Living Caverns> Astrea snorts, sharp hearing picking up the slightest whisper. "Learn some manners" she calls loudly, pulling a coy smile. "Or I'll send them after you. You don't have /that/ long to wake". Silly young'un. Ooh. Gag her.. she's beginning to sound ancient! "I'm sure you'd prefer the many pretty, single young ladies we have around here.." she drawls, eyes sparkling.

Living Caverns> Rhoswen arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Living Caverns> With a jump at the woman's scolding, the young man exclaims, "No no.. That's not what I meant!" Oh shards, the ex Paradise nanny is not going to have to explain himself all over again. Turning towards the only person he's actually talked to around here, Khory gives a look to E'ren, as though to say, 'help!'

Living Caverns> E'ren is sometimes a little dense, unfortunately for Khory. The dark-haired rider puzzles at him... then at Astrea... then back at Khory. "'Like her'?" he echoes. "Female? Oh yeah, there are a few. They don't bother you so much if you don't bother them." Of course, you'd never catch him saying anything like that around his weyrmate Miri.

Living Caverns> Khory groans. Ah gee. This is turning out to be harder than he first thought.

Living Caverns> Astrea looks up. "Ah, speaking of that..." she trails, beckoning to the young girl who just entered. "Rhos, darling, come over here" she calls before turning to Khory. "Rhoswen is one of those pretty, single girls I was telling you about" she says plainly, not lowering her voice at all.

Living Caverns> Rhoswen wanders in, an aimless look on her face as she shifts the weight of the huge stack of papers to her other hip. A slender hand reaches up and pushes bleached hair from her eyes with a grimace. She looks up at the sound of her name. "Oh, hello Astrea" the girl says with a smile, setting her papers down on the ground and taking a seat by the child-burdened woman. She catches the end of that sentence and plushes ivory-pink. "That's quite enough.. here, have a redfruit" she says hurriedly, shoving the fruit into Astra's (big) mouth.

Living Caverns> Khory manages to stutter and blush as well. "Ah well.. Um.. hello," he finally gets out, before turning back to his suddenly /very/ interesting klah cup.

Living Caverns> E'ren just beams at Khory, further misinterpreting his expression. "Hey, it's not so bad, really. There are lots of cute boys around too, and you're not so bad-looking yourself. I bet you'd have no trouble getting into bed with some of them, even the riders." That's probably a bit more information than Khory was looking for.

Living Caverns> Rhoswen half dies, staring in embarrassement at her hands. "Astrea.." she hisses, tucking her hair behind her ears. "So!" she pipes up, blush fading as quickly as it came. "I'm Rhoswen, as you /probably/ already know.. You must be the new messenger?" Rumor travels fast around these parts indeed. "And I see you've met my dear friend, Astrea.. maybe when the baby's born she'll stop sitting around and partaking in /idle/gossip/!" A semi-harsh look is shot at the other woman before fading into her normal smile and turning back to the others.

You go to the Central Bowl.

You go to the Living Caverns.

Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are fifty-three firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Raven, BlackWood Harp, Gigi, Jaeshri, Generic Sign-Up Sheet, Look at Me Postcard to Tatia, and White Clay Egg Pot here.
Khory, E'ren, Astrea, and Rhoswen are here.

Astrea shoots a glare at her younger friend, yet takes a grateful bit of the redfruit. She chews, swallows, and berates. "Well maybe if you'd find yourself a weyrmate, missy, I wouldn't have to watch over you all the time! You wander around here like a lost puppy, Faranth knows, and I'm just looking out for you.." And herself, of course. Where would she be without matches to make? She pats the girl's arm in a somewhat comforting manner. There.

Kinecha weaves her way through tables and chairs to the hearth to pour a mug of klah. Returning to a seat, she sits, depositing the mug on the table and runs her fingers through damp hair. Why wasn't the headquarters connected to the rest of the cavern, she asks herself, not for the first time..

The klah which had so recently reached Khory's mouth soon finds it way back out again.. In spurts, none the less. Coughing, the young man wipes his chin, and just stares at E'ren, blushing like mad. "No.. ah.. um.. thanks," he finally manages to reply half heartedly. Of course, how does one comment on something like that? Thankfully, he's saved from further embarassment by Rhoswn's greeting, and Astrea's statement. Clearing his throat, Khor answers, "Yep. New messenger. Well met.." Eyes roll as he wonders what he's gotten himself into. Oh. That's right. A weyr. Duh.

