| Logged by R'ley Meral considers the thoughts, "Well, you know Chelle? Ead, Chelle, Tev and I were talking about that yesterday. Well, for the most part, anyways. Did you know, that all of us together have seventeen firelizards?" There's some useless trivia for you! "But... the problem with scrubbing. Hmm... I would have never of imaginaed of that one on my own; unless, of course... like... I was forced to." Tynabith blinks out of between high above the reaches chilly lake, he immediatly dips into a steap dive heading straight for the water with his rider atop his back trying to convince him that no he would not like a swim right now. Obliging only at the last moment Tyna backwings sending himself shooting barely inches above the water intill they reach the beach where he arcs up then down again into a neat landing. "I know Chelle, and Rhajath." Kaslarna says. "17? Thats a lot of firelizards to feed. Add my three and you get 20. Scary " Nanny would continue, but diving dragon gets her attention. "I thought that they would be going for a swin." she comments in an undertone to Meral and the dragon levels out. Miria gets a wave and a "Hi!" "Well, well, would you look at that..." Meral states, watching the course of the dragon. "I almost feared I would be encountered with a large splash. And I have dyes in my rucksack -- it wouldn't have been a pretty sight." Or, mabey it would. They are pretty colored dyes. Kaslarna is eyed carefully and manifested a grin, "Seems that proddy greens atract alot of male dragons, too." Miria is grinned at, as well. Miria waddles in from the bowl, hands in pockets, guard's jacket lazily unzipped, silvery hair flapping in the wind. "Mer! Ead! 'Ey!" she exclaims, breaking into a run and practically showering each with hugs and snugs. "An' how have you been? I'm a lil' more used to the 'Reaches now, I think." Giggle. From above, Castaliath circles in from the bowl. From above, Castaliath drops down towards the beach. Castaliath clatters down from above. R'ley unbuckles his straps not looking entirely pleased, "You thought it'd be /funny/ not to tell me there was a green in the skies, thats not funny, that's like /so/ not funny it's not...funny." he finish's lamely as the bronze swivels his head around to make sure his rider see's him dragonicly laughing. Trying not to hold onto why he's angry R'ley swings both legs to one side of the bronze's neck and drops heavily in all his cold weather gear to the sands. "We shall just have to wait it out here, since neither of us have any will-power." this causes the bronze to go off again and R'ley allows himself a quarter of a smile while kicking sand about with his boots idly. "You'd end up like me them." Kaslarna says to Meral, displaying her painted palms. "What colours have you got in there?" Bronze riders conversation with dragon is noted, but Kaslarna manages to hide her smile. "Seems like he's doing the same as us." she whispers to Meral. Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla lands just in time to hear R'ley's comment about sky-bound greens over the rustle of her own green's wings. "Got something against flying greens?" she calls out as she extricates herself from her straps and flips her legs over to one side of Castaliath's neck before dropping downwards, giving those present a cheery smile. Yla slides from her position between sleek neckridges, and drops the final foot or so to the ground with a thud. Meral watches R'ley carefully, zafer eyes locked on him for a moment; they soon shift to glance at the dragon. "Well, he's a new one. After Turns at the 'Reaches, I don't remember him, do you, Kas?" he quies, as though the rider wasn't standing right there. "Oh, and greens, too? Well, certainly she wasn't attracted by another proddy green." Then again, you never know! "Ah, hello, hello there." he finally greets from his little nest in the sand; shoulders haunched slightly, legs folded 'pretzel' style. "I don't quite remember either of you." Hi, and this is the official Beach Bum and Mooch of the Weyr. Yla smiles at Meral, pulling her riding helmet off her head and running a hand through her hair to give it a less 'plastered to one's skull' look. "You wouldn't." she says as she stuff the helmet into a straps pouch. "I'm only here to see my cousin. And believe me, that's not something I want to do all the time." She has nightmares for cousins, y'see. "I don't recognise either of them." Kaslarna mutters "Istan shoulder knots though." Then she smiles and waves in greeting as if she hadn't been muttering about them. "Hello!" she says cheerfully. "And greetings to your dragons." she adds, trying to make a bow from her reclining position in a dune. Difficult, but she manages. R'ley spots Yla and just barely manages to hold back a groan, "Do you like follow me everywhere?" he opens his mouth surely to say somthing else witty and inteligent..but thankfully Meral saves the other greenie from it. Hooking thumbs in waist the Ista rider, who isn't obviously an Ista rider since he's knotless because of all the extra gear he has on, "Well since I don't know you that makes two of us, R'ley bronze Tynabith's rider of Ista Weyr." turning his head he rolls eyes at Yla, "And she'd be Yla, also of Ista." she can introduce her own dragon. Yla puts her hands on her hips, pouting in R'ley's direction briefly. "Don't flatter yourself. However much of a stud you may think yourself, I'm not going to haul myself across half of Pern to follow you." Never mind it's just a short hop between for a rider. "And yes, I'm Yla, although R'ley's obviously forgotten that I also have a dragon, green Castaliath here." But Cassie isn't paying all that much attention, just stretching and making herself fairly comfortable on the sands, doing her best to bat her