Mneoth crouches low as you shift to the ground below.

Sinead quietly steps in from the Central Bowl.

Sinead slips into the caverns. Looking around Ead spots a familiar face or two. "Heylo Chelle! Khena!" She exclaims to them as she grabs a mug of klah and finds herself a perch.

Khena moves slowly into the caverns, checking first who's here, or more importantly who's not. Heading to the hearth, her steps are measured and slow, and only slightly wobbly. Reaching her destination, she pours a large mug of klah, then disposes of herself in a comfy-chair in front of the fire, effectively ignore anyone, though Sinead does get a look for her exclamation.

Chelle has been seated in one corner of the living caverns for quite a while now. Is she hiding? Or is she just sitting there? Does anyone know? A wine glass sits before her, and she stares into the distance until known voices are heard. She blinks and then smiles slightly, "Hi Sinead..." Khena, too, is noticed, with a wave and smile.

Sinead nods a bit to the two. "How are you two, and Rhajath and Mneoth of course?" She asks, hoping she managed to get Khena's brown right. Quara smooches Khena! Khena is smooched!

Khena drinks deeply of her klah, emptying the mug in a matter of minutes, then heaves herself out of her chair to get a refill. "Oh, Mneoth's just fine," she says, glancing at Sinead, attempting a smile to the guard, while neglecting to say anything about her own condition. "He keeps asking me which Wing we'll be tapped for..." Not that the rider could answer that, since no one had approached her on the subject, even if she did have her suspecions on which Wing they'd end up in.

Chelle raises an eyebrow at Sinead, but answers anyway, "We're just fine..Like we were earlier." A slight smile emerges. "How're you?" Wine glass is emptied and thunked down on the table. "Same with me, Khena..Rhajath just /has/ to know, and I don't have any idea yet...Nobody's said anything to /me/ yet!" Sinead eyes both Khena and Chelle and summarily decides, they may both be drunk (*but if you're not swat me*). The guard just smiles and sits. "I'd tell them both to just be patient and enjoy their time when they don't have a wing to fly in."

Rianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper in from the Central Bowl.

Nodding at Sinead, Khena slips into a chair across from Chelle, a sigh escaping her lips. "We'll know soon enough," she notes, taking another swig of klah, grimacing as she burns her tongue on the hot liquid. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if I end up riding for Mudslide." Leaning back in her chair, she glances down at the table, then up at Chelle again, giving the bluerider a faint smile.

Chelle isn't drunk...just feeling wierd? "Rhajath wants duties...He wants to /do/ things..." What he wants to do isn't said, though. She eyes Khena with a raised brow, "And what's wrong with Mudslide? /Is/ there something wrong with Mudslide?" Rianne is noted and a hand is lifted, inviting her to join them, if she wishes.

Rianne waltzes into the caverns... yes, she waltzes, she dances.. and looks highly energized and ready to keep going with it for the forseeable future... if she did not see the others already gathered there.. her fellow weyr- No.. they aren't anymore. "Khena! Chelle!" Rianne calls out in a singsong voice, sending her whirling steps over in their direction, and nodding to their other companion as well. "I just almost thought.. 'Oh, there are my fellow weyrlings'.. and it's just not true..." Rianne's eyes sparkle as she slides into a seat. "And it feels wonderful, doesn't it?"

"Nothing." Nothing's wrong with Mudslide. Except P'rru was Wingsecond there, and he'd be overprotective of Khena, she was sure of that. Turning her head just enough to gaze at Rianne, giving her a nod, then turns back to Chelle. "Why? D'you think something's wrong with Mudslide?" Her brow furrows slightly, eyes turning a slight shade of suspecious. So maybe she was already a little protective herself, over the Wing she thought she might be asked to join.

Chelle blinks at Rianne's /obvious/ good and silly mood. WIneglass is filled again from the wineskin that's on her table, nearly full. "No more classes..No more uniforms...Just dragon riding duties. And then there's those of us that are still waiting to see which wing has decided we're good enough for them." she mumbles. Khena is eyes for a looooong moment, "Me? I dunno...I thought /you/ thought there was something wrong with Mudslide...That's why I asked. If /you/ thought something was wrong with Mudslide, then /I'd/ have to figure that something was wrong with it, too, right?" Okay, wierd conjecture, but the only thing Chelle can think up right at the moment.

Rianne nods back to Khena.. for no apparent reason other than to just acknowledge and keep herself in the conversation, it seems. Or maybe not. "Why, are you being tapped for Mudslide, Khena?" Rianne wrinkles her nose at Khena and tilts her head questioningly at her for a moment.. but then Chelle's statements catch her attention and she turns her head even more slightly towards her, just so the sparks in her eyes are visible. "I know... how /wonderful/ does it feel to be able to say that we're all done with that?" Rianne gives a sigh of utter contenment. "Well.. we can wait.. and we can wait some more on the riders' pleasure. In the meantime, we can have some of this /lovely/ wine.." Rianne says, jumping upwards to go fill herself a half glass. "mmm.. Absolutely /maaarvelous/..."

Khena shakes her head at Chelle, a movement she instantly regrets by way of a groan. "Nothing wrong with Mudslide," she says, voice more firm now, a glance going to Sinead, giving the guard a crooked grin. "And nothing wrong with uniforms, am I right, Ead?" So says the former guard. Looking back at Rianne, she rolls a shoulder in a shrug, face contorting in a grimace, "dunno, really. But I think I might end up in Mudslide." For no reasons further explained by the brownrider.

Sinead shakes her head, not regretting it. "no, nothing wrong with uniforms, especially if they match your favorite blue dragon." She chuckles, sending a grin Chelle's way.

Chelle tilts her head to one side, looking at Rianne, "Wonderful? Did you say /wonderful/?" she has to think about that for a minute, "Hmm...yes, I guess you can say that...But now we're /responsible/. When we were weyrlings, we were /expected/ to make mistakes..." Not that Chelle, the superweyrling, ever made many. "Wine...yes, wine..." She drinks down a bit more wine and then scoots the skin over towards Sinead, "You might as well have some, too! I can't drink it all myself, you know!" She sighs at Khena, "You're lucky, at least you have an /idea/. I don't have even a /clue/ as to where /I'm/ going. Maybe they'll put me in a wing all to myself!" a slight giggle emerges at this point. The giggle is stifled into just a grin as she takes in Sinead's blue hair, "Rhajath likes it."

