Zaftag: The horror... Or, I couldn't make this up, even if I tried. Also, firelizard lovin'.

Lakeside Meadow(#332RJa$)

The grass ripples across the meadow in a manner reminiscent of water stirred into motion across the surface of a pond, the tall strands swaying to the gentle rustle the wind generates as it blows across the peninsula. Wildflowers often bloom amongst the emerald grasses -- bright yellow, dazzling red and resplendent purple -- but their displays are more prominent right after a rainfall. The trees here appear to be clustered together into small groves perhaps forced that way by the dragons that lounge nonchalantly -- some basking in the sun, others taking advantage of any available shade. Fern> Large, packed trails lead south and north to weyrs, west to the landing field, south to the lakeside meadow, and east to the small clearing for resident cotholds. Doors lead into the main weyrhall, the infirmary, and the kitchens. There are a number of +views and places here.

Contents:
Zafirah(#4719POXce)
Callenth(#135OVaepqs$)
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Landing Field Hatching Grounds White Sands Beach Feeding Grounds Weyrling Barracks Southern Weyrs STables Coastal road

Fern vanishes, a faint flash of green lingering in the air for only a moment.
Fern has left.

Fern> White Sands Beach(#410RJa$)
Fern> Southern Weyr's beach stretches out into the distance. As the heat of the day passes, the incredibly white, fine sand that lies east by southeast, still retains the heat from Rukbat's rays, making it difficult to walk upon, but which slowly cools to comfortable levels as night approaches. Down near the mellow lapping waters of the lake, a line of flaming torches burn which waver in the gentle breaths of air that rise from the cooler surface of the water. The beach is large enough for dragons to cavort and bask upon and thick green foliage line the edge of the dunes. Fern> Beyond the line of trees and foliage, glimpses of the lakeside meadow are visible, though the water seems very inviting as it laps against the sandy, white shoreline.

Fern> Contents:
Fern> Teather
Fern> Sh'drian
Fern> C'ryn
Fern> Aidryth
Fern> K'tag
Fern> Obvious exits:
Fern> Lakeside Meadow Waterfall Viewing Point White Sands Lake

Fern> K'tag sure doesn't bend over backwards to give Sh'drian an easier time of getting that painful admission out, raising his hands out of his pockets and crossing them tightly over his chest, staring quite disapprovingly at the bronze weyrling during his stuttered apology. His eyebrows quirk lightly, but more out of thoughtful interest than astonishment or anger. A gaze is cast over to C'ryn, watching Daenth comfort the younger rider in silence. His eyes eventually flicker back to Sh'drian, putting a little weight on his right leg and, again, ignoring the pain he feels as a result. "... I cannot say I have been a particularly good judge of your character, Sh'drian," he speaks, just a tiny dash of his normal good nature seeping in. He seems to mean no offense, though the interpretation is up to the listener. "But I believe I can safely say that this seems most unlike you. What brings this apology about? Using me more assistance on Tirya that you will ignore when you take her to your bed?" K'tag is not one to speak in a sarcasticly sweet voice, but he seems a bit more humorous than his words would suggest as he makes a broad, sweeping gesture to Quenn, turning his head and locking eyes on the bluerider.

Fern> The ice-colored blue dragon heaves himself up on the sands, tail flicking droplets of water off behind him as he swings his head around to his rider and croons gently. "I know, I know," she snickers, patting his muzzle fondly, "Why not go say hi to the others?" At this Filasth snuffs, looking very displeased by the idea. And Quenn shrugs. "Suit yourself then, I guess. You really should try to... fine. I get your point. Stay if you want." With that the blue weryling slides off her dragon and lands lightly in the sand, swaggering on over to the group and halting, one hand planted on her hip. "Well. How're we all this evening?" The girl smirks slightly at K'tag, gives C'ryn a careful once-over, then finally lets her gaze rest on Sh'drian.

Fern> Fern seems lost, and cheeps warily. The green fire lizard bolts about the beach, zipping circles around the Weyrlings, very curious about them, oh yes. She flits about the beach, dipping and careening wildly. Wheeeeeeee~!

Fern> Ignoring C'ryn's muttered comments, Sh'drian stares steadily at K'tag. "Yeah, well. I try to be unpredictable," he quips, his smirk hollow. He lifts his shoulders in a slight shrug. "I... Look. What do you want from me? I apologized. What more can I do?" he demands. Despite his rough words, his tone is remarkably dispassionate, more like K'tag's stoic calmness than his own volatile irascibility. Warily, he glances to Quenn, but can't quite manage a smirk or a reply for her. He turns expectantly back to K'tag.

Fern> That's it. C'ryn spins around quickly, a very prominent frown on his face and raw, unbridled fury in his eyes. "The day that that... /fiend/ lies with Tirya will be the day I die to Thread and not before!" he blurts out, glaring and pointing at the bronzerider in question. Daenth recoils slightly, before nudging his lifemate in the back again. "Not now, Daenth! This one has not a scrap of anything likable in him! I cannot see what Tirya sees in him!" Quenn goes ignored, not surprisingly. All of C'ryn's attention seems to be focused upon Sh'drian right now.

Fern> K'tag turns to face Quenn, looking her over briefly and, despite the bruised jaw, manages a smile for her. "Why, good evening, Quenn. You are looking spirited, as usual. I was jus-" It's about as that moment that C'ryn bursts out, pouring with the passion that fueled his outburst at the weyrhall nights ago. One thing immediately flashes in K'tag's mind, two words that are whispered so low that not even Sh'drian, the closest person to him, can hear it - "Not again." With a surprising speed for a man who practically had to hop his way down to the beach, K'tag dashes forward no matter what Sh'drian's initial reaction may be, putting himself dead center between the two weyrlings. He plants his boots in the sand, his legs not budging an inch; his body faces C'ryn. "Stop that." He turns his head to the side; supposing he hasn't been plowed over or knocked aside by the bronze weyrling, he will speak to Sh'drian over his shoulder, quite easily talking over the other man if he is inclined to say much, "That will be quite enough. I do not want to see either of you end up like me." A gesture to his knee or jaw is not necessary. Hands clenched into fists, ready at his sides, he locks eyes with C'ryn and otherwise hardly moves.

Fern> Quenn quirks an eyebrow at the conversation she's seem to have walked in on. Very, very interesting conversation. Not to mention the fact that she's being ignored again. Which won't do at all. "So, who're we talking of bedding now?" the girl pipes up, taking her eyes off Sh'drian and looking curiously at C'ryn instead. But she catches a familiar name -- Tirya -- and laughs. "Ah, that one..." Trailing off as K'tag gets in the middle of what might well be a a fight, the youngest weyrlign laughs again, shaking her short hair out of her face and grinning all around. "Interesting scene, this," she notes, before looking back at Sh'drian. "And you seem oddly not yourself tonight. I assume it's either him," a nod at C'ryn, "Or that Tirya. Or perhaps both?" Again the girl waits, hoping her words get her some notice, at least.

