald she found as a
match t'Javi's earbobs. I did luck out in the mentee pool; did I ever thank
you for that? But aye, we'll leave it, I'll leave it until you feel 'tis
safe. I don't think it could be *broken*, but damaged is another matter."

Merielan blushes at I'sai's compliment, and waves a fluttering hand in
dismissal "It wasn't.." She begins, and then quiets, smile spreading over
her lips in a warm, happy smile. "Thank you, it's been...very nice.." At
which she promptly blushes again, shifts a bit in her seat and nods back at
Gay with a wink and another grin. "I'll keep that in mind Gay. I might also
consider naming my fourth with a 'G' name if you make it worthwhile
enough..." The fact that she's not planning on a third or a fourth spawn is
of course, totally irrelevant to -this- particular discussion. A laugh at
Kassi's offer "I have to resist your thrall Kassi--your growing more
powerful all the time. And with each spawn that you produce your army just
grows." A slight shake of her head, eyes dancing with mischief "We wouldn't
want you to get powermad after all...with all that power, and the constant
reproduction of new soldie--er spawn."

You sense I'sai murmurs back, out of the corner of his mouth, "A good
match, then, though I still say it was wicked of you to get them out of
her. And, well. I wouldn't want it damaged; there's enough of it that is."

Kichevio aims one more glare and a mutter I'sai's way, then leaves him to
Kassi's tender mercies. "It could be a big formal scene on the Red Butte,"
she suggests, waving her hands descriptively for Kassi and Gay's benefit.
"Have seconds, and martials to stand and make sure no cheating's going to
occur, and a harper nearby to record the deed for posterity..." All her
plans dissolve into laughter as she listens to Meri. "Oh dear, now we have
thrall to worry about. When the thrall comes into play, no one is safe."
Pitifully, "I'm a greenrider. Don't I get thrall?"

I'sai indulges in a long drink of klah - and a thoughtful nod Kich's way -
before folding his arms, and asserting, "I don't -want- to be ruled,
though. Neutral party, now, that's where it's at; I can keep the harper in
line or some such. And..." pale eyes survey what they can see of Meri's
waistline, and widen gratifyingly; not being privy to those intentions of
hers, "What's this about a fourth? -You- have twins coming? You don't look
it."

I'sai senses Kassima lifts a brow by a tiny fraction; which he might miss,
not looking at her, but some of the same amusement brought to the gesture
is in her voice. "You're surprised that I'm wicked? 'Twould nay have
thought it, or that you'd have me any other way. Besides, I did offer
t'give them back. More than once!" A sip of milk follows. And a pause. "Nor
would I. Is, are you well? If'n 'tis too uncomfortable she's making you, I
can be finding an excuse t'drag you off I'm sure if'n 'twould be of aid
t'you--or is it some other thing?"

"Oh, no - I think there has to be a neutral third party for odds, if any
are laid at all," Gay says, casting a suspicious, narrowed glance over at
Kassima. "I was just wondering, actually. Like how to you figure 'em out if
one of the combatants - or whatever - is a unknown? How does that work?"
Her interest in the question evaporates when she hears Meri's offer;
"Hmm... now that might be worth quite a lot in compensation... That would
be brilliant, actually." Kichevio's description causes her to close her
eyes, leaning forward with her chin in hand, elbow on the table. "At
sunset," she adds, decisively.

You sense I'sai returns heavily, "No, wicked's good on you. And knowing
you'd offered to give them back, it's something - and as it turns out,
she's just sore about, you know. K'ran. Tarien. She could do better." -
"So, since we seem set for now; how -about- now? If you've it with you; if
you don't mind."

I'sai protests swiftly, "I can be neutral!" and then, with momentary
mischief, "Truly."