eyes at Tynabith, as he is, naturally, a male. A bob of his head goes to Kaslarna, and Meral returns deftly to the slight conversation between the riders. "Well, welcome to 'Reaches, then. Cousins, ew. I know how you feel; except I only have a brother." A mean one, at that. Brillianty hued orbs flicker back towards the heavily geared R'ley. "I'm Meral, High Reaches Resident. Well met. I was just at Ista Hold recently. Nice weather conpared to here; even if it is a nice temperate today." Weather is usually the conversation string with him. "And, Well met, Yla, and Castaliath." "Kaslarna, assiatant nanny of High Reaches." Kaslarna says in her own introduction. Piece of hide is slid out of pocket and resident turned nanny scribbles something on it. "Well met." Kas settles back into the dune, piece of hide being tucked away again. Selendi walks in from the Central Bowl. R'ley shivers at the nice weather comment, "It's /freezing/, how can you call this nice?" at Yla he smirks again, "I don't think I am a stud, I know/ I am a stud." he winks and tips his nose aristocraticly in the air. If Yla had glasses, she'd peer over the rim of them at the bronzerider perched on his dragon's neck. "I think you need to see a mind healer of some sort." She says archly, turning her head away from him to look at the others. "He's got delusions , you see. That's what happens when yer dragon flies a gold." Still, that's not what she's here to do; argue with R'ley that is. "I don't suppose either of you have seen Iisana? Miner journeywoman? White hair, bad temper?" Miria goes home. Tynabith stands by the water looking at his reflection for a looong time, he turns this way and that making sure to look over every visible inch of his hide. When he turns away he actually looks larger, but that'd be from his chest puffing up with so much self-love. Cassie's flirty looks his way are finally noticed and he gives her a 'how you doin?' style warble. Meral grins and nods, "You'll have to come here in the winter, then. Even I'm cold -- and I've had Turns to get used to it!" And he has a speacial blanket that is *just* his. "Stud?" he suddenly butts into the conversation betwixt the alienated two, "Who would *want* to be a stud? Too much work." He nods sagely, and turns to Yla, beaming. "Oh, well, there's alot of people with bad tempers. A few with white hair. The name doesn't ring a bell, though." You drop from Tynabith's long neck to a foreleg and from there to the ground below. Padding into the beach, a young woman enters from the northwest, letting the buttermilk light bleed across the horizon, across the waters, and finally onto her pale, alabaster complexion. Dressed in a flimsy skirt that she'd been issued as an apprentice starcrafter at Gar Hold, the young woman seems to have forgotten the harshness of the weather at High Reaches. Selendi has come home to visit her family, but after half of day with them, she has already begun to tire. So, she walks towards the beach, footsteps outlining a path on the sand to seek the some peace by the waters. "Its warmer than it was sir." Kaslarna defends the Reaches weather "At least all the snow has gone." At Yla's question, Kaslarna half closes her eyes as she tries to remember. "I haven't seen her for a while ma'am." Manners from a nanny, will wonders never cease? Selendi unrolls a scroll that she is carrying, reads it quickly, and rolls it back up. Yla nods approvingly at Meral's statement. "Exactly. Stud's too much hard work. Nowgreenriders, we're just unconsciously sexy. All the time. So we don't have to work at it." So nyah. Cassie seems to enjoy the fact that she's puffing up Tynabith's ego that little bit, turning her head this way and that to get it in its best light. "You haven't?" is directed towards Kaslarna. "Oh bother. Well... I'm not going looking for her. No. I'm staying here." Because she doesn't want to get lost in this strange weyr. From above, Cadgwith circles in from the bowl. R'ley beams at Yla, which makes him look much more friendly then when he scowls, "And not just any gold, the gold people had /doubts/ about." he empathisis the words doubts with disgust, doubting that a gold would do what golds do, horrible. "Yes it is a bit of work, but I think I manage nicely." he responds to Meral keeping two conversations running at once with ease. Kaslarna isn't ignored though, cause R'ley wouldn't be R'ley if he wasn't flirting, he flashes his first smile since arriving, showing all his pretty teath and bright eyes. Meral chuckles lightly from his spot on the sands, stretching backwards until his spine cracks, then turning to his knees to get up, completely to his feet. "I have to agree. There are some pretty nice greenriders..." And, hello, this is coming from Meral. He'd probably want to be a sexy female before being paired up with one. "And... doubts about a gold? I think I heard something about that. She was very pale, I heard." Of course, he's not your average gossiper; so he doesn't really take notice. From above, Cadgwith drops down towards the beach. Cadgwith clatters down from above. Pyrene carefully descends the cliff of Cadgwith's shoulder and foreleg until she's safely on land again. Amethyst orbs, the color of tainted Neptune's wine wanders the course of the beach, moving across the various figures gathered on the sands. An appraising glance is sent towards the small group congregated, her eyes focused just a tad longer on the males. Hey, one wouldn't be a proper teenage girl if they were not on Hot Guy LookOut 24/7. Peering across the beach, at last, her pale orbs alight on the dragons. She begins to make her way towards them, eyeing them with poorly hidden curiousity. "That's one thing that I miss about living in a weyr.." She mutters to herself. The group's conversation