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Sometimes, the living cavern is not the safest place to be.
Kyliven finishes pouring her third glass, then gathers the three in both hands to transport back to their claimants. "Here you are, ma'am," she waits for Lyndra to take a glass while nodding at Arthan. Arthan nods to Kyliven with a smile. Lyndra pauses, then speaks quietly to the curly-haired man beside her. She mutters to Arthan, "I spoke... I... right...I'm... expecting." Lyndra thanks Kyliven for the juice, albeit belatedly. Kyliven nods to Lyndra and moves to deliver Anna's juice, happier now that she only has a glass per hand, instead of having to juggle three glasses in two hands. "Here you are," she says, putting Celebanna's juice down in front of her, then resuming her own seat. Jaegon blinks at Lyndra, and then looks down. No, she's not. Celebanna smiles sipping her juice. A great big blink and blank expression crsoses her face as she picks up some of the faint whisper. Arthan blinks a bit at Lyndra, then opens his mouth and shuts it a couple of times. Finally, he leans close to murmur to her. He mutters to Lyndra, "... But perhaps... Was..." Lyndra leans close, eyes closing. She mutters to Arthan, "... tummy..." Kyliven catches just the last few words of Lyndra's sentence. Her eyebrows lift, but she holds off on her congratulations until she can better judge how the expectant mother is handling the news. Arthan smiles, perhaps in relief, and tugs Lyndra carefully close for another one-armed smooch, kissing her cheek. Celebanna blinks, and glances to Jaegon. Did he hear waht she did? Seems to be something similar to the questioning look, and confused look, in her eyes. Jaegon is now pointedly ignoring Lyndra and Arthan. He brings a string from his pouch and winds it around one finger idly. Lyndra turns to give Arthan an embrace. "Sorry to have scared you, love." Arthan smiles gently to Lyndra. "All I care about is that you are well and happy." "I can't imagine being happier," Lyndra assures Arthan and bestows a loving kiss on him. Celebanna blinks again, muttering something about the igen flu. Jaegon looks about to sing the trundlebug song himself. Kyliven glances over at Jaegon -- he knows the pair better; she's gonna use him to base her reactions off of. Until then, though, she sips at her juice and kicks her feet. Celebanna glances to Kyliven, "Uh, do you know, "I'm a little klah-pot?" Kyliven grins at the hide worker. "'Course I do. I'm a nanny." Celebanna hmms a moment, "Could you sing it?" Kyliven blinks. "Why?" she inquires, puzzled. "I already sang the Trundlebug song for my boots." Arthan settles down with Lyndra, finally seeming to notice some of the furtive glances being cast their way. He clears his throat, and hides behind his mug. Celebanna says "Well, I think you'd sing it, good. I'll even burn a dragon, or something, into it, if you do it..." Lyndra lets out a deep, contented sigh and places her head against Arthan's arm. "Well...perhaps next time." Jaegon isn't looking at them. Kyliven's attention is now firmly fixed on the confusing Anna. "But I don't /want/ a dragon burned onto 'em. I just want 'em to be blue and purple, and knee-high." She takes a decisive sip of juice. So there. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jyrith catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. Arthan smiles mischievously at Lyndra. He mutters to Lyndra, "... practice..." Celebanna nods, "Alright, alright. Well..." a glance sneaks towards Lyndra and Arthan.. and she looks away quick, "Mabye for six raspberry bubblies?" Kyliven blinks, her eyes going wide in surprise. "Eight!" she counters. "There's more people in the living cavern now." Lyndra turns a ripe shade of pink and inquires, "I don't see how." Jaegon looks up at the ceiling. Yep. The crack's stil there. No wider, though, than it has been since he first noticed it at five Turns old. Celebanna sighs, as if saying this is a great deal of burden, "Alright. Eight." Arthan smiles happily. "I'll sure we'll think of something." Jaegon is turning slowly red, but the resident is keeping his mouth shut. He will NOT ask. Lyndra turns a decidedly darker shade of pink and scoots lower in her seat. "Jaegon," she asks suddenly, "whatever is the matter?" Kyliven grins in triumph and takes another sip before springing up. "I'm