Fern> Fern cheeps softly, seeming to sense the unhappiness and barrel rolls back on over. For a fire lizard her age, flight comes easily. Zing! Zip! Zooooom! Fern even takes the liberty of divebombing Quenn, swooping over the blue Weyrling's head at the last moment possible. Wheeeee! Zoom!

Fern> Clenching his hands into fists, Sh'drian rounds quickly on C'ryn, even taking a step forward. However, he doesn't make any move to shove K'tag out of the way or otherwise continue advancing on Daenth's rider as Aidryth's forces his way between them. "Oh? That's your decision, is it?" he queries, voice low and mocking. "What are you going to do about it? Fight me for her? I don't think she'd like that. She wouldn't like you trying to make her decisions for me. She'll sleep with me if she wants to, and you aren't going to be able to stop her." He sneers at the younger brownrider, then very deliberately and condescendingly turns right around to Quenn, offering the bluerider a faint smirk.

Fern> C'ryn allows his pointing hand to fall back to his side, curling both hands into fists, but he makes no move to use them. "This doesn't involve you, K'tag. Why do you insist on interfering? It was probably your interference that earned you those injuries," he says in a low voice to the older man. "I still can't see why she would want to. Either there's something about you that you stubbornly refuse to show everyone else, or she just likes everyone. No, I am not going to fight you. You wouldn't be worth my time or energy," he replies to the bronzerider. Unlike every other encounter however, C'ryn makes no move to leave this time. He just stands stock still, glaring at Sh'drian.

Fern> Why, oh why, does K'tag still hear challenging words behind him? The annoyed look that flashes for an instant on the older brownrider's face is undeniable, and C'ryn will be able to see his eyes flicker to the side as though to acknowledge the bronze weyrling. It is C'ryn, however, who gets K'tag's next response, apparently not too miffed by C'ryn's (probably quite true) accusations. "Because, C'ryn," he speaks, as though it's the simplest thing in the world. "Last night I did not interfere early enough and I felt much regret for it. ... And as long as this man is my friend, then yes, this does involve me." K'tag doesn't wait for a response from C'ryn, whirling around almost gracefully to face Sh'drian, chest high, almost defiant despite the injuries all over his body. Quenn goes ignored by K'tag, as does the hyperactive green firelizard (although Aidryth, coming near the shore, acknowledges Fern with a faint rumble as he watches the riders). "If you were truly apologetic for this, Sh'drian-" A rough gesture up at the jaw. "You wouldn't be picking another fight. Leave him alone and I'll accept your apology."

Fern> "You've just got them lining up then, haven't you?" Quenn remarks lightly, smirking right back at Sh'drian and rolling her eyes. The girl studies the three men for a moment, then laughs yet again. "Males," she sighs, shaking her head, "Always having to prove themselves to keep from hurting their precious egos... It really is pathetic. Why I bother, I have no--" It's about this time that Fern decides to divebomb the bluerider and immediately the poor 'lizard takes the brunt of the young teen's frustration at the the moment. "Shardit!" she snaps, swatting at the little creature, "Lemme alone, runt!"

Fern> "/You/ don't have to see it. If she does, and if she wants to, that's her business," Sh'drian declares firmly, glaring over his shoulder at the man. "And you leave K'tag out of this," he adds warningly. "He's trying to save your worthless hide, so you should be greatful." He smirks, then turns around completely and glances to K'tag, shrugging. He seems genuinely confused by that brownrider's words. "What does that have to do with this?" he gestures at the irate C'ryn vaguely, studying K'tag. "And anyway, I'm not picking a fight with him. He's the one who wants to fight /me/." Poor Quenn is sadly ignored. Well, by everyone except Fern, of course.

Fern> Fern's eyes whirl to an alarmed yellow as she's swatted at. Cheeeeeeeep! Fern protests, very vocally and circles Quenn out of spite. Happily, she pops in and out of between as the swats are made! Neener, neener. She is not a runt! Just for that, Fern swoops down again, this time, she'll just barely tap Quenn's head if the bluerider's not fast enough. She's bugling loudly, at this point, and seems to get a huge kick out of Quenn.

Fern> "Why would I want to fight you if you are so certain of your abilities? Why would I want to get myself into trouble over you? And most importantly, why would I want to risk Tirya's disfavour? I wouldn't, not even for the pleasure of giving you what you deserve," C'ryn retorts finally, unclenching his fists. "Daenth doesn't want me to burn bridges, but the one between you and I is now a smoldering ruin, never to be rebuilt." With that, C'ryn turns his back to the bronzerider, giving his lifemate his full attention once more, which at least is gratefully received.

Fern> Ignored and willing to accept it at last -- or to distracted by the sharding firelizard to really notice -- Quenn snarls and continues to swat and duck the zippy little green. "Cut--" Swat. "It--" Swat. "Out!" She ducks again, then whirls around and stomps off in Filasth's direction. "That's it, I've got better things to do than be attacked by a sharding dim firelizard!" The girl snorts loudly, gesturing at her dragon. He croons his amusement down at her and offers a foreleg to help her climb up. Another quick eyeroll at the arguing males, and the girl buckles herself in and murmurs the word to her lifemate before the two are again in the air and swooping away.

Fern> If fire lizards could laugh, Fern would be all over it. She's blinking in and out of between, and whirling and zipping to put the most agile of her species to shame. Zoom! Zing! Quenn! She's now officially more amused than ever, chirping merrily. This is /fun/! Yes, Fern likes Quenn! She turns whirling circles, looping downward and upward around Quenn. Who's the dim one here? She pauses to watch Quenn go, and waggles her tail, warbling to the girl. Come soon! We'll play again~!

Fern> K'tag's eyes narrow at Sh'drian, but not in anger or challenge, only in in a failure to understand. His eyebrows lift as he thinks he gets it, giving only a faint nod more to himself than to the bronzerider. C'ryn's comments behind him draw a sigh out of the older brownrider, a deep frown tucking down on the uninjured side of his face. "... All right." His hands fall to the sides, the fists relaxing so that his palms touch his sides. Without another word, he steps aside, hand raising up to run slowly through his hair, giving Sh'drian a clear view of C'ryn. Seems he's finally determined the initial rush of a fight is over. "... Shardit," he mutters under his breath, eyes locking more on C'ryn than anyone else. "... What I would give for a day off from all of this."

Fern> "How poetic," Sh'drian sneers, smirking at C'ryn's latter words. With that, he fully ignores the brownrider, and casts only a fleeting glance at Quenn as the bluerider starts yelling. He frowns slightly, and turns back to K'tag. He doesn't even look at the second brownrider as K'tag moves away from them. "So," he begins, trying to resume their earlier conversation, if rather weakly and distractedly, "where were we?"

Fern> Hmmm. Can't stay still too long! Fern wiggles a little in mid-air, and almost makes a 'sproing!' noise as she zings off after her new vic-- Er, friend. Her eyes whirl to a shade of purple as they fall on... Sh'drian. Oh yes, that one will be perfect. For a game of BOINK! In which Fern proceeds to divebomb the ...divebombee. At any rate, she's off like a green bolt from a crossbow, and whipping laps around Sh'drian, zooming around his head and dives in to poke him. Literally, she's divebombing. And poking! If Quenn likes it, maybe this one will, too!