"And you think they expect us to be perfect now?" Rianne says with a choke of laughter, coming back towards the chair, shaking her head. "Responsible? What is this.. responisble of which you speak?" Rianne says with a bit of a mock confused look on her face. "Yes, I /am/ kidding, thank you very much," Rianne tacks on a moment later, sliding gracefully into a seat and curling up there with her leather clad legs beneath her. "Mudslide? Well.. that wouldn't be so bad, I shouldn't think. Except you'd have to put up with P'rru.. that cantakerous old man," Rianne gives a mock sniff.

Sinead eyes the skin, then takes it and has a quick drink. The guard pauses for a moment and nods. "Hmmm, nice," she states as she looks about the room yet again.

Khena lifts an eyebrow at Chelle, the rest of her not moving an inch, not even to sip at her klah. Things were much better if she didn't move. Though, Rianne soon has her out of that motionless pose by her comment on her adopted father. "P'rru's the kindest man in this Weyr," she says, eyes locking onto the bluerider. "He may be a little... Odd.. At times, but he'd never hurt anyone." Pushing away her klah-mug, the brownrider gets up to get a pitcher of ale and a clean mug. No reason at all to get sober now. "And it'd be an hon... Honor, riding for him," she finishes off, sitting back into her chair pouring a healthy amount of ale into her mug.

Chelle blinks at RIanne, /really/ confused, "You know what I mean...Responsible..." It takes her a moment to get it through her brain that Rianne is teasing. "Oh..." and she subsides to her wine once again. She grabs at Sinead and 'her' skin of wine, "Hey, there /are/ glasses, you know. It's more proper to drink it that way." she admonishes in one of her best 'nanny' tones. "P'rru is old." is the only thing that she really knows about him, so she has to say it, just to get it in.

Sinead chuckles at Chelle's comment as the guard stands to get some glasses. "Hmm, do you need a glass, or have you one already and I'm a plain dimglow?" She asks smiling as she brushes a hand through her blue colored hair.

Rianne looks over to Khena and gives her a bit of a bow from her seat. "Touche, Khena, but he is /quite/ grouchy when he wants to be. Or maybe perhaps that's just with me. Or maybe not," Rianne says, apparently thinking back on some past event, shaking her head slightly. "Well, I personally do not think that I will be riding for Mudslide, unless P'rru decides to take so he has someone to argue with when he's in a bad mood," Rianne says in a wry tone, sipping more of her wine and looking over to Chelle carefully. "Perhaps I'd better drop that idea, neh? Let's just say it feels nice to be a full rider and leave it at that, yes?"

"P'rru's not old," Khena states as fact, her eyes finding Chelle over the rim of her mug. "H'well's old, not P'rru." Turning back to Rianne, she rolls a shoulder at her statement on the 'old' brownrider's temper. Nothing she could argue with there, was there. No matter how much she liked P'rru, it was a fact that he /did/ have a bad temper. Taking a swig of ale, she draws in a deep breath, leaning back in her chair again. "It's just a matter of time 'fore they come for us."

Chelle clutches her own wineglass in her hand, still half full with her third? fourth? fifth?? glass. "/I've/ got one! But if anybody else wants my wine, get 'em a glass!" she demands. Rianne is glanced at, her words floating by on a hazy cloud. Chelle isn't going to worry about things right now..."Riding is nice, yes!" she murmers. "We get pretty leathers, and nice weyrs...A'course mines all /blue/. Like Sinead's hair!" she points out the item. Khena's outburst brings Chelle's head around, eyes wide, "He's /not/? Well, if you say so, then." she'll let it go. "Yup, they'll come for us and then we'll never get away!" she states matter of factly, leaning back and trying unsuccessfully to cross one ankle over one knee.

"If you say so, Khena," Rianne says with a bit of a smile, finishing off her /first/ glass, thank you very much, and then rising from her chair. "Well, it's been lovely to see you both, but I'm afraid I must be getting out to fresh air to clear my head. Good luck with your.. deliberations," Rianne says, apparently searching for a word before she offers an elaborate salute and slips out the door into the cold night air, calling, "Kearneth!" in a musically soft voice. "Up we go, darling.."

Rianne exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Sinead nods to Chelle, not in the slightest concerned about her apparent drunkeness. A glass is grabbed for herself as she turns to look at everyone else. "Wine glass? Hmmm?" She asks before heading back towards Chelle.

Khena tilts her head at Chelle, her eyes narrowing slightly at the rider's behaviour, a brief thought coming to the fore of her mind that she'd had too much to drink. A thought that is quickly pushed aside by her own need for another swig of ale. Rianne gets a wave, then her head is cocked at Chelle and Sinead again. "You can have some of my ale, Sinead," she says, waving a hand at the pitcher on the table in front of her. "It really's much better'n wine."

Chelle waves slightly as Rianne leaves, "She didn't drink much with us. She must not be celebrating!" she concludes. Sinead is allowed to take the wineskin, and then she has to refill her own glass of course! Khena gets a shake of Chelle's head, "Wine's better...It tastes sweet. Ale's....ale!" she ends, as if it's a great revelation

Sinead thinks for a moment as she fills her glass half full with Chelle's wine. "Well, we will just have to see about that," she says before taking a sip of the wine, liking the taste.

Khena isn't celebrating either. She's drowning her sorrows, but doesn't let anyone on to that. "Wine's... " she starts, groping for an approprite way to shoot down wine. "Wine's.. It's too sweet." Stealing Chelle's own words to use against bluerider's opinion on the liquid. "Ale's much better, Sinead," she tells the guard, nodding severely. "If you wanna be drinking with 'em brutes in the barracks you'd better learn to drink ale. They'd never touch wine over there!"

Chelle grins her triumph at Khena as Sinead decides on /her/ wine, though on second thought, she pushes at the wineskin forelornly. It's beginning to feel a bit empty. "Depends on what kind ya drink, doesn't it?" she responds to Khena's opinion. "That's just /it/, Khena! Why be like a bunch o' brutes?"

S'nor walks in from the Central Bowl.