about golds and whatnot are disregarded, her attention drawn towards the dragons. Kaslarna returns R'leys smile with one of her own. "I afraid that I don't know where she is at the moment ma'am, I met her in the Caverns one day, that's about as much as I've seen of her." is said in the direction of Yla, before nanny waves at the descending gold and the dismounting rider. "Good morning Pyrene ma'am." then attention shifts again to wandering girl looking at guys. "Hi." Yla ignores the 'what if's about golds and rolls her eyes at R'ley expressively. "Well, it's moot. So what's the point in thinking about it?" She asks rhetorically before tilting her chin up and giving a vaguely-respectful nod towards Pyrene and Cadgwith. "Good day, weyrwoman. I don't suppose you've seen my good for nothing, cousin?" Because the sooner she's found, the sooner Yla gets to leave before she succumbs to temptation and starts a fight with R'ley. Just because. Pyrene arrives, with a rather brightly restless Cadgwith. The gold sends an idle whuffle of curiosity to Castaliath and a keener one to Tynabith before claiming the lake as her own. Pyrene merely stands back and lets her get on with it, stepping curiously towards the group. "Ista are invading?" she enquires. "Who's your cousin?" R'ley turns his head to glance in the direction of the girl looking at his bond. Unlike his rider Tynabith isn't a complete paranoid, he puffs up even bigger at the girls attention. Then another gold comes in, and Tyna looses interest in both girl and green giving Cadgwith a low purrr'ing rumble of welcome. No matter he's on her beach, he still welcomes her there. R'ley tuning back in the conversation can't resist add'ing his two marks again, "There are definitly a lot of nice greenriders, she had been sick, dragons get pale when sick, I don't know where anyone got infertile from that." he moves from one topic to another in the middle of a sentance without pause. Agh. Someone /noticed/ her. Sly Selendi didn't mean to let that happen, but then again, Sly Selendi isn't really very sly at all. She just pretends she is. But we digress. A smooth smile eases across her lips, gently burrowing into the curve of her mouth and revealing a set of baby-like dimples dug deep into her cheeks. She gives a nod to Pyrene and the others as courtesy requires before her attention turns to admiring the gleaming coats of Cadgewith and Tynabith, her violet orbs round with awe. The dawn sun glints and sheens on their coats, reflected in a million prizms of brilliance. Wow. That's better than even hot guys. A few tentative steps are taken towards them, closing her distance between herself and the dragons. Bad idea? Probably. Selendi seems to be full of those recently. Blame it on the Woman's Monthly Disease. Meral waves jubilantly at the goldrider, beaming to her. Back to talking to the Istans, though."Poor Yla. Stuck in the cooler weather of High Reaches." Or whatever he's supposed to have sympathy about. "Seems Cadgwith is claiming the beach and lake for her own, too. No wonder. She's huge. Eh, no offense to her, weyrwoman." He's always after brownie points. Bronzerider is watched carefully again, and he eventually retires to the conversation of gold's conditions: "Aye. I find that rather odd, aswell. And, it's been proven wrong, hasn't it?" And an idly wave goes to the now-noticed Selendi. Kaslarna just listens to the conversation, or conversations in R'leys case. She lies back in her dune and tries to keep track of who has said what, when and why. Thank goodness dragons don't talk aloud, other Kas would be very confused. Castaliath doesn't appreciate another lady moving in on her action, and hisses in Tynabith's direction. One can almost imagine her own thoughts about being dropped for a pretty-sparkly hide, and from the way that Yla abruptly winces, it's a good guess she heard all of them. "Don't worry, Cassie, love." She says, briefly turning her attention away from the others to pat her twilight dragon's hide. "Who needs him anyway?" Cassie just picks her tail up and makes her way towards the waters edge. If he's not gonna play... "My cousin, Iisana?" Yla says, distraction removed. Miner journeywoman with white hair and a temper that makes a wherry look sweet natured?" Yla beams at Meral, who seems to know exactly how she feels about this weather. "I know... it's so much nicer back in the warmth." "What's been proven wrong? Who's stuck? What's wrong with Cadge being huge?" Pyrene wonders absently, apparently with little interest as to the answers. "Iisana? I've not seen her... And it's warm here. Soon as the sun's been up a bit, we'll all be toasty." Cadgwith is too busy ignoring everybody in favour of splashiing in water. But she /does/ have pretty sparkly hide, doesn't she? And has everybody noticed that silver shiny tail? Miria skips (complete with silly grin) in from the Central Bowl. Tynabith doesn't actually want to bathe today, so the moment Cadg heads water word he looses attention in her. Climbing to four feat he slowely sludges his way threw the sand, wings partially out for balance, after her. Head dips down to watch where he's putting a feat, and not paying attention to where he's heading the huge dragon blunders right for his rider and the others. Dark locks are curled around the nape of her neck, like the intricate coils of an ebony serpent. Clutching one of this coal-dusted strands, the young girl continues to creep towards the dragons, hoping that she won't be noticed again. At Castaliath's hiss though, the starcrafter jerks her head up, eyes turning wide like saucers. From the look that she gives Castaliath, you'd think that the dragon had suddenly sprouted a tail, shrunk about 100 times and turned into a dolphin. She blinks owlishly at her, dark