Fern> It seems this conversation is over as far as C'ryn is concerned. The brownling walks to retrieve his boots, the last items of clothing he requires, before striding away without so much as a goodbye. Daenth looks curiously at the other two men, as well as the flitting firelizard, before following at a slow pace. It looks like a bad day to be a goldling-admirer.

Fern> K'tag stuffs his hands in his pockets as Sh'drian turns to him, eyes gazing beyond C'ryn now and out to the water. He inhales deeply, holds it for a moment, and lets it out as a gentle sigh, only now glancing back at the other man, head canted very slightly to one side. "... I believe I was in the process of accepting your apology," he tells the man after a small hesitation, reaffirming his words with a faint nod. "... I still do not know your reasons for it, but I should think that if you were brave and..." Another deep inhale here. "Valued our relationship highly enough to apologize for what was more my fault than yours, I should think it should be the only fair thing to do. For now." The faintest traces of a grin perk up, but any majesty or warmth this situation might convey is shattered to pieces once Fern dives off at Sh'drian. K'tag's eyes widen lightly and he stumbles back one step, peering up at the firelizard with one silent word on his lips: "Fern." Out of the corner of his eye, he spots C'ryn leaving the beach, and he watches the younger brown weyrling plod off, dragon following behind. "... Clear skies, C'ryn," he calls out to the boy, raising his hand slightly for it to almost immediately fall. "... I'm sorry." His eyes go back to the antics at hand, more focused on Sh'drian's reaction than Fern herself.

Fern> Hesitating at K'tag's words, Sh'drian queries, "Your fault. I don't quite... Why do you think that?" Then as Fern initiates her attacks, he stares calmly -- too calmly, in fact -- at the remaining brownrider as the playful, excitable firelizard rounds on him. He, unlike Quenn, doesn't want precious time and energy on swatting her away. He only has one thing to say. "K'tag, where did you put your pugil stick?" he inquires evenly of the brownrider. In the meantime, he notes C'ryn's silent departure and allows himself a victorious smirk.

Fern> Pay attention to meeeeeeeeeeee! C'mooon! The firelizard practically dances around Shad's head, and she finds a small shell to drop atop! Oh, /more/ fun! Fern bugles a farewell to the young brownrider, just because she can make noise and resumes Operation Poke-Sh'drian-Many-Times. Whoo! Fern is a blazing ball of energy, trying to get a rise out of the bronze weyrling.

Fern> K'tag now flickers his eyes up to Fern, allowing himself a little more of a smile now, almost mischievous in nature. This man may not be the best at determining non-humans at a glance, but he can safely figure out Fern each and every time. "My pugil stick?" he inquires, not quite inclined to carry on a serious conversation as long as the green blur is orbitting around Planet Sh'drian. "... Surely you're not thinking about attacking Zafirah's poor firelizard, are you? I should hardly think she'd appreciate that." Could it be? K'tag, through the injuries, through his exhaustion, even through his normal boring attitude, sounds actually -quite- amused by this - an amusement echoed in a loud snort from Aidryth, who by now has washed himself up on the beach and settled down into the warm sands for a night of relaxation. Should Sh'drian press again about the pugil's location, K'tag will sort of half-gesture to the stick a meter or so from his boots, but make no movement to pick it up.

Fern> C'ryn has disconnected.

Fern> "I hate firelizards," Sh'drian tells K'tag with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "One less won't be noticed. It's Zafirah's, then?" He glances up at the creature, then scowls, shaking his head and brushing fingers through his jaw-length hair. After a moment's struggle, he successfully frees the shell from his hair; it tumbles back to the sand. He glances down to the pugil stick, but still doesn't make a move to pick it up. "I don't suppose you'd approve, would you?" he asks drily of K'tag, quirking a brow slightly. He seems more bemused than anything else, despite his sincere irritation with the firelizard.

Fern> C'ryn steps into the rush-padded depression of C'ryn's Dae-time Retreat.
Fern> C'ryn has left.

Fern> Fern seems saddened that Sh'drian doesn't want to play. But that's okay! Maybe he likes sticks more than shells? Chirp, chirp. She tries to get Sh'drian's preference, circling him happily. Love! It's love! She keeps circling, though slower now. Maybe Fern's getting tired? She finally lands, and scampers a little, towards the water. Uh oh.

Fern> Jovan flies over from from the Waterfall.
Fern> Jovan has arrived.

At this point, Zafirah intervenes!
White Sands Beach(#410RJa$)
Southern Weyr's beach stretches out into the distance. As the heat of the day passes, the incredibly white, fine sand that lies east by southeast, still retains the heat from Rukbat's rays, making it difficult to walk upon, but which slowly cools to comfortable levels as night approaches. Down near the mellow lapping waters of the lake, a line of flaming torches burn which waver in the gentle breaths of air that rise from the cooler surface of the water. The beach is large enough for dragons to cavort and bask upon and thick green foliage line the edge of the dunes. Beyond the line of trees and foliage, glimpses of the lakeside meadow are visible, though the water seems very inviting as it laps against the sandy, white shoreline.

Contents:
Callenth(#135OVaepqs$)
Jovan
Fern(#3396Qps$)
Sh'drian
Aidryth
K'tag
Obvious exits:
Lakeside Meadow Waterfall Viewing Point White Sands Lake

K'tag's amusement grows even further as he watches the scene unfold, arms crossing tightly over his chest with a bit of satisfaction. "Of course I wouldn't approve, Sh'drian," he tells the man, unable to keep the smile completely hidden. He adds an idle note, canting his head further to one side, just a touch more thoughtful in this speculation. "... Besides, I believe she has taken a liking to you. She has never once given me a gift, at least." Despite the obvious pain in his right leg, he carefully bends down and snatches up the shell, standing back up and tossing it from one hand to the other, inspecting it carelessly.

Sh'drian smirks triumphantly as Fern seems to decide to abandon him of her own accord. "Well. That went well," he remarks idly to K'tag. "Stupid, useless things. I don't know what so many people see in them. I suppose I should be used to your disapproval by now," he adds, shrugging slightly, still smirking. He frowns again, however, as he eyes the brownrider, watching as K'tag picks up the shell. "I do seem to be meeting with that more often lately -- more often than I'd care for it, certainly," admits the man. "The other day, that bluerider -- Alsace -- told me something that... I found odd," continues Sh'drian. If he realizes he's just mangled the other rider's name, he doesn't make any attempt to correct it. Most likely, he doesn't realize.

After the green menace disappears in the water, she returns, wading out with a small fish in her mouth. After a moment, she takes flight and circles Sh'drian again! Love! It's love! Her eyes are a bright shade of purple, and she drops the fish down to Shad, too. A happy trilling ensues, and she awaits a response patiently. Callenth rumbles softly, as he meanders onto the beach. Zafirah's running full tilt, a bucket of fish in hand, "Fern! Fern! There you ar--" Unfortunately, Zafirahs cannot walk and talk at the same time, and Zafirah's eyes widen as she hits a something in the sand, and goes flying. The fish go with her, as she eats sand and skids a short ways. "Wagh!" Ex-tanners bounce well, it seems.