Sinead chuckles as she nods her head a bit. "Aye, I'd rather be a lady," then she chuckles, "Not like I actually ever will be a lady though." She nods again and takes another small sip, savoring the taste.

S'nor makes his usual treck to the Klah pots and glowers at them as he checks them, "Not a one is fresh," he scowls as he grabs a few meatrolls and turns to find himself someplace to set, mumbling about the lack of decent klah, and then when he bites in to his meatroll he starts off on a whole nother rant about the stale meatrolls...

S'nor picks up Sasha's Body Tangle Dice.

Khena chuckles at Sinead, giving the ale-pitcher a slight push toward the guard. "Sooner or later they'll rope you into a drinking contest," she says, looking at the young guard, "take my word for it... And you wanna be prepared for that." Giving very sound advice, she is, having been a guard herself once. Before leaning back in her chair, she takes the opportunity to refill her own mug, tilting her head toward Chelle. "It can be useful, Chelle, being a brute," she notes, glancing at S'nor as she hears his voice across the room.

Chelle laughs at Sinead, "See there! A lady is always better when you're female! What female wants to be a brute?" another drink of wine is taken and then she blinks as new entrants are noted in the caverns. "SHe doesn't have to say /yes/ you know!" she comes back at Khena in Sinead's defense. "What's useful about it?" she ponders, "I can think of /no useful purpose/ that being a brute would serve!"

S'nor continues to mutter his explicitives as he nibbles on the stale meatrolls, "Can't anyone make decent klah?" is his mumbled greeting to the trio as he approches them..

Sinead chuckles as she finishes of the wine in a quick gulp. "Now, Chelle, I said I would have to try both to see." She nods her head before turning to see S'nor. "Hello," she greets before turning to Khena. "May I?" She motions towards the ale.

Chelle raises an eyebrow at S'nor as he approaches, shaking her head, "Don't look at /me/! I've /burned/ the sharding stuff before." giggles escape her once more, "Kitchens and I don't mix! They kicked me outta there once or twice as a candidate!" Yup, she remembers /that/! She watches Sinead in disbelief, prodding at the half-empty wine skin, "But...but..../this/ is better!" she mumbles, and demonstrates by draining her glass once again.l S'nor

Khena might take offense to Chelle's none too subtle statements. "It'll keep certain /male/ elements away from you, is one thing. Another is, you'd be able to protect yourself from those /male/ elements," she notes, nodding to Sinead in the same instant, grinning at the bluerider. "Go ahead, Sinead.. There's plenty where that came from," she says, looking up at S'nor as he approaches. "Wouldn't you agree, S'nor? That ale's much better'n wine?"

Chelle raises an eyebrow at S'nor as he approaches, shaking her head, "Don't look at /me/! I've /burned/ the sharding stuff before." giggles escape her once more, "Kitchens and I don't mix! They kicked me outta there once or twice as a candidate!" Yup, she remembers /that/! She watches Sinead in disbelief, prodding at the half-empty wine skin, "But...but..../this/ is better!" she mumbles, and demonstrates by draining her glass once again. "And I guess that's a /good/ thing?" she asks Khena with another slightly tipsy giggle.

Sinead chuckles a bit and turned to Chelle. "Now it's only fair for me to give them both a try. I must admit that the wine is quite good," she nods pausing for a moment as she takes another sip. "But, Khena has a point, and the ale's not too bad itself."

S'nor shrugs lightly and huffs, "I prefer a nice Wine," he responds as he aquires himself a chair without asking if he can join them, "If I only had something to drink, these Sharding meatrolls wouldn't be so bad," he sighs..

Kh'ryn walks, with casual strides in from the Central Bowl.

Of course it's a good thing, or she wouldn't be saying it, now would she. Never mind that Khena might not be all too rational at this point, but she nods at Chelle. "If Sinead's gonna stand a chance with the guards," and here the brownrider wiggles a finger at the blueclad girl, "she'll have to learn how to drink ale. /And/ how to fend for herself." Of course, that last part would come natuarally with the training. Glancing at S'nor, she moves her head slowly in a shakes from one side to the other. "All's I have is ale... But Chelle has some wine," she offers on behalf of the other.

Kh'ryn comes stalking back into the caverns, looking far worse for wear. Seems he did manage to find that wine afterall. However, he's certainly not falling down drunk. No, just... enlightened. A few drinks in him and he's smiling again... No blushing in sight either. See what a little liquid courage can do for a man?

Chelle huffs at Sinead, but in the end just leaves it alone. After all, if Sinead wants to drink ale, that's more wine for herself, right? Well, until S'nor makes his preference known! "I guess you c'n have some a mine, if ya need somethin' to drink." she mutters, filling her glass before pushing the skin towards him. "Sinead, you still have some glasses?" She sighs as she turns her attention towards Khena, "Well, I guess /you'd/ know..." and she leaves it at that.

Sinead nods as she steps with some remaining grace and grabs a glass, taking it over to Chelle she sets it down. "See, Chelle, if I drank of your wine there wouldn't be much left for you, know would there. So, I'm being considerate." She nods again and finds a seat where she continues to drink the ale in her glass.

S'nor turns his gaze from Khena to Chelle, his expression turning to a smile, "Why, thank you m'dear," he says as he pulls out his everhandy glass and fills it full of wine, "I thank you," he says as he hands the skin back to her and grins, "Ah, this day's starting to look up already,"

Kh'ryn hears the message about wine, and look at this! He's still got some from the celebrations earlier. Or was that later? He's not sure.. he hasnt' gotten to bed yet. Raising his bottle high, he states, "Hey there! Got some Sparkling white here!" Sure, it's no Benden, but he's willing to share. At least he's a friendly drunk.

Khena would know about being a guard, but a lenghthy explanation on the subject is avoided as she spots Kh'ryn slip into the caverns. Waving to the bluerider, she beams a rather large smile at him. "Khor! Congratulations," she calls out, the banging in her head dulled enough by ale to notice it by now. "Inferno, eh?"

Chelle raises an eyebrow at Sinead, then takes a glance at the wineskin, "Drink your ol' ale, then...I'll just share the wine with S'nor!" Hmph! She grins at S'nor, raising her glass in a toasting gesture, "To a /wonderful/ day!" No matter that it's nearly over. "Well, I got /Benden/!" she declares towards Kh'ryn. He can't beat /that/! Wait! Is there a contest going on here? 'Who Has The Best Drink'...."A'course there's not much left."