"Ah, but Meri, you mightn't have t'worry about that last. You just heard Is
say he's *nay* interested in helping me t'rule the world." Kassima says
this with a straight face, but those eyes are all-too-merry. Easily as
merry as Meri's. "So you see, there's nay reason t'resist m'thrall. Join
us! Join usssssss!" Now that she's done her tunnelsnake impression, she
serenely agrees with Kichevio: "And artists and Weavers onhand t'turn
m'victory into the most glorious paintings and tapestries." There's another
injured look for I'sai at his assertion. "Entirely neutral... you realize,
Kich, this changes everything. If'n I can't have I'sai on m'island, 'twill
need at least another score of bronzers t'be making up the loss. At least.
Meri's pregnant? *Now*? Meri, why'd you nay tell us?" And then, "'Tis all
dependant on what people are *willing* t'bid, y'know. Some will take an
unknown in hopes of winning a fortune, some just want t'bet *against* the
known, and every bet lowers the odds that much more--but if'n 'twill
excuse? 'Twill be right back," she assures, rising from her seat. "I just
need t'fetch a thing from Lysseth's straps." There's a quick-flashed smile
to Is at that, and a moment's murmur before she takes her temporary leave.

I'sai senses Kassima answers more softly than before, the lighter for the
heaviness, "I tease, tease only; if'n it bothers, then you know you've but
t'say. Kichevio can certes do *other*. Arguably, given the situation, any
other might be better. But now, then, 'twill get it now--'tis with Lysseth;
I'll be back," and that's when she goes.

"I-what---pregnant?" Meri sputters, eyes widening with shock and yes,
horror. "I--I'm not pregnant!" She protests, shooting I'sai a fair
imitation of Kich's look of Evil. It takes a moment, but then the rest of
his words register and she settles in a movement reminescent of ruffling
and resettling feathers. "Thank you Is--" One hand runs unconsciously over
her still trim waistline and she sighs under her breath, almost as if
reliefed to find it's still there. "I'm not pregant--I was just offering
Gay my supposed fourth for the right price. I've already promised my third
to Kassi--" Meri explains to I'sai in an utterly serious tone, as if this
all makes perfect sense. Kich gets a grin and a nod "Of course you have
thrall Kich, it's just different from Kassi's. You also don't have the
power of the spawn--or at least not as much as Kassi--not yet." Turning her
attention back to I'sai her eyebrow raises "You can really declare yourself
nuetral when so many of -your- spawn are going to be involved in the
conflict?"

I'sai leans back enough to roll pale eyes Kassi's way, and idly watch her
progression outward; he straightens, then. "'Score of bronzers,'" and he's
even said the hated -er word, quite unconscionably pleased as he is, "Did
you hear that? A full score. ...And what? You're not? Then why didn't you
say - well, shells, Meri; say so next time, and let me know early so I can
place a bet here or there, at least. Not that I know -why- Gay or Kassi
would want any spare spawn. And they, mine that is, can be neutral too;
they can hide out with me. It's fair."

Kichevio makes a face. "You all have met Kiralee. She's got thrall enough
for two, maybe three." Carefully, she stands up, snatching one last cookie
for the road as Kassi comes back in. "I'll leave you all to finish planning
world domination. I'll never be able to conquer even my hidework if I don't
get some sleep." Meri gets an awkward hug, Kassi and Gay are grinned at.
I'sai...well, she doesn't step on his foot on the way out. "Oh, I'sai is
all yours, Kassi. I wouldn't dare take him. Threats of double agents being
what they are..." On that cryptic note, she's gone.

I'sai, similarly, doesn't kick her ankle as she heads out. "Night,
Kitschy." And he leaves it at that.

Gay begins to roll up her maps, glancing over to I'sai. "Okay, you can be
the Neural Party, if you want. There might be more people who're neutral,
but you're head of 'em." She nods at Kassi as she gets up, after glancing
between I'sai and Meri, fairly bewildered. "So you're not. Was going to say
that you didn't -look- pregnant." She mirrors Kich's grin, calling after
her, "Sleep well! -- Actually, that might be it for me as well." She
stands, gathering her maps up under one arm.

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

Kassima isn't too long in returning, carrying a mid-sized and soft looking
parcel wrapped in classic Kassi fashion: white cloth painted with black and
bronze streaks, and an abundance of silly green ribbon. "I've worked long
and hard t'achieve the power of the spawn," she agrees with more of the
early serenity. "Though some parts of it were less like *work* than others.
You do realize that Kisai and the one t'come aren't apt t'be neutral, Is, I
hope, when the alternative is t'be heirs to a share of their mother's
dominion--" She sets the package in front of him as she speaks, and moves
around to where her seat lies; and before taking it, smiles back at Kich
with some bemusement. "Good of you t'give me such a gift, Kich," she
comments, "as 'twere. G'night t'you, t'Saulith--ach, t'you as well, Gay?
Then may your dreams be sweet, and thankee again so many times for all you
gave me."