Cassio walks in from the Central Bowl.

E'ren winces a bit at Khory's little klah performance, but he recovers gracefully enough. "Ah, I see. A virgin, huh? Well, you never know if you'll like something until you try it. Curiousity's a powerful thing. Especially after you've been with a few girls--you get to wanting something different." He casts a good-natured smile in the direction of the two girls, of course.

Kinecha lifts an eyebrow toward the greenrider, giving him a crooked grin. "Nothing wrong with girls," she mentions, a wicked look in her eyes as she sips her klah, holding the mug with both hands.

Rhoswen blushes hotly, wondering how she's ever supposed to hold a conversation with Astrea on her case. So she doesn't. "Ah.. anyone want something to eat?" she says quickly, jumping up and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Gotta get away.. gotta get away. "Astrea, drink for you? You should eat more, you know.. here, let me get you some fruit.. and some meatrolls.." the nanny-hopeful mumbles, stumbling over herself to get to the hearth. "Faranth knows, if I can't take care of you how will I care for newborns?"

E'ren casts an ever-so-bright smile at Kinecha. "Of course not, of course not. My weyrmate is one, in fact. I'm just suggesting that one should feel free to explore all of one's options... frequently. You enjoy being with girls too?" he asks Kinecha. Age hasn't given E'ren any more tact, apparently.

Takovic arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Khory just stares some more, his face getting redder and redder by the moment. Seems his time watching over kidlets in Paradise has certainly mellowed him out from the charming and wordy boy he once was. "Food!" he suddenly exclaims, "Food sounds great! Here I'll help you!" And with that, he jumps off of his seat and runs to join Rhoswen.

Kinecha grins at E'ren giving the greenrider a slight nod, while taking another sip of klah. "You might say so," she mumbles, casting a glance toward the inner caverns. Especially one girl. Yup.

Rhoswen looks relieved to see Takovic and brightens slightly, hurrying to his side. Surely he will save her from these maniacs. The plates of food are hurriedly shoved at Astrea as she guides Tako to a chair and promptly sits next to him. Save her! "Hey Tak!" she grins, trying to tell him via her eyes that it's dangerous here. And failing.. miserably..

Takovic enters the room with his usual awkward distractedness, one hand clutching a scroll, the other periodically adjusting his spectacles. He doesn't pay attention to the surroundings, not even down to the detail of where he's going. He just knows. He somehow manages to get all the way across the room to a table, at which he sits down at and finally looks as he unrolls the scroll and begins to write.

E'ren gives Kinecha a satisfied nod, noting the look towards the inner caverns. "Things are always interesting around a Weyr. I can't imagine how people live so constricted in Holds and Crafts." That's an issue of personal preference, though. "I don't think we've actually been introduced, though. I'm E'ren, rider of green Xeth." He jerks a thumb in the direction of the Bowl, purely out of habit. Khory seems to have escaped the greenrider's notice for the moment, at least.

"Kinecha, weyrguard," she says, nodding, somewhat amazed that she hadn't met this particular rider yet, having been in the Weyr for almost two Turns now. "Pleased to meet you E'ren, rider of Xeth."

Khory notices that Rhoswen needs no help with the food, and so ends up standing halfway across the cavern. Now, does he return to his earlier seat with E'ren, or does he find someone else to converse with? Instead, the young man just stands there, confused, and even slightly feared. Help?

Rhoswen bites her tongue. Where have her manners gone? Just because Astrea's don't exist. Snicker. She rises from her seat again and covers up her blunder by pretending to get food for herself, shooting a smile at Khory. "Hungry?" A large plate is offered to him, filled with various items ranging from fruits to cheeses to meats to sweetrolls. "Or would you prefer a drink?"

Astrea fusses. Little Rhoswen, growing up and getting embarrassed! How darling. She takes another gulp from her mug and looks around curiously, lifting her feet onto the couch and propping them onto a pillow. Obviously no point in asking Rhoswen for a meatroll.. she's obviously smitten. Another score for the Southerner!