Jovan has arrived, with a soft trill to announce his presence. After a moment he heads for the lake, taking a quick dive. Jovan eating fish? thats a first for the spiderclaw lover. He must really be hungry. Coming back with a medium sized fish, he lands on the nearest rock, and begins to devour his dinner quite messily.

K'tag lets off a small "Hrm" of humor as Sh'drian mentions his disapproving, though any comment the male ex-Tanner has is forfeited in exchange for a fairly loud chuckle when Fern returns, carrying a fish along with her. "Shells, I was right!" K'tag sounds, coming fairly close to an exclamation there. "She does like you! Interesting. ... So what is it that Alyce informed you of?" He puts a faint emphasis on the girl's name, as though lightly correcting Sh'drian without pointing it out. When Aidryth alerts K'tag to Callenth's presence, he does not seem all too surprised - after all, where there is Fern, there is usually Zafirah. He turns to hail the woman just in time to see her stumble in the sand, and he steps back with a nervous and graceless "Gah". His hesitation lasts only a second before he bumbles forward, almost tripping twice on that hurt knee of his, and offers to help Zafirah up, mumbling a concerned, "Are you all right, Zafirah?" as he gets close.

Player Name: Doing
Zafirah: Fern+Shad 4evuh! P+RP_OK! (Fern_OK!)
K'tag: Fern + Shad = 4evuh! Woo!
Sh'drian: YouGotMuchCloserThanIThoughtYouDid
Let's see if he notices?

This time, the object dropped on Sh'drian's neck is a slimy, wet fish still prone to flopping about periodically in his death throws. That's the last straw. Sh'drian picks up the fish and rounds angrily on the firelizard, then promptly throws the fish right at the green. It's not a bad throw -- certainly forceful -- but the quick green might still be able to dodge it. Glowering, Sh'drian wipes fishy hands on his pants and turns around at the sound of a yell. His eyes roll as he sights Zafirah tumbling about. With a sigh, he forgets the conversation with K'tag and follows the injured man over to Zafirah and her fish. But not before affixing Fern -- and, by extension, the messy, noisy Jovan -- with a dark glare.

Jovan looks up from his messy meal. A chirp escapes his bloodstained muzzle, looking at the falling Zafirah curiously before returning to his much needed dinner. He's never this messy when eating his favorite food. What's up with this?

The quick green /does/ dodge it, and cheeps mournfully. But she'll never give up! He loves her so much, he gave the fish back! Awww. She picks it up and eats it, gazing at him happily. Fern is very happy. She trills, a song, just for him! Zafirah blinks, a fish affixed to her forehead from the fall, and she pulls it off. Her expression dims, seeing the angry Sh'drian. Zafirah looks down, with a frown. "I'm... sorry. I couldn't find Fern and," She looks ready to either burst into tears or something. "And-- Well. We brought fish for her, and... I tripped," Zafirah seems sad. So very sad. Her proverbial tail is drooping. Callenth cranes his neck over Zafirah to peer at K'tag. Zafirah smiles at her fellow brownrider, despite having an aura of guilt oozing off her. "Mmhm, thanks... I- I'm not bothering you, am I? I just came to find Fern after she ran off..." Zafirah says, and blinks at him. "What happened to /you/?" She asks, shaking her head, "I'll be fine," She brushes sand off herself.

K'tag, luckily enough for the bronze weyrling, isn't there to disapprove of Sh'drian's angry temper, too worried instead about making sure Zafirah isn't hurt. He reaches out in an offer to take the bucket from her to lighten her load, but won't be surprised or hurt should she keep it to herself. One more attempt is made to extend a hand and help her up to her feet. "You are not bothering us," he tells Zafirah earnestly, nodding his head first to her, then to Callenth, as though in a sign of respect. Her question puts a light damper in this politeness of his, though he recovers quickly enough. "It was only an accident. ... Pugils. Nothing to be worried about." As though in an attempt to change the topic to something new, he gestures with a shoulder to Fern, offering the fellow brownrider a light smile. "Your Fern seems to have taken something of a liking to Sh'drian. Do not be surprised if she offers half of the fish to him instead of consuming it herself." A glance is shot back to Sh'drian, the grin waning when he notices, beyond the man, Jovan. It's a firelizard festival here, it seems.

"K'tag," Sh'drian tells Zafirah, bemusement plain in his droll words, "ran into the end of my pugil stick. Repeatedly." He shakes his head in mocking sadness, flashing a quick glance at the firelizard again. "She's been keeping us company," he tells Zafirah, shrugging. "I suppose we should be grateful: she /did/ run Quenn off. Now if only we could run her off... And that other one, too." He's caught another glimpse of Jovan, and busies himself eyeing that particular firelizard. "Whose is that one, anyway? It looks familiar, but they all blend together," he questions the two brownriders. Unlike K'tag, he's either not polite enough or too preoccupied to offer to help Zafirah up.

Fish! It seems Jovan has abandoned what was left of his messy meal for something someone else has caught. With a fast takeoff and dive. He snatches up one of Zafirah's fallen fishes. Jovan stealing as well? It's not like the lizard at all.

Fern cheeps a greeting to Jovan. She doesn't seem to mind sharing the wealth! Zafirah blinks, after hearing the story. "Well. I see," She seems confused. Even Zafirah manages to avoid those, or at least takes them like a wall. Zafirah blinks at Jovan, "Zora or Losia's," She remarks, then blinks. "She did? Run Quenn off? Fern!" Zafirah squeaks happily, and welcomes her green with open arms. The two share a happy moment, as Fern lands on Zafirah's shoulder. "Oh, you've been bad," She tickles under the 'lizard's chin, "I'm sorry if she caused any trouble," Zafirah smiles ruefully. She looks down sadly, "I've also been looking for P'nell. He was really sad when he stormed off, and I saw he went this way and..." She doesn't finish the story, and rises from her kneeling. She smiles at Fern and Sh'drian, "Oh, I see. Fern, you are silly," She tickles the green's belly as best as she can, and sighs. "I seem to be bothering a lot of people," Zafirah seems genuinely /sad/ about that, hazel eyes dimming a little.

Player Name: Doing
Zafirah: Fern+Shad 4evuh! P+RP_OK! (Fern_OK!)
K'tag: Fern + Shad = 4evuh! Woo!
Sh'drian: *whines* IHateFirelizards! P/RP/Fish_OK!
Heh heh heh.

K'tag shoots a glance back at Sh'drian, more curious than anything else, before letting off a gentle "Heh" of humor, averting his eyes back to Zafirah. "He overexaggerates, but that is not far off from the truth. And please do not worry about your Fern. I... cannot say Sh'drian appreciated her company much, but I was in need of a laugh this night that only she could deliver." As odd as the thought of statue-esque K'tag laughing is, the knowing grin on his face and the good-nature in his voice are undeniable. A sidelong glance is cast to the fish, that grin wavering back into a frown when K'tag averts eyes up and over to Jovan, with a fish in his sinister clutches. Back to the fish. Jovan. "... Zafirah, you'd best watch your fish," he warns the woman, taking a single step up closer to the bucket with his eyes narrowed at Jovan. "... It seems he's a thief."