S'nor sips on his wine, smiling thankfully at Chelle, "Aye, a wonderful day," he agrees as he drains half his glass in toast, then turns to offer a brief wave to Kh'ryn, then adds, "Oh, and congradulations to all you for graduating today," as an after thought as he sips his wine and nibbles on his meatrolls..

Sinead chuckles and smiles to Chelle. "Ahh, but I certainley do like the wine, it's good, quite good," she smiles again. "But, I'm being nice and allowing you to have you're wine." The guard nods a bit, to both Kh'ryn and Chelle before she finishes and goes over towards the table of refreshements and spots a pitcher of ale, which she promptly swipes and takes to her table, not believing it fair to drink of the ale in Khena's pitcher.

Kh'ryn accepts the congrats with another smile and wave of his bottle. "Oy. Yay, got my wings, I did.." he half mumbles, half stutters, weaving his way to where Khena is. To Chelle, he grins and motions to the wine again. "Yeah, you have Benden. But I have more.." Hic. And that is a good thing. TM.

"Thank you, S'nor," Khena says, eyes taking on a glitter not present earlier. Draining her mug, she refills it instantly, chuckling at Sinead as she brings back her own pitcher. "Told'ya it was good." Another smile is beamed at Kh'ryn, her mug being raised in a salute, though she doesn't wait for it to be answered before taking a swig from the mug.

Chelle blinks for a moment. Not just one blink, but two or three or ten or twelve. Things are a bit fuzzy at times. She nearly takes another drink of wine, but then stops, setting it back on the table with a *thunk* She'll wait a while. She doesn't want to pass out yet. "Yup, we're graduated." Duh! Sinead is smiled at, "You're forgiven, Sinead...I guess you can like ale if you /want/ to." she decides with good grace. "Well...I c'n always get another..." Or she hopes she can, looking around for that drudge that will do your bidding if you've got a bit of a mark. "I've got /connections/." she informs with a wink towards Kh'ryn. Khena just gets a slight glare. Chelle's not very happy with her at the moment.

Sinead smiles brightly towards Chelle. "I believe," she says as she takes another drink of her now refilled cup, "that ale should be saved, and though this is an important day for you, I should leave the wine for you to drink." Ead nods again, her brain and logic it still working. "It's unfortunate Hanabit isn't here, he certainly tried to get me drunk earlier today."

S'nor smiles at Chelle as he drains the last of his wine, and retrieves the wine skin, getting barely a half-glass before it empties, he sighs, "Chelle dear, I do believe we'll need more wine," he turns towards Khena as he gulps down the little bit of wine he had left, "Or maybe... I can try some Ale," he comments thoughtfully....

Kh'ryn is happy with everyone, so after acknowledging Khena's toast, he then greets everyone else in the same manner. Raise of bottle, toss head back, pour wine in. Mmmm, good stuff, this. Ale, on the other hand, is given a disconcerting look. "That stuff gives you headaches though.." he comments, mostly to himself than to anyone else. "So does firewhiskey.." Which is a mistake he'll not be bound to make again for a long time. As he takes a seat, he makes a motion to tug on his knot; making sure it, and his new badge, are still there. Yep. All's safe.

Khena smirks slightly in Chelle's direction as she indicates the ale pitcher for S'nor, then changes her mind and hurries to get a mug for the brownrider, pouring it for him. "It's good stuff, I tell ya... And it really only gives ya headaches if you mix it with wine..." Well, maybe she'd just said too much, but she still pushes the mug o' ale toward S'nor. "It really's not as bad as /some/ people'll have you belive," she assures him, nodding slowly, then makes a show of savouring the taste of it as she sips from her own mug.

Chelle stares at Sinead for a moment, "Ha-na-bi" she says slowly, "That's his name, y'know!" Maybe she /didn't/! "WHy'd he try to get /you/ drunk?" she asks uncomprehendingly. S'nor is next on her list of 'People to Glare Wrathfully At' "You're drinking the /last/ of m'wine?" she can't believe it! After a moment of silence, she looks around again, still not being able to spot her favorite drudge. "Sharditall" she finally says, slumping back in her chair in sullen silence. Few moments pass, however, before she has to intercede, "Ale's nasty!" she has to defend her stance. Kh'ryn is given a smile as he adds to her own 'side' of the argument, "See? Y'wanna wake up with a headache?" she asks Sinead. "Does /not/!" she challenges Khena

Sinead eyes the two riders for a moment. "But Hanabit is much more fun, and, well, how am I supposed to know why that silly trader boy was trying to get me drunk, but he was." She nods a bit before continuing her glaring. "And I'll tell you what's gonna give me a headache is the two of you." She nods her head abruptly. "An besides, I probably won't get to sleep until the wee hours of the morning."

S'nor glances up at Kh'ryn and pauses in thought, "Headaches," he mumbles as he thinks, then he smiles, "That's why I got a weyrmate, to take care of me when I drink too much," he grins proudly, accepting the mug from Khena, then turns towards Chelle, "I have plenty of wine back at my weyr, you're welcome to come by anytime and browse through my collection," then he turns back to Khena and smiles, "I thank you for the ale, m'dear," he says as he takes a light sip, followed by a longer gulp, "Hey... This ain't too bad!"

Kh'ryn nearly loses his smile there for a minute, at the mention of 'weyrmates' and all of that. Covering up for it is easy though, as he titls bottle back and takes another long pull of the wine.

Khena's grin becomes wider, if at all possible and a wink is tosses Chelle-wards. "Maybe you should try it yourself, Chelle? May find you like it, after all," she says teasingly as she lifts her mug in another salute, this time including everyone at the table. "How's your training going, Sinead? They're not giving you a hard time, are they? If they're just tell 'em you're a close personal friend of mine..." Oy. Maybe the brownrider /should/ stop drinking now. Pronouncing people she hardly knew 'personal friends of hers' was not a good sign of her soberness.

Rianne sweeps confidently, with just the slightest hint of a whisper in from the Central Bowl.