lashes challenging the speed of the wings of a hummingbird. "Eek!" The girl squeaks, face flushing crimson. "Did I do anything ..wrong?" She asks of the dragon, eyebrows raising up a notch. Ooops. Definetly not smart to offend something that's ten times your size."Aye to that!" Meral swiftlyanswers, shivering, "Cold, it is. And it's horrid in the winter months! The only goodthing is that there's usually fresh, hot klah, and the cookies are great." Even his firelizards insist on eating them. "And, sorry, there's nothing wrong with Cadge being huge. Just nature of the gold dragons, I guess. And... eh... your dragon doesn't care if he steps on someone, does he?" The bronze is pointed out, "Doesn't seem to care where he's going." Selendi is eyed cautiously for a short moment; though Meral seems more intent on conversing with the congregated. Castaliath most certainly did notice the silver shiny tail, and if anyone thinks this greenie girl is gonna be upstaged by a gold? Think again. Her gaze sweeps the area and she finally locates one that was defending greenies a moment ago. And thus Cassie has her head poised over Meral, drooling downwards in his direction. Go on, defend greens. "Not seen her? Well, that's it. I'm not looking for her. I have sweeps to do, not chase after cousins." So there. Selendi just gets a peculiar look. "What /are/ you talking about?" she asks, rather abruptly. She can't possibly be scared of her Cass, after all. Large bronze. Heading this way. Kaslarna's reaction? Ignore it. Hissing Castalith is also ignored, though the keen eyed might spot a deeper shuffling into the dune from Kaslarna. "The cookies here are good." Kaslarna says, hearing part of the conversation and jumping in. Then Kaslarna's eyes widen as green dragon seems to be trying to drool on Meral. "Fun." she mutters. R'ley opens his mouth to answer Pyrene, "We where just discussing Hannah and Dhi-" then being the closest to Tyna's course the bronze's big shadow falls over him first. "Wha?" he says looking up then ducking from a wingsail, "Tyna! What /are/ you doing?" the bronze freezes in his tracks and looks around sheepishly. "Cassie's that way." he points, "But I don't suggest you go over there, I think she's rabid." he however has no problem teasing something a whole lot bigger then him, cause something even bigger then that is looming over him. Pyrene mms, paying little heed to the dragons. "Hannah and Dhi...ammarath? Have they clutched? Or are they huge?" she asks, vaguely piecing bits of the conversation together like somebody trying to make one picture out of three different jigsaws. "Going already? Reaches' compliments to Ista then." Yla starts towards R'ley, obviously with the intention to clouting the bronzer upside the head. "She is not rabid. She's a sensitive girl." Who'll forgive all for a bit of love and attention from anything male really. She does seem to try and clout R'ley, but, alas, she's hardly exactly tall enough to manage that. And there goes the flight-or-fight reaction. Meral nearly jumps backwards from the drooling. Hey, he just took a bath this morning... "Er. Yeah. Uhm... I don't think she's rabid," he says towards R'ley, pointing to the green, basically using his whole arm. "Not rabid. Nope!" .. What had her mother told her? Speak softly and carry a big stick. But Selendi seriously doubts that a stick would do much against a dragon. Eyes travel towards Yla, the greenrider. "Er...?" She tries pathetically as words refuses to form in her mind. Usually silvertongued the young girl finds herself at a loss for words for one of the first times in her life. And then the moment passes, and after a short eternity, she blusters with an indignant sniff, "..Afraid? Of course I'm not afraid. Why -would- I be afraid of .." Of something that eats firestones and is 100 times her size. R'ley nods to Meral, "Yup definitly rabid, happens sometimes, Yla's just covering for her." he holds his ground as Yla trys to clout him, deftly raising a forearm to ward it off. Tynabith starts to back up, then see's Cassie drooling on Meral, and steps closer. Wings flick back making R'ley shiver as cold air is stirred up around him, to make up for it the bronze scoots sidewaise so his rider can lean against him and share body warmth. Giant tail is tossed about wildly intil Tyna finally decides it's most comfortable...half wrapped around Kaslarna. Kaslarna has to fight to stifle her laughter at the scene before her. "Dragon drool. Not nice." she comments idly to anyone who is listening to Kas in her sand dune. Then as bronze tail coils around her, Kas freezes. Hesitantly, she reaches out and gives it a gentle pat. "Hiya." she says, somewhat at a loss. Camouflage blinks in from ::between::! "Rabid-- I should hope not.." The notes of her voice sound just a bit unsure, and from the quizzical glance that she sends the other dragonriders, the young woman hopes desperately that they are indeed kidding. If the green were rabid, she'd surely die in the sands-- she /can't/ die before having made love. Nope. Unacceptable. Arms wrap around herself, the gossamer material of her dress doing little to discourage the cold fingers of the wind that seem to penetrate to the very marrow of the bone. Poor Selendi looks very lost. Maybe she should just stay at Gar-- even if there are no hot boys or dragons there. These people are wierder than those batty eyed Harpers. Camouflage squeaks in indignacy. His humanpet just goes *flying* off on a big brown, and he's left /here/ to bother Pia and co! The commotion on the beach draws the little, hippyishic one like a moth to a flame; yeehaw! Pyrene has no dragons trying to keep her warm. And besides which, she doen't need it. It's /sunny/. So she flops down onto a sandbank and just grins rather inanely at