"Zora's, then," Sh'drian decides, rather grimly, studying the firelizard a moment longer. He frowns thoughtfully, and shakes his head, glancing back to Zafirah. "I don't mind you nearly so much as that green," he tells her. It's a compliment. No, really! Lazily, Sh'drian shrugs and glances to K'tag. Idly, he glances to K'tag, quirking a brow at mention of laughing. To him, that seems an odd picture, as odd as the thought of Sh'drian himself laughing. Well, laughing non-mockingly, at least. "Have you seen Zora lately, anyway?" he queries, his tone too casual as he glances to the thieving firelizard.

Fern trills happily, a song for Sh'drian. Oh, her lovely Sh'drian! So... so... Shad-riffic! Zafirah chuckles. "As long as no harm was done," She smiles to her beloved. Firelizard. "Oh. The fish. I was mostly trying to make a peace offering, but I guess I'll be feeding the fire lizards," She remarks, and blinks at Sh'drian. Now, Zafirah's confused, and her face shows it. She shakes her head, "Losia mentioned something about woods, and Alyce something about..." Zafirah trails off, looking guilty. "So, Callenth and I might go find her. We've gone between, so we'll be okay," She seems confident in her sadness, for a moment. Fern is still singing to Sh'drian, and Zafirah grabs the bucket of whatever fish are left in it.

Jovan a thief? Well theres a first time for everything. Jovan has returned to his rocky perch. After of course offering Fern an admiring greeting. The fish is dropped from his talons, and he continues his messy meal all over again.

K'tag nods slowly as Zafirah mentions between, almost distractedly as he turns back to Sh'drian. "A peace offering for P'nell, I suppose? I should ask what you may have possibly said to make him disappointed. He strikes me as... a strange person." As though K'tag should talk. The man turns back to Sh'drian, that ever-returning disapproving frown of his shows up on his face, and he bestows this upon the bronze weyrling, apparently none too pleased. "... You are not planning on seeking revenge for the water and the flour, are you?" he asks, his voice still just a tad too friendly to be honestly, genuinely warning. "... I have not seen her, no. Did she... return the flower to you, in the end?"

Now it's Sh'drian's turn to look marginally guilty, a strange expression for the man. "Yeah," he agrees with Zafirah, nodding once. "Sarabeth told Eadranth the same story. Alyce--" this time, at least, he gets the name right "--seemed to blame me, although I don't know why. I hardly said a word to her that night in the weyrhall, and you saw what she did to me and Quenn." He directs those last accusative words at K'tag, frowning at the elder of the two brownriders. "That's the thing," he adds to the man, shrugging. "I haven't seen her since then."

Zafirah shrugs, "I do not know what I did, but he seemed sad." Zafirah looks down, "So it must have been something I said. Oh... I'm sorry about my sister. Thuraya is strange. She is prettier, but I think she forgets manners make one pretty, too," Zafirah shrugs at that and Fern chirps a greeting back to Jovan, warmly. Zafirah sighs. "I will not mention Quenn, though that girl is ... an individual," She remarks, none too happy at that. "Somehow, I can't help but wish I were a little smarter," Zafirah wipes at her eyes, "I'm naught but a sharding fool, and I feel bad about what I've done to those two. You know?"

Jovan seems to have left very little sitting on that rocky perch, as he takes off towards the lake for a quick bath. Dive, and splash a few times and he settles down on a different, cleaner rock; preening himself quite casually. Innocence at it's best.

Player Name: Doing
Zafirah: Fern+Shad 4evuh! P+RP_OK! (Fern_OK!)
K'tag: Fern + Shad = 4evuh! Woo!
Sh'drian: Fern + Shad = True Lu -- Hey! *sulk*
*giggle.* He admits it!

T'hvan strides over from the lakeside meadow.
T'hvan has arrived.

K'tag shrugs his shoulders lightly when Sh'drian turns those final words in his direction, a nonchalant gesture that seems surprisingly uncaring as far as the man usually finds himself concerned. "The rose you gave her meant something to her." His eyes are directed to Zafirah now, and while he still speaks to Sh'drian, it is obvious that he expects the fellow Tanner to understand more than the bronzerider. "And having Quenn on your lap meant more." Any expectations for her to respond to that vanish once he sees the sadness in his friend's face, and he tilts his head slightly to one side. "... You seem to think of your strength and compassion as unimportant when I, at least, would value those more than anything else." He hesitates for a moment here, effectively undermining any comfort his words may carry by bringing his hand up to the back of his neck and adding, "... Although I would not feel bad for P'nell. He seemed offended by what I had to say to him, too." K'tag? Offensive? Madness.

Uncomfortably, Sh'drian shifts his weight, watching Zafirah carefully. "Your sister? I didn't have a problem with her," he remarks, shrugging faintly. "In fact, I actually prefer her to my own sisters," adds the man quickly, as though that will cheer the woman up. He shakes his head, and runs a hand across his face tiredly. "How many times do I have to say how little Quenn means to me?" he queries to the world at large, shaking his head. "And I only gave that sharding rose to her to get her to shut up and to get rid of it, anyway."

It's T'hvan! And he's got a basket of roses with him! The giddy proddy greenrider skips along the shoreline, singing to himself. "Shells, what a beautiful night. I just wish I could see..." And with that, trips over his feet, falling on the ground... concluding, "anything..." He grimaces before picking himself up again. At seeing the trio of weyrlings on the beach, he yells out gleefully, "K'tag! I've got the orange rose of virility for you! Wait..." He pauses as he looks at the basket, closely. Finally he states, "Sad, no orange roses of virility for you. Would you like a yellow one, for masculinity?" He gives Zafi a knowing look, telling the brown weyrling, "And you, Zafi... Zafi, Zafi, Zafi... I'm giving you the red, red rose of lust."

Jovan chirps casually, mostly too himself. Shifting his preening to his other. Pausing The blue firelizard gives T'hvan an odd look before returning to his current activity.

Fern warbles happily, and flaps over to Jovan. Zafirah looks rather despairing at the mention of the rose, "Part of that was my fault..." She shrugs, "I wish I hadn't spoken up," Zafirah admits. She /does/ understand, and she /remembers/ what went on very well. "Mmm, Thuraya's alright sometimes. I hate it when she tries to outdo the other girls," She says. Zafirah doesn't comment on Quenn, any further. Though, the sound of a certain greenrider tripping and singing, and... Fern feels a surge of inspiration, circling Shad once, hopefully. Zafirah blinks at the mention of a rose, though she blushes, and rubs the back of her head. "Thank you, but I'm afraid only /I/ am in my bed." Callenth peers intently at T'hvan, eyes a content green shade.