Sinead chuckles and gives the brown riders a wide smile. "Training's fun actually," Ead nods as she takes another gulp of her ale. The guard waves to Sua and Rianne as they enter the caverns and she returns to the conversation at hand.

Chelle blinks at Sinead, a slight frown on her face, "I'm giving you a headache?" she asks with a trace of surprise. She sighs, "I don't give people headaches!" S'nor is eyed for a moment as she decides whether or not to forgive him for drinking the last of her wine, and for turning traitor to the 'ale' side of things, "/Lots' of wine? Maybe I will one of these days." she nods her agreement. "Got lots of Benden, I hope?" His words about the ale, however, causes Chelle to turn up her nose at him, "It is /too/ bad!" She picks up her glass again, nearly getting it to her lips before she remembers that there's nothing /in/ it. "Nope, no ale for /me/" She'll stand by her wine until...well, probably until she's sober and nursing a huge headache in the morning!

"Your. Dragons. Are carrying off a poor little boy." These are Rianne's greeting words as she swings around the door to lean against the sides with a faint smile on her face. "I just thought that you all might want to know that," Rianne adds mildly, walking smoothly into the light and looking around the circle of riders mors spectifically at Chelle, Sua, and Kh'ryn, it seems.

S'nor sips on the Ale for a few more moments then smiles up at Khena, "You must put me in contact with someone so I can order me some of this wonderful ale," then he turns to smile at Chelle, "Yes, it's rather good, You should try it dear," he comments with a smile, then nods to her question, "Yes, bunch of wine, All kinds, 'specially Benden.. My Favorite," he adds to Chelle as he turns to offer a wave to the newly arrived people..

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.. Someone seems to have found it nice to drink up her supply of wine, which of course is Sua. She simply bounces into the caverns, unable to move quickly in any other way with the new leathers that she is currently wearing. And the brownrider has a new knot, which might add to the little joyful dance. If you can call it a dance... "'Lo, people," she calls out with a brightening grin, bobbing her head quickly as she quickly bounces-- rather, attempts to walk normally to find some more of that wine which she unfortunately has no more left of.

Sinead blinks at Chelle. "I didn't say you where giving me a headache, nope, not I." She nods as she refills her yet again empty mug. "Each to there own," she states, addressing both Chelle and Khena, and somehow managing to sound completly and totally sober.

Khena decides not to react to Rianne's statement a quick query of Mneoth assuring her that he was doing nothing of the sort. Chuckling at S'nor, she waggles her finger at Chelle, glancing quickly to the bluerider. "P'rru'd know who to speak to.. With.." *hic* "He's got very good connections at Tillek," she assured the brownrider in a sombre tone, then starts to chuckle again for no apparent reason.

Well, since nearly everyone else is rather drunk, or on their way to being so, Kh'ryn feels right at home. At Rianne's greeting from the door, he raises his head and hollers, "He was only having funnn..." Though a tiny, wicked smile does follow said yell. A giggle escapes him at Khena's drunken slurs, and he raises his bottle again in toast to the brownrider.

Takovic arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Chelle raises an eyebrow slightly as she tries to focus on Rianne, "What? Rhajath's carrying off a /what/? He doesn't wanna do /that/ Kids mess up rooms. His blueness would be messed up if he takes him to my weyr." she tries to reason it out, "B'sides, he tells me that it's not /him/ that's doing it!" she stares at Kh'ryn and Sua and Khena, "Must be one a' /yours/!" She frowns at her empty glass and then looks up at S'nor, "You can't drink them /both/! How can you /do/ that? You're being untrue to the /wine/!" Umm...yeah... Sinead is shrugged at, "If ya want ale, then drink ale..." Eyes blink once again, several times in fact. There's two of Kh'ryn now...and Sinead is looking a bit far away....blue hair and all.

"But since you're all so loverly into your wine.... I'll just assume that this is okay with you," Rianne says with a mild look around the room... her gaze just slightly tipsy as her steps are a dance.. but that's not so unusual. At least she's not anywhere near as far gone as the others. "Fun? Well.... you tell that to that terrifed youngin'. He looked like he was about to have an apoplexy. In midair." All this is rather dispassionately observed as she slides into a seat near the other weyrlings, almost immediately finding a glass to sip of.

Sinead looks at Rianne. "I can assure you that i' wasn' mine, I don't got one." Ead smiles, her words becoming a bit slurred, but not so that it can't be understood. "Though, I mus' say, the kids lucky t' be carried off by a dragon." Ead smiles again as she runs a hand through her bright hair.

S'nor's eyes drift back to Khena with a smile, "Aye, I'll speak with my Wingsecond about it as soon as I can get my hands on him," he smiles, then ponders, "Or perhaps we could just go up to his weyr and raid his collection," he thinks about this with a growing smile, then he turns back towards Chelle his face sinking in to a frown, "No more wine?" he pouts as he looks at his empty wineglass in one hand and his mostly full Ale Mug in the other, "Now this can't be good," he sighs..

"Think you had too much wine, Chelle?" Sua chuckles lightly, watching her from the corner of her eye as she continues her search for more skins to take back with her... Oh no, that's just an excuse to try and listen in to some gossip. However, the brownrider does take herself a glass of a drink, slipping back towards a seat by the crowd as she leans in to listen. She doesn't look obvious, does she?

Kh'ryn nods his head enthusiastically. "Ayup. Fine fine.. Everything's fine." See how simple life is when you're drunk? Any worries just go flying out the door. Just as dragons go flying off with young lads. Ahem. He glances at his own wine bottle, which is starting to get dangerously low. "We need more wine!" he comments, loudly, to the rest of the group. "More wine now!" But where can they gather said delicacy? At S'nor's mention, ears perk up and Kh'ryn gives the older rider a look. You know.. THAT look, that says, 'please continue.' Raiding a wine cellar sounds like jolly good fun right now.

"The only dragon in this Weyr who'd ab.. Abd.. Steal someone away's Dsalth," Khena says, her voice quite serious, though another fit of chuckles manages to break that facade. "'Sides, Mneoth'd never have kids in his weyr either... I think he's got lot's stacked in his weyr somewhere," she says, the last part meant for S'nor about P'rru stash of drinkable goods.