a little klah-pot," she warbles, "Short and stout. Here is my handle," one arm on hip, "here is my spout." Spout duly formed with other arm. "When I get all steamed up, hear me SHOUT!" accompanied my much bouncing up-and-down. "So -tip- me over and pour me out!" She regains equilibrium, then grins again. "Eight!" Jaegon says "Nothing, Lyn, nothing. Just looking at the ceiling. Why?" Jaegon's voice is neutral. Just barely. Arthan blinks mildly at Kyliven. Celebanna sighs, and disappears into the kitchen. Eight bubblies, all raspberry. Can't avoid it now. She gives the bubblies to Kyliven, and, resumes, perhaps, staring at the two, and, of course, Jaegon, if possible. Arthan says "Um. Is somebody's dragon being proddy, these days?" You say "Aellya's. But then, she's been trying to decide if she's going to rise for a sevenday now." Celebanna says "Aellya's, but, well, green's aren't like golds." Kyliven chortles happily and begins to dig into her prize. "Thanks, Anna. Here, you have one." She shoves one of her spoils towards Anna, and one to Jaegon as well. "You want one?" she inquires of Arthan and Lyndra. Arthan says "Ah, um, what?" Arthan has totally failed to follow what Kyliven and Anna have been doing. Jaegon takes the pie with thanks and nibbles at the edge of the crust. Celebanna smiles, carefully at the nanny, nibble, tribble. "So, um, how are you, Lyndra?" Lyndra answers from Arthan's side, a bit confused as well about what is transpiring, "I could not be better, Celebanna, thank you. How are you?" Celebanna admits, slowly, carefully, after a long pauses, looking it, too, "Confused." Kyliven gleefully devours her bubbliesm no longer so interested in the doings of the adults with six... no, five (soon to be four) bubbly pies in front of her. Jaegon is NOT going to look. He watches Kyliven scarf up bubblies. Lyndra glances back to Jaegon. "You're behaving...out of character for you, you know." Celebanna decides, finally, a diffrent approach from Jaegon, "Are yuo, uh, umm... own with the Igen Flu, Lyndra?" "Yes, I did have the flu, apparently," Lyndra answers Celebanna, equitable, "but I'm over it now." Jaegon winces visibly. Arthan sips his drink. Arthan says "Is there a special kind of fly one gets at Igen?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Avroth swoops higher up into the Bowl. Kyliven blinks. Lyndra was sick? She glances over at the woman, gives her a quick once-over, then nods to herself. Yup, Lyndra looks healthy. Of course, the pie-shoveling does not stop for this observation. Celebanna blinks, "How can you get over the Igen flu," she asks bluntly, "Without carrying a special bundle?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jyrith beats her wings powerfully. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Jyrith swoops higher up into the Bowl. Arthan looks puzzled. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Jyrith wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jyrith glides down cautiously. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jyrith flies carefully towards the main entrance. Arthan isn't the only puzzled one. 'Liven's munching slows as she blinks first at Celebanna, then at Lyndra, then at the other men. "Huh?" Arthan says "One needs to carry things to get well from a flu?" Lyndra echoes her beloved. "Hmm?" You say "Usually for about another six months, Arthan." Arthan scratches his neck. "Guess weyrpeople do things differently." He gets up, kissing Lyndra's cheek. "I really should get the last of those records done." IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Avroth disappears into Between. Arthan gives Jaegon a rather horrified look. "That's an awfully long time to be sick!" Celebanna shakes her head, "It takes 9 months of being sick, to get over it, then you gotta carry it afterword." Lyndra nods. "A few days was quite enough for me." She stands, lifting Arthan to his feet. "We'll go to the Gather later, my love. Don't work too hard, hmm?" Celebanna nods slowly, "So you don't have it, then, just the ordinary flu?" Arthan just shakes his head. Odd people. He smiles to Lyndra. "I'll finish as quickly as I can, then we'll go." With another kiss, he heads out. Arthan slips into the Weyr's Records Room. Kyliven blinks, trying to follow the conversation. She holds a bubbly in one hand. "Nine months? That sounds worse than