E'ren has been at High Reaches about a dozen Turns now, but there are always new people to meet, it appears. "Weyrguard, huh? I should've guessed--you seem like the adventurous type." And that's a plus in Renren's book. He happens to spot Khory looking confused and casts a slight smile in his direction. Even if the young man doesn't return to his seat near him, the greenrider has already marked him to track him down for a conversation later.

Takovic, person who sits in the corner, has not identified himself, nor his mysterious, all-occupying hobby. Because he's still sitting in the corner working at that hobby, of course. And not having noticed Rhoswen's greeting, chances are he won't notice much right off.

Kinecha chuckles, her eyes turning toward the rider. "Adventurous, eh?" No one had ever called her adventurous before. "Don't really find guarding adventurous myself," she notes, grinning. Not compared to her past on the roads, anyway.

Khory smiles rather oddly at Rhoswen. "Um.. thanks," he replies, as he takes the plate and immediatly begins to nervously stuff his face. Around a mouthful of redfruit, he adds, "And a drink would be great. Got anything stronger than klah though?" Seing the smile from E'ren, the messenger's going to need it. Gulp. "Really strong," he repeats. Yes, we'll just consider this him celebrating his new residency.. Ayup.

Rhoswen grins, relaxing slightly. She reaches out a hand and grabs a fluted wine glass with a wry chuckle, twirling the stem between her fingers. "Finest Benden wines?" she suggests, knowing full well that this should annoy Astrea. As much as she loves to drink, she wouldn't endanger her baby.. would she? Nah. She slides a piece of fruit from the tray and pops it into her mouth as she fills a glass for herself, waiting for his approval.

Takovic falls asleep.

Astrea would never endanger her baby. Though that wine looks rather tempting. But no. Now, should she intercede between the young'uns or keep her trap closed? Yeah right. "So, Khory!" she says with an unusually wide grin. "Not got a Weyrmate, have you? Any... significant others we should know about? Got a golden mark there, have ye?" If Rhoswen drinks in her presence, she'll just do what Astreas do best - meddle.

E'ren chuckles softly. "Well, I bet there's more adventure in guarding than a lot of the crafts. Not that there aren't boring parts to anyone's life--even riders have a lot of monotony." And it's that monotony that E'ren likes to break up with interesting encounters with cute people.

Khory nods his head. Wine is good. Wine is /real/ good. And now that he's settling down again a bit, company is good too. "Yes please," he offers in reply, before once again, smile falters at Astrea's query. "Um. Weyrmate?" he asks, a little curious, and not sure he understands, until he sees the pregnant woman's look. "Oh. You mean a mate?" he states. There's that telltale blush again, and Khory shakes his head. "Um.. nah. Not handfasted, though I did have a gal ... once.." And he leaves it at that.

Kinecha grins to the rider as she gets up from her chair to get something to eat, and stem the noise her stomach is making. Coming back with a herdbeast sandwich and an orangefruit, she takes a seat nearer the rider. "Well, I've been to plenty of holds and halls, and I must say, that life seems much more interesting in the Weyr than any of those places..." A bite from her sandwich stops her flow of speech, as she chews slowly, to get herself under control. Wasn't usual for the guard to talk that much.

Rhoswen hears Astrea's overly loud question and whirls around, letting fly with a large redfruit.... accidentally, of course. "Oh, Faranth!" she exclaims, trying to mask her giggles. "How on Pern did that happen.. one minute it was in my hand, the next, aiming at your head!" Giggle.

Astrea scowls and rubs her head. "No need to throw fruit, Rhoswen" she scolds, placing the redfruit beside her. "Honestly, you're as bad as the kidlets. At least they don't start foodfights.. Often."

Khory watches the exchange, still blushing, and eating, and.. well.. over-all, looking as though he's just barely starting to comprehend the things going on around here.

Cassio goes home.

E'ren still occupies himself with his now-cold klah, but Kinecha's meal distracts him momentarily, his gaze clouding with a look of distaste. He tries then not to look at it, which is pretty darn difficult while still conversing with her. "Well, the Holds... sometimes have pretty good parties. I went to a Gather at Nabol a few sevendays ago that was pretty exciting. If you like dice games, anyway."