"Well.. if he survives that faint.. I'm sure he'll find it fascinating," Rianne says, relaxing into her seat and curling up with a rather contented smile on her face, sipping from her wine and turning once to Sua to say. "Too much? Why.. what a restraintive philosophy. Especially on this night, I should think..." Rianne sips at the last of her wine in her glass, her eyes wandering around the room almost aimlessly from one person to another, eyes alighting finally on Khena. "Well... these dragons must be feeling er.. as good as many of you are. Qelketh and Zylpheth were two of them..." Rianne's eyes dance and then they turn interestly towards S'nor's comments.

"Teach 'im' to mess with /our/ dragons, then, won't it?" Chelle responds to Rianne. "Sinead, Rha'll carry you off, if'n you want 'im to. He likes your hair." she giggles, "It matches our weyr." she explains to everybody in a proud voice. "It's /blue/!" S'nor is pouted at and her wineglass twirled in unsteady fingers, "No more wine...and it was so /nice/!" Sua gets a blink, and a small frown, "Too much /wine/? I haven't had too much wine! ANybody got /more/?" she eyes Kh'ryn and his wineskin in askance.

Sinead snickers at Chelle's statement. "Ah, just match yer weyr in general, ah'm all blue!" She exclaims happily about that fact. "Isn't blue such perty color?" Does this guard sound like she's getting drunk? Oh, dear.

S'nor offers his Ale Mug towards Chelle, "Try some of this, it's just as good as wine.. Almost," he ammends quickly, then adds, "Or, I could go back to my weyr and dig up some more wine," he glances over at Kh'ryn and nods, "Yes, we do need more wine," He agrees as he slumps in to his seat, not wanting to move to go get the wine, and then he'd have to lug it all back...

Sua shrugs a shoulder, slumping back with a smug smile on her face.. Why smug? No one will ever know... "Too much wine, yes.. It is possible. When you've got too much wine, you're jus' a person that is too drunk." Which this brownrider isn't at the moment, but might just be getting there.. "I came 'ere to get more wine. There isn't 'ny more?" Sniff... Her amber eyes glance from one rider to another before she slumps even lower in her seat, only to haver her little companion come chittering out from her spot in the jacket.

"I like blue!" comes Kh'ryn's hollered reply at that. Seeing Chelle eyeing his wine, he pulls the bottle back. Then, thinking better of it, he offers some to the other rider. "Oh, alright, you can have some. But don't drink it all." Stupid move, as he offers the whole thing over. I betcha he won't be seeing that for a while.. If ever again. Oh yeah, they've got to find more alcohol somewhere around here...

"Can't be Mneoth. Mneoth's asleep," Khena says, eyes focusing on Kh'ryn first, then S'nor. "But there's plenty o' ale right here." Motioning to the pitcher on the table, she peers into her mug, finding it empty, then leans forward to pick up the pitcher, finding that empty as well. "Empty," she mutters, setting it back on the table with a loud bang, and letting a deep sigh escape her lips, leans back in her chair.

Chelle giggles at Sinead, sharing the joke, "You'll get lost in there, if you went up to my weyr. Nobody'd be able to find ya." Eyes brighten at S'nor's offer, "Ohhhh you'd go get us some more /wine/? That'd be just wonderful." His mug being offered, she stares at it but then shakes her head. He said /more wine/! "There's more wine in S'nor's weyr." she informs Sua. Kh'ryn is grinned at as empty glass is held out to him, "You like blue, and you like wine...You're sweet." she giggles. She won't take his /whole/ wineskin. After all, then she can bother him for more later, right? "Go get s'more ale, Khena...You like that stuff so much, /you/ go get it!" she baits.

"Well... you all enjoy yourselves. I'm going to go see what Kearneth's outside hollering about." And wiht that, Rianne looks around once more, a bit of a concerned look cast towards Kh'ryn.. apparently about to say something, but she bites her tongue and refrains, walking briskly out from the caverns.

Rianne exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Sinead smiles brightly towards Kh'ryn before turning to Khena. "Here," she pushes her pitcher of ail towards the rider as she too notes that the browns mug is empty. The guard looks towards Chelle. "I like wine to, very good tasting stuff, good for special occasions when it's not been all drunk up. Oooh, can I go get lost in your weyr?" The last is said in complete serioussness before the guard waves after Rianne.

S'nor's eyes trail around the group, then he nods to Chelle, "I'll get more wine, but I've got to have someone to help me carry it all back," he thinks about this for a few moments..then smiles at Chelle and Khena, "You two would be glad to help me carry the wine back.. Right?" he inquires with a sweet smile for the both of them..

Sua is going to be S'nor's new friend, her eyes brightening over to the brownrider quickly. "Ah, wine at his weyr?" Grin... "Bringing down some, as well?" Ooh, even better. That means that she won't have to get up off her chair. A piece of meatroll is offered to her ferret, her amber eyes glancing over from one rider to the other curiously. Will they have some more wine shortly?

Kh'ryn pours for Chelle, allowing the liquid to slosh slightly over the brim. "Whooops," he states, almost missing Rianne's exit and look with this serious action of pouring and trying not to spill. At S'nor's mention that they're off to get more wine, Khor reaches over to clap the man on the shoulder. "How good of you. Good man, you are." Words are starting to fail him now, it seems, so he'll just grunt, alright? Looking again to his bottle, he adds, "Fast. Running out. Oy."

Khena shoots a rather displeased look toward Chelle, and a more friendly one to Sinead, even managing a smile to the guard, but she stays as she is, slumped back in her chair, arms hanging down over the armrests. "T'tired t'move," she notes, suddenly wrenching her jaw open in a mighty yawn, her eyes slowly moving toward S'nor. "Help? Carry down /wine/?" Her voice thick with mock disbelief, she gives another mighty yawn. "Not really sure I can move 'nother inch, if I tried..." A short burst of chuckles escape her lips once again, her eyes dancing around the room at the others. "Of course... If you really /need/ me to help...."

Sinead giggles at Khena and the others as she gulps down some more Ale. Then her pale blue eyes turn towards Chelle. "On o' these days ah'll 'ave t' get lost in yer weyr, sounds like 't might be fun." The girl chuckles and nods, she's not to the point where moving her head hurts, though she's getting there.