firehead. How come the Healers don't warn people about it?" Lyndra shakes her head slowly. "I just was very sick to my stomach for a few days." Celebanna shrugs, "Only girls get it, the males can't." she shakes her head slowly, "It's spreading like a wild fire." Aellya comes in from the Bowl. Kyliven takes another few slow bites before the light dawns. "You mean /pregnant/? That's not the flu!" "I'm not pr...that!" Lyndra exclaims, blushing. "I told you all I'm not!" Aellya stalks into the cavern, gaze searching through vieled eyelids, much like a predatory creature would. The greenrider fairly oozes sensuality, and sexuality, and with every hip swinging stride she takes, it shows. She scowls momentarily, the frown marring the sensual smile that was there moments before, but then it returns. Jaegon is about to say something, then pauses at Aellya's entrance. "Ah, shards..." he breathes. The wingmen in the cavern earlier find something else to do quickly and leave, and Jae is the lone male in the cavern. Uhoh. Kyliven glances at Aellya, then back to her companions. "So you're not pregnant. That's good, isn't it? Or do you want to be?" She giggles. "Mum's had the 'Honshu flu' four times!" She sounds delighted with her new phrase. Celebanna nods, "You did. That's why I asked. You're not, then?" Lyndra again blushes as she answers hesitantly, "Arthan and I would like children, yes. We're not in the process of having one now, however, no." Celebanna nods, "Oh! Well, then." she gulps seeing Aellya, rememering that evil promising smile yesterday... Aellya's gaze travels around the cavern once more as she heads over to a table, walk still exagerated. She stops to pour herself a cup of wine, and when finished, turns with it in hand, and sits, moving fluidly into a chair. Her hands chafe the cup in a slow, thoughtful caress. Kyliven replies frankly, "You can always have 'em later. Mum didn't have me until she was really old --- she says she was /twenty-three/." The last is said in hushed tones. Mum was two steps away from bodily decay, apparently. Jaegon doesn't move yet, thinking. Heatstroke if he works outside. He could go arrange stores..no, Lyndra organized them. He could help in the kitchen..they chased him out last time. A horrified look dawns on him as he realizes that all the things he did for make-work before have been done, and if he gets up he'll draw attention to himself anyway. Oops. He shrinks down and tries to be unnoticable. Celebanna blinks, "That's not that old." Kyliven cocks her head. "Yes, it is. She was a greenrider for /six/ years before she had a baby. Me. And now she's..." she pauses to count on her fingers. "Thirty-seven!" she says in horror. Mum's tottering around with a cane, no doubt. K'tel comes down the stairway. Jaegon spots K'tel coming down and his shoulders sag with relief. Faerysa comes down the stairway. Faerysa says, as she comes down the stairs with a faint sigh, "She's beginning to get peevish, so I do hope she clutches soon. So egg heavy adn insisting on oil." K'tel sees Aellya and offers a smile. He glances back at Faerysa and nods, "Should be anytime now." Kyliven grins at the two riders just coming down the stairs, and drops (for now) the topic of Really Old Riders. "Afternoon, weyrwoman!" she calls. "Afternoon, bronzerider! Want a bubbly?" Two full bubbies and the remains of four(!) others are scattered on the table in front of her. Aellya continues to speculatively finger her wine cup, occasionally taking a sip. Her body arches as she stretches in the chair, as if she were deliberately posturing, showing off her body. When K'tel smiles, she returns it, a slow, hungry smile that shows her teeth and completely detracts away from the scar on her face. "K'tel..." she purrs, leaning forward earnestly. Celebanna grins at Jaegon, "Thirty seven? Not old at all, if she's a rdier." K'tel turns back, walking towards Aellya. He sees her expression and blinks. Looking bemused, he continues over to her, "Afternoon, beautiful. How are you?" He leans down to kiss her. You say "Not at all old, no. Shells, I've known riders older than that to bear." Kyliven shakes her head, unconvinced. Faerysa blinks a few times, and shakes her hea din negation. "No, no bubblies for me." A look at her mother reveals that this is probably /not/ the time to give her the gift. Aellya baldly replies, "Like I could