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HelpLine Purr [May 09th, 2002] NEW!
Mneoth and Khena are invited on a trip to Tillek by Dsalth and P'rru. The dragons to hunt and the riders to chat. A much needed chat for the younger brownrider.
"If I'm such a good person, P'rru," Khena starts, her voice muffled, "then why's my weyr empty, when most of my clutchmates are already 'mated?" Rolling around, she sits up, wiping her tearstreaked cheeks as she stares at the wingleader. Hanging her head between her shoulder she shakes it slightly. "Is it me? Am I really so horrible to be with?"

Searching and Birthing [March 07th, 2002]
Khena is brought to the Bowl by her lifemate with strict orders to go see the healers in the infirmary. Before getting that far, though, Mneoth catches sight of Lhana and bugs his rider to ask the resident to Stand.
"See... " Khena tells her lifemate, looking at him with an increasingly confused look. "What's so interesting about her anyway?" Nevermind that the woman was standing right there, and the rider didn't have to ask such a question outloud. "What?! No.. No way." Looking from Mneoth to Lhana and back again, Khena clenches not on her fists, but also her jaw, hisses through her teeth at her lifemate, "don't make me do that...."

Steppin' on Glass (TP log) [January 16th, 2002]
After drills (in the rain), Khena goes to P'rru to sign off the next Thread Fall. A visit that almost turns into a fist fight.
P'rru glances up, and regards the brownrider for a few silent moments. "Hphm" he grunts, scribbling a note on a piece of parchment next to her name. "9 months out of action, pity..." He lifts up another hide, eyeing it, as if he's happy just to ignore Khena right now.

Breaking the News... (TP log) [January 14th, 2002]
Seeking solitude and peace, Khena takes off to the meadows above High Reaches, only to be interrupted by Kh'ryn.
Kh'ryn blinks... And then blinks again. He's not sure he heard correctly, and that's why he leans in and asks, "Beg your pardon?" Though he's sure he was mistaken about the words, his eyes do start to widen some, and small beads of sweat begin to appear on his brow. "You said you're... what?" [...]

When Healers are distracted... (TP log) [January 11th, 2002]
Disturbed and worried Khena finds herself in the Infirmary trying to get a straight answer out of Elehu.. Without luck.
Elehu's eyes grow just a fraction wider for a second as she ponders that, which takes just a little longer than normal. Perhaps klah should be included in Healer first aid kits. "Pregnant," she echos quietly. "Well, that does happen from time to time when a man and woman sleep together, so if you weren't taking the green contraceptive every month..." She just trails off and shrugs a little, hands spread to either side in a rather helpless fashion. "Yes, it would be possible. Though... sometimes worrying about something like that can do funny things to a woman."

Facing the Father (TP log) [January 8th, 2002]
Khena went to the Quiet Corners for, well, some quiet time. Didn't turn out quite as she expected.
Turning swiftly on a heel to stare at P'rru with a look of pure wrath in her eyes, Khena takes a step toward the brownrider. "That has /nothing/ to do with what happened!" she almost shouts, suddenly stopping midstep, still staring at the other. "Baby..." Now there was something she hadn't considered about her encounter with Kh'ryn. "Baby," she repeats, swaying slightly as a moment of dizzyness comes over her.

Aftermath (TP log) [January 6th, 2002]
What happened after the flight...
"Mneoth... Caught," is all Khena can manage to say, staring up at the two people on the visiting brown's neck. Looking down her dishevelled self, she realizes that she's wearing neither socks, nor shoes and her shirt is buttoned wrong. Blinking at Kh'ryn, she nods slowly, "really... He just came to visit... And one of the greens.." Well, enough said.

A Different Kind of Flight (TP log) [January 06th, 2002]
Kh'ryn came to visit Khena, and the two riders' dragon took off to chase green Spankyth.
"Aye, he had a bad cold," Khena says, taking a swig of ale, only to gag on it as Mneoth takes off. "Mneoth! Don't you dare!" But the brown was already gone, and had apparently taken the blue with him. Taking a deep breath the brownrider turns away from the weyr opening, looking at Kh'ryn... "They're... They're gone.. He's not listening to me..."

Ideas... (TP log) [January 01st, 2002]
Khena goes to visit her friend Khory, but finds only a hungover Skylark (and a few partygoers) at his weyr, who puts ideas in Mneoth's head.
"So when are we going to find you pregnant, Nech?" she smirks, "You know, if you're looking to hook up with someone, I know /lots/ of people... Naturally, most of them are greenriders or from High Reaches Hold but you know..." Shrug.

Fatherly Advice [October 26th, 2001]
Khena receives some rather dubious advice from her adobted father.
[...] "So, my girl, tell me about what you've been up to lately...I'd heard some gossip about yknow..that healer..and I do hope you listened to my advice last time eh?" he checks, ducking his head to peer at her, concerned.

Just Friends [October 24th, 2001]
Running into Elehu in the Stores, Khena and the Healer have a serious chat.
Khena takes a deep breath, her shoulders trembling, as she tries to control her temper. Failing, a grimace rippling across her face, she jerks her chin forward, "whaddo /think/?! Things are s'posed to be /good/ now that we've graduated," she says, raising her voice and throwing her hands up into the air as she turns away from Elehu.[...]

Tapped! [October 20th, 2001]
A little later still. Trying to drown her sorrows, Khena runs into S'nor and gets tapped for Mudslide Wing.
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..

Post-graduation Down [October 20th, 2001]
Later that same day. And suddenly it wasn't a happy day, after all....
Elehu crosses her arms slowly and eyes the two riders, first with a look of confusion, but then a growing look of consternation. She was close enough to the edge before. Fingers grip her sides tightly eyes closing for a moment as she takes a long breath. "Look... this isn't working, all right?"[...]

Graduation [October 20th, 2001]
Graduation Day! The Wildfire Wing Weyrlings become full riders.
G'deon has idly been lounging off to the side, quite happy to just lean against the stony wall of the central bowl and watch as people begin milling about. At last, however, he shifts the satchel slung over a shoulder against his back and peeks inside, perhaps doing one last mental count. Satisfied, he gives one fleeting roguish smile and begins heading towards the young group of leatherclad riders. "Wildfire wing!" he calls out, baritone carrying quite easily. "Front and center! Let's make a nice, neat line now..."

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