Chelle laughs at Rianne's back, "Maybe it's Kearneth that's taking kids hostage!" she suggests speculatively before nodding at Sinead, "Just so you find yourself before you have ta go on duty again...Wouldn't want the guards ,to come searching /my/ weyr, ya know" S'nor is blinked at, "Help you? I don't know..." can she even /move/? "I could /try/..." she guesses. Wine trickling down her fingers causes her to look at Kh'ryn in alarm, "Hey, that's too good to /waste/!" And with that, she switches hands on the wineglass so she can lick the rest off her hand. Khena gets the same look she just passed to the bluerider, "Why should /she/ go? She just drinks /ale/." she states stubbornly.

S'nor nods to Khena, "Of course, I can't carry it all myself, any help would be appreciated," he offers his winning smile to her as he turns to wait for Chelle's response, then smiles, "So wonderful of you both to help me," he reaches out hands to take each of their hands and pull them up even as he stands, "Come on now, let's go get some more wine for these poor wineless people," before he starts to drag them towards the Bowl..

Kh'ryn whoopsies again. Finishing the last dregs of wine in his bottle, he decides that maybe he should go in search of more himself, rather than wait for the others to decide and return... Though, this may mean that he'll get lost.. Then again, he should also go and take a look to see if Zylph really is tormenting children in the bowl. Mind thoughts aren't exactly working right now, as his dragon has sort of.. tuned his rider out at the moment. Khor really doesn't blame him either. Giving a little wave to everyone, he pushes himself away from the table and takes a few wobbly steps towards the exit before gathering his equilibrium again. "I'll be back.." he thinks...

Sinead snickers at Chelle's comment. "yah may have to send Rhajath up to find me, otherwise I might end up lost f'rever. An' anyway, 's not like they'd think ah was hidden in yer weyr."

Khena heaves herself out of her chair, clutching the edge of the table for a moment before regaining her balance, then turns slowly to follow S'nor. "Right.. C'ming," she says, her line toward the entrance not quite straight as she wobbles along. "We'll get tha' wine fer ya.." Not that she wouldn't prefer to go to P'rru's and raid his supply of ale instead.

Sua wrinkles her nose quickly, straightening up in her chair quickly. "So is the wine coming 'ny time soon? I do have a few things to go do..." Like sit in her weyr. "Would of thought that everyone would have drank all the wine." She sniffs lightly, tilting her head to one side as she watches the caverns curiously, finally shrugging back her shoulders and tucking away her ferret. "Or else I'll find wine somewhere else, rather.."

Chelle has to drink that last glass of wine, of course, before even /trying/ to rise from her chair. She does so too quickly, of course, and has to grab onto the table in front of her so she won't fall. After a moment, however, she seems to be a bit steadier and moves out away from the table /very/ slowly. "Well, if ya get /too/ lost, just yell. Rha'll find ya." is shot at Sinead. She can't let Khena get out of here first, though, and she lurches between tables to catch up to the others, "Let's go get wine...Benden wine!"

Kh'ryn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

S'nor's not quite as far gone as the other two that are trailing him, so he's the first one out, practicly bouncing up and down as he turns back to encourage them along, "Come on, faster now," he says as he waits just outside for them...

"'M coming, 'm coming," Khena complains, managing to make it outside without serious injury to herself or any furniture in the cavern. "See? I'm here now."

Chelle is there...sorta. She blinks at S'nor's hurry, "Th' longer wine sits, th' better it is, right?" she remembers, though how a few minutes is going to make any difference isn't known...She gets to the door and then waits, "Well...we waiting to decide who gets ta go out first?" she asks in a quarrelsome tone.

S'nor dashes out the door and vaults gracefully on to his dragon's neck, "Let's go get some /wine/!!" he calls happily as Pilloeth Launches in to the air and hovers..

S'nor exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

S'nor clambers up Pilloeth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

With Mneoth lending a weary forearm, you have no trouble getting to a stable seat between his neckridges.

Chelle steps out from the Weyr's living caverns. Above, Rhajath heads in from above the lake. Above, Rhajath drops down towards the Bowl. Rhajath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*. Chelle climbs up, settling herself between Rhajath's neckridges.

Pilloeth takes off.

Pilloeth circles leisurely towards the lake.

Rhajath circles leisurely towards the lake.

Pilloeth soars in for a landing on Branwyth's ledge.

Rhajath soars in for a landing.

S'nor slides from Pilloeth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Chelle slides down Rhajath's side, landing with a thump on the ground below.

Mneoth crouches low as you shift to the ground below.

Chelle slides down the side of Rhajath and nearly falls after reaching the ground, stopped only by a blue leg, "Oops...We're here." she states the obvious. "Now where's th'wine, S'nor?"

S'nor tumbles down Pilloeths side, amazingly landing on his feet as he heads towards the inner weyr, Pilloeth heads over to curl up 'side Branwyth while he can, he turns towards Chelle and shrugs, "Beats me, I had to hide it so P'rru wouldn't take it," he comments, then smiles, 'Fun will be finding it again!" he cackles as he disappears in to the weyr..

Branwyth rumbles something cheerful as a trio of draggie-types interrupt her sunbathing, shifting over companionably and attempting not to squish any of the humans reeling towards the weyr.

Khena comes off Mneoth neck only by hanging on tightly to his straps, then letting herself fall the rest of the way. "Still say it'd be better with ale," she mutters, Mneoth's side lending support as she tries to stay upright. Watching S'nor disappear into the weyr, she takes a deep breath, pushes of the brown side to follow the brownrider inside.

S'nor walks to the weyr.

Chelle blinks at S'nor, and then turns to Khena, "Think we'll find it, or is this a wild wherry hunt?" she asks. "Sounds like by the time we find /his/ wine, we'll have lost the effects of what we've already drunk." *hiccup* Rhajath rumbles a greeting to the other dragons and politely finds a spot to wait...Chelle makes sure he's okay, then follows the others..

Chelle walks in from the Branwyth's Lakeside Ledge of Mystery.

Mneoth senses that Branwyth ripples sun-baked amusement, bright yellow splashing around the normal calm woodsmoke and myrrh. <>

S'nor stands just inside the weyr and motions around, "Start looking, wine's bound to be somewhere," he comments with a chuckle as he starts the search, looking under the couch and cousions...