K'tag turns away from Zafirah long enough to cast Sh'drian a glance over his shoulder, apparently all too ready with an effective retort. This response doesn't come, however, as T'hvan skiddles his way up and into the scene, only his chanting to himself a warning that he's coming. He raises a hand in acknowledgement and greets the greenrider with a soft but polite, "Good evening, T'hv..." It's a greeting that trails away the moment his name is called out, and an orange - no, wait, a yellow rose for masculinity is offered. K'tag's obviously quite unsure of what to do, and he casts Sh'drian a glance out of the corner of his eye as though asking how in the world to react. Poor K'tag. Poor, awkward K'tag. "... Yellow will be fine," he assures the other man, offering a strange half-grin despite the deep, disgustingly dark bruise on the side of his jaw. "... Ah... But Zafirah should have a rose for her... beauty, or compassion, wouldn't you think? A... purple rose?" His uncertainty is worn on his sleep during this weak attempt at comfort.

Cringe. Sh'drian recognizes T'hvan's voice easily, and he closes his eyes tightly. Maybe he's making a wish. When he reopens them, though, T'hvan's still there. Sh'drian sighs. But his smirk is back as the greenrider starts offering his companions roses rather than paying him any attention. "What? No pink rose of stamina for K'tag? I'm sure he could use it," queries the man, snickering as he glances at the brownrider in question. He shakes his head and glances to Zafirah again (after glowering one last time at Fern, of course). "Families can be troublesome," he admits, rolling his shoulders once. "And that, of course, can be easily remedied. At least for a bit," Sh'drian tells Zafirah knowingly, concerning her particular rose.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. "Heads up, any and all not wanting to deal with a greenrider with a big mouth get out the way!" Lead, follow or steer clear. In strides Alina, barefoot through the sand in tunic and pants, curls bouncing. "Heyla all," called as a general wave flutters to the assembly. "Flowers? What about 'em?"

T'hvan's brows arch upward, "You're in my bed? Just how far did I walk?" He looks around oddly, "We're in the barracks? I shouldn't be here... Should I?" He glances at Sh'drian and pleads quietly, "Pookie? Am in the weyrling barracks?" He pauses at K'tag and shakes his head at the male brown weyrling, "Shells no. Zafirah has no lust. She needs lust. -Everyone- needs a little lust." And perhaps a little too pointedly, T'hvan looks at Sh'drian and sighs with contentment. He glances to K'tag again regarding roses, and then, to Shad, says, "No, K'tag needs to be more masculine. Every man, woman and child castrates him verbally every day. He needs a stiff spine to fit with his backside, snookums." He gives an absent wave to Alina, still studying the weyrlings.

Kayjay strides over from the lakeside meadow.
Kayjay has arrived.

Such pretty things. Jovan decides he wants one too. No one thinks of the lizards anymore. Desending from his rocky perch. He makes an attempt to land on the proddy greenriders shoulder. Will he be stealing flowers next?

Zafirah waves to T'hvan, though Zafirah's face is as red as the rose at this point. Fern gleefully resumes circling her beloved Sh'drian. Zafirah nods, "K'tag's... right..." Zafirah looks to Sh'drian now, and nods, though she chokes on her own breath for a moment as the subject of lust is prodded upon. "I /like/ having my own bed!" She squawks, looking ready to just pop with embarrassment. Zafirah smiles, and waves to her mentor. Though, her eyes widen as T'hvan resumes talking, and her expression is one of a mixture of utter, absolute confusion and being clonked upside the head by a frying pan. "I ... am..." She doesn't reply to that, looking ready to fall over, or something. She rubs the back of her head, "I am happy the way I am... Lust, or no lust," She remarks. "Stamina?" She blinks at Sh'drian. "I... have missed something."

Kayjay delicately yawns then stretches lazily at the juncture where the grassy meadow ends and the beach begins. The brownrider quickly slips her feet out of her sandals and ties the footwear together so she can dangle them in one hand. She's not in any hurry, it's a nice night and with each step and each deep breath a night of hidework is erased from her face and her stride.

K'tag, it seems, doesn't catch the drift of these rose things. "... Ah. I... misunderstood." That's pretty much all he can muster before T'hvan pretty much tears him apart limb from limb. The man's eyes widen further with every passing word, jaw dropping low despite the blatant injury therein. "Uh" is about the only sound the man can muster at this point, too busy gawking at T'hvan, Zafirah, and his flowers to do much else. K'tag, it seems, has been broken. Shifting weight onto his uninjured left leg, K'tag takes in a deep breath, lets it out, and speaks, trying to keep his voice normal. "Very well, I will... take the yellow rose. I suppose it could not hurt." He makes a slight, hardly noticeable sidestep to Zafirah, perhaps planning on getting out of the greenrider's line of sight as soon as possible.

Step by leisurely step Lina's gotten closer to the gathering of weyrlings, lizards and... "Oh uh-oh, ye shells what the... dare I even ask?" A *look* is cast over her shoulder at Kayjay, and if anyone notices she's mouthing the words "Look out!" in the wingleader's direction. Then it's back to T'hvan and his flower powered display. "Er... there's something to be said," she falters but speaks in K'tag's defense, "for his being on an even keel, yeah? Shells, *I* fly about more easily than he does. I don't even wanna know what color flower I'll land with. And don't say fertility!"

"Don't call me 'pookie'," Sh'drian tells T'hvan in a warning tone. "And no, we're not in the weyrling barracks. We're on the beach," he adds in impatient explanation. He smirks, not quite innocently, at the greenrider's look. And the explanation of why K'tag gets that particular rose registers. Sh'drian stares at T'hvan, then, incredulously at K'tag. Then the laughter starts: a slow snickering that just keeps growing. "I don't know," Sh'drian gasps out, still laughing, "about his backside, but." That's as far as he can get until he gets his laughter back under control. "Stamina," he affirms to Zafirah at last, as he regains some measure of composure. "That's what the pink rose was for. I understand why you need a rose for lust and why K'tag needs one for masculinity; but I can't figure out why /I/ need one for /stamina/," he marvels, shaking his head. He snickers again at K'tag's expression, shaking his head. Out of one eye, he catches sight of Kayjay, and, turning to T'hvan, he points the wingleader out to the greenrider. "What about Kayjay? What rose does she get?" he prods. He's having a bit of fun with this tonight, it seems. He can even overlook the laps Fern is doing around his head for now.

T'hvan appears to try to clarify things for Zafi, telling the female brown weyrling, "See, my Shaddykins received my pink rose of stamina. He needs it." He waggles his brows at the bronzerling. He pauses and points to K'tag, "K'tag needs masculinity because, let's face it, he needs it." He points to Zafi now, clarifying further, "You need lust. You need a man. A man..." The man suddenly glows, beaming right at... K'tag, shouting out, "Zafi needs a man.. Zafi needs -K'tag-." Faranth, it's a proddy matchmaker. He flounces over to K'tag, giving him the rose, before glancing to Kayjay, sighing happily, "See, Kayjay gets the white rose of love. Pure, unadulterated love. She's one of the most loving people in this weyr, but I don't think she loves herself enough." He says the latter so matter-of-factly, and then looks to Sh'drian, asking him his opinion on the matter, "Don't you think so Pookie?" In addition to his lack of attention of Shad's request in not saying any 'Pookie', Van also brushes at his shoulder as Jovan perches on it. "Shoo. Silly 'lizard."

Jezara, following humans, lizards or just silly fluttery instincts, streaks in from the meadow in a blurr of tropical kiwi wings. She's circling the small knot of gathering riders even as Lina is edging to one side, closer and closer to her mentee. "Er... Zafi? What's he on about?" hissed between clenched teeth. Proddiness is one thing, but the pairing just shouted to all and sundry clearly has her floored, or so say her widened eyes. "Or do I even wanna guess?" As her owner nears Fern's owner, Jezara does like mother like daughter and sails off, buzzing low circles over a certain bronzeling's head. Look out Shad...

Poor Brownrider. There goes her nice peaceful little stroll that she had earned. "And I even checked my spelling before I dropped it on his desk too!" Petulant? Thy name is Kayjay and her lower lip proves it. Another mutter to a certain dragon later about being warned in the future and the woman continues down the beach toward the weyrlings. And the proddy one. "K'tag is a fine weyrling and so is Zafirah and Sh'drian well he is a .." She stares at the bronze riding weyrling for a long moment, purses her lips and adds rather lamely. "He's a ...weyrling. They can't think about such things, T'hvan, do be nice and don't stir up things that would make N'all and K'vay fretful. They are so noisy when they are upset. I'm sure Chryse would love to chat with you about flowers and their meanings." She shrugs at Alina ruefully. What could she do?

Fern trills! Momma lizard! She's happy to have someone run laps 'round the Sh'drian with her! Fern zips about merrily. Zafirah shakes her head, "I wish I knew. Apparently, I need lust..." Zafirah looks more than slightly pale. "For K'tag." Her voice falls at that, though she doesn't seem too afraid. It's better than him suggesting Sh'drian. Zafirah shakes her head, "I'm fine, man or no man. K'tag wouldn't want to be stuck with me anyhow," She comments, "Um. Lovely rose..." Even though Zafirah's slightly bug-eyed, pale, and rather confused. Shaddykins. A grin, and a giggle escapes. Zafirah takes several deep breaths. In. Out. That's it. BREATHE.

If it was possible for a stoic, statue-esque man like K'tag to be broken down any further, T'hvan manages it. With mechanical, mindless movements, K'tag raises one arm and accepts the flower, just kind of peering down at it with wide, unblinking eyes. Sh'drian's side-splitting laughter? Ignored. Alina's kind-hearted defense? Ignored. Kayjay's compliment? Ignored. Zafirah? Dull blue eyes slowly head up to the fellow ex-Tanner and brownrider, locking with hers. He manages a weak smile to her, though whether for her sake or his own is unsure. "You honestly think too little of yourself. And too highly of me." The words aren't flattering, but at least his tone is. Eyes glance over to Sh'drian, and while he doesn't actually say anything, his face says it all. Has T'hvan gone mad?

"Don't call me 'Shaddykins' either," Sh'drian orders. "And you know /nothing/ about my stamina." Somebody's a bit defensive. Quickly, he shakes his head and glances at Zafirah and K'tag, raising his eyebrows. More snickering ensues. "Zafirah needs a man, perhaps, but I think K'tag has more than enough women fawning over him," he informs T'hvan with a lazy shrug and a prominent smirk. Then, as Jezara comes to assist Fern in the art of tormenting him, Sh'drian declares, his tone cautionary, "Don't make me get that pugil stick. I can and I /will/." Somehow, he ends up sounding rather like a father trying to discipline a pair of unruly children. It's not an image he enjoys. To take his mind off that, he turns back to Kayjay, peering expectantly at her. "I'm a... weyrling," he repeats, sounding almost disappointed. He sighs and then notes airily, "We can think. We're just not /supposed/ to think." Zafirah's words bring back his snickering, and he shakes his head. "Lust for K'tag. That has to be among the oddest things I've heard in my life," he remarks, smirking. He returns K'tag's look with that same smirk.

T'hvan gives Kayjay a grumpy sound before telling her, "Kayjay, they may be weyrlings, but they've got feelings too." He gives another grumpy sound as he hears his weyrmate's name, "My weyrmate is currently indisposed at the moment. She's got a baby attached to her." Yeah, it would appear the proddy one has no sense of reality at the moment. He shudders before going on to say to Zafi, "Oh no. My snookybum Sh'drian is all mine, Zafirah. No one can have him." Possessive of his mentee, ain't he? He shakes his head at Zafirah once again before pointing to K'tag, "You both compliment each other so well, Zafirah. Can't you see that? You and he would have -very- beautiful babies together." He shakes his head quickly at Sh'drian, "Oh, no, Shnookums! Every man has that problem once in a while. It's okay. But the rose will help, trust me." Lucidity shines through in his eyes, as he says, "You'll do no such thing. No pugil sticks in your hands until I am -finished- with this..." And the lucidity grows dull, and the greenrider is back in his fantasy world, ending the sentence with, "... Pookie."

Alina blinks, "U[ "Uh... I'tag? You ok?" Apparently that broken-down look got through the greenie's formerly cheerful mood. She doesn't say another word, but her return glance to both brown weyrlings is meant to be reassuring but comes off halfway to amused, so the effect might be ruined quite nicely. Jezara for her part ignores Sh'drian's threats of pugil stick retalliation and flutters near and nearer the bronzeling's left ear. Chirp chirp. Cheepity chirp chirp. er, K'tag

Kayjay gives T'hvan a patient sigh then turns to the weyrlings, zeroing in on Sh'drian. "That's quite enough Weyrling. Greenrider T'hvan is ...indisposed at the moment but you have no excuse for your behavior. Quit needling your barrack mates. Your thoughts filter through to your lifemates who are too young to be thinking about such matters." But she give the male greenrider an odd look. "I love myself just fine so you don't need to worry about little old me. And Chryse needs you even more if she's nursing."

Zafirah smiles back weakly, "Nay." She replies to K'tag, sounding wobbly and weak. Zafirah looks very rattled, and Fern seems to be laughing at Sh'drian. Or at least, cheeping gleefully. This is just as good as Quenn! Why did no one tell her chasing these big thingers was fun? They're so dang slow. Zafirah has to take a few deep breaths, to steady herself and shakes her head. "Please, don't inflict that on K'tag. My /kids/?" Zafirah seems horrified. "... I don't see myself as a mother," She admits sheepishly. Zafirah looks to Alina, confused. Fern joins her mother in cheepity hood, trilling every so often. Zafirah just looks stunned, or on a heavy dose of numbweed with that bug-eyed look about her.

K'tag just sort of peers blankly over at T'hvan at his comment about Zafirah, once more glancing back at Sh'drian, now actually going so far as to mouth the words to the bronze weyrling, 'Is he ill, or just sharding mad?' Perhaps T'hvan was right about the weak spine, for K'tag, it seems, is not about to actually -speak- the question, lest the proddy greenrider tear into him again. A weak but strong enough grin is flashed to Alina, assuring her that yes, K'tag is fine, and he raises his hand for a moment to her, perhaps as a gesture of greeting. His eyes dash back to Zafirah, and he gives off a little sigh, perhaps a little more frustrated than he'd like to admit. "Stop worrying about it, Zafirah," he tells the other weyrling, raising up his right hand and running it through his hair. "You wil..." Shardit. "Would make for a very good mother, no matter what you're inclined to believe." Eyes turn back to the front, no doubt to await another volley of weird comments launched at him and the others in this poor, susceptible crowd.

"For the last time, stop calling me those names!" Sh'drian insists, glaring at T'hvan. "I am most certainly /not/ yours! I'm... not anyone's!" Petulantly, he folds his arms over his chest and glares at the man. The expression might hold up against the silly names, but it's no match for the thought of K'tag and Zafirah's children. Back to snickering, it seems. "Eadranth is nearly grown, and if he's not used to me by now, he won't ever be," he tells Kayjay with a shrug. Her last words to T'hvan evoke arched brows from the bronzerider, and a smirk. He's not about to say anything else, though -- probably wisely. He merely directs a glare at Jezara and Fern alike. "I think I'm going to retreat to the barracks now. Do call the firelizards off," he tells the group, aiming hard looks at both Alina and Zafirah, owners of the two greens. "By the way, K'tag," he drawls to the brownrider, not bothering to mouth the words back, "he's just proddy."

Alina is ignoring her firelizard as much as Jezara is ignoring Sh'drian's dislike of the little green and continues to flutter what must be an irritatingly close distance from his ear. Cheep chirp cheeple! Lina, however, is leaning to mutter something to K'tag. As she leans in, the glance she finally throws Shad is the ice of *between* itself. "Don't *say that," she hisses, "didn't you learn anything?" She doesn't add, from me.

T'hvan sighs, looking dreadfully bored silly by the talking of both Kayjay and Zafirah, "You female brownriders. Or Weyrling. Always so much talk. Chryse talks -all- the time. Get this, do that... All about that little girl baby... Ryvana." Lucidity gleams for one second, his fatherly pride showing through for an instant before he's back to being crazy-proddy. He glances from K'tag and Zafirah, nodding sagely, "See, Zafirah? You and he haven't even had your dinner together yet, and he's already fighting for you. That's so beautiful." He glances to Shad and asks him, "Don't you think Zafi and K'tag would make a great couple? They could name their first child..." He thinks for a long moment before exclaiming: "Zaftag!" This seems to hit his funny bone and laughs out loud.

Player Name: Doing
T'hvan: T'hvan + Shaddykins = True Looooooove!
Zafirah: Fern+Shad 4evuh! P+RP_OK! (Fern_OK!)
K'tag: Fern + Shad = 4evuh! Woo!
Sh'drian: Fern + Shad = True Lu -- Hey! *sulk*
Oh no.

Kayjay turns up her nose at T'hvan, then reconsiders as she sighs philosophically, saying as an aside to Zafirah. "At least when he's this way we females might as well not exist. But do try to shield your thoughts from your lifemate. Despite what /he/ might think.." And Sh'drian gets a withering look. "Your dragons /are/ too young for such thoughts to be pondered for long periods of time." She rolls her eyes at the naming attempt. "Oh do be a dear. T'hvan and leave matchmaking for another day."

Zafirah looks a little happier at that, though swinging from utter, resolute guilt to shock has rattled Zafirah's marbles slightly, and she looks sadly at Sh'drian. "Sorry... C'mon Fern," Zafirah holds out her arms. Fern cheeps sadly, but she whirls on back to her beloved tower. Callenth rumbles softly, from his spot. Zafirah winces as Sh'drian gets warned, and takes a deep, shuddery breath. "I... need. To sleep. /Alone/. /Without lust/," She squeaks, "Poor Zaftag. If I ever have children, I will think carefully about their names," She remarks. Her expression is still stuck in stunned Zafirah mode, and she picks up what's left of her now stinky fish bucket. "I... must be off. Good to see you all again, lust or /no lust/."

Player Name: Doing
Alina: T'hvan+Shad=Jezara jealous!
T'hvan: Zafirah + K'tag = Zaftag! Wheeee!
Zafirah: Fern+Shad 4evuh! P+RP_OK! (Fern_OK!)
K'tag: Fern + Shad = 4evuh! Woo!
Sh'drian: Fern?Jezara!?WhatAboutTheHumanWomen?
Awww. Just wait'll Fern rises...

K'tag's mouth forms an "Oh" at Sh'drian's blunt response, but he doesn't actually nod his understand until Alina leans over and whispers that single fateful word. He closes his eyes for a moment of peaceful serenity. It's not very difficult to imagine what he's thinking - thank the skies Aidryth was born brown. That brief moment of calmness is shattered quite effectively as T'hvan plots baby names. K'tag responds simply by lifting his hand up to his forehead, rubbing his temple as he shakes his head over at the greenrider. "Zaftag," he mutters under his breath, speaking the name right as Zafirah does the same. "Ah... good night, Zafirah. You, ah. ... Don't, uh. Get lost." K'tag's too shaken up to say anything too coherent at this point, it seems.

"Zaftag." That one word seems to amuse Sh'drian more than most of the rest of the conversation (well, except for the part about K'tag's daily verbal castration). "Oh, yes. They would have /beautiful/ children," he agrees. "Good night, everyone." With that, and a last smirk and snicker, he departs.

T'hvan glances at K'tag and shakes his head, "You should go see if she makes it to the barracks alright. She might trip or something, and you wouldn't want that to happen to your future weyrmate, K'tag." T'hvan clucks his tongue before glancing to Kayjay and wrinkling his nose, "I don't see what the problem is, Kayjay. We've even shared a bed. Twice!" He blinks at Sh'drian, and shakes his head, "Oh no, Shaddykins. You must not go!" And with that, the proddy greenrider departs into the darkness, seemingly going in the opposite direction of Sh'drian.

Kayjay eyes Zafirah and says firmly. "No lust for either of you until you leave the barracks." She would answer Sh'drian but he leaves before she can and she mutters to his back, "K'vay is way too easy on you all." With out even a blush, Kayjay shoots back, "Our dragons shared the moment, I was only there because SUriath was."

Player Name: Doing
Alina: T'hvan+Shad=Jezara jealous!
T'hvan: Zafirah + K'tag = Zaftag! Wheeee!
Zafirah: Fern+Shad 4evuh! P+RP_OK! (Fern_OK!)
K'tag: Tag + Shad = ... wait, never mind.
Sh'drian: Fern?Jezara!?WhatAboutTheHumanWomen?
That's so wrong.

Alina stares after the departing T'hvan, even as Jezara gives up on Shad and sails back to her human's shoulder, landing in a feline reminiscent curl, tail swishing. "Where've I heard *that* line before?" is asked more to the air ahead of her than to the remaining brownriding society. "Just so long as he still thinks he's in Southern." A shiver, was that? Yes, it most definitely was.

Zafirah smiles at Kayjay, "Thank you." Callenth seems amused, and he ambles off the beach. Zafirah waves to the others, "C-clear skies," She mumbles and heads off, Fern trilling brightly as they go.

And, that my friends, is where it ends. I left the doings in, just because they're funny.

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