"So glad you approve," I'sai says to Gay, mildly. "And good night, if you
-do- have to go - fine, fine, -they- might not be neutral, but it's their
choice, at least," and with that he dives with delight into all the ribbons
and all. Turnday!

"Having established that I am not--nor do I have plans to be pregnant--I
think I must be off as well." Meri grins, standing, stretching and then
popping the last bit of bubbly into her mouth. She grabs ahold of sheaf of
hides, and offers a nod to Kassi and I'sai "G'eve to you both.." And then a
wink for Kassi "Don't tell Kich and Gay--but I'll join your side anytime
Kassi. My excuse being that the thrall has gotten me in it's dark web." A
salute is snapped off to I'sai--softened with a slightly teasing grin.
"Sweet dreams to y'both."


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To:        I'sai
Subject:   Gift. :)
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	There's no doubt that this cloak was made for Telgar winters--not 
with its long drape of fine white wool, tight-woven enough to be some proof 
against the elements yet still flexible and reasonably soft; it's enough to 
cover a middling tall man from his crown to just above his heels, and its 
spread is sufficient that, should he draw it in close, it would completely 
surround him and then some. After all, it takes a fair amount of material 
to achieve a truly satisfying flare at the hemline! This one promises to 
provide just that, and this dramatic quality may be why the interior of the 
cloak has been lined in pale ice blue that such flares might nicely 
display. Around the inside edges and along the rim of the hood is a band of 
thick, lush fur of a just slightly darker shade, more akin to that of a 
clear winter's sky, which should aid in protecting sensitive ears from the 
bitter local winds. The outer edges, meanwhile, bear a design picked out 
delicately in more of that ice-blue thread: small diamonds stand vertically 
point to point, barely visible from a distance but clearly sewn with care 
when one inspects them closely. The minimalist ornament and choice of color 
may not be happenstance; after all, trust the giver to wish to equip you 
with the sort of garment you might use to sneak about unseen in the snow 
should you wish to wreak some minor havoc on the unsuspecting... or maybe 
just have a sporting chance when playing hide-and-seek with keen-eyed 
daughters. But though the enamelled azure lozenge of the cloak clasp 
follows this theme of simplicity, the chips of glittering crystal around it 
know nothing of discretion, and threaten to sparkle and dance with light 
given any provocation at all.

	Wind to thy wings,
	Kassima, green Lysseth's rider and Thunderbolt Wingleader, Telgar Weyr.

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Gay waves Kassima's thanks off, shaking her head. "S'nothing. Well, I mean,
I wanted to. I'm just glad that you like it all, yeah? And I'm glad you'll
have something to know that I truly do care when I crush your forces." A
flash of a grin for the enthusiasm with which Is attacks the present as she
heads out to thew bowl. On her way, "I heard that, Meri!"

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

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

"A'course, choice," Kassi agrees equanimably enough, "as your choice is;
will you at least visit the island, though? Methinks you can be neutral and
still do that." And oh, she does grin for his enthusiasm; grin and watch
with her usual half-anxiety, half-hopefulness, before looking up at Meri
and laughing. "You'll always be welcome on m'side, Meri, and y'know it.
Dream sweet yoursel--ach, shards. Did I miss?"

Kassima adds, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, "And Gay's
overconfidence will be her undoing yet, y'know. Just watch. 'Twill subvert
her forces with m'evil, nefarious ways."

"Crush your -forces-," I'sai says on a laugh, wrapping the ribbon 'round
his towel by way of saving it. "Night, Meri, and hello to K'nan," even if
it -is- too late, and then, -then- he's spilling that length of fine white
wool into his hands, coming across palest-blue lining here, lush fur there,
and -then- bits of crystal that owe more to glittering ice than any snow.