eat you up right now K'tel." Cup is put aside as her arms wind up around his neck as he leans down to kiss her and she seems to almost flow into him like liquid. Her firm, mature body presses against the Weyrleader as she says, "So can I?" Her voice is low, and husky, and she seems oblivious to everyone else. K'tel turns a bit red, "Ummm...Dear...Later would be good." He doesn't look around. He knows there's an audience. Kyliven nods to Rysa, then takes a look at K'tel. Hrm... he looks busy. He probably doesn't want a bubbly either. With just a hint of a sigh she picks up one of the two surviving bubblies and regards it thoughtfully. A clatter comes from the direction of Lyndra as her juice mug falls; its metal material simply bumps to a rest along the floor. Jaegon glances at Kyliven, but relaxes. She IS the daughter of a greenrider, too. Faerysa's fingers flicker upwards to hide the laugh as she sinks to a seat. "Soon," she says to the cavern at large. Definitely. And her smile's knowing. Jaegon beckons to a drudge who quickly cleans up the mess. He smiles a thank you, but eyes Lyndra to see if she's all right. Aellya frowns then, brow furrowing, face begining to display her impaitence and iritation. Petulantly she says, "Why later? Why does it have to be later? I have a need -now-," selfishly she clings to K'tel. "Aren't I pretty enough for you?" She glances around and spots her daughter, "Or do you have more interesting things to do, and I'm not one of them?" 40 some year old woman turned instantly into greedy, 17 year old. Celebanna blinks, and says, just so Jaegon, Lyndra, Kyliven can here her, the tones not carrying too far, "That's a change, no shouting?" Kyliven cocks her head at Anna. Shouting? Her eyes flick towards the proddy greenrider, then towards the lone bubbly. "Think she'd want a bubbly?" she asks, her tone carrying no further than Celebanna's. Celebanna shakes her head, "Nah. Not unless it was filled with K'tel." Lyndra helps clean up the mess she has created, then remarks stutteringly, "I should find Arthan and see about going to the Gather, please forgive me..." Jaegon shakes his head and then laughs, carefully not looking at Aellya so she won't get paranoid. You say "Have a good time, Lyndra! Dance one for me, eh?" K'tel frowns slightly but makes no move to unentangle himself, "I know, love. It's just...I'm hungry." A smile, "Missed lunch again, you know. And of course I don't have anything more interesting to do." He's been through this before - just a few times. Lyndra gives Aellya a mistrusting, nearly fearful glance, and, in a word, flees. Lyndra slips into the Weyr's Records Room. Kyliven grins. "A K'tel bubbly? Yick! He wouldn't fit in the shell!" she shakes her head, giggling under her breath at the silly thought. Aellya's gaze instantly flicks to Jaegon, whom appears to be laughing. She starts to push away and to round on Jaegon as she shouts, "Who're you laughing at, -boy-." iritability's flames are fanned high. Then in a lower voice, "Well I'm hungry too, K'tel." She snipes, "Just not for food. And if you think food.. that food is more important than satisfying -me-, well then." And she shoves at him, putting herself further away from him, "Then you can go have your stupid food." Her voice strains on the last word, and she even sounds like she might cry any moment. K'tel closes his eyes for a brief moment, "No, sweeting, you're more important. Shall I carry you up to our weyr again then?" Jaegon looks resigned, and says to Rysa "Tonight. It's GOT to be tonight," in a lw voice. Faerysa settles back in her seat, and clucks her tongue lightly. The fan she's carrying, still folded, she sets next to her plate. And watches, eyes agleam and amused. She /likes/ this. Aellya shakes her head furiously and says, "No, never mind. Just -forget- it. The day I have to bully my lover into wanting to be with me, is the last day I want to have a lover." She tosses her head and turns her back on K'tel, obviously furious with him. "Go eat your lunch or whatever it is that you'd rather do and just leave me alone." She fumes before angrily striding with a jerking motion across the cavern, but not before she picks up her mug of wine. She then deliberately sits in another chair, stopping near a cold hearth. Kyliven catches a drip of raspberry filling with a finger, then sucks the finger clean. She