Rhoswen finishes pouring the second glass of wine and hands it to Khory, still snickering under her breath. "Sorry you had to see that" she mutters. "Astrea lets her mouth run away with her sometimes.. It's a lost faster than her brain". Score. Laughing, she takes a sip of her wine and slides into a chair.

Arutha walks in from the Central Bowl. Arutha strides into the caverns in search of food.

Liberi walks in from the Central Bowl.

Arutha walks over to liberi after picking up a few meatrolls.

Liberi says, "Hello, Arutha."

Kinecha raises an eyebrow, grinning at the mentioning of dices. "I was more or less raised, playing dices," she says between bites of the sandwich, and swallows of klah. Leaning a bit closer to the rider she whispers, "holders are generally easy to trick..." Unless they're Bitran, of course.

Arutha releases Tagrathi, who launches into the air. Tagrathi creels with hunger.

Konolan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Arutha waves to konolan and Liberi as he tries to feed his flit. "Hold on you greedy thing I'm feedin OW! Watch the fingers."

Kylaris arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Khory nods as he sips his wine, not being able to stop himself from smiling faintly. "That's all right," he states, before taking the brave action of actually sitting beside her. "Um.. So.. Ah.. What do they do 'round here for fun?" the messenger asks, and then immediately regrets his question.

Konolan strides into the caverns, a creeling green lizard berating him from her perch on his shoulder. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I slept in..we're here now. Stop complaining!" He glares at his lizard..and is quite obviously complaining about her. He throws a wave at Arutha and Kinecha, gives nods all around, and heads over to grab up a mugga klah, muttering all the while about ungrateful lizards.

Kylaris weaves his way through a slightly crowded room, then spots Arutha and makes a beeline for him, "Hey Arutha, Why's it so busy in here, shards ive not seen it this busy since the Proddygreens performed!"

Rhoswen almost starts to laugh before remembering herself. "Well.. there's the obvious" she giggles, looking pointedly at Astreas bulging middle. "But we usually group here.. and eat. Or play dice, or share gossip" she nods sagely, delighting in actually knowing something about this place. "Im pretty new here myself.." she admits, taking a sip from her glass. "Still absorbing it all.."

Arutha turns and gives another wave to Kylaris as he waves his hands in the air. "Hey that smarts watch it." Hearing Kyalaris "Oh Yeah it is rather crowded isn't it."

There's a sparkle in E'ren's eye as he leans in towards Kinecha. "Hey, no kidding? Me too... well, not for money, of course, but a lot of the kids at Southern Weyr would gather in the evenings in the lower caverns and play for pebbles. I ended up with a pretty good collection. We wouldn't play much with loaded dice, though. Not unless it was with an outsider, of course." He grins and winks.

Astrea snickers at the two young ones and slips away.

Niall walks in from the Central Bowl.

Columbia suddenly disappears ::between::!

To appease his rampant green, Nolan grabs up some meatrolls and strolls over to Arutha, sliding into a seat and placing his mug on the table. Rather rude of him, but he's being harrassed...After a few moments of popping chunks of meatroll into the bottomless pit known as Shamrock, he gets a chance to greet people. Finally. "Hello..." he glances around and notes the unkown faces, "I'm Konlan."

Kinecha laughs, leaning back, reaching for her knife to cut the peel off the orangefruit she'd brought along from the foodtable. "Well, sometimes... It's an advantage to be the outsider," she notes, the twinkle in the riders eyes mirrored in her own. Cutting out a slice of the fruit, she pops it in her mouth, chewing slowly. "It's easier to trick people who don't know you," she says, pointing at E'ren with her knife.

Kylaris exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Arutha eyes Ko's flit as he feeds his own "Is she new? I haven't seen that one before."

Khory eyes the man and his flit, but manages to nod his head none the less. "Khory," he greets, halting his eating action for a moment to speak. At the same time, he overhears Kinecha's final statement, and wishes he could have 'tricked' people into thinking he was suave and sure of himself. Like the Khor of old. But with all that's happened in the last while, it's no wonder he's a little out of it.

Rhoswen crosses her ankles together, studying her glass with a detail that's a little uneccessary. Lifting her eyes, she spots Niall and waves him over. "Hey Niall" she grins, motioning to Khory. "This is our new messenger, up from Para. Meet Khory. Khory, this is my bud Niall". There we go. Introductions.