Kassima watches the ribbon-wrapping; "That's quite a look for you," she
approves, inevitably. And no less inevitably comes the nervous, "D'you like
it? It should be made t'your measure--"

"It's..." I'sai pauses. "I can half-_disappear_ into the snow this way,
can't I? Just a moment," and he takes care to slide the klah pot and, yes,
even his own mug where it won't endanger the fine garment - even should So
be on the loose. "It's a... and there's the clasp... that's amazing. I've
nothing like it; but then, you know that," and he tips her up a smile.

"That's rather the idea. And you realize I'm trusting you nay t'disappear
on *me*, at least with any nefarious purpose in mind such as putting snow
down m'shirt; doubtless foolish of me, but," Kassima teases, watching this
reception with open pleasure, "I do have m'foolish moments." Smile matches
smile. "I was rather counting on it. A'course, you have plenty of flair on
your own without needing a cloak--but y'know me. Always in favor of
overdoing a thing."

Not disappear - I'sai plays at scooping the wool about his shoulders, as
-if- that could make him vanish in the midst of the considerably darker and
more populated living caverns that just aren't snowy at all, and from that
refuge blinks out at her. "It's marvelous. Thank you. If you can tell where
I am."

Kassima can play along with the best when so minded, and this has been a
night for play: she blinks once, twice, in exaggerated surprise, and makes
a show of looking all around her. Where *did* that bronzerider go? "I can't
see a *thing!*" she earnestly informs the air near his left ear. "You've
gone, you've gone entirely, and I'm doubtless doomed t'some great mischief
now. Nevertheless," this time to an empty space at least a foot to his
right, "you're always welcome."

I'sai looks ever so pleased, eyes that much brighter beneath lifted brows,
and - careful of the wool on the bench, lest it snag - carefully slides
into that directed space. From there, he says, "I know it's gotten to be
your Turnday, too; but mine - well, Kisai's and mine - it's _completely_
impractical. Mostly," and that with decided relish.

Kassima glances suspiciously this way and that; wasn't his voice over there
before? But it's over here now, so she addresses his new position, if still
flicking eyes here and there as if searching for some sign of him,
"*Completely* impractical. That has a certain promise, but the way you say
it... particularly with our bonny impling involved."

I'sai rummages through that sack he'd brought, coming up with a new one,
burlap, that isn't so decorative but at least hasn't taken on the smell of
day-worn tunic; he slides it over, and not with particular care, either:
evidently it's at least that safe. "Go on. Open it."

"Bags out of nowhere," Kassima marvels, but despite such suspicious origins
she pushes plates and glass aside to draw the bag in close to her. No
ribbons, but she's still eager enough in following his directions. There's
something for her in there and she wants to see!

It's all lumpish, wrapped up in oilcloth: multiple lumps, it's proved, a
peculiar malleable not-quite-clay that's dyed in the brightest colors that
can be managed - yellow and green and orange and blue, and perhaps the more
easily made for not having to be colorfast the way dyed garments would.
"For making things with," I'sai says with great satisfaction. "You could
make one like L'cher and twist his head off, say."

Kassima is surprised--and little wonder; it's doubtful she's seen quite the
like before, and she pokes gently at a lump with a curious finger that only
becomes more curious at how easily it gives. His explanation, though,
clears it right up. "Or I could make one of L'cher, and one of me," she
says with delight, "and have the bright green me knee the bright blue
L'cher in clay like I can't in real life! And a'course," she teases again,
"I don't doubt you'll always be nice t'me now, lest I fashion and wreak
evils upon a clay *you*. 'Tis marvelous, Is. Was the idea yours or hers?"

I'sai's own expression is the more pleased for her evident enjoyment; "You
could," he says, and then that expression shades more distant in thought,
the glowlight picking green at his temples and threatening to tint even the
long white slide of wool; "Hmm. Hmm, do you know, I'm not sure. I think it
was ours; together. Can't believe she has ten Turns."