them all. "You don't want any drinks before you go?" she asks, as courtesy tickles at her memory "And is that girl yours as well?". Selendi doesn't seem to have a dragon, but must be attached to something, right? Castaliath's tail start to snake around to encircle Meral. Awww. For defending her honour, Meral's her new friend! And thus the drooling goes up a few notches. Who needs showers when you have Cassie drool? Kaslarna just gets a lolled out tongue. Meral should feel honoured to be bestowed with the Cassie drool. "No you can't keep him!" Yla calls out. "I've not got enough room in our weyr at the moment. All those boxes. And cousins. And will you stop calling her rabid!" Yla puts her hands on her hips and addresses Pyrene. "Does she look rabid to you? No. Well then." "Keep me?" Meral mirrors, wiping a dallop of droll from his face. "As much as I'd enjoy that, Cassie of the non-rabid, I don't think I'd make a good pet." He would, though. All he would need would be some food... some bedding... a few pets. (Meral could be a six and a half foot tall guinea pig?) A grin is sent to Kaslarna, "Seems like you're stuck, too." Dragon drool, dragon tails. Oh, what next? Pyrene studies Castaliath, blinking. "She looks green... very pretty," she opines. "I don't know if Meral's very comfortable though." Perhaps she should step in and rescue the weyrfolk from these intruders. On the other hand... nobody's dead yet. No cause for concern right now. Fortunately, whatever Istan dragons' manners maybe like, High Reaches' own Cadgwith is far too preoccupied with splashing in the lake to pay attention to anybody on land. More drool on Meral. At least tails don't drool. That alone makes Kaslarna happy. Chirping brown is regarded for a moment, before eyes return to tail around her. Meral's question draws her attention and eyes raise again. "It would appear so." Kas replies. Tynabith tightens his tail hold around Kaslarna as Cassie wraps her tail around Meral. As the girl pats his tail Tyna flicks his toungue out at Cassie, see this human's cool to and I found it, nananana. Swiveling his head around once more to rest right infront of and a tad above Kaslarna. Trying to be friendly the bronze attemps to smile, and looks very much like he's about to bite her head off while doing so. R'ley busy listening to Yla rant waits for her to stop then says, "Alright she's not rabid, she's just been around you to long." he teases, cause it's so fun to get Yla riled up. Dragon drool, rabid greens, and a 6.5 ft tall guinea pig. Is that what goes on in the weyr on a daily basis? When she lived here, things didn't seem /this/ strange. A giggle cannot be helped at R'ley's remark thought, and silver laughter bubbles forth, ringing out in clear tones of amusement. "Oooooh. That's harsh." Selendi blurts out, violet orbs sparkling with amusement. And then those optics turn towards Yla awaiting an answering barb. She's not about to let him talk to her that way is she...? If Castaliath could pout, she would. She wants to have a Meral all of her own, because he's her new friend! "You can't have him. Even as a... pet." An apologetic look goes towards Meral. "No offence, love, but I haven't stocked up on pet food recently." A brief glower goes towards R'ley, before she sniffs archly and tilts her chin upwards. "Oh you can't get enough of me. Admit it." Her less than warm tone does, however, become a bit more happy at Pyrene's compliment. "Really? You think? And what about her hat? Gorgeous isn't it? Although... C.. er... Cadg..Cadgwith? She's a very lovely lady herself." Always return compliments after all, then her attention gets pulled away again. "What? Oh for goodness... let him go!" But no. Cassie wants him. And she's not letting him go. Kaslarna looks up from the tail, to the bronze head. "Teeth." she says faintly, then stiffens. She's a nanny. Brats are worse than dragons anyday. Tail is once again patted to show Kaslarna's disregard for the teeth above. "He's friendly." she comments inanely to R'ley. Meral is given a sympathetic grin. High Reaches seems to be dragon toys R us. "Mmm. It's a nice hat," Pyrene agrees. "And nice teeth too..." Whether she's referring to Castaliath or Tynabith there is anybody's guess. "Isn't Cadge lovely... she'll probably rise sometime soon, y'know. Sometime this summer." Or today. One of the two. "Are the dragons hungry?" she wonders abruptly. "They can hunt from our pens if they want." Or they can stick with weyrfolk snacks. They have crunchy bits in the middle. This Weyr can get scary, can't it? "Eh... I'm lost now..." he admits, flicking droll off of himself. "Who's supposed to be rabid again?" And Meral feels so popular -- Castaliath doesn't even want to let him go. And... what? No pet food? How dare you. He chuckles up towards the green, beaming at her, "I don't see why." I mean, he has pink dye in his rucksack! Isn't that scary enough? Kaslarna is eyed carefully, and a timid smirk is offered, "Are you as uncomfortable as me?" And... well, yeah. Weyrfolk are tasty. R'ley realizes he's being talked to and swivels to face Kaslara..and see Tyna looming over her. "Why are you scowling at her like that?" he inquires, "Ohh smileing, yes I can almost see how thats a smile." casting a quick glance Yla's way he apparently talks to/answers the bronze again, "Ok you can keep her, if Yla lets Cassie keep Meral, it's a deal." if he wasn't so huge, Tyna'd jump for joy, as it is he shakes his big rump like a happy puppy in the air. "She is very pretty," Selendi offers to Pyrene, glancing with admiration at the shimmering golden coat. Although her firelizard is the prettiest of them all-- even a gold queen can't compare. At least that's how it works out in Selendi's mind. Summer it may be, but the young woman has just recently grown accustomed to /Ista/ summers, so she is indeed quite cold. Wrapping her arms tighter around herself, the young woman continues to follow the volley of jests between R'ley and Yla. Perhaps the visit to Damia and the kitchens will have to wait. .. Now what's this about weryfolk snacks? Faranth's Egg-- these dragonriders /are/ insane. Maybe brainwashing goes on during Impression. Those poor hatchlings! Castaliath goes one step further and actually... *slurp!