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Wine Conquers All


Date:  February 3, 2000
Places:  Telgar Weyr's Southern Bowl and Livin 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:  Of all the things Kassi respected and might want to 
emulate about the late M'kla, her massive number of spawn probably 
wasn't one of them.  But what can you do when you're, in Kassi's own
words, 'As fecund as a bloody canine who's had three gallons of Water?'  
Once again, our heroine has allowed alcohol to lead her astray, and now
must spawn the penalty, probably dooming the Weyr in the process.  Think 
she'll ever learn her lesson about drinking around crazy male 
greenriders?  Nahhhhhh.

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The Log:

You backwing for a landing.

<*> Saskia comes down the short path from Rinath's ledge.

<*> Saskia strolls down from her ledge and smiles "Hi Lysseth, I'sai. How's
it going, I'sai?"

<*> Lysseth spirals and swoops several times in the process of making her
landing, finally touching the ground and furling both always-sound and
newly-healed wing with a rumble of greeting and smugness. Oh, is she smug.
She is smug, hear her roar. It was the best of smugs, it was the worst of
smugs. "Lysseth, you need a hobby," Kassi mutters, unbuckling herself to
vault for the ground and simultaneously wave to the other riders. Nice
trick, that.

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.

I'sai's leaning against Taralyth's leg, heavily; when the echoes of the
rumble fade, not to mention his own dragon's warbled reply, "It's - it's
doing. He's worrying he's turning orange, now, and it's thanks to _her_
spawn. Well, and morning sweeps: pick-pick-pick, go the miners."

Saskia grins at the exchange "Hi Kassi. Lysseth, you look lovely. That wing
seems to have healed very nicely."

Lysseth warbles back to Saskia. Smugly. Let us not forget smugly. Wings are
extended, preened, before she wraps her tail around her in a curl and
settles with a deeply contented sigh. Kassi seems more exasperated by her
lifemate than anything, giving the green a light club on the shoulder
before vocally greeting the other two: "G'deve, g'day, and heyla t'you
both. Uh... turning orange, I'sai? Khari didn't try t'be painting him, did
she?"

"It's just the light," I'sai explains, beneath the prismatic wings tilted
-just- so to soak the evening all up, dark-to-light tail-tip wrapping
around his knees; "And your ... I think it's your older spawn. I think.
Kvasith might have had something to do with it; it's entirely possible."

Saskia smiles warmly at Lysseth then chuckles "Ahh, Kassi spawn. Actually I
thought Kaylira did very well at the HRW hatching. She has your touch,
Kassi. She successfully predicted Ro would Impress brown."

Kassima lets herself tip back into a comfortable lean against her lounging
lifemate, one hand stealthily sneaking into her satchel to find a mint
stick. Must have a mint stick. "The light suits him," she opines, after a
moment spent surveying the young dragon. "Kaylira? *Kaylira* turning
dragons orange... oh, dear. I hope she's nay mentioned that to her sister.
The two of 'em wouldn't rest 'til they'd done it." A bright grin is turned
towards Saskia. "Aye, I know it! Isn't it marvellous? I've a fine, heavy
purse t'be adding to m'coffers, with a bit set aside for her. She may make
a gambler yet."

Saskia laughs "With you to teach her, I'm sure she'll be making marks hand
over fist."

I'sai agrees, "Early on, too. Wasn't even the, 'Oh, a brown's stumbling for
her, let's bet on it!'" Taralyth's stirred at that comment, too, neckridges
flaring along the arch of his lean neck.

Kassima executes her best bow to Saskia, braid flopping about with the
exuberance of her flourish. "You compliment me entirely too much, m'friend.
'Tis a start--now, if'n Khari and Kris will just inherit the luck too...
they should. They have the benefit of the Fortunate Letter, too. A'course,
Kay did have one extra advantage, as 'twere--she's obsessed with brown; had
she been hooked on green, she might've wagered her Aunt Ro would get that
instead. So."

I'sai slits his eyes at that: "She didn't happen to mention the, ah,
obsession. Think she'd have gotten a better ratio if she had? Or... or
maybe she wouldn't have bet on Ro at all, if it hadn't been she was meant
for brown. How's -that-." Taralyth glances down from where he'd been
looking, extending his muzzle to inspect that braid-flop: do that again.

"She's gotten more discreet about it," Kassima admits. "Time was when she'd
tell anyone who'd listen how she'd be a brownriding Weyrleader when she
grew up, but one who wouldn't get her pants torched like M'hryn did. I
suppose 'tis possible. Sometimes, you just have a *hunch*... like with
Gaiath's flight; wasn't sure why I thought Tovith would win, but I did, and
all the better for me. Did you manage t'avoid getting pounced on by LCGs
that night yourself?" She gives Taralyth a curious, uncomprehending look,
but Lysseth seems to understand and very delicately hooks the braid with
one claw to flip--flick!--it so that it now drapes up and over the
greenrider's face. "Someone," says Kassi, going cross-eyed to peer at her
displaced hair, "please tell me what I did t'deserve such a dragon."

Taralyth's unsconscionably throaty croon is all approval: good, brave
Lysseth! and he relinquishes his tailhold in favor of sinking back to his
haunches and stretching in a spine-arching yawn. His rider's left just
standing there to nod at mention of M'hryn and hunches and such, that small
sack of clothes over his arm; missing the acronym at first, he only finally
says, "Ah. Er. Yes, actually. Er."

"Good thing," Kassi approves, before taking a moment to duck her head down
and then snap it back up, sending the braid back where it belongs. Whoosh!
Lysseth's rumble is one of lazy acceptance, amusement; thank you. She
tries. "You don't want t'be getting pounced by LCGs unless you're after a
lot of children. Most of 'em are nigh as fecund as M'kla was," Kassi
continues, "or so it seems sometimes... say, what's in the sack? You
haven't gone and bought a kilt, have you?"

Taralyth's dark head -tilts- at the whoosh; evidently, while it may not
compare with that of flaming, there's something of that fascination
reflected in his diamondine eyes. Meanwhile, I'sai clutches at the back of
his neck, muttering something about not growing it out; "Well. Ah. M'..."
he doesn't quite look at the better-informed Saskia. "That is, m', my sack,
it just has clothes in it. Normal clothes in it. I thought I would change.
Again. No kilt. Just, well, trous, that sort of thing. Shirt. Tunic. The
usual. Nothing unusual at all, really. It's A'lex who brought up L'cher's
shorts, actually."

Lysseth attempts to tweeze the braid between two foreclaws, pincer-style,
and hold it up to wave to and fro above and behind her rider's head. Though
Kassi surely notices this, she doesn't give her dragon the satisfaction of
reacting; instead, she calmly responds to I'sai with as much dignity as one
who isn't made to look like an idiot by a green, "Change? Whyfor? And what
were you going t'say a'fore you substituted sack? And *what*, do tell, do
L'cher's underpants have t'be doing with this--or would m'life be happier
if'n 'twere nay knowing?"

Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "Lysseth: Amidala's Hairdresser."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima snickers!

Taralyth's paw -twitches-, talons curling into the ground, even as he eyes
all that hair-semaphoring; no doubt the seacraft would be proud if their
apprentices paid half so much attention. Meanwhile: "Sack," I'sai chirps.
"It was just your accid - accent; it was sneaking up on me with the
my-part, see. An' change because we've been flying all afternoon and I'll
save you the details; and I -left- before hearing any details about the,
er. Rest of it. That you mentioned. I'm sure we'd all be happier, but ask
him if you must, or maybe Tamera, she was there too. Jenren got that light
in her eyes. And I'm running out of breath."

I'sai takes a deeper one, this time.

Lysseth absorbs herself in making the braid do a little dance. It might as
well be a puppet, poor thing: Barney the Blue-Black Tunnelsnake or some
such thing, bobbing and weaving its tassled head about. Hello, hello, and
how are you? "Just my... accident," Kassima repeats slowly, cocking a brow
at the younger rider. "'Twere about t'say accident. Methinks I'm going t'be
needing details on this one, bronzer--though mayhaps nay on the sweeps and
changing part; I'll grant you that. So. Tamera, A'lex, Jenren--" Does her
lip curl a bit at that name? "--And yourself were discussing L'cher's
pants. What about 'em? Spill it, or 'twill tell you all about what *Mart*
does after flights and complete your education. But be sure t'remember
t'breathe."

Saskia hrms "I'm not sure I want to know unless it's after he wins them."

"After he wins," Kassi promises, with a waggle of brows to match waggle of
braid. "Ularrith's caught Lysseth thrice, so I should know." Yes, folks,
she just isn't happy unless she's racking up yet more stars by her name on
Mart's kill-list.

Saskia swallows then asks quietly "Um, is it something I should know then?"

Kassima gives this query due consideration. But, when all's said and done,
she must needs shake her head. "Something you *should*, 'twould nay
think--worry nay; I'm only teasing, for unlike *him*, I don't actually go
around discussing people's bedroom habits or what they do with pillows in
public. Promise."

"First, keep in mind that I left before the discussion of you-know-who's
pants could really, uh, kick in. That's a crucial part. Second," I'sai
notes, "I'm just as happy missing anything to do with my wingleader that
could possibly get me on dawn sweeps again. ...Well, unless it's worth it,"
and there's that momentary, wicked grin, "Which I hope this isn't. But hey,
didn't he catch Herath once upon a time?"

Kassima quips, dryly, "Since Ularrith isn't apt t'be catching Taralyth...."
Even if the latter *did* get put briefly on +flights. "I doubt 'twould find
the information useful either, though if'n you've ever a need for blackmail
against him, just let me know and I'll provide... being evil t'Mart *is*
m'primary task in life, y'know." The braid bobs agreement. "Well, what
*did* you hear? Nay that I've any illicit interest in L'cher's pants, but
if'n his pants have gotten him into trouble, it may be wing business. He
did indeed! That's the clutch from whence Solarith came, among others."

Saskia suddenly seems to notice I'sai's look and returns it with an odd 
frown.

Saskia shifts slightly, clearly uncomfortable "Okay, Kassi. It's not...well
anyway." She coughs and then says "L'cher has quite the reputation."

I'sai's sandy brows tuck in, simple puzzlement - what? - and holds Saskia's
gaze a moment before returning, "I'll save the, ah, blackmail for later,
thank you. And as for L'cher, the key word is 'rot,' or at least it's the
last thing I heard."

Kassima's brows attempt to climb up to the top of her head. "*Rot*? The
man's wearing rotten pants? He's stashing rotten things *in* his pants?
What's already in his pants has finally rotted and a few fewer
greenriders'll be grounded this Turn? What?" She turns her head to nod a
wry agreement with Saskia. "That's one way of saying it, aye."

Saskia nods "He did indeed." she looks thoughtful then says almost
defiantly "It just goes to show you that the dragons choose."

Kassima nods agreement with that, too. "Aye. Or Lyss wouldn't have been
flown by so many males with female riders. Still, I still think the kilt
had something t'do with it."

I'sai holds up his hands - which sends the clothes-sack flopping against
his hip; "Ask Jenren about -that-," is all he murmurs, pale shadow to the
reply of choice. Meanwhile, Taralyth's choice is - sad to say - more along
the lines of nosing over those talons that he'd gotten deplorably muddy
earlier.