Nolan shakes his head whilst sipping at his mugga klah..a dangerous maneuver, but accomplished nonetheless...barely. "She's usually off someplace..stirring up mischief, no doubt." He gives a long sigh of the much put-upon, then grins. He's usually stirring up mischeif as well soo..like lizard like owner, right? "Pleasure to meetcha Khory.." He says, continuing to pop sustenance into the green terror.

Niall looks across the room, spotting Rhos instantly, and the others were just noticed. He crosses over to Rhos, and smiles to her. "Hello Rhoswen," he greets, a little more talkative than normal. Niall nods to Khory, nearly the extent of his greeting, but a 'hello,' accompanied it.

E'ren laughs softly and nods to Kinecha. "That's true enough. Less guilt that way, anyway." E'ren's life is mostly honest these days... at least, as far as gambling goes. Something about his actions reflecting on his Weyr and wing... you know. "You get many interesting games going here at Reaches?"

Liberi says, "Arutha, may I please help feed your flit? And what is his name?"

Khory nods back to Niall, and continues to drink his wine; food now finished with, and empty plate set aside.

Arutha smiles "Well I'd be more than greatful for the help if you don't mind getting your fingers nipped at. His name is Tagrathi."

Liberi falls asleep.

Kylaris starts falling asleep with all the heat from other people and the warm food in his belly.

Rhoswen pats the chair next to her, inviting Niall to sit before turning back to Khory. "So, you were a Nanny, right?" Ahh, a mentor perhaps. "When Merenya has her baby I'll be caring for it.. and hopefully for Astrea's. I have a feeling there might be more than one, though.." she drawls with a grin, leaning back in her chair and fiddling with her glass.

Kinecha shrugs, then grins. "Nothing to win marks on..." she says, popping another orangefruit slice into her mouth. "I gave that up when I joined the Guard..." Although there were other 'games' to be played in a weyr, that wasn't played in either Hold or Hall.

Slowly, Khory nods his head, wondering where this conversation may lead to. However, it seems innocent enough, so he'll follow for now. "Yes, asst. Nanny at paradise." With a shrug, he adds, "Though I was more or less in charge of one specific girl."

Niall sits down in the chair offered, and listens to the conversations. He's back to the quiet, listening self.

"Oh? That's interesting.. I've never been to Paradise" she says with a chuckle, enjoying the double meaning. "I'm sure I'll get there some day". Sombre with thought now, she casts a glance at Niall. "How's life?" Mild conversation seems suitable for now.(Rhoswen)

Torne arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Kiyone arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

E'ren chuckles at Kinecha. "Perhaps you were right and you aren't the adventurous sort. I didn't know becoming a guard could make you so conservative," he teases. As for other 'games' in a Weyr, well, they haven't brought those up yet, have they?

Torne yawns, as he mildly strides in. The somewhat tall man snags a mug of klah, and collapses into a random chair. Moody, broody eyes survey the 'Caverns; he's content to listen, right now.

Kiyone walks in quietly not to disturb anyone. She walks over to the far wall and settles down on the ground studying the book she carries.

Niall shrugs, and thinks for a moment, keeping his eyes locked on Rhos as he did. "It's fine... I would guess." He rather talk about something else besides life, and he would truly, rather be working on something then talking.

"Conservative?!" Kinecha's eyes narrow, as she would never have thought that word assosiated with her. "I'd just like to keep my job, is all," she continues, shaking her head at the greenrider, giving him a rather dissatisfied look. "Conservative," she mumbles as she cuts out another slice of orangefruit.

Rhoswen grins slightly, wriggling in her chair. "So..." she stirs, attempting to keep the conversation rolling. "Umm.. had a nice day?" she asks, to either or both. She drums her fingers softly on the table. "Mine was pretty good.. I suppose.." Ahh, their dreariness is getting to her. Save her, quick!

And speaking of work, Khory finally gathers courage to raise his voice and ask, "So.. Who here plans on being the first to send me running with messages?" Grin. Yes, chit chat is fine and all, but a first mission would be nice to get out of the way. Even if it's something as simple as running a note from one end of the cavern to the other...