* Yep. A Cassie slurp. He's her's forever now. A pleading look is turned on Yla, and the greenrider rolls her eyes. "Oh for... Meral... I'm going to tell you a story." She starts making over exaggerated gestures. "Once upon a time there was a gold dragon called Dhiammarath, and there was a big bronze thing we'll call Lumpth, and one day, while Dhiammarath was flying, Lumpth came up and gave her lots of eggies, which Dhiammarath put in a huge sandpit." Yla lowers her hands and puts them on her hips. "Cassie wants you to come with us, so you might as well play with the eggies while yer at it. What say you?" "Well, I'm not being drooled on." Not yet anyway. Kaslarna says to Meral, before being diverted by R'leys comment. "Keep me?" she asks, "If Meral is kept?" Well, at least she'd be in good company. The comment about snacks suddenly sinks in. "I don't know if I'd taste good." she says, looking at the bronze. Pyrene blinks in befuddlement at Yla. "Tiareth flew Dhiammarath?" Yla glances over at Pyrene and just stares. "Tiareth is a bronze?" she asks in puzzlement. "But I thought..." No. Keep mouth shut. Brain doesn't hurt so much that way. Meral has to force himself to stifle a giggle. He's an official pet now? To Cassie? "Me? Er... play with the eggies?" That is a good metaphor, isn't it? "Sure I will. Especially since it's warmer there." And he bobs his head in a nod to seal it. "She definetly would taste better than me, though." Selendi attempts to reassure the bronze as more food is talked about. This subject is decidedly making the young woman nervous, and she finds her feet moving on a will of it's own, as if possessed by some demon of independance. Long legs trek backwards, attempting to put distance between herself and the hungry dragons-- not that it would really help. They do have wings. A fact that Selendi seems to have convienently forgotten. Silly humans. Pyrene chooses not to worry about the details. "But you said Lumpth..." she murmurs feebly before furrowing her brow over a different topic. "You're Searching Meral? What if we want him? We'll have eggs soon...." She glances out to Cadge again. "I think." R'ley waves a hand like what he's saying is nothing, and uses his most cashual tone, "Ohh and ditto all that to you to, about the eggs and the standing and the chores and all that." no matter Yla didn't mention chores. Tynabith always wanting to please opens his big maw wider and lets a big drop of drool congregate above Kaslarna, moving would be a good idea, if there wasn't a huge tail around her. "Oh eww no, please you promised you would stop that after the last candidate spit back at you." normally composed R'ley resorts to begging, Tyna of course ignores him, if Cassie can drool so can he *splat*. R'ley blinkblinks at Pyrene, oh yes she's talking to, "What are you talking about? Tynabith flew Dhia.." shaking his head at the insane females he turns back to watching his dragon capture Kaslarna. "Me?" Kaslarna asks, before. "Yuck!" she wipes drool from her eyes. "Thank you for that drool." R'ley is looked at again. "Playing with eggs does sound fun." And tail around her is patted again. Hopefully stopping more drool. Yla seems to think about that. "Well, if Cassie gets tired of him, I'm sure she won't mind letting you have him back, how's that?" Yla folds her arms. "Now... Meral, is it? If you've got anything you want to take with you, I suggest you go and get it now, because I'm not sticking around here in the cold much longer." When Cassie doesn't move, Yla sighs and unfolds her arms. "Cassie, love, let him go..." Before she blinks at R'ley. "Yeah, Lumpth. What I said." Only kidding. She likes Tyna. Or rather, Cassie does. Okay. Drooling dragons is the last straw. Sticking out her tongue, Selendi shouts out, her girlish soprano voice streaming across the sands with alarming volume behind it. "Ewwwwwwwwww! Dragon drool!" Picking up her skirts, the girl begins to flee towards the wery. "Even spending time with my /parents/ is better than this." She affirms, scrunching her features into one of vivid disgust. Weren't Dragons suppose to be stately and noble-- at least that's what the harpers taught her. Anyway, Kaslarna better disinfect herself pretty soon or else she might get dragon cooties. Gross! "You're Searching them /both/?" Pyrene looks a little distraught. Well, perturbed at the very least. She has a feeling she ought to be doing something official. "Are you allowed? Do they want to? Is Tynabith excited about being a father?" She rubs her face hard, trying unsuccessfully to wake up. Meral obliges and nods -- well, he'll go get if he can escape from Cassie, that is. He beams up to her and scrambles away, before he's hit with any more drool. He dissappears into the Caverns for a bit. Okay, so he doesn't have much. A special blanket from his weaver-friend, and a green firelizard that strayed a bit far. And, of course, he grabbed a few cookies. "Okay," Ya babay. He'll go back to being obediantly drooled upon and being a pet. Ayamizureth slinks suspiciously in from the Central Bowl. Loe slinks carefully over sinew'd neck, squirming along stony hide and landing on the ground with an oomph. Tynabith pulls his tail back and moves outa the way quicker then something his size should move, which is proven when he ends up tripping over his