Saskia smiles "She likes kilts, does she? Rinath seems to like mischief
makers. She's always been fond of Ansuth."

Saskia's smile fades as she eyes I'sai and points out not too kindly "He
doesn't get a choice really."

"I'd rather nay," Kassi murmurs, eyes half-lidding for a moment. "Ushu,
mayhaps. L'cher'd have fun being examined by him; he'd likely have his
pants full of rose petals, then." Glancing up at her lifemate--who, having
tired of the braid-game, has let it fall back against Kassi's jacket with a
dull *thwap*--"Does she? I haven't a clue what *she* likes. Blues, browns,
bronzes, whichever can catch. Was flown by Ansuth once. I meant Herath;
Mart was wearing a kilt when Ularrith caught her." A look is sneaked
towards I'sai. "Good luck, y'know. And virility. Think about it."

I'sai rests the sack upon his boot, saving it from the mud, while his other
hand shoves defensively into one of his pockets; "Who does? ...No; I can't
say that. I can't." Nor does he look at the wingleader, for all he mentions
dryly, "I'd rather not Tear catch Herath, thank you very much."

Saskia who was looking at I'sai during Kassi's kilt comment, abruptly looks
away, only to turn back to him again and frown "Herath's a very nice
dragon." she says defensively.

"But a lot of work comes with her," I'sai murmurs. "A whole lot. Not to
mention -meetings-. All on top of," here's a nod Kassima's way, "what
wingleaders have to do."

Kassima wants to know, "Can't say what? And you're meaning t'say you have
nay ambitions towards Weyrleadering?" Pause. Then, simply, consideringly,
"Huh." That's helpful. "So... if'n I may ask. Why d'you two keep looking at
and then away from each other like that? Or should I ask Pierron for his
rumors? He does tend t'be catching wind of such things in a hurry." A
head-bob is accorded I'sai; quite right. "Meetings," she mutters. "Feh."

Saskia smiles to Kassi "So far Rinath has only expressed a liking for
Ansuth." then hehs "The work is on the gold side. Don't you remember your
weyrling lessons?"

Tovith backwings for a landing.

Leya slides down off of Tovith, her feet landing on the ground with a soft
*thump*.

Saskia blushes "Looking? I was just talking to him." She turns away from
I'sai and gazes down at the ground.

I'sai dips his fair head in a nod to Lysseth's rider, with quite the degree
of - questionable - deference. "As you say. ...Both of you, of course."

Kassima offers, diplomatically, "Plenty of work on both sides, I'd say.
Just leading the Wings in Fall is work. 'Lex has let me do it once or
twice, so I can be attesting to that. Plenty of duty t'go around--oh-ho, so
that's why you're blushing and looking away, is it?" One brow lifts, and
the second follows after. "Something's fishy in Nerat, as they say. And I
believe I owe this bronzer a degree of nosiness, in retribution for like
favor. Hey, Leya, Tovith." Lysseth rumbles a drowsily smug greeting to the
brown. She's *still* radiating smug. She'd be smirking if she could.

Leya waves to everyone and walks over once she gets her feet back on the
group. "G'devening I'sai, Kassi, Saskia." She nods to each as she says
their name.

Taralyth glances up from talons-examining in favor of - well, it's been a
few days; he can warble to his clutchmate amiably enough, for all that he
still resettles his wings in a momentary show of their span. "And that's
why it's nice being a wingrider, escaping both sides," I'sai assures - only
to swing without segue into, "Leya! Good to see -you-."

Tovith is radiating an equal degree of smugness. He wuffles at Lysseth, his
chest puffed out and his neck held at just such an angle that it's apparent
that she he thinks he's quite the stud.

Leya smiles at I'sai, though she does glance at him and the others in
confusion. "Uhh, nice to see you too. Escaping from what?"

Saskia's blush deepens "Anyone'd blush at the mention of L'cher's shorts."
She waves "Hi Leya." She clears her throat "Well, I really need to go study
some...records. Please excuse me." She waves and makes a hasty retreat.

Saskia takes the short path up to Rinath's ledge.

"But then you don't get t'be reassigning any dawn sweeps the leaders try
t'be giving you t'your Wingriders," Kassima protests, all innocence, with a
wink to Leya that may--or may not--be reassuring. "By the by, Leya, do
thank Tovith for winning those marks for me the other day if'n 'twould?
Always good t'have more jangling about in the belt pouch." A queer cross
between a whistle and a trill comes from Lysseth: the dragon's attempt at a
wolf-whistle, causing Kassi to eye her with a bit of worry. "Hasn't been
*that* long, surely," she mutters. "Oh, aye, a'course, Sa--shardit. Missed."

I'sai eyes Saskia's retreating back, then lets out a long breath and
resettles the sack again upon his foot; "Oh. Missing that. What a shame.
...Hmm, Kassima, do you ever share with the people who win you those
marks?" tenor trailing off slightly on the echoes of Lysseth's sound.

Leya smiles weakly at Kassima at she reminds of the reason she wasn't
available for dawnsweeps. She gestures toward the smug lump which is
currently Tovith at the thank you. "He's there, but umm, your welcome
anyways." Her head jerks around to peer at Lysseth at the odd noise coming
from her. She eyes her, then her own dragon and shakes her head muttering
something about flights and curses.

"Rarely," answers Kassi, "except in cases where they give me betting tips,
such as the deal I made with Ryi: she'll recompense m'bet if'n her spawn
*isn't* a girl, but if'n 'tis, I have t'cut her in on what I win." Right.
That made perfect sense. "She's nay proddy," the greenrider then hastens to
reassure. Though under her breath, one can hear her mutter, "Yet. Hopefully
nay again for awhile. Life's odd enough already without *that*."

"Which reminds me, Leya, I believe it's our turn to talk," I'sai says with
a small, small smile; "...Though it can wait. - And I think I see. So it
has to be a good deal there, too." Not proddy? He glances askance in any 
case.

Kassima's brows swoop down again, over a crease between her eyes. "*What*
is going on with you and women, anyway?" she demands of I'sai, confused.
"Have you got Saskia and Leya pregnant or something? You'd *better* nay
have; we don't need another Thunderbolt dragon out for the count, nay now!
Uh, nay offense, Leya." Thoughtfully, she rummages until she finds a
mint-stick to offer in placation. Pregnant women love mint, right?

Tovith puffs out his chest even more. He lifts his wings and slowly unfurls
them for Lysseth's benifit. He waits until he's sure she got a good
eyefull, then lays them back onto his back with a snap. Leya just sighs and
shakes her head, "Life is strange enough already," she remarks to Kassi,
then nods to I'sai. "Talk? Oh, sure. Anytime."

"Saskia's not in Thunderbolt!" I'sai protests, "And I haven't - and Leya -
and - and - and!" closer to sputtering, now.

"So you *did* get Saskia pregnant!" Kassi crows, triumphant. She's figured
out the puzzle. "Shells and shards, man, one at a time isn't enough for
you? You've got t'be trying t'copy T'lar's trick *already*? You're young;
the mass production of spawn can *wait*, and even F'hlan didn't have two at
*your* age." Lysseth, of course, is quite happy to watch Tovith with
half-lidded eyes and a rumble of distinct contentment, earning her another
*look* from Kassi.

Leya just blinks at Kassi for several long moments turning several lovely
shades of red. She seems to be doing that a lot lately. "He... What?" She
eyes I'sai, then looks back at Kassi, "I'sai most certainly has not gotten
me pregnant." She mutters in a lower voice, "If I am it's from someone
else." She raises her voice again, "I don't know about Saskia."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima works to get herself murdered by I'sai. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "He wouldn't murder you. He's too nice. I 
think... :)"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Give Kassi a few Turns. Mart used to be too
nice too. ;)"

I'sai gapes, palm clutching his forehead by now, "Didn't - " His face may
be flaming, but also his eyes burn blue; "I said," he says, "I wouldn't
betray a confidence. But you can trust me," that last with a tight,
teeth-baring smile.

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Is Kassi honorbound to torture all men?"

Telgar Weyr> I'sai wouldn't say that he's -nice-, so much as not quite up
to the murdering part of things. Yet. ;)

Kassima is now thoroughly confused. "So Saskia's pregnant, and you're
pregnant, but you're pregnant by someone *else*." With a sigh, she sticks
the mint in her mouth to suck on it rather glumly. "Is *everyone* pregnant
around here? Confidence? Trust? This is related t'spawning how? You've lost
me here, I have t'be saying."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Nah, she's only honor-bound to torture Mart.
The rest she tortures just for fun. ;)"

I'sai relies on, "-I'm- -not- -pregnant-."

Telgar Weyr> Leya hmms, "Kassi must have an odd sense of humor then."

A passing male bluerider leers at I'sai. "I could try to fix that for you?"
He then hastens to duck into the LC and safety before the bronzerider can
throw anything at him.

I'sai gibbers for a few long moments.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Very. Though it's all tease, of course. She'd
never actually castrate anyone or force them to do anything... just cajole.
A lot. ;)"

Taralyth does nose his rider's shoulder consolingly; they'll survive.

Leya closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, then opens them again. "I'm not
pregnant. At least as far as I now, flights tend to do weird things." She
gestures toward I'sai, then stares hard at him. "Of course you're not.
You're a guy." She then glares of the leering bluerider, "Awful man..."

I'sai nods firmly at Leya. To Kassima, once he can get out an actual word,
"See?!"

"Oh, *flight*. Right." Kassi brightens some; she'd forgotten. "That makes
sense. Tovith have any thoughts on the matter? Nay, scratch that--too
early. Lysseth always takes at least three sevendays t'be poking her nose
in." The green is given a Meaningful Look, which she returns with blue-eyed
innocence. Staring after the bluerider, Kassi mutters, "I'm nay sure I
*want* t'see."

Tovith turns his eyes on Leya as he senses her distress, but as Leya just
waves him off her turns back to Lysseth with a draconic shrug. Humans, what
can you do? He sidles a little bit closer to her and lets his tail brush
against her side.

"Good," I'sai says; and then, distracted into new speculation, his tenor
lights into better humor, if therefore questionable as before: "Why don't
we all go to the Lava Lounge. Have some nice alcoholic drinks. Make up for
it. Isn't that the sort of thing you like to do, Kassima?"

Leya would normally veto such an idea, but right now... "Good idea, I'sai.
I could use to relax a little." She smiles at Kassima, "I've never been
before you know."

Lysseth is all sympathy. Eighteen Turns she's spent with hers, and she
still can't figure her out half the time. A rumble resonates from the
dusty-pine throat, and she whuffles lightly at the brown. If she knew any
good pick-up lines, she'd probably try one about now. "Incorrigible beast,"
Kassima mutters, hopefully referring to the green. The suggestion gets her
to look up; surprisingly, perhaps, a flush creeps along her cheekbones.
"Sounds like a lovely idea, and normally, 'twould love to, but I, um. I
can't. Terribly sorry. You should go, though--" she hastens to add, "if'n
you want to, and enjoy yourselves; wonderful place, 'tis. You should be
seeing the walls, Leya--they're nigh a historic landmark."