Rhoswen chuckles a flips a piece of wherhide from her pocket, pulling a pencil from behind her ear. "Just for you, I'll write a note.." she chuckles, pressing the chalky stick to the hide. "Let's see... any ideas, Niall? Want to send a letter to anyone?" she queries, pinching his arm gently. "C'mon, liven up, love!" Her drawl broadens as she chuckles at the pet name, thinking it makes her sound old. Almost as old as Astrea! Ahhh!

Niall chuckles at Rhos and then shakes his head. "No one... and I rather be out doing something, then talking." His tone was hinting, to Rhos, about something.

Torne sprawls further, staring into his klah. Shards, he could use something harder..

Exaggerated sigh. Strange-colored eyes flick upwards, to thoughtfully glance at the messenger. Bleh. Nothing to send. The semi-new resi hardly knows anyone, anyways..

E'ren gives a quick laugh to Kinecha in response. "Ah... I didn't realize that your job was at stake when it came to gambling." Kind amusement sparkles in his eyes. "Sorry if I insulted you. Being called 'conservative' can be a bit of a shock, can't it? Especially if it is undeserved. I tell you what... we should do something adventurous soon. When's good for you?"

Khory smiles as the girl tries to help out, but then notices Niall's look, and grins some more. Ah, so this is how it is, huh? Turning to Rhos, he pats her arm gently before getting up from his seat. "I think you should take a moment to think of who to write to.." he hints, and then goes to return his glass to the sidetable, casting a wink at Niall in the meantime.

Rhoswen is slow, but catches on. "Ahh.. I see" she chuckles, scrawling something hurridely across her hide, folding it, and placing into Khory's hands. "Will you take this to Jesha for me, please?" she asks, rising from her chair. She crosses to the hearth and places her glass there, stretching slightly. "Well, I'm gonna go for a walk" she chuckle, shrugging on her jacket. "If you care to join me, you're welcome!" And with that, she slips outside.

Rhoswen exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Jaeshri exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Kinecha eyes widen a bit this time, somewhat staring at E'ren. "And what did you have in mind then?" Something adventurous could involve any number of things, after all. Especially if a rider, and a /greenrider/ at that, was involved.

Khory manages to bump Niall on his way past. "So.. Are you going to go after her or what?!" he asks, eyes lighting up with merriment. Yes indeed, living around here may actually grow on him sooner or later..

Kiyone looks up from her book to look to see who has left and then returns to reading her book.

E'ren smiles at Kinecha somewhat mysteriously, his dark brows wiggling a bit. He's every inch a greenrider--don't forget that. "Oh, you never know. If you plan too much, it's no longer an adventure." Certainly, it probably /will/ involve any number of things. "All of Pern is open to us!"

Niall stands up and smiles slyly. "After? Now why would you have that idea?" A nod and a grin came, before he slipped out of the cavern. Niall exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Reiko arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Reiko stumbles across the caverns muttering to herself, headed for the klah. Apparently she just woke up.

Seeing the young man rush off, Khory grins, and then walks up to, (*gulp*) E'ren and Kinecha. "Um, sorry to interrupt," he says, before brandishing the first message he's meant to deliver. "Do you know where I can find a .. um.. Jesha?" Eyes dart to and fro, as he awaits a response.

All of Pern is open to us?! Kinecha stares at the greenrider, shaking her head slightly, wondering what he was up to. Stating the obvious probably wouldn't help though, so she's grateful for the interruption. "Jesha?" she asks, frowning, not even sure that she knew any Jesha. "Sorry don't know."

Torne falls asleep.

Kiyone turns a page in her book, absently brushing loose blonde strands of hair from her face.

E'ren turns a bit and smiles at Khory. "Jesha? She's not a local, is she?" he asks, his look echoing Kinecha. His look turns a bit distant as he mentally rouses Xeth. "Ah... Sevareth's rider. She's Istan." He pauses fractionally. "You need to bring her a message?" He doesn't seem to mind interrupting his plans with Kinecha for the moment, at least.

Khory nods. "Ayup. Rhoswen asked me to deliver this to her," he states. Though how E'ren can help him with that, he hasn't an idea. "Istan huh? Oh shards.. I guess I'd better set out soon enough then." In his haste to deliver this note, he seems to forget where he is.