Mneoth senses that Rhajath is all bright skies and sunshine, taking a different view than his rider seems to be taking at the moment, >>It is a day to celebrate! And Chelle would /never/ do such a thing!<< Imagine the horror!

Khena stops just inside the weyr opening, taking a neat sidestep to lean against the wall, not trusting her legs to move any further. "I think ya better find that there wine yourself, S'nor," she notes, trying her very best not to slurr her words. "Me legs dun work n'more." And with that, the brownrider slides to the floor, sitting there with her legs splayed out in front of her, a foolish grin on her face.

Chelle eyes S'nor for a moment as if waiting for him to tell them he's joking. Evidently not, as he starts his own search. Oooookay....She shrugs and then takes several tottering steps fowards, towards the pool. She looks down into the water trying to see if the wine might be in there.

S'nor sighs at the couch, then heads over to his desk, peeking under papers as he shuffles them around, "Khena, come over here and hold some of this stuff while I search through the drawers," he commends as he starts pulling random things out of the drawers, then he calls over to Chelle, "Here, you come hold some too..."

Mneoth senses that Branwyth glimmers sharp silver sparkles of amusement. >>Well that's fine by me, then, if it's fine by you.<< Equable. Just had to do her duty, after all. >>I wonder what they see in wine... It certainly makes for interesting watching, so they can drink it as much as they like.<< Green one selectively forgetting what 'riders act like the morning after.

Khena looks up from her legs to S'nor and back again. "Me legs ain't workin', S'nor," she explains quite calmly, though she attempts to draw them up under her to get to a standing position again. Why should she even help getting /wine/, when she didn't even drink the stuff?! Turning around, she uses the walls as an aid to get back on her feet, embarrassed that she'd even had her legs buckle beneath. "Can't you find it yerself, S'nor?"

Woah! That water seems to be coming up at Chelle faster than it should. She takes a quick step backwards just in time, but too fast. At least, instead of falling /into/ the water she falls backwards onto her backside. "Oof...I don't think...." she stops as S'nor calls them over, slowly rising back up to her feet and, with hands stretched out in front of her, she takes tiny steps in S'nor's direction, "Tha's not /wine/." she states as she stares at S'nor's 'stuff'. "Wineskins're a lot /bigger/ than that." Khena gets a triumphant grin, "See there! If you woulda stuck with /wine/, you'd still be walkin'!" and she's so proud of that, even as she nearly falls over.

Mneoth senses that Rhajath sends a trickle of draconic laughter through, >>Wine sure makes them say funny things<< amusement coloring his voice bright blue, >>I've never heard Chelle talk /that/ way before!<< What an enlightenment!

S'nor shakes his head at Khena, "Nope, can't find it alone," he comments as he waits for someone to approach him, as Chelle does he loads her arms down with papers which he pulls out of a drawer in his desk, then he hands some to Khena whether she's ready for them or not she's getting them, then he ohhhhs, "I think I see some wineskins back there in the back!" he comments happily, Yes he has big drawers...

"I /am/ walking," Khena fires back at Chelle, though she might be a little wobbly in her steps and even swaying a bit back and forth while standing still. Getting an armload of papers from S'nor, she frowns, all but dumping them on the floor on purpose. "Who stores wine in their desk anyways, S'nor?" she asks, narrowing her eyes to peer into the darkness of the drawer attempting to spot the wineskin there. "I dun see 'nything there..."

Chelle stumbles as the stack of papers lands in her arms. "What all do ya /keep/ in there?" she asks, eyeing the drawer as if expecting some critter to fly out at them. "Why'd ya keep wineskins in /there/, anyway? Better ta keep 'em /cool/..." she explains, her know-it-all self showing through. "Well, sometimes riders 'r' strange, Khena..haven't you heard /that/ yet?" a fit of giggles envelopes her for a moment.

S'nor shuffles a few more things out of the way, picking up two wrinkled knots and Mudslide badges, "Where on pern did these things come from," he says as he tosses them over each respective shoulder, one heading towards Chelle and one towards Khena, if S'nor has nothing else, he has good aim, then he smiles as he disappears half inside his drawer, coming back up a few moments later with three wineskins, "Here we go.." he smiles..

Khena is hit smack in the face by a knot, the brownrider taking a step back, only to bump into a chair, which she promptly falls into loosing everything in her arm. Ignoring the papers strew across the floor, she picks up the knot and the badge, squinty to identify the significance of the items. "Does this mean...?" she asks, grinning up at S'nor, then at Chelle. "I tol' ya, didn't I.. I shoulda taken on wagers on it."

Chelle nearly drops her load of papers now as something /does/ come flying at her! It lands right on top of the papers and she stares down at it, uncomprehendingly at first, "Badges, and knots...and /wine/!" Yup, you know where /her/ mind is! "Got enough for me ta take back ta m'weyr? Don' think I'll make it back ta th' caverns. My weyr's jus' over there, though.." she points in the general direction. Khena's words are finally comprehended and wine is forgotten for just a minute, "Wha'?" Another stare down at the knot and badge and /finally/ it hits her, "We've been winged!" Papers /do/ drop now, and she holds the knot and badge carefully, "We did it, Rhajath!" she yells at the door, before running towards it, "I gotta go! We gotta go celebrate..." /More/? Before she forgets, though, she charges back towards S'nor, taking his hand and shaking it firmly, grabbing a wineskin away from him and running. She got what she wanted!

Chelle walks to the ledge.

S'nor chuckles as he watches Chelle and a wineskin run off, then he turns back to Khena with a smile, "Yea, I think it means what you think it does," he responds confusingly as he tosses a wineskin down beside here, "Drink up and enjoy," he says as he hugs his own wineskin close..

Celebrate. Now there was an idea, if only Khena wasn't about to fall asleep. Sitting up with a jolt, she shakes her head, "Err.. Thank you, S'nor," she says, giving the brownri... Her Wingleader a crooked smile. "But Mneoth wants t'take me back t'our weyr straight away." An almost embarrassed look crosses her face as she struggles to get out of the chair, flipping a salute to S'nor before she turns to wobbly out of the weyr to her insistant lifemate, warbling out there on the ledge.

With Mneoth lending a weary forearm, you have no trouble getting to a stable seat between his neckridges.

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