I'sai murmurs, "Wonderful," to his clutchmate before arching sandy brows at
her wingleader. "You can't? Why, I heard you used to have quite the
...capacity for that sort of thing. So you're saying you've lost that
tolerance? No longer Kassima, Mistress of the Million Mugs?"

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "I have a question about spawning. Going *between*
makes you abort if you're pregnant, right? But you can't tell if you are
until several weeks later? What do you do?"

Telgar Weyr> I'sai ain't no gurl, but didn't Kylara stay between extra-long
to do that aborting thing?

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "I don't remember."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "There're different theories on that--myself, I
think it takes a lot of *betweening* or an extra-long jump to do it. Some
think one jump can cause miscarriage. I think most folk wind up either
playing that they happened not to lose it or got conveniently grounded for
something *cough wing-sprain cough* long enough to figure it out."

Telgar Weyr> Keira says, "It's a matter of timing, I think..."

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick says, "Going *between* at the wrong time screws it up.
As to what you do, if your char thinks there is a chance she is pregnant,
she just should avoid going *between* as much as possible."

Telgar Weyr> Leya hmms, "Ok. And in case you're wondering it's for future
reference." :)

Telgar Weyr> Dossa has already found out the hard way. :)

Tovith doesn't know any either so he just nudges her tail with his, the end
twirls seductively. He whuffles back, letting his nose lightly brush her 
neck.

"I still have the capacity," Kassi replies, immediately on the defensive.
This is a point of pride with her, after all. "I'm *Bendenite*. A'course I
have full tolerance. I just can't... go *between*... right now." The middle
of that is mumbled to a degree to be well-nigh incomprehensible. With an
apologetic look towards Leya, she tells her, "Kena will keep leading the
drills and such for awhile, just so y'know. She'll likely announce it with
the next set."

"The walls? Really?" She then looks closely at Kassi, looking for some
clue, "Kena? Wha...?" She quickly looks over at Lysseth, eyeing her wings,
"Are Lysseth's wings taking a lot longer to heal? Is it serious?" Poor
naive Leya.

It's likely that I'sai's less comprehending than confirming as he turns,
looks, "...Really. But Lysseth, she looks to be in -fine- spirits."
Something like that; certainly Taralyth's noticed, given those great
gleaming eyes. "And if she's not proddy... Are you saying," he inquires
with an obscure gentleness beneath that crisp logic, "That J'lyn's, ah,
...done you in for that sort of thing? Temporarily, of course."

Now I'sai gets Leya's confused gaze, "J'lyn? What does J'lyn have to do
with Lysseth?"

"The walls have limericks on them," Kassi offers brightly, hopefully. Yes,
do be distracted by the walls. They're much more interesting. Really.
"Nay--oh, nay, Lysseth's wings are fine." Smug rumble from the green, who
also extends one wing to offer the space beneath to Tovith. Hi there,
handsome. Come here often? "She's nay proddy. I'd be in black if'n she
were." So helpful, is Kassi. So blushing, is Kassi. So *very* blushing, is
Kassi. "Uh. Um. Aye. Sort of. But he doesn't know that, so if'n you could
do me a favor and kind of nay spread the word around...." If one needed a
picture of abject embarrassment, one would have it now in the greenrider's
person. And she could probably be the defining example for 'cryptic,' too.

I'sai refrains from more than a shadow of a smirk. "I'll remember that," he
says on both - all three? more? - counts; and then to Leya, in lieu of
really answering, "Well, we might as well go in, then. How would that be,
instead; it's that or abandon Kassima here."

Kassima's glare is as sharp as one of her daggers for a moment, but it
fades soon enough. She's still too crimson-cheeked to be angry. "Fine," she
mumbles, "that'd be fine, or if'n you two want t'go ahead, you can. Let it
never be said that I stood in the way of drunkenness. Quite the opposite,
really." No kidding.

I'sai risks the blush's passing by wandering over - bag still in his other
hand - to reach for the greenrider's shoulder, murmur solicitously, "At
least we should see you inside, so you can put your feet up; maybe with a
nice cozy blanket, hmm?"

Dragon> Aminadath bespoke Telgar dragons with << Ista's duty to Telgar and
her queens! >>

Tovith sidesteps neatly under Lysseth wing, pressing his warm side against
hers, and crooning sweetly as her wraps his tail around hers. Leya looks
even more confused at Kassi's answer, she sighs and looks back at the two
romancing dragons and sighs again. "If..?" she trails off with a helpless
shrug, "Oh well. Yeah, I'sai, that's fine. I don't think Tovith is any big
hurry to leave anyways." She eyes the green, then Kassi, "Would Lysseth
object?"

Above, Aminadath bugles her arrival, then begins the slow descent to the
bowl below.

Taralyth'll likely be far more intrigued once she glows - but for now, he's
lifted to his haunches, warbling brightly up to Aminadath.

Aminadath backwings for a landing.

Aminadath rustles her wings, landing a good distance from the Telgar
dragons. Lowering down, she lets her lifemate dismount.

Dossa is helped down from Aminadath's neckridges by the green's slender
foreleg.

"Don't make me kill you," Kassima suggests in an undertone, irritation,
amusement, exasperation flickering through dark green eyes one by one. "I'm
nay the sort anyone should think needs t'be coddled. Or so I'd hope."
Lifting a brow at the dragon-pair, she wonders, "Object to what? His
leaving? She'd probably pout. His staying? Clearly nay." Not by the
warblecrooning she's doing, anyway. In a wry mutter, she adds, "Faranth
help us both. Shall we to the Cavern, then?" One hand is freed from its
pocket to wave to the arriving Istan pair.

Leya frowns at I'sai sudden care and concern for the greenrider, "You think
she was ill or might break into a million pieces," she mutters crossly
under her breath, hopefully quiet enought that no one hears her. She lifts
her hand to wave to Dossa. Tovith warbles a greeting from his spot under
Lysseth's wing, but doesn't look to terribly interested. It's not healthy
to be so close to one green and act interested in another.

Dossa hops down from Aminadath's foreleg, and then reaches up to unhook the
message satchels she brings with her. "Ista's duty, and shells it's
chilly," the greenrider says. Finally, the satchels come free, and she
trundles over with a large smile. "I'sai! Leya, Kassima, hello!'

Taralyth drops back down with a thump, brilliant eyes refocusing to include
Aminadath as well in the moons' light; his rider makes a hunching gesture
with his sack-carrying arm, remote cousin of a wave, and then murmurs a
dulcet, "Yes. Of course. Oh, and does M'rgan know yet? Maybe some hot 
milk..."

Leya peers at I'sai, "You are acting very oddly to a person who just
threatened to kill you." She gives him a look that should leave him no
doubt she's going to have some questions later. She nods to Dossa,
"Telgar's duties, Dossa."

I'sai calls a "Hello!" before adding with discreet amusement, "I am, aren't
I? It's -fun-."

All right, perhaps not entirely discreet.

Dossa blinks, changing satchels from one hand to the other. "Who's killing
who? Yes, Ista's duties -- I offered to bring some messages over for an old
Belior wingmate of mine.

Kassima would smile to Dossa, really, she would, but she's too busy baring
her teeth at I'sai. It *might* be called a smile. If you used your
imagination. "Nay yet. Shall I tell him about it at the same time I tell
him about you and Saskia? He'll be *sure* t'give you a lecture on the
glories of weyrmating, I'm sure of it." There's a twinkle in her eyes,
though. Battles of wits and eil are, after all, her favorite kind. "Duties
to Ista and her queens, Dossa, and g'deve t'you."

Evil, even. Not battles of eil. Whatever those are.

At least they're not battles of oil.

"Kassi threatened to kill I'sai." she says as if the most normal thing in
the word, "Fun? You are strange," is said to I'sai.

Telgar Weyr> Dossa says, "E'il, Kassima. Just like b'twixt and t"

No, no, those are for *flights*....

Telgar Weyr> Dossa says, "E'il, Kassima. Just like b'twixt and t'be. Darn
that enter key."

I'sai assures the other two, "She's just killing me slowly, you see; that's
why it doesn't show -quite- as much as it might," and calls Kassi on it
with a smiling, light-eyed, "You do that, if it makes you feel better."

Dossa hesitates. "Lysseth isn't proddy, is she? I might want to get these
messages delivered as quickly as I can, then, as I don't want Aminadath
getting any ideas." Indeed, the large green seems to have ideas of her own,
as she slowly creeps up on Taralyth's flank, eyes whirling mischeviously.

Is that to make us iil? That is, ill.

If it's castor oil, sure.

Taralyth swivels all at once, paw batting out as playfully. Spotted!

Aminadath freezes, then looks away at a passing-by blue. I'm not creeping
up, really! I'm innocent and >cute!<

Leya eyes I'sai, "Whatever you say..." She then gives her dragon and his
'friend' a disgusted look, "Kassi said she wasn't proddy. I think she's
just feeling good. I know Tovith is."

Kassima's brows twitch ever-so-slightly, the only sign she shows of
noticing that her bluff has been called. "Fair enough, fair enough. But
come, now--you need warm milk too, don't you? That bluerider seemed t'be
thinking so." She brings up a hand to attempt to pat the one on her
shoulder comfortingly. "You've never been in this condition a'fore, but
'twill guide you through it. You'll need lots of milk. And mint-sticks.
Certes, I am--" That in a less syrupy voice to Leya. "I'm a deadly
corrosive, didn't you know? Oh, *nay*, Lysseth's nay proddy. I'm nay in
black." And Lyss isn't glowing. She's just crooning, and nibbling at a set
of nearby brown neckridges in a most disgustingly sweet manner.

Taralyth why, then, bats at her tail this time. Since she's supposedly not
looking, and all. His rider meanwhile murmurs a, "Thank you, Leya."

I'sai then indulgently lets himself be patted, "Mint-sticks, and milk -if-
there's a lot of froth atop. But in you go, now, don't want you to catch a
... " laughter's ill-stifled here, "...cold. Or for us to be in Dossa's 
way."

Dossa nods quickly, a smile peeking out. "Very well, then, I won't run
away. Black, you say, Kassima?" The greenrider smiles sweetly, almost as
sweetly as Kassima's lifemate. "What sort of black? I've a bit of black
leather, but I'm always open to broadening my horizons." Glancing sidelong
at I'sai, she says, "You could never be in my way, bronzerider. It's good
to see you, too, by the way."

"All kinds, any kinds. Varies with mood," answers Kassi to the black
question, with an airy flip of her hand, "but naught of the sort of thing
J'lyn wears, you may be sure. Even proddy, I'm nay *crazy*." Mmm-hmm.
Smiling, she flutters lashes at I'sai, cajoling, "Oh, but you've been out
here longer, poor dear. You first; I insist."

I'sai startles a glance back at Dossa, a faintly red, "...Thank you; it's,
uh, memorable black," he adds before assuring, "We'll go in -together-,"
and sees about escorting her.

Kassima graciously allows herself to be escorted, of course, all commingled
indulgence and solicitousness. Behind her, Lysseth can be heard to pause
her trills to snicker.