studies the greenrider carefully before she stomps off, then leans towards Celebanna. "Her green's proddy?" she whispers. "How long?" Faerysa nods over to Jaegon, too, her lips curling slightly. "I think so. And then peace." Jaegon agrees "Until the next one goes up." Celebanna nods to Kyliven, "Yup." Kyliven nods wisely, then sits back in her chair. The next-to-last bubbly goes down much, much slower than the first four. K'tel throws up his hands, ready to say something. He visibly bites his tongue and stalks over to the food table. He dishes up a plate, motions short with annoyance. Jaegon gives K'tel a sympathetic look. P'ter comes in from the Bowl. P'ter walks in, "Oh boy oh boy, am I hungry today!" he exclaims to noone in particular, making a line straight for the meal table. K'tel moves over to the drinks, giving P'ter an obviously grumpy look. P'ter in contrast to K'tel looks decidedly cheerful, "Hiya K'tel!" he says. Eyeing the table up and down with a critical gaze. Celebanna blinks. Gee nother bronze rider. She leans over, whispeirng loudly to Kyliven, "Think she'l;l chase P'ter, too?" Aellya is sulking near a cold hearth, a wine cup in hand, which she takes a drink from every now and then, in between glaring across the cavern at her weyrmate. You say "Hey, Rysa..let me know if you want a hand oiling Irianth, as things go along, all right?" Faerysa lounges in a chair, storm-blue gaze flickering about the caverns as she watches. Her smile to P'ter is slow, amused. K'tel frowns, "Hiya, P'ter." He finishes pouring himself some juice and walks over to a table - the other side of the room from his weyrmate. Faerysa glances over to that, pauses, then says, "If I need help." Not that she's exactly likely to let anyone help. P'ter selects for himself a delightful looking dish. Grains and sauces and different meats. He seems absolutly oblivious to the tensions around him. Kyliven's eyes flick to P'ter, then back to Celebanna. "Maybe," she allows in a hushed tone. "But she was all over the other one, and now she's sulking. Maybe she's just gonna sulk for a while." She glances at Aellya. "Think she's thirsty?" Jaegon makes a gesture clealy meant to communicate "Well, of course." "Like I said. If you want." Faerysa nods a bit abstractedly, and hazards a sip of her drink. She fingers the fan at her side. K'tel starts in on his food, not looking up from his plate. Aellya calls out and exclaims, "Oh! P'ter, there you are." Her voice returns to that husky tone as she smiles at the newly arrived bronzerider. "Come over here and talk to me. You don't ignore me like my weyrmate seems to be doing." She taunts as her sleepy-eyed gaze flicks to aforementioned mate. "Come, come." She pats the seat nearby. Kyliven looks at the last of six bubblies in front of her and sighs. She begins to stack up the empty plates. "I think eight was one too many to ask for," she says to no one in particular. "They were really good, though. I love raspberry bubblies." P'ter piles himself up an absolutly huge plateful of grains and then, almost undecided, he grabs a bread roll as well. He turns to survey whom he might sit with to chat while he eats. K'tel looks over at Kyliven, fork raised halfway, "Raspberry bubblies?" Aellya is once again ignored. Celebanna hmms, she glances about, "Hey, P'ter." Shaodi sticks to the walls as she drags through a cloth-covered haunch of something large. P'ter opens his mouth slighty and mentally wieghs up the odds. He then goes and sits down by Aellya with a rather concerned look at K'tel. Kyliven nods at the bronze rider. "Uh-huh. Want my last one? It's not hot anymore..." she admits, pushing it across the table. When Aellya fails to get a rise out of her weyrmate, or even his attention, she seems to grow more angrier. Her lips tighten, twisting into a brief scowl that she forces into a smile when P'ter sits beside her. However, it is very obvious that she is unhappy and fit to tear anyone limb from limb. Her fingers tighten around her cup on one hand, the other hand gouging at the wood armrest of her chair. "Stubborn, idiotic man." She mutters under her breath. K'tel sets his fork down and half-smiles, "Thank you." He picks up the bubbly and takes a big bite, "Mmmm. Very good!" Faerysa lifts her eyebrows and cants P'ter a warning look. She knows her mother, by now. Alvar ambles out from the inner caverns. Alvar