"'Twill show them t'you when I've made them," Kassi promises, "since I can
imagine that being the sort of thing you'd be amused by; and shall I make a
clay you and a clay So for clay you t'neuter?" One gets the sneaking
suspicion that these things probably aren't what the original inventors of
Play-Doh had in mind. "I know. I'm always looking up and wondering where
the time *went*... at least I know where *she* went, usually, thanks t'your
present last. She'll be a teenager a'fore either of us know it."

I'sai's quick to say, "No neutering, please. Yes, even of him. And - that's
the thing: teens of Turns, and then the searchdragons come, and putting her
in front of them seems like putting candy in front of -her-."

Kassima, all innocence: "Wasn't it you who first brought up neutering, with
Lanisa's feline, and then didn't seem so adverse when I suggested it for
So...? I hope you're right." Worry momentarily shadows her expression. "She
wants t'ride. You've doubtless caught that. You should've seen her telling
T'van about the blue or gold she wanted someday--actually, you should've
seen that for different reasons, namely how she told T'van Tear was the
best male ever and Faenth couldn't outfly him with Lyss or other greens.
Methinks you'd have approved. I'm nay sure what she'll make of it if'n the
dragons are somehow blind enough *nay* t'Search her."

I'sai waves a hand - that was then! - and gloves it in cloak's warmth,
which he then pulls up to hide his mouth if not those laughing, faintly
horrified eyes. Muffled, "-Did- she now. And how'd he react? I half feel
sorry for the lad. ...And I've no doubts she'll just talk and talk and talk
till they give in. Or tell them stories. That'd do. Or there's always an
oiling or few."

Kassima grins for the gesture; comments, "That cloak really does suit
you--and she did indeed. He was unfazed, a'course, beyond t'suggest that
mayhaps Tear should have all the golds and leave Faenth the greens, which
Kiss didn't like at *all*. Seems the correlation between 'Weyrleader' or
'clutchsire' and 'less time t'play' has occured t'her. She adores you,
y'know," and her expression softens as she says it. "'Tis one of the many
reasons I count m'self lucky in the father of this one. I've said that,
haven't I? That I do? --He *also* tried t'get her t'tell him what I like
for food these days." Back out of serious mode, at least for the moment.
"I'm wondering if'n I'm going t'have t'brand 'I am never going t'sleep with
you' on his forehead for him t'get the idea, though he's mostly left off
after the S'vyn business; which is neither here nor there. Think you Tear
might indulge her if'n she threatened him with drums and bells?"

I'sai inclines his head at the compliment, though it's truly more about her
taste; amusement reigns through the tale of Tear and Faenth and poor T'van,
unfazed or no; then, both softly and briefly, "I appreciate it. Knowing." -
"If it didn't work exactly, at least it should be distracting, the brand at
least; and Tear... depends on our mood, I dare say. Mostly he'd just be,
what's the word. Fond. Amused. Both of those. Possibly indulgent." - "I
talked to Mother; she has a mind to see the girl at Harper, perhaps in the
autumn. But then there are the weavers. Or even - but think about it, would
you? Tear's reminded me that we need to get some rest."

"Aye, well; never doubt it. 'Twasn't exactly the heart of m'intent or
aught, but if'n I'd been choosing rather than pleasantly surprised, I
couldn't have chosen better," and Kassi will leave it there with a smile,
the better to not give would-be eavesdroppers any greater teasing fodder
than they already have. "'Twould provide comedy too for all who saw it,
don't you think? I'm inclined t'say the same would hold for Lyss. She's
certes fond of Kisai--but she's never Searched any of m'children, want it
or nay. I meant t'ask whether you'd told your mother about the new bairn
and what she'd said; though mayhaps I can guess it. 'Twould nay mind seeing
her there as a student either." Slight emphasis on 'student.' "She's too
young t'Apprentice, too young t'leave for good... but we can, should talk
about it later, hmm? I do like the notion. And I wish both you and Tear the
sweetest and fairest of dreams, neutral party though you be."

I'sai flushes, then, and murmurs something appreciative for the words and
for the one who says them and all, and their daughter too; "That's when I'd
told her," he does say. "And student, aye; and the best to you two, and -
and I think I'd better give them this towel back, it's as dry as it'll be,"
and with that he flutters into the inner cavern with wool and ribbons and all.

I'sai walks towards the inner cavern.