own feat twice. R'ley hunkers down by Kaslarna, "It won't /all/ be fun, there's lotsa work and training involved, ohh and the pranks. You do like pranks right?" he scrunches the brows above his piercing emerald eyes looking curious for a moment before smoothing his face into a simple smile again, "Well if you do or don't it doesn't matter to much, but I agree with Yla for once summer or not it's still much nicer at Ista, so get whatever stuff you need and come back here." he straightens up again and strides over to his dragon to make sure the bronze did no damage to himself. Turning to poor Pyrene he finally takes the time to actually respond, "Yes we're taking them both, will that be a problem? Cause we could leave Meral if it is." he smirks Yla's way, "Who wouldn't want to?" no matter he had to be dragged practicly kicking and screaming to his own dragons hatching, "Tyna's beyond excited, he doesn't talk or think about much else." Selendi walks to the Central Bowl. Miria goes home. Yla claps her hands together, making a sharp sound in the cold air. "I'm taking Meral." she says to R'ley. "Cassie wants him to play with, and so we'll take him." She beckons Meral closer."Ok, give me your bag, and I'll give you a leg up on Cassie. Watch out for her wings, she tends not to look before she moves them. Chopchop! Some of us have early sweeps!" Pyrene looks thoughtfully at Meral. "No, you can have him," she decides eventually. "But we really need our nannies," and she motions to Kaslarna. "Unless she really /really/ wants to go?" After all, who is Pyrene to stand in the way of a nanny's dream? As tail is removed, Kaslarna breahes a sigh of relief. R'leys spiel is listened to and nodded at, then Pyrenes comment is heard. "I would like to go Weyrwoman Pyrene." she says before Kaslarna rises and makes a dash for the Caverns. Returning with a blanket slung over her shoulder, bulging with items, and skids down the dune, landing in the same spot as she left from. Leave Meral behind? How could you? You couldn't. He's too darned cute. Especially with goops of dragon drool. And... Pyrene doesn't want him? How could you. "I get the feeling you're the only one who wants me, Cassie-dear," he says towards the dragons, smirking lightly. He does, of course, saunters towards Yla, bag outreached; firelizards poking out from various places. Meral ducks to avoid getting hit as Castaliath flips her wings out of the way and extends a foreleg, before he grips the straps and scrabbles up. Pyrene goes all misty-eyed. "Good luck child," she wishes Kaslarna. "It's the safest way out of the nurseries.... I'm sure Reaches will all come to cheer you on at the Hatching." Meral is forgotten already, having disappeared from her line of sight once he mounted Castaliath. Loe meanders in -- apparently a little late, since it seems like most of the party's leaving. Not that Aya minds -- she'll just plop down over /here/ and pretend she scared them all away, and be quite pleased with herself. And Loe will just look like a dork with ribbons. "What?" Eyeball, goes the greenlet, peering around. "What's going on? Everyone's leaving?" Grumble. Meanies. Tynabith gets all his extremities in order and hunkers down all flat like to be mounted the moment Kaslarna reappears. "Thanks for not sicking Cadg on us for nabbing them Pyr." he rumbles with a friendly salute. "Come on kid, Tyna's just dieing to attempt that manuver he was doing over the lake overs the ocean." how very reasuring. Just in case she's never tried mounting something as large as Tyna he slowely mounts in the usual way rather then grabing a neckridge and just hauling himself up. With the help of an extended foreleg and looped straps you mount beautiful bronze Tynabith. Yla attaches the back to the straps of her dragon, patting the green's hide absently as she starts to scramble up herself. "Now then, be sure to strap yourself in carefully. I don't want you falling off mid-flight. And if you feel the need to vomit your guts up, please do it away from my weyr." Yla ducks to avoid getting hit as Castaliath flips her wings out of the way and extends a foreleg, before she grips the straps and scrabbles up. "Thank you Weyrwoman." Kaslarna says slightly breathlessly as she returns then gives a smile "I think it is the safest way out of the nurseries." R'ley is watched in case of further instructions, but by the location of Meral, it involves dragons so off Kaslarna sidles in the direction of Tynabith. As R'ley mounts, Kaslarna watches, then attempts to follow. Kaslarna climbs up Tynabith's irridecant side and settles between two multi-hued neckridges. "They're Searching another of our nannies," Pyrene sighs at Loe. "Oh, and Meral too. How's Aya today?" Not going to interfere with Cadge's bathing she hopes. She smiles at the departing and waves cheerfully. R'ley crouches on his dragons back like he's standing on level ground helpfully he straps her bag in then demonstrates. "You clip the straps on like so.." he clips her straps on nice and tight then twists back around and sits down to strap himself in as well. Tynabith waits just long enough for his rider to strap in then heaves to all four feat, head twisted about to await his riders signal. "All set?" he asks Kas. Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Good deal. Meral buckles himself in like a good little boy; not particularly wanting to fall off. He's done this before. Dragons flying. Never seems to loose that shine, though. Kaslarna glances down at the straps like she knows what she's doing, then gives an affirmative nod. "Ready." Kas takes a deep breath, she's been a dragonback before, but never on a bronze. They seem so much bigger from up here, don't they. Tynabith takes Kaslarna's saying ready as his que to take off and leaps into the air, huge wings effortlessly pulling sleak bronze body higher and higher into the air. Once up there he swirls around and around waiting for Cassie to join them before jumping back. Kicking up sand, you leap into flight. Castaliath swoops up from the beach. Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla turns back to Meral to make sure he's not having hysterics on her yet, before giving Cassie the signal to go between. Castaliath follows Tynabith up into the sky, careful to keep her flight slightly smoother than usual as to not spook her extra riding companion...Loops aren't 'cause of vomiting or anything, right? The signal is given for between and there she goes! Whee... Tynabith slips between only a heartbeat after Cassie.. Castaliath gives a quick flip of her wings to show off those star sprinkled sails, and disappears ::between::! Tynabith disapears into the depths of ***Between***. :::BETWEEN!::: You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count... Black... Blacker... Blackest... Sky Above Weyr Beach Up Beach Forest Plateau West Tynabith bursts into view from the cold nothingness that is **Between***. Tynabith emerges above the lake, not the bowl as one would expect, R'ley makes a startled noise and surely gives his dragon heck subvocally. The bronze though is intent on trying that manuver again and stubbornly drops them into a dive, a nice shallow one though, at least he's not trying to scare Kas to death. They plumet and plumet, R'ley leaning relaxedly back like this is an everyday thing. A dragonslength above the water the bronze levels out skimming close enough to it to spray them, near the beach he arcs back up heading for hte center bowl. Tynabith glides from the lake to the bowl, his underside dripping with water. A good indication he decided to try his newest manuver again. Looking mighty happy with himself the bronzeglides into a neat landing in the bowl. Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Meral shivers and takes a deep inhale of the air, "I'll never learn to like between," He admits it, at least. "But, I'm fine. Cold... cold..." Castaliath settles lightly onto the ground and turns around to peer at Meral. A puff of warm breath is exhaled in the direction of rider and passenger. Cassie helps? R'ley unbuckles and twists around, grinning like a tunnel snake. "You alright?" he inquires with a touch of concern. Kaslarna is pale after that dive by the dragon. Somehow, it feels different doing it than watching in. "Sort of. Does he often do that sir?" Kas askes the rider in front her, relaxing her grip on the straps just slightly. Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla starts unstrapping Meral first, before she works her own straps until they're released. "I can absolutely relate. I hate between. Never have liked it, never will. Still can't get used to it. Too much like falling for my liking. Like there's nothing there. S'why I don't like swimming either. Same thing. Can't swim." And so Yla drops from her dragon's neck, giving a fond smile and a mental word of thanks for the warm breath. "Alright, now come down slowly, just in case you're a bit unsteady." Yla slides from her position between sleek neckridges, and drops the final foot or so to the ground with a thud. Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Meral grins towards the green. Cassie the helper? "Thank you, dear," he says softly to her, shuddering off the effect of between. He nods towards Yla as he's unbuckled, and he slids down the green, albeit gracelessly; but, none the less, slow, as he was told to do. Meral slides from his position between sleek neckridges, and drops the final foot or so to the ground with a thud. R'ley deftlys disconnects his passenger as she's not looking totally stable yet, "Well actually yes, it's a hobby of ours thinking of new manuvers...normally we don't attempt them with others along for the ride, but what can I say? He's got no self control." with that R'ley drops to a foreleg and offers his hands up to help steady her coming down. From Tynabith's neck, Kaslarna blinks. "Oh." With a grateful smile, she then accepts the hand down, she is feeling rather unsteady. Kaslarna slides from Tynabith's long neck to a foreleg and with a soft *thud* from there to the ground. Alishath circles in and lands. Lib slides from Alishath's neck and lands gently on the ground. Yla pulls Meral's bag from the straps and keeps a hold of it for a moment, until the 'Reachian looks a bit more stable. "Do you... want to see the barracks now?" she asks, looking around at the growing congregation. Yulianna wanders a little helplessly out of the caverns and blinks up at the sky. She hasn't seen /that/ in a day or two! Of course, the dragons blocking her view aren't helping, and she keeps well against the wall for the moement, waiting for them to finish landing, rather than getting squished. Meral only stumbles a short bit, before just shuddering and shaking his head. He nods towards Yla, taking his bagged possesions. "Yeah, that'd be good. I'd like to have a few minutes to get over the shock and settle in a bit." He glances around, taking note of the group. Yla nods. "Follow me then." she says, leading the way to the barracks. Yla moves with an absent-minded grace to the Living Caverns. R'ley gives his bronze's lowered head knob a good scritching for a few moments intill Elb comes in and he looses intrest in favor of raising his head to warble a greeting. "Oh yes the barracks, want to see your new home for hte next few months?" he asks while climbing back up the bronze to get her bag, then dropping back down and gesturing for Kas to follow Yla and him. He also raises a hand and indicates Tstar to come along if she likes. |
| Kaslarna is Searched (along with Meral) |