Leya looks wary at the mention of black leather, then gives I'sai a
nausated look, "You are scaring me. You truly are," she murmurs to him. She
is ignoring her dragon right now. I'sai is nauseating enough. Tovith
warblecroons his enjoyment and reaches out his neck to Lysseth's to return
the favor.

I'sai assures, "I love you too, Leya," on his way in.

I'sai walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

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

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Leya walks in from the bowl.

I'sai murmurs, "Now, take care of yourself," before releasing Kassima with
a last avuncular pat on the shoulder. "...Meanwhile, I'm going to go get
clean. Rest of you, stay in here, why don't you," and lugs his sack off.

I'sai walks towards the inner cavern.

Kassima snorts amusement after the bronzerider, shaking her head--and, of
course, pausing to greet Pierron with her customary eye-roll. "He's nay a
bad sort," she decides. "For a bronzer. Sitting sounds good, even if'n warm
milk doesn't."

Leya peers after I'sai, then brings her attention back to more pertinent
things with a head shake, like what she should get to eat and drink.

Leya browses the serving tables, eyeing everything before finally deciding
one of Keara's new meatrolls, the non-hot kind and a mug of, yes, her usual
klah. She walks over the the Tbolt table and finds herself a seat.

Kassima pulls out her chair and plunks into it, foodless, only then of
course realizing the lack and hopping up again to rectify it. "Shells, what
for dinner? Citron and... oooh. Stuffed mushrooms. *Perfect*." The array is
procured, swept back to the table, set down, and only *then* does she sit
to stay. "Never realized you'd nay been to the Lounge," she comments.
"Truth be told, I should've offered t'be showing it t'you when you came to
the Wing. 'Tis... quite a place, one could say."

Leya swallows her bite of meatroll and washes it down with her klah before
answering, "Yeah, I haven't been to most of the bars that I've heard
mention of around her, but the Lava Lounge does seem to be one of the more
famous ones." She shrugs, "It's all right. I don't tend to go to places
like that much. But still, what's it like?"

Kassima smiles, a touch reminiscently, and begins to tick off on her
fingers, "Lava Lounge, Rusted Hulk, Dawn Sisters Tavern, Beastcraft Lounge,
Benden Vintcraft, the Waverider--standard path of pubcrawls," she
clarifies. "Waverider has t'be last, for 'tis at Tillek, and all they serve
is Swill. You have t'be drunk t'drink there. The Lounge is probably
m'favorite, for its proximity to the beach and vine, for the walls, and for
Marcus who lets me experiment with drink-brewing despite my having burned
his eyebrows off once. Lovely place. Hidden in the jungle, 'tis, with more
drinks than you can shake a stick at and some of the best in all Pern."

Leya grins at Kassi rattles of the list of pubs, "I think I've been to the
Waverider, that or the Rusted Hulk. I don't remember, it just had something
to wish the ocean." She shrugs, "I didn't drink anything at whichever one
it was so I really can't say anything about the drinks." She tilts her head
over to one side and takes a drink from her mug, "It does sound nice
though. It must be really pretty." She giggles at a thought, "I hope they
take precautions then when you brew. Blowing the place up couldn't be good
for business."

"Both of them do... the Hulk's at Seacraft, though," Kassi offers, picking
up her cider mug and jiggling it a bit to swish its contents. "Drinking is
a fine art and practice, if'n you learn what nay t'be doing while drunk."
The last is appended somewhat drolly. "Didn't use t'be much approving of
it, but I got over that. As many 'lizards as I have and used t'have,
getting drunk could be key, and besides, Bendenite tolerance is supposed
t'be legendary. Pretty's a good word for it. Boll's beach is arguably one
of the loveliest places on Pern." Grinning, she admits with impishness,
"'Tis how I get experimenting-liquors from Marcus for cheap: in exchange
for m'word 'twill nay blow up the place. He worries, a bit. Silly man."

Dossa walks in from the bowl.

Dossa strolls in, dusting her hands off. "Well, then, everything's done and
delivered," she says, and then pauses to give a look around. Pursing her
lips in a smile, she observes, "Some things never change..." She blinks,
noticing the new kitchen area. "Except the kitchen."

Kassima offers, cryptic, "The less things change, the more they never seem
the same. Might want t'be trying the cider if'n you're thirsty, Dossa--'tis
good tonight. A'course, it usually is."

Leya grins back at Kassima, "Silly? He seems quite sensible to me," she
teases lightly, then nods more seriously. "How do you teach the fine art of
drinking? And what do 'lizards have to do with it?" She waves to Dossa,
"Yes, it was redone. It looks really nice, I think."

Emne lifts her head from the table and blinks. "Oh my goodness! My breads!"

Emne leaps up from the warm chair by the fire in which she had fallen
asleep and _runs_ into the kitchens

Emne walks off towards the kitchen.

Dossa blinks at the baker-commotion, and then smiles towards Kassima. "Yes,
actually, I'd love a mug, thank you." She strolls that way, finding the
serving table where she left it over two Turns ago. "Fine art of drinking?
Sounds like one of my favorite arts."

Emne walks in from the kitchen.

Pierron tosses some dough into the air to make it as thin as a sheet to
make baklava.

Leya smiles, "Oh, another expert? I'm afraid I'm still a novice in the 
art."

Emne returns from the kitchens beaming and fanning her face 'Oh that Keara,
bless her heart -- she took them out for me -- all is not lost!"

Kassima holds up a finger. "The first key is t'be knowing you have
t'*build* a tolerance. 'Tis easy t'be getting spectacularly drunk when you
have none. One glass could do the trick, depending on what was in it--" A
pause to stare after Emne; blinking once or twice, she then resumes. "And
'tis easy t'be overestimating your own stamina. I once drank one of
everything the Lounge had t'offer; I wound up passed out on the floor for a
full day and night. Good thing 'twas m'day off, but. The 'lizards? Simply
put: most of mine are blue. They had a bad habit of all chasing the same
green. So, one catching--mayhaps--ten, twelve losing... and if'n 'twas one
of *my* greens... nay so bad as a dragon, but liquor was still a helpful
thing." Grinning, she calls, "Glad t'hear it, Emne!"

Emne smiles at Kassi "Yes, because if you're going to be drinking a lot,
you may need that bread to pad out your stomachs a bit, nay?"

Kassima shakes her head emphatically. "Oh, nay me. 'Tis Leya who's t'be
learning the art. She's right, too--" This to the brownrider. "Drinking on
an empty stomach gets you drunker faster. I recommend the lemon chicken at
Boll. Wonderful stuff."

"I've found I have a rather high resilience for Benden red. After over a
Turn of dealing with Aminadath, I've drank enough of the stuff to make the
entire Seacraft pass out," the visiting greenrider says, taking her mug
over to where Kassima and Leya are chatting. Dossa continues, "Although
lately I've been rather partial to a liqueur that a certain Amaya makes.
She's the sister of one of our new candidates. For Neith's clutch."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn GAHS at +flights. Maybe a few more proddyriders at TGW?
HmMMM????

Leya slowly nods, "Ah, I understand. I have a quite a few, but most have
been kind of enough to not chase or rise all once. Not very nice, no." She
ponders for a while on the first part, chewing on her meatroll. "You build
a tolerance so you can drink more and not get drunk? But if the point was
to get drunk wouldn't it be better /not/ to build a tolerance that way you
spend less marks?" so says the frugal brownrider once she swallows.

Telgar Weyr> Merla sighs. Alright, if you insist....

Telgar Weyr> K'nan hmms. Well, I -do- need to rescedule my flight that
never happened.. *duck*

Telgar Weyr> Keira giggles. I noticed that...glad I'm over -here-, not over
-there-!

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn beams at K'nan. Oh, do. :)

Telgar Weyr> Leya laughs, "Rename Telgar-Proddy Weyr for the next few
sevendays?"

Emne laughs, "Well personally if I were going to drnk, I'd drink for the
taste. But what do I know, I'm only a Baker, and allergic to most liquers,
cordials beers and the like."

Emne beams at the riders

Kassima nudges out a chair at her Wing's table in invitation to Dossa.
"Aye, we know of the clutch here. Telgar's supplied a few Candidates to it,
and I'd the dubious fortune of being there for the flight. Too busy wiping
spilled food off m'self t'be starting a pool, alas." With a blink, she
agrees with Leya, "That's truth. On the other hand, the more tolerance you
have, the more drinks you can enjoy a'fore you're too senseless t'be
enjoying aught--and the harder 'tis for people t'be convincing you t'dance
in your underpants on a bar. Trust me on this. I've convinced several...
ach, Emne! Such a pity!" She does seem rather horrified on the Baker's
behalf. "Have you ever tried that stuff they make from seaweed down South?
Mayhaps you could drink that."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima snugs a Jal, and pounces a Merlath. Ooh, ProddyMerlath
would be fun! Would you dump juice on someone again? Or was it Meli who did
that to you? ;)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Are any of you going to rise on the 22nd? I'sai
can't win unless it's the 22nd of the month or so I deducted from looking
at the flight info on Kassi's flight. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "Hihi"

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Kassi's page, rather."

Telgar Weyr> Dossa says, "I could always hold a flight on the 22nd. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Keara .blinks. at Leya?

Telgar Weyr> Kassima hees at Leya. I was so tempted. But I can't tell my
schedule that far in advance. *Snugs an Auri.*

Emne's nose slowly wrinkles up in her face -- "Er no -- I haven't and I'm
not sure I'd _want_ to"

Telgar Weyr> Jehrina is going to rise! Oh, you meant dragons.

Telgar Weyr> Jehrina hides.

Emne says "Seaweed -- goodness me oh my, what _are_ we coming to?"

Telgar Weyr> Aurian grins.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima grins at Keara. Taralyth's won three flights: on Oct.
22, Nov. 22, and Dec. 22.

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "I thought that was sooo funny. :)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn Fears 'Rina scootching around the floor of the LC on her
butt, yowling like a cat in heat. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Emne runs screaming from the proddies but leaves a good store
of pastries behind her.

"'Tis good, 'tis good," Kassi promises. "You'd never know 'twas seaweed
if'n someone didn't tell you. Truth, I'd likely have been happier had nay
anyone ever told me."

Dossa makes a face as she sits down. "Seaweed? Goodness. And yes, Leya, the
more you can drink, the happier you can be, and the longer your celebration
can be." Glancing sidelong at Kassima, she says, "At one point I might've
been offended to hear you say things like that, dancing in your underwear
and all. But now, I can only chuckle. You should find me the next time
Aminadath's riled up for a flight -- I'd likely do that for you if you
asked nicely, without the Benden red."

Telgar Weyr> Keara snorks. Amusing.

Telgar Weyr> Keira says, "Snorks? Aren't they those little underwater
cartoon guys?"

Telgar Weyr> Leya giggles at Emne. "Oh good. At least she left the
important stuff."

Telgar Weyr> Merla can't remember what she did, Kassi....been so long. I
think I threw juice at P'tran? Or was it klah...

Kassima protests, scandalized, "*I* wasn't dancing in m'underwear. I'd
never! I only convince others to for m'sadistic amusement. If'n 'twill nay
embarrass them later, what point? Nay that Th'lon doing that rump-shaking
dance thing wasn't pretty funny either way."

Telgar Weyr> Keara hmphs and tickles Keira. :)

Emne says "Underwear eh Kassima?"

Leya slowly nods, taking all this in, "So...it's actually better if you can
drink more because then you can enjoy it more and people won't be able to
make you do weird things. Did I get it right?" She does try to study hard,
she really does.

Telgar Weyr> Keira giggles dutifully for her big sis. :)

Dossa nods quickly to Leya, then sips from her cider. "Indeed. It's all
about stamina. Plus, once you've had a bottle or two of wine in you, you
can start doing the -real- drinking."

Leya takes another bite of meatroll, it'll get cold if all she does is talk
and she needs time to ponder over all this anyways. "So it's better to be
drunk on a lot of wine, than a little? It's more fun or you do less weird
things?" So many questions, so much knowledge to acquire.

"Well, I happen to have developed a stamina for wine, so that's my drink of
choice," Dossa explains, but glances sidelong at Kassima, not wanting to
take the entire spotlight. "What do you prefer, Kassi?

Emne chokes "A whole _bottle_ goodness gracious, I'd be in the infirmary
for an entire month -- if that didn't kill me first."

Kassima mutters, sinking into her chair a bit, "The underwear part is Auri
and Kharty's fault. *They* got up on a bar and danced without pants
first... very good, Leya." Quite approving is she. "You can do weird
things, but you have more control over *whether* you do weird things.
M'self, I like the exotics. Renegade's Revenge, Harper's Folly, bottles
from S'riv's stash, and the stuff I make if'n I want t'get drunk in a 
hurry."

Leya takes a drink of her Water tainted klah, the smiles at Kassi, "Is that
what you were doing when you burnt your eyebrows off?" She frowns as she
thinks of yet another question, "Do people usually want to do weird things
when they're drunk?"

Dossa nods affirmatively. "If it didn't get me grounded and thereafter
yelled at by my wingleader, Leya, I'd proceed to show you." Staring at her
mug, she sighs. "But, it'll be just one mug of cider for me tonight, so I
might be able to between home and not wind up inside Ista's star stones."

Kassima dips her chin, nodding. "Brewing, aye. Trying t'come up with
something as potent as the Bottle without the side-effects. Didn't work,
needless t'say, and I really shouldn't have tried seeing what would happen
if'n I struck flint and steel over it." Good call there, Kassi. "I do
*very* weird things when I'm drunk," she remarks, very interested in her
cider all of a sudden.

Leya shudders and swallows hard, nearly gagging on her meatroll at the
horrible thought of betweening inside rock. "That'd be awful," she says
when she can talk again. She then nods to Kassima, "Umm, I'll remember not
to do that." She glances at Kassi's cider, but doesn't see anything
floating or drowing in it. "What kind of weird things?"

Dossa laughs, setting her mug down lest she spill it. "Well, let's see.
What's the worst thing I've done while drunk? Probably pawing at some poor
rider, before stumbling out to my weyr. But, that's commonplace now, with
Aminadath's proddy spells, so..>"

Leya gives Dossa a sideways glance and mutters something about Tovith,
happy, and not green. She frowns down at her meatroll adorned plate, "Being
drunk doesn't really sound like it'd be all that much fun..."

Aurian walks in from the bowl.

Pierron looks over the Dawnslight Wingleader with an appraising eye and an
approving nod.

"Oh, but it is!" Again, Dossa, glances at Kassima, growing a bit quiet.
"Well, I suppose I'm not /much/ of an authority, although I've had my 
nights."

"Throw sandwiches at 'Lex, play the glass hats, come up with a complex
theory on how wine is made from tubers that are inside fish that are inside
tunnelsnakes with nay limbs...." Enough said? Kassi seems to think so.
"Always seems fun when you are, but then there's the hangover. I've powders
and the like t'be drinking t'take care of that, but they don't always work.
Drink enough, and naught save Faranth can be helping you. Heya, Auri!"

Lysseth> Lorieth backwings for a landing.

Lysseth> J'lyn slides down Lorieth's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps
to the ground.

Aurian enters carrying her daughter. She humms a bit with a grin. "Heyla
Kassima.." She bounces the little girl as she heads towards the serving 
table.

Lysseth> J'lyn pulls off his riding gloves and tucks them in his belt, pats
Lorieth as the large green settles in, and heads into the Living Cavern.

J'lyn walks in from the bowl.

Pierron gives a respectful nod to the Weyrsecond.

Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles a greeting to Lorieth. A very contented and
smug-sounding greeting. Could this be because she's curled up comfortably
with a handsome young brown? Nahhhh.

Leya ponders over this as well, "Fun while it's happening. Doesn't make
much sense later and you tend to end up feeling awful afterwards. That's
the art of drinking?

Lysseth> Kvasith snorts at that particular young brown. He does warble
affectionately towards Lorieth.

J'lyn wanders in blinking from the lighting difference and wanders towards
the food table to get himself a few bubblies and a glass of juice. Settling
in, this time among a group of suddenly-scared-stiff Weyrlings, he smiles
around the cavern and starts into conversation with the group of stuttering
adolescents.

"Really, 'tis almost more fun t'get *others* drunk," Kassi has to admit.
"But try it at least once--everyone should, just as an educational
experience." Oh, and speaking as they were of drinking, and weird things
done while drinking... Kassi splutters on a mouthful of cider as she sees
J'lyn come in. "Hey *cough* Jal *cough*," she calls. And coughs.

Dossa looks worriedly at Kassima. "Kassi dear, are you all right?" She
looks over her shoulder at the arriving riders and waves. But her attention
returns to the Telgar greenrider.

J'lyn finishes answering one of the Weyrlings, a former
Farmcraft-apprentice-cum-bluerider. He hears his name and looks towards the
sound of it. "Yes, Kassi?"

Aumaylia wriggles out of her mother's grasp. She grabs a bubbly from off
the table and hides out under the dawnslight table.

Aurian shakes her head, "Aumie..."

Emne smiles at the small child.

Emne says "My my my my. What have we here -- a mischief incarnate?"

"Fine, fine," Kassi gets out, coughing a few more times before getting her
throat clear. For some reason, she takes a moment to peer around. Lots of
people. Oh, dear. With a last gulp of cider for fortification, she calls
over, "Got a moment, Jal? I had some reports I wanted t'be turning in. Wing
stuff, y'know." Sort of.

J'lyn stands up from the gaggle of Weyrlings (shards, but they're young!)
and walks over to the Thunderbolt Wingleader. "Certainly, Kassi. What can I
do you for?"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn bahahas. Yes, that was on purpose. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Kassima whapwhapwhaps. ;)

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn beams. O:)

Dossa finishes the last of her cider. "Well,then, I think I've dallied long
enough. Speaking of weyrlings, I need to get back to mine." Even though the
word wasn't mentioned, the arrival of J'lyn and his talking-to of a few
weyrlings reminds her of duty. "Tell I'sai, when he comes back, that I miss
him, all right?"

Aumaylia gives Emne the fish eye and clutches her pie. "G'way. MINE!"

Emne says "Oh is that so? Do you like pies? I make pies you know -- see I'm
a baker." Emne points to her knot."

Aumaylia munches her pie getting berry goo on her face. She watches the
baker. "Pies are good.."

Kassima chokes *again* at that, but manages to clear her throat before
going into another coughing fit. Hauling her satchel onto the table, she
rummages through it a moment, coming up with a set of hides which she
proceeds to proffer. "Wing reports for Thunderbolt, Weyrsecond sir; drills
have been going excellently, sweepriders report naught out of the ordinary,
Leya's been degrounded--and oh, aye, a'fore I forget, I'm pregnant so Kena
will be leading drills for awhile, and Kilvath and Alicienne are ready
t'start flying Fall again... methinks that's everything." She manages,
somehow, a sunny smile. Some part of her twisted little brain is convinced
that she's getting better at this breaking-the-news thing. "Will do, Dossa.
Duties to Ista and her queens, clear skies, and all that sort of thing."

Aurian leans her head against her hand, "Faranth.."

Emne beams at the small child 'Yes, pies are very good, and so are puff
pastries. Would you like to try one?"

J'lyn nods at the Kassima. "That should be fine. Kena'll do just fi--...."
He stps and looks as if someonw hit him in the back of the head with a
large board. Possibly even half of the WoodCraft Hall. "YOU'RE WHAT?!?" he
manages to squeak out.

Aumaylia eyes the baker again suspiciously. "Yes..." She thinks for a
minute, "Pwease.."

Aurian suddenly launches a gaze at Kassima, "AGAIN???"

Dossa nods sharply, and is about to go out, when she realizes what Kassima
said. "That'll make four," she sighs. "Congratulations, Kassima." Shaking
her head, she beats a hasty exit.

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

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Ooh, Dossa, you're evil..."

Telgar Weyr> Dossa says, "Dossa just wants one, that's all. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn mutters, "Get drunk with me..."

Telgar Weyr> Leya is back. :)

Ouch. Loud squeak. Kassi cringes, and repeats with somewhat less attempt at
flippance, "Um... spawning?" Good that she's so certain about it.
"Spawning," she repeats. "Or so Lysseth and, uh, the Healers say. What
d'you mean, *again*?" That to Auri. "Kris is four Turns old, y'know; 'tis
nay as if'n I'm turning 'em out every Turn like...." Like a Play-Doh Fun
Factory? "Like a bronzer or the like!"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima resnugs a Leya, and snickers at Jal.

J'lyn looks at Kassima. "Alright, have you informed the father yet?" Ooh,
either playing it dumb, or just plain not thinking.

Emne smiles and hands the child a pastry from the basket on the table
"There you are dearie, enjoy ..."

Emne looks up with a blissful smile and focuses back on the conversations
in the cavern "Spawning? Who's spawning?"

Aumaylia takes the pastery and starts to gnaw. "Dank' yew.." She blinks
towards her mother, "Mama.. wha's spawning?"

Aurian glares at Kassima as she hears her daughter's words, "Do you have to
say things like that in front of my daughter.. Faranth.." The redhead
glances to her daughter, "When you are older sweeting.. I'm sure someone in
the nursery will corrupt you and tell you.."

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "How old are your daughters now Kassima?"

Emne blinks at Aurian's reaction, but doesn't say a word, no no no, every
parent can decide how to raise their own children, definitely.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima de-idles from putting together the poses to page Leya,
sorry. Kay's eleven, Khari eight. :)

Emne beams, still somewhat lost but catching on "Ahhhh -- well
congratulations. Wonderful to have another young one about the Weyr ... why
I can still remember when Emilly was a little tiny baby

Kassima blinks. This is a new strategy on her. "Um...." She glances about
the room for support. Someone help? "Well, technically *speaking*, I
suppose I just did. Auri, she can't spawn for Turns yet, why worry?"

J'lyn just *blinks* at Kassima. "You did? Who?" Oh, dolt to the extreme. He
thinks a bit more. "ME?!? You're a ... you're a GIRL though, Kassi... How
in the name of Faranth did THIS happen?!?"

Emne giggles "Why J'lyn -- you ought to _know_ how these things happen by
now. That's the oldest story in the scroll!

Aurian flushes irritably at Kassima, "Because I don't particularly know how
to explain it to her.." However she does know how to explain it to J'lyn,
"Well simple really..the male member.." And thus begins a clinical
description of the reproduction process to the weyrsecond.

Kassima peers down at herself. "'Twas last I checked," she agrees, then
coughs delicately, turns *all* shades and colors of fuchsia, and decides
that hiding her face while Auri explains is safest. "There was a lot of
alcohol involved?" she tries. She'd like to be helpful, really.

Emne says "Oh come now, do we not live in a Weyr? Kassi, m'dear, these
things happen _all_ the time. I'm simply glad there will be a new small one
a new face to get to know and love."

Leya sitting quietly at the Thunderbolt table, suspiciously quiet in fact
as just listens to everyone else and sips at her klah.

Aumaylia reaches up to tug on Emne with her grubby hands, "Morsh?"

J'lyn attempts to sit in a chair, but ends up on his backside on the floor.
"Dear Faranth.... Shards and shells..." Profound, it's not, and it matters
not that there's evidently a toddler in the room. J'lyn isn't seeing
anything. "You're certain?"

Emne looks down at the little one "Eh? You'd like another is that it? Let's
ask your mum shall we?"

Emne says "Begging your pardon Aurian, but it seems that Aumie wuold like
to have another treat -- is that all rigt?"

Kassima's reply to Emne is too muffled by having her face covered to be
comprehensible. She's just *staying* in hiding as best she can until the
blushes go away, thank you, so she answers Jal's question with a simple
nod. Easiest that way.

Aurian blinks and glances to Emne, "Oh yes, that's fine." She grins.
Emne smiles and hands the child another pastry. "There you are dearie. But
no more -- those are very rich and you'll upset your tummy"

J'lyn sighs, and shrugs. "Well, I guess we'll see what insanity comes of
this, I suppose..."

Aumaylia nods her head and starts to eat, again it takes her several
moments to say, "Dank you.."

Emne smiles at the two riders "Insanity? I certainly hope not -- that would
certainl be tragic ...

J'lyn looks at Kassi and starts laughing uproariously. "As if we have a
choice in the insanity..."

Kassima finally uncovers her face now that Auri seems to have stopped
explaining the wherries and the vtols. "Insanity's a given," she agrees,
rather wryly. "Look at how Khari turned out. There's a lesson t'be learned
here about getting drunk with greenriders." And Kassi, being Kassi,
probably won't pick it up; she never does. The laughter wins first a grin,
then a chuckle, and then a spate of snickering, and finally outright hoots.
"Mayhaps we should be getting a babe-sized jacket with buckles like the
Mindhealers sometimes use?" she suggests. "In green!"

Aurian takes a plate of fish over towards the dawnslight table. Her
daughter gets a grin.

Emne blinks at Kassi -- ah that would be some very interesting baby-wear

Tamera walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Kassima manages to calm down after a few moments, wiping a her eyes. "Oh,
shells. I needed that. This has been the *weirdest* sevenday. I'sai's
pregnant, too, y'know, and Leya or Saskia's the father." Just so everyone's
aware. "So you're nay upset or aught?" she asks Jal, quirking her brows. "I
know it's been awhile since you had any spawn outside of flights."

Emne tries to parse out that sentence. Isn't I'sai ... and aren't Leya and
Saskia ... never mind. This is obviously way above her comprehension as a
mere Baker.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Knowing that Kassi is insane is the key to
decoding that sentence, I promise, Emne. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Emne says, "Oh of course -- see player gets it and is rolling
on the floor. But poor Emne herself -- heh"

Tamera steps into the Living caverns and looks around silently.

J'lyn shakes his head. "No, girly, I'm not upset. I'm just a little
surprised that at my age, they're still.... potent."

J'lyn puffs his chest out. "But hey, at my age, I'm doing pretty good, I'd
say."

Emne bellows with laughter at that remark.

Kassima catches sight of Emne's confusion and tries to help. Note that
'tries' is probably the key word. "I'd thought that Is got Leya and Saskia
pregnant, but when I asked about it, he said *he* wasn't pregnant, only
there was this bluerider wandering by who offered t'change that and he just
gibbered and gibbered... so when I offered t'tell Mart about it for him, he
said that'd be fine. He must be, or he wouldn't have." Kassilogic at work.
"Evidently so," she answers Jal, with another hint of blush and a crooked
grin. "Besides, you're nay *that* old. Only, what, twenty Turns m'senior?"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grins. A'lex, watch out... She's sleeping with guys
higher and higher up the ladder... ;)

Emne smiles blithely, still completely lost, but says "Ah, I see" anyway.

Tamera hrms and walks over to a chair setting down.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima waggles her brows at 'Lex. We do still need to spawn
Aurian someday, y'know. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Aurian laughs! "Mom dad Noooooooo"

Telgar Weyr> A'lex grins. :D

Telgar Weyr> Emne wouldn't mind having another kidling. How she's managed
to escape impregnation all these years at the Weyr with so many horny
riders around, is a mystery. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Aurian says, "Disappointingly enough as they get older they
get less horney"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "You just don't drink the Water, Emne. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Or enough What's In The Bottle."

Telgar Weyr> Keira giggles. And on that note, g'night!

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla waahs. What's in the Bottle /would/ be the first thing
I see on here. And night, Keira.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima pouncekersnugs a Ryi!

Telgar Weyr> A'lex must hed to bed too. Late late late.

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla pouncesnugs a Kassi, and trips A'lex with her foot
long enough to give a goodnight smooch.

Telgar Weyr> Emne says, "Wait -- who's klah was it that was suppose to be
avoided at all costs to avoid motherhood? or was that soucon. Oh i'm
getting so confused in my old age."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima snugs a 'Lexicon. And doesn't think klah was to be
avoided, just Water, though maybe Flirk's Klah....


Pierron looks up from his cooking to expound to you his opinions on the
latest news.

"Deplorable rumors, in my opinion. Would you believe it? Turns out that
Thunderbolt Wingleader's pregnant--yes, again--and who by but our very own
Weyrsecond? Not the bronzerider--the greenrider! I'd not have thought she'd
be his type, but maybe alcohol really does conquer all." He shakes his head
in disbelief. "Crazy, just crazy... but what else can you expect from
greenriders? Insanity, I say! That greenriding Weyrsecond and the
Thunderbolt Wingleader came back looking decidedly ratty after being gone
the whole night. Mussed hair and clothing, and both of them looking for
icepacks for headaches. Seems that they were at the Lava Lounge a bit too
late, and were awoken by their clothing being thrown at them. Yeesh! You'd
think that they could be a -little- respectable while travelling...  Have
you heard of these new writing sticks woodcraft has developed? Technology
is moving too fast for my taste. "


Emne sighs happily and moseys over to the hearth to find some klah.

"It really does make sense," Kassi tries to convince. "Leya, you tell her.
Did you get I'sai pregnant, or was it Saskia?"

Emne says "Well I think I shall have to bake youa cake tomorrow Kassima --
expecting mothers alwys deserve special treats."

J'lyn eyes Emne. "You've never been around Kassi when she's either pregnant
or proddy, have you?"

Leya comes out her dazed quiet state at the mention of her name by Kassi,
"What? I'sai get pregnant? How can he get pregnant? Men don't get
pregnant." Of course Leya takes everything very literally.

Emne says "Of course I have. I've given her many a sweet to cal -- um make
her happy when she was proddy/pregnant before."

Kassima sticks her tongue out at Jal. "I'm nay *proddy*," she
protests--though she has to add, with a glance towards the Bowl, "Yet. And
the only thing I'm eating that's odd is a lot of mint. Helps the nausea
part. Mint-sticks, see?" She produces a candied mint stick from some hidden
pocket and wiggles it in demonstration. "But a mint-flavored cake would be
lovely, Emne, if'n 'twouldn't be trouble. I could share it with I'sai.
Didn't you hear him in the Bowl, Leya? He said 'twould be fine if'n I told
Mart about his condition for him!"

Telgar Weyr> Leya grins, "I'm trying to see how talented I am. I'm trying
to study for Spanish and do this at the same time."

Emne says "After all, I _have_ been at the Weyr for ... oh goodnes show
many turns now? Since before W'liam Impressed Sleath."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima should be studying for genetics, but is counting this
RP as a study in genetics. Sort of. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Emne ROTFL

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "The Genetics of Telgar Weyr. You could use THAT
as a final project, kassi!"

Telgar Weyr> Emne falls off her chair.

Lysseth> Ryialla quickly slides down Pliarth's foreleg and jumps to the
ground. She turns to pet Pliarth's muzzle and grins as she gets soundly
whuffled.

Leya just blinks at Kassi, "You're sure he wasn't talking about you? I
think understand now why he was being to syrupy sweet to you." She frowns
down at her empty mug of klah and takes a deep breath, "If you could just
explain to me how a man could get pregnant I think I'd understand you a lot
more."

Telgar Weyr> <Kassima> You have identified the following mutations: Ins,
wgr, lth. Given that wgr (wagering) and lth (leather-wearing) are recessive
while Ins (insanity) is always dominant, at least at Telgar, what would be
the result of a heterozygous trihybrid cross?

Lysseth> Ryialla takes a few minutes getting down, then ducks her head
against a momentary burst of wind, and pushes against it until she gets to
the living cavern. Pliarth warbles a greeting, then settles down for a nap.

Ryialla walks in from the bowl.

Ryialla's head is bent down as she enters, and she takes a moment to
indulge in a lean against the nice, stable, wall surface.

Kassima grins at Emne, quipping, "Many more Turns than I, and 'tis all the
guess 'twill hazard." To Leya, she just waggles her brows. "The Water has
many mysterious powers," the greenrider intones, trying to sound mysterious
and sage and probably just succeeding in sounding like a lunatic. "Heyla,
Ryi--Ryi? Is aught amiss?"

Telgar Weyr> Merla looks oddly at Kassi a moment, before speaking,
"Wouldn't that depend on the frequence of each allel in the population ;)?"

Ryialla pulls herself off the cavern wall with rapidity, and puts on a
smile. "Oh. Fine. I was just resting a moment, is all. Wh-hy are you
talking about the Water, Kassi?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima hees at Merlath. Good point. ;)

Emne smiles and stands. "Well, again I proffer congratulations and with
that I think that I am off to bed."

Emne says "GOod night one and all."

Leya looks rather doubtful, "I think the Water is a bunch of supsition.
People get pregnant everywhere else the same way they do here without the
water," so says she who just drank a mug full of Water tainted klah. "I'sai
is most certainly not pregnant." Too much confusion, large doses of
suprise, and the after effect a of flight go a long way in making one
rather grumpy.

Emne toddles off, still beaming.

Emne walks towards the inner cavern.
Ryialla nods to Emne. "Good night, Emne."

"Because I'sai's pregnant, and Emne's going t'bake him and me a cake
t'celebrate." It's a perfectly logical reason to Kassi. "And a'fore I
forget, congratulations, Leya. You'll make a wonderful father. Come sit
down, Ryi? Easier t'be resting that way." She waves after Emne, calling,
"G'night!"

Ryialla oblingingly makes her way over to a seat, and settles down into it.
She pulls out a mint stick from an inside pocket, and starts idly chewing
on it. A broad grin, for Leya. "Leya, you're going t'be a dad? Wonderful,
wonderful. Many felicitations.

Telgar Weyr> Merla gets out her Hardy-Weinberg formulae, and swings it over
her head like a lasso. She tosses it over, and loops Kassi in the 
statistics!

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla eyes Merla and Kassi, and runs. Far, far away. To her
nice safe world of full-time job and no school.

Telgar Weyr> I'sai peeks in, "What am I missing, Ryi?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima acks! Hardy-Weinberg! Noooo...! (The frequency of a
homozygous dominant allele is p^2, when p is the dominant gene, q is
recessive, and p + q = 1....)

Leya stares broodily at the table, "Cakes don't mean you're pregnant," she
says obstinantly. She groans and lays her head on her arms as she hears the
rest of Kassi's speech and Rhyialla. "I am surrounded by lunatics," she
moans, then raises her head enough that she can be clearly heard. "I'm not
a father! Girls. Are. Never. Fathers." She then lets her head drop back
into her arms.

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla whispers to I'sai, "Statistics."

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Kassi has been telling everyone in the weyr that
you are pregnant and that Saskia and I are the fathers."

Telgar Weyr> I'sai whispers back, "Does garlic work against it... them?"

Kassima mumbles, around a mouthful of her own mint, "Mayhaps that means
Saskia's the father. A'*course* you are, Leya--you live at Telgar. You fly
in Thunderbolt Wing, for Faranth's sake. This is news?"

Ryialla sighs wistfully. "Well, shells. "I wish /I/ was a father. So much
easier. No sickness, no weight gain, no backaches and swollen ankles and no
sharding /labor/..."

Telgar Weyr> I'sai should have known.

I'sai walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Pierron tells a lower caverns girl to hurry up with the dishes.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn REALLY should get outta the LC.... Women with that
Emasculating tones in their voices....

I'sai, on cue, walks in ...while rubbing the small of his back.

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan asks, "Do ya'll have a preference for a day/time next
week for the RPed Threadfall?"

J'lyn waves a hand. "Bah. Men are callous jerks anyway."

Telgar Weyr> Merla says, "After Sunday :P."

Telgar Weyr> K'nan says, "Not-Wednesday."

J'lyn shrugs. "Well, most men, anyway. Faranth knows -I'M- not most men."

Leya keeps her head in her arms, that way she can't see anything and she
can pretend that the world is nice and normal and it makes sense. "No, not
really," she mumbles to Kassi.

Telgar Weyr> Merla says, "And /not/ next weekend."

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla says, "After the baby?"

Telgar Weyr> Merla is going skiing IRL :)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Not on Thurs. night."

Ryialla grins over at J'lyn, but doesn't say anything.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Well, for those of you who weren't in the LC or
+watching, J'lyn and Kassi are spawning. ;) Let the Fear begin."

Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "Tuesday evening sounds good. (Wednesday's all
right, M/Th/Fri look busy.)"

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan asks, "Any preference for ET times on Tuesday?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima hmms. Not before 3pm, not after 10pm would be my pref,
but I can be flexible at need.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, wait, what am I saying? I don't fly Fall.
Ignore that. :P :)"

I'sai wanders over on the heels of, "Men're what? I missed something. And
does it have anything to do with why Leya's hiding?"

Telgar Weyr> Merla says, "Anytime after 5:00 eastern."

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla heys to Kassi. We can sit in the LC and complain about
it. :)

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan looks at +flights and decides not to leave his ledge
for the next week.

Telgar Weyr> I'sai takes note of that, M'rgan. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Anytime in the afternoon or evening I can make."

Ryialla hops out of her seat, and goes over to give I'sai a friendly clout
on his shoulder. "Hey, congratulations, Is. I hear you're to be a mother."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grins. Coward, Mart....

Kassima blanches at Ryi, positively blanches. "Ryi... don't *remind* me."
For a moment, her expression says clearly, 'What have I gotten myself
into?' "Methinks that can safely be said, Jal. You're one in a million.
Hey, I'sai--don't worry; Leya's just bashful about having the whole Weyr
know she might be a father."

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan is a brownrider so he's not being a coward. He's being
prudent. ;)

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grins.

I'sai doesn't dodge in time, no, he's just staring. "Oh....oh." And then,
with a sudden grin, "No drills for me, eh?"

Telgar Weyr> Leya giggles, "So if I go out what does that make me? 
Reckless?"

I'sai afterward leans to breathe into Ryialla's ear the magic words, "Nor
dawn sweeps."

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan asks, "How about Threadfall on Tuesday with the
gathering starting at 8 PM ET and liftoff no later than 8:30 PM ET?"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grins. It makes you deserving of whatever may befalll
you, Leya. ;)

Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "Heh heh heh. No later than. ...Sounds good. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Merla might. And I mean might, actually be there to rp.
Definitely to watch :).

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "That'd work for me. I'll just have to make a note
to myself so I remember."

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan nodnodnods to Leya. And a possible pincushion.
Greenriders with pointy objects in their hands love picking on innocent,
sweet brownriders.

"I'll tell you what Mart says about that," Kassi assures I'sai in her
sweetest tones. "For now, sit, sit, poor dear. Put up your feet a'fore your
ankles swell. Anyone know where we can get some warm milk for Mother Is 
here?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Yes, we do. But we also love picking on 
Mart. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, ""Innocent", "Sweet" and "Brownrider" don't belong
in the same -dictionary-, let alone the same sentence..."

I'sai obligingly sits, and adds a plaintive, "Leya? My feet hurt; could
you..."

Ryialla is positively gleeful. "We can sit and knit booties..." Never mind
you've never seen Ryi with knitting needles. "And take turns rubbing each
other's feet, and work on names..and, oh, how is your stomach, dear. Would
you like a mint stick?" She holds one out - not the one that she's been
gnawing on, thankfully.

Telgar Weyr> Leya oos, "Leya'll just have to be extra careful as she fits
all those qualifications."

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan blinkblinkblinks his long-lashed, puppy-canine eyes in
J'lyn's general direction. ;)

I'sai tips his head up to take the mint-stick between his teeth with a, 
"Mmm."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn OH MY GODS in M'rgan's general direction. Maybe I could
get away with that, too...

J'lyn gets himself to his feet and sets his glass in the washbasin, where,
no doubt, some industrious Candidate will clean it in record time.
"Goodnight, all. I think I need some down-time to adjust to the 'momentous'
news."

Leya peeks over her arms at I'sai, "You too?" she says in a despairing
voice. "This can not be happening..." she can be heard to mutter as she
hides her face in her arms. Sometimes you welcome the darkness...

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan bbposts. Now to actually remember I scheduled this.

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

I'sai waggles his mint-stick in J'lyn's general direction - accompanied by
a muffled noise vaguely like, "Good night," - and wiggles his toes in 
Leya's.

Telgar Weyr> Leya giggles at the last part of the post.

"Knit booties?" Kassi repeats, with perhaps a touch, just a touch, of
horror. Knitting is just not a Kassish activity. "Well... mayhaps I could
be making mobiles t'be hanging above the cradles instead. Say, pretty
little wooden daggers or the like?" She would. "And we'll have t'be getting
you *maternity* clothes, Is, dear, if'n you don't have any--" Breaking off,
she grins ruefully up at J'lyn. "Understandable, methinks... g'night, Jal.
Dream sweet--*shardit*. Missed again."


18   M'rgan            Fri Feb  4 00:32 2000 RPed Threadfall

Telgar Weyr will be holding a RPed Threadfall on Tuesday, February 8 at 8
PM ET. The location to be announced. Be there or be square. Pregnant /and/
evil greenriders can stay in the living cavern and heckle the rest of us.
....................................TGW....................................


Telgar Weyr> I'sai laughs.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima hees at Mart. You're wicked. I like it. :)

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn hees! You want none of the greenriders there at all, do
you, M'rgan?

Ryialla waves at the already-departed J'lyn, then makes her way back to her
sear, and re-settles.

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla nopes. He doesn't.

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan grins. That's why I put in the and. If I did a or all
of the greenriders would stay away since in the dictionary, under the word
evil, there's a picture of a greenrider. 0:)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Is evilness a requirement of all greenriders or do
all greenriders get evil over time? :)"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima oohs. February 8. I'll be pregnant, evil, *and*
proddy. Heckling can defintely be done. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Kassima didn't start out evil! Honest!

Telgar Weyr> K'nan trained her.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn will be basking in afterglow at that point. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Leya peers warily at K'nan. :)

Telgar Weyr> Merla says, "Ahhhghghghhhhhh!"

Telgar Weyr> Merla says, "Just because."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Some are naturally Evil. Most are not. They have
to be trained, Leya."

Telgar Weyr> M'rgan patpats Leya's head. Good girl. You're learning.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima beams at K'nan. Yep. Between your training and
Lysseth, poor Kassi hadn't a chance.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn was decidedly !Evil until meeting Kassi. I was sweet and
innocent, I tell you!

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Uh-huh. Suuuuuuuuuuure. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Leya grins at M'rgan, "And all brownies are trained be very,
very afraid of the evil greenriders?"

I'sai sucks moodily on his mint-stick. Now what.

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla was always evil. Just managed to hide it under her
freck-faced innocence for a few Turns.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "I was! Pure as the driven snow!"

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla nods. Freckled, too. :)

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn . o O ( Driven over and over and over... )

Ryialla offers to I'sai, "I'll rub your feet, if you like."

Kassima is more than happy to ramble on, "And you'll need t'be seeing the
Healers, y'know, t'be examined. Ushu would probably do it. In fact... have
you been t'see 'em yet? Mayhaps we should take him, Ryi. Y'know how
important check-ups can be."

Telgar Weyr> Leya laughs! "That's what I was thinking, by a very muddy
truck." :)

Telgar Weyr> Kassima suspects Kassi always had an underlying heart of evil.
But for awhile, she was pure as fresh snow. Fresh snow lying on top of a
muck pile, but still, fresh snow. ;)

I'sai squints at Kassima, then - for all that it decreases his escape
capability - starts scrabbling at his recently-cut boot-laces; he
sacrifices the mint-stick in favor of, "Thanks, Ryi. ...Leya, you can sit
up now. I think."

From another table, at the mention of Ushu needing to examine I'sai, there
comes a flurry of snickers, giggles, and a few words. Words like 'tent peg'
and 'ouch' and 'that'll make him'.

Leya peeks over her arm as the surreal scene before her. Two greenies and a
bronzer. Never good, never ever good. She sighs desparingly and mutters
into her arms, "Am I the only sane person here?" She then peers warily at
I'sai, "I don't think so."

I'sai clutches his boots to him at -that-. "Then who's the other sane
person?" he misunderstands.

Ryialla says, quite reasonably, "Why, I am, of course. Now, fork over those
feet."

"Oh, all right," Is says to at least one or the other, and offers one
stockinged foot: it's a clean sock, too, after his recent change, and of a
fairly neutral blue.