Arutha calls to Tagrathi, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Reiko pours off a large mug of klah, blowing the steam off before taking a long sip. Without bothering to look around, she takes the mug - and the pot, for good measure - to her usual table. Which coincidentally also happens to be Kinecha's usual table. But she acknowledges neither Kinecha nor anyone else around her, since her eyes aren't really open.

Kylaris falls asleep.

Kinecha's smile broadens as Reiko joins them, the shocked look on her face softening. "Afternoon, Reik," she says, her voice teasing as she turns to the woman. "Just got up?" She puts her knife away, having finished her orangefruit, then takes a long swig of klah to wash the fruit down.

E'ren arches a brow at Khory. "I bet you could hitch a ride with a dragonrider heading that direction. Or one that doesn't mind a bit of adventure." If there are visions of the blond clinging to E'ren as they pop Between on Xeth dancing through the greenrider's head, they're minimally apparent in his slight smile.

"Morning." Reiko stubbornly refuses to admit that time has passed while she slept. She drains her mug and fills it again, eyeing Kinecha narrowly until she notices another voice. Emerald gaze flickers over the rider, casually appraising. "Morning," she says again, this time in greeting. She slumps down in her chair and starts in on that second mug.

Kinecha grins, taking the klahpot from Reiko to refill her own mug, a glance shot toward E'ren as his attentions are drawn elsewhere. "Feeling alright, Reik," she says, trying to catch hold of the emeral eyes. No point really, trying to get her to talk at any lenght, was there, though?

Khory grins at the sleepy Reiko, but that grin then turns kinda weak, as soon as he catches on to E'ren's train of thought. "Oah. Ahh.. Yeah, I suppossee.." he stutters, and the blush returns to his features. Shards! He's a grown man. No need to be stained faced everytime some little unmentionable statement goes past. Jeeesh. Covering for it, the messenger turns back to the half asleep woman. "Morning to you too.. though it's actually quite later than that.. And oh, the name's Khory.." Just in case, she was, you know.. curious.

Kiyone closes her book and stands up brushing herself off. She clamps the book under her arm and gives a brief nod to excuse herself and walks out of the area. Kiyone exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Devmani arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

E'ren looks a little scandalized at Khory's reaction--he didn't say anything objectionable, did he? He's been on his best behavior, honestly! "Well, I'm sure you can ask around and find someone without too much trouble. I'd hate to have you /walk/ to Ista, when someone could help you deliver the message so easily." And that long walk would take Khory away from High Reaches for longer than E'ren would like.

Emerald eyes slide over to regard the messenger. Actually, she hadn't noticed he was standing there, it wasn't a matter of curiosity at all. "Reiko," she sais quietly, the single word passing for an introduction. No, there is no point in expecting full sentences before at least the fourth mug. Where /is/ that pot?

Devmani wanders on in, unusually bored...the inseperable buddy team of Dev and Tev is currently..well..seperated. He flops into a chair, disturbing the poor feline in his pack. "Oh..sorry, Aisha!" As for the lizards..they're quite happily chewing away at his hair.

Kinecha pushes the pot back into Reiko line of sight, grinning at the confused look on her face. "Klah?" She shoots a glance back at E'ren, moving her eyes to the messenger and then back to Reiko. Leaning back in her chair, she takes a long swig of klah, not really needing the liquid to wake up, but it was nice when you'd been doing drills in the rain all morning.

Khory just can't help blushing at most things E'ren says.. More than likely because of earlier comments, stated past candlemarks ago. However, he does manage to nod his head, and state, "Well, I guess I should be off looking for a rider then.." Oh my, now that didn't come out right. And as for Reiko's quite greeting, Khor does grin, and being the polite guy he is.. *cough, most of the time* he reaches over to a near side table to grab a new pitcher, in case the one on the table runs out sooner than later.

E'ren can certainly take a hint, and it doesn't take more than half a dozen hints before the greenrider acknowledges that Khory might need a little time before any innocent comment doesn't send him diving under the table to hide. "I guess you should. My weyr's right above the lake, if you happen to come looking for me," he says with a wink at the young man. "Xeth and I have to get ready for late drills now. I'll be looking forward to seeing you soon, though." He gets up heads for the Bowl, smiles and waves given to folks as he passes.

Reiko takes the pot from Kinecha with a mumbled thanks and refills her mug. Khory's comment earns him a finely arched eyebrow. Find a rider, indeed. But she does smile as the second pot appears - in a twisted sort of way that almost reaches her eyes. No such thing as too much klah, after all.

Kinecha chuckles softly as E'ren makes a move for the Bowl. Greenriders! She makes a mental notes to stay clear of greenrider, though it would probably prove to be impossible. Especially living in a Weyr filled with greenriders.

Khory ends up waving to the rider as he passes out of the cavern, and then, with a sigh, grabs a seat at the table that E'ren vacated. An empty cup is grabbed, and he pours himself a bit of that well-eyed klah. "So," he starts, after a sip of the brew. "Have any idea of who I can grab to gimme a ride up to Ista?"

E'ren exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Devmani places his pack down, so as to not disturb Aisha again. "There ya go, lovey!" Oh..people! Best not be impolite, yeah? He hops up, and gives each one a big, squishy hug, 'fore flopping down again. "Hi! I'm Devmani! Nice to meetchya!"

Kiyone walks in from the Central Bowl.

Reiko looks across the table at Khory, emerald eyes twinkling with an amused light. "Seems you missed a golden opportunity," she notes idly. Oh, must be that third mug talking! Then she's abruptly hugged, and she eyes the culprit narrowly. Ohhhh, it's that friend of Tevya's. "Hi," she says dryly. "I'm Reiko."

Kiyone walks back in from the Bowl, her face still wears a shocked look on it. She walks back over to her former spot, book still tucked under her arm.

Kinecha shrugs at the messengers question. "Most riders'll be willing enough to give you a ride," she notes, giving Khory a look. Even without asking favors in return. "If not, their dragons'll convince them to spend a nice afternoon in the heat down south." Dragons loved the heat down there, the guard had discovered after a couple of turns in the weyr.

Kiyone stops in her tracks and slowly turns around to look at Reiko, "I'm sorry, are you speak to me? She blushes a bit for sounding rude.

Arutha goes home.

Reiko swings her head around at the unfamiliar voice, suddenly noticing there's another person in the room. Looking vaguely confused, she shakes her head and waves a hand to indicate Devmani.

Kiyone ducks her head a bit and states, "Oh forgive me, I didn't mean to presume..." She trails off looking a bit pale.

Devmani hops up and gives Kiyone a big, squishy hug. "I remember you! We met..yesterday, yeah? Nice to see you again!" Before sitting down again, he stops to give Khory an..inspection. "Hey..you're cute!" Now, to be dragged away..wait..no? No..no Tevya to do the dragging..so, back to the chair.

Kiyone drops her book as she is hugged and blushes as she scrambles to pick it up.

Khory blinks. Oh no. Not again. However, he seems to have his blushing under control, the messenger manages to smile, and reply, "Thanks. And you're.. Um.. friendly." And with that, he turns to spy the rather shy girl running to hide within the pages of her book again. "Hey there.." he says, picking it up for her. "Here you go."

Stammering a thank you, Kiyone takes the book from Khory. She brushes her escaping long blonde strands back from her face to reveal her stunning blue eyes.

Khory grins. Well now.. It's certainly nice to be the one making other people blush...

Kiyone tosses the length of hair from the other side back over her shoulder as she shyly smiles and looks for a place to read.

Kinecha drains her mug, giving each person in the cavern a look, before her eyes end up on Reiko again. She sighs, then gets out of her chair, stretching before leaning down to mumble something in Reiko's ear.

You overhear Kinecha mutter, "... need to ... ... ... ... ... ... see ... later, ..." to Reiko.

Devmani folds his arms. "Well, I know I'm friendly.." Actually a bit edgy today...best friend withdrawal, perhaps. Hans is plucked from his shoulder and scritched..Soujirou doesn't want to move. No, stay and chew humanpet's hair.

Reiko blinks, then nods, looking a little sulky. She just got civil! Pushing the mug away from herself she slouches down in her chair. "Yeah... see ya."

Kinecha straightens, giving Reiko's shoulder a squeeze, then turns toward the Bowl, taking a deep breath before taking the first step toward the outside.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.