wanders in, waving amiably, "Good day..." He heads towards the klah pot. Kyliven nods. "I thought so, too. Anna gave me eight of 'em 'cause I sang _I'm a Little Klah-Pot_ here in the living cavern, but I knew I couldn't eat all of 'em so I gave one to Anna and one to Jaegon. But I could only eat five of the rest of mine, so now I give the eighth one to you!" she concludes triumphantly. P'ter looks around and nods to the others near him in the cavern. He says hello to a few. Then nods to Faerysa, a careful nod that says far more than a nod normally could. He turns to Aellya, "Hiya Aellya. How are you?" he asks slowly. Shaodi looks through her matted bangs at all the people. Being a drudge apparently, she's used to being ignored. K'tel blinks at Kyliven as he takes another bite. He nods, pretending he followed all that, "Oh." Alvar fills a klah pot and smiles at the folks inside, finding a seat. Faerysa's too preoccupied, or she would notice Shaodi. Her face is on her mother, and her smile, catlike. Kyliven nods proudly at K'tel and shoves her empty plates away to give herself a bit of clear room. "And now I think I'm really, really full," she breathes, laying one hand gingerly across her tummy. She's facing into the caverns, not towards the walls. Jaegon is too busy trying not to be noticed by much of anyone at the moment, since Aellya is a major hazard right now. He keeps his water glass close. He eyes a candle, making mental wagers on how many candlemarks it'll be till Jyrith rises. Aellya takes a careful sip of her wine, eyes still watching from under mostly closed lids, her stubborn weyrmate -- why isn't he noticing her or any of this? At P'ter's question, while she continues to watch her weyrmate with hungry eyes, she says "I'm the best that could be expected." Then she turns to P'ter, smiling once more -- the type of \calculating smile, filled with determination that, in a proddy greenrider, could be absolutely frightening. "How would you like to take me to your weyr, P'ter?" She leans very close to him, pressing agianst his side. "K'tel didn't want to go, really. But maybe you'd like to." Obviously, she's trying to make K'tel jealous. P'ter eyes the steaming plate in front of him, then gently slaps his forehead with a gesture of exasperation. He looks up and tries to attract the attention of any drudge that might be in the area. K'tel looks over at Aellya then deliberately pops the last bit of bubbly into his mouth. He raises his brows at her then calmly sips his juice. Shaodi spots P'ters searching glance and quickly turns back to her hauling as if she's too busy to bother doing anything else. P'ter slowly pivotes his head to Aellya, almost as is undersome compulsion. Like something under the gaze of a tunnelsnake. He smiles, then swallows. "Erm, well, I ..er .. I could but .. "He then has the inspiration he's been searching for, "but I've only just got this meal and I've not eaten all day. Mind if we go after?" Seems P'ter is going to try to make this a long, long meal. Jaegon closes his eyes and shakes his head. Bad choice, P'ter. Poor P'ter, he has said exactly the -wrong- thing. "Food?" She says dangerously, steely glint in her eye, "You'd rather eat your 'food'?" She sucks in a heavy breath, breasts heaving in her anger as she slams her wine cup down. Aellya slowly stands after saying that and says "What is it about food that makes it more interesting than -me-?" She cries. P'ter improvises rapidly, "But Aellya, I'm tired, and therefore weak and just wouldn't do you justice." Shaodi stops on her path again and lifts her eyes to peer at the disturbance. The hauch she's dragging is begining to leak through it's covering. P'ter quickly adds, "After I've got a bit of energy in me things would be more .. well. Anyway, I'm only thinking of you you know." He smiles. A good dishonest smile. K'tel gets a rather amused glint in his eye. He spears some greens and puts them into his mouth, half-watching poor P'ter and Aellya. He munches slowly. Aellya rages, voice rising, "You stupid men are all alike. Every last sharding one of you! First K'tel tells me that he's too hungry, and goes to get his stupid plate of food. Then you tell me you need to eat first, instead of worshiping my body like it should be. Is there just something wrong with me? IS there? IS THERE!??" She demands in stridant tones. Faerysