kasbane

Kaslarna returns from the reverie that she had inhabited for a while, only to realise that she�s peeling empty air. �Whoops.� She says, with a sheepish smile and picks up a tuber like nothings happened

Kilbane looks from the corner of his eye at the untimely return of the rock and then goes back to peeling �Wasn�t that thing just thrown out?� he directs to Kaslarna, oblivious to her recent space travel. The bowl is starting to become empty now. Rejoice. Another tuber is taken and dutifully peeled.

Kaslarna glances at the indicated rock. �Maybe.� She concedes, rather unwilling to reveal that her mind had gone a wandering. �But its not doing anyone any harm really, is it? How much harm can a rock do. �Who keeps throwing it about?� she wonders. �Have we got a phantom rock thrower?�

Kilbane places the last tuber with its kin and wipes the blade of his knife off on his shirt before returning it to his pocket. �I�m just waiting for it to hit someone. I�m not sure who�s chucking it. It went from one room to this one, to another and back again. I really don�t know.� Weird phenomenon he�s used to.

"Well, as long as it stays where it is now, then I'll be happy." Kaslarna says, giving the rock a distrustful glance, laying down her own knife. "Back in a mo." she says, before rising and carrying the peeled tubers off into the kitchens. She returns and sits again. "Now what do we do? I'm free of tubers and chores for a bit now."

Kilbane leans back in his chair, the reality of no chores and obligations taking some time to sink in thoroughly. �Hmm.� He denotes still trying to think, �There�s swimming, but we always do that. And there�s no on in here to pester. Any particularities that you can think of.� Hopeless wink

"How about we just sit and talk?" Kaslarna suggests, the notion of free time a bit alien to her as well. "Most of the time we're kept so busy that we don't really get a chance to talk, bar at nights, and then we're usually that tired that we fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. Well, at least I am."

Kilbane then decides to pay heed to his last roll and takes a small bite from the crust, �Talk? Sure I can do that..� No lie. The idea of just �talking� leaves him a bit wary but he�ll try anything once. �So about the weather, the Hatching, your history, or we can settle for just plain gossip. � He�s purposefully left his past out from among the topics. Stretching his legs out under the table, he cups his hands around his glass of juice.

"For all its autumn, its rather warm, I'm trying not to think about it, I'm an ex resident cum nanny of High Reaches, and I haven't heard any." Kaslarna spiels off, then grins. "Your turn." She sits back in her chair, firelizards sliding down in a tangle into her lap.

Kilbane rubs his chin before preparing to answer �I find this weather very nice compared to the volatile temperatures swings of Reaches. They used to say I was �cold blooded� and I think they�re tight. The Hatching.,� dreamy sigh �its sorta on the back-burner, but I can�t help ignore it completely because my fate rests with those eggs. I�m from Reaches too, thought I don�t think I saw you there too often. I tried to shy away from the brat caves as much as possible.� A wink appears from behind his glass �As for gossip, I heard that Usha�s got a little �un coming.� Deep breath

"Reaches as well? Thats what, five of us here? You, me, Meral, Sarah and Rowann? Good of you to stay away from the brat caves, they can get nasty there." Kaslarna says, then pauses to take a breath herself and smile "Your fate?" she regards 'Bane "I think that you'll impress, its me that I'm not sure about. Usha expecting? Oohhh." And that about sums it up.

Kilbane steals a sip from his glass, the contents now empty. �Oh, and Squaln too.2 he interjects. How could he forget him? �I guess we�ll find out soon enough, won�t we? C�mon Kaz, you have just as good a chance as everyone else.. So, about the brats, how could you stand the,/ I mean, what was the highest number of children you looked after at one time?� His mind can�t fathom being in her shoes.

"Most of the brats weren't that bad." Kaslarna says. "It was just one or two that were the hardest, and only then sometimes. Most of the time they were very affectionate. Well, except for the paint incident."

Kilbane nods, trying to picture himself watching kids. �I�m have them tied to a post and their mouths taped. Well, or at least the taped mouths. I can�t stand their incessant screaming.� Shudder, Dare he go further? � What was the paint escapade about?�

Kaslarna holds out her hands, turning them over to display the palms. "The bratlets decided that it would be more fun to paint me, rather than what they were supposed to be painting." she says, displaying the faint blue and purple streaks that still haven't faded. "The rest of the paint came off, just this bit seems to linger."

Kilbane leans over the table to get a better look at Kaslarna�s palms. �Did they receive any repercussions for it? Shards, I�m surprised the pain stayed on for that long!� Headshake �Being Searched must have been a blessing foe you eh?� He falls back into his seat amid the scolding from Corsair

(Kilbane scooted, stopped logging)