Leya says flatly, if a little muffled. "No one. You all are insane."

Kassima agrees, quite happily, "A'course we are. We're all mad here. I'm
mad, you're mad... Is? You need some interesting socks."

I'sai looks at Leya another moment, then asks, "What are everyone else's
socks like? I don't want mine crawling, thank you."

Ryialla wrinkles her nose at the sock, and rolls it off, clean or no - you
just can't rub feet properly when they're clad. She adjusts her position so
she can get the foot over her leg, then starts deftly massaging the center
portion. "Mine are russet, Is. Just plain russet." Ryi, for the most part,
is conservative in her clothing.

Kassima risks Pierron's wrath by leaning back enough to thunk her own
boot-heels up onto the table, the better to peek down past the cuffs. "Mine
are just black," she reports, "but black's appropriate for an evil person.
What about mauve socks? We could get you mauve." Switching to song, she
lilts, "I'm you're only sock, I'm nay your only sock, but I'm a little
argyle sock, but really, I'm nay actually your sock, but I am...."

Leya peers at Kassi through a crack between her arms, "I am not." She quiet
for a few moments. "Though if I am I'm mad in a very different way from all
of you." Sense and logic, keep them at all costs, if you can't settle for
something resembling them. Leya's feet are still under the table, her socks
firmly in her shoes.

I'sai reaches over to snag the sock and then, well, leans back along the
bench with crossed arms as a pillow. "Mmmm," is what he says, with accents
of the occasional, "Ow." Sore instep.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Okay, Lorieth was Hatched exactly 3 Months to the
day before the current Pass started."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Wow. She's less than three Turns younger than
Kassi. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Leya ooOOoos, "You dragons were actually around way back
then?" :>

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Thanks, for making me feel that much older, 
Kassi."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima hees and snugs a Jal. Only way to make me feel *less*
older at this point, Lieutenant. Besides, dinodom is a respectable 
thing. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Ryialla comforts J'lyn. Pliarth hatched 8 months into the 5th
turn, so you're only a little old. :)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "When was it when the game started?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Approx. Jan 25, 1991, I believe."

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "What bout in Pern time?"

Ryialla gentles her touch at that ow, murmuring apologies. Then she says to
Leya, cheerfully, "Oh, be mad. It's so much more fun."

Kassima nods to Leya, perhaps surprisingly. "Well, naturally. You're a
brownrider, and brownrider insanity's different from greenrider or
bronzerider insanity. There are different *flavors* of insanity, see...."

"It's a good ow," I'sai does say, though really, without much energy; no,
he's just soaking this up. "What're the flavors like? I don' want Leya to
be mad."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grumbles.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn gets out his walker and says, "I remember when there
WASN'T and Thread..."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima uhhhhs... hrm... no clue. I'm not sure whether +time
was set as such when the game started? Since it wasn't known when they'd
decide to have Thread, they couldn't have said 'this long before the Pass.'
But I'm not sure.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "At least, I assume all that. I think I remember
reading that they decided to have Thread when they had code for it but
didn't know when that would be, but it's been awhile."

Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "There's a game-time-to-RL-time conversion
somewhere, but they explicitly say that it doesn't work for going back that
far."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn believes that +time started when the Pass started,
simply to make it easier to count off time.

Kassima recites in the sing-song of something remembered by rote,
"Greenriders are psychotic, blueriders are eccentric, brownriders are
masochistic, bronzeriders are egotistic, goldriders are sadistic."

Leya finallys sits up, it's much too hard to talk to people with your head
in your arms. "Is it fun like being drunk is fun? Even though Kassi spawned
because she was drunk?" She peers accusingly at Kassi, but then nods as she
listens to her. "For once she actually make some sense." She looks over a
I'sai and the shadow of a grin appears on her face, "Don't worry. I'm
either not mad or so much less insane then ya'll that it doesn't matter."
The wonderful beauty of logic.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "In 20 Turns when the interval starts, it'll
restart at 1.1.1 of the #th Interval."

I'sai blinks luminous green-glinting eyes up at Leya - the glows are a
help, here - "Oh, all right," he says. And then, "I like eccentric -much-
better."

Telgar Weyr> K'nan says, "T2K!"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn puts on his announcer voice. "Are yuor riding straps T2K
compliant?"

Ryialla shakes her head, soothing out strained muscles. "I muchly prefer
being psychotic, so that fits."

"You can be an honorary bluerider, then," Kassi grants, so magnanimously.
"Or greenrider? You're evil enough." With just a hint of red along her
cheekbones, she reassures Leya, "I've only gotten pregnant from drinking
twice out of countless times, and both were with crazy J-named greenriders,
so avoid them and you may be safe."

"I -am-?" I'sai says delightedly. "Thank you. ...But I didn't realize you
were psychotic, Ryi. Thing is, too, that L comes after K, so after J comes
K, so she might have to worry about K... pity the theory doesn't work with
M. Hm."

Kassima squints at I'sai. Just squints. "Worry about K? Everyone should
worry about K. We are the K-Team; resistance is futile. But why sound so
surprised?" She does honestly seem surprised by that herself. "Wasn't it
*obvious* 'twere evil? I thought 'twas obvious. Ryi, Leya? Votes on the
obviousness?"

Ryialla nods. "Very obvious, indeed. Practically /screaming/ obviousticity.
Is that a word, obviousticity? Is now. I've decided it should be. And
sympathies, by the way, Kassi."

Leya nods as if this all makes sense, "So I just have to avoid riders with
J-names," she looks at I'sai, "And K-names?" She looks back at Kassi as she
remembers soemthing, "/Only/ two times? But don't you only have four kids?
That means have of the time you spawned when you were drunk." She purses
her lips togeth and nods, then says to I'sai, "Never let me get drunk, will
you? At least until I actually want to spawn."

I'sai sort of nods his head against his folded arms at Ryialla's reply to
the new poll, and rolls his eyes back up for, "I'll try not to. Wouldn't it
be more fun if you didn't get drunk, though?"

Ryialla finishes with the first foot, and even kindly rolls the sock back
on, before gesturing for the other. "It's not the alcohol'll that'll get
you in the end, Leya. It's the Water. And the Water is everywhere. It's a
conspiracy, see.."

Kassima asks, startled, "Sympathies? Whatever for?" Leaning over, she
confides to Leya, "When you do spawn, find a father with a K in his name,
though. K is the fortunate letter, and babes born with names that start
with it have luck all their lives. Look at Kaylira." Settling back in her
chair, she peers down at herself again. "Four. Nay quite four yet, is it?
More like three and a ninth. But aye." She's silent a moment, thinking.
"Y'know, 'tis almost as if'n 'tis some sort of pattern. Alternating
spawning with bronzers from flights with spawning with greenriders from
drunkenness."

Leya nods seriously, "Probably. I don't think I ever want to get drunk now
anyways no matter what letter name they have." Promises are made to be
broken, so they say. She peers closely at I'sai, "I've never thought he was
evil. Somewhat odd at times, but not evil. But then I'm not a greenrider so
maybe I'm not as good a judge." Yes, join the insanity, it's so much easier
that way.

I'sai grins sunnily up at Leya even as he relinquishes the first foot for
the second, with murmured thanks for the dear, sweet, kind, wonderful,
so-on-and-so-forth greenrider down the bench from him; for that other one,
"...Three and a ninth... oh, those..." there's slight hesitation, then,
"Has a bronze ever caught 'in turn' when you weren't already pregnant - are
there any other variables I forgot? - and you -didn't- get pregnant?"

Ryialla says "For having to get pregnant from drinking at all, of course,
Kassi." She smiles sympathetically. "I'd hate to have gotten pregnant after
a good drinking session - it's just such a letdown. Spoils the good and
happy fuzzy memories of that time." Rolling down the other sock, she
massages the new foot. "I miss drinking. After the babe is born, I plan on
breaking out my very last bottle that S'riv gave me and celebrating."

'That other one' describes Kassi well when the alternative is sweet, kind,
wonderful, and such, doesn't it? "Um... hmmm... oh! Aye, I think so. Once.
Prometh caught Lysseth the eighth time she rose, now that I think on it;
nay sure about 'in turn,' but 'twasn't pregnant and didn't spawn. Other
flights she's always been caught by browns or blues, excepting Nicoth and
Sharath."

"In turn being after a green-caused pregnancy as opposed to a bronze-one,"
I'sai says foot-massage-dreamily, without regard for what any of this might
imply.

Kassima points out to Ryialla, all dryness, "If'n I didn't get pregnant
from drinking, Ryi, I'd nay get pregnant at all outside of flights." Her
eyes narrow, and she considers this. "Prometh caught after Khari was born,"
she eventually decides. "So 'twas 'in turn' as you say it. Still, an
interesting coincidence. Methinks... methinks I haven't decided yet what
I'll do when the babe's born, unsurprisingly. I'm saving one of m'bottles
of Saer's stash for the end of the Pass. The other for when any child of
mine Impresses, I suppose."

Ryialla continues that gentle rubbing, then snickers, suddenly. "My first
was a bronze winning a flight. And my second one is either a bronze winning
a flight or a greenrider." She seems rather amused by this, but then nods
to Kassi. "I was going to save that bottle for my 40th Turnday, but...oh, I
don't know. Maybe I will. I just don't have anything else at the moment
that I could save for after the birth. My stock is dreadfully low. I had
meant to go see if I could improve it, but.."

Thanks to Ryialla's evilness turned to the momentary semblance of good, al
that logic just washes over poor I'sai, who by his fragment of a nod only
catches the part about it not being even a pseudo-necessary result; "Mmm,"
he says. And, "What's so great about S'riv's, an' ... 'Saer'?" he yawns.
"Gim'e marks an' tell me what to buy."

Kassima snorts amusement at that. "Bronzes and greens. Chaste or
promiscuous, it still comes down to the bronzes and greens, doesn't it?"
With a slow stretch, she rises to her feet. "S'riv--that's Saer--has the
most marvellous liquors... well, Ryi can tell you. Me, I need t'be seeking
sleep; it's been an interesting day."

"That's 'cause we left Leya off the hook," I'sai points out drowsily.
"Because she was on it, before. And wriggling. ...So they're the same?
Tricky, tricky. 'Night."

Ryialla finishes Is' other foot - and puts that sock back on, too. Then she
rubs at her hands, and nods to I'sai. "Night, Kassi," she calls, before
explaining. "His name, before he impressed, was Saeriv. He's one of my
clutchmates, as a matter of fact, and an excellent judge of alcholic
beverages. Helped me get started, once I was old enough to drink. He's got
quite a lovely stash. Been thinking of writing him and informing him of th'
new spawn on the way - he may send something over. Did for the twins. As
for you buying, thank you - I may take you up on that, but it's so hard to
explain just exactly what I want..."

Kassima drawls to I'sai, snagging her satchel and heading doorwards,
"Mayhaps brownies and golders are the key t'getting *bronzers* pregnant.
I'd nay know; I haven't really tried. Doubt I could manage it, even if 'Lex
has said I'm more of a man than him." Shaking her head, she mutters
something in an amused undertone about how that would explain a lot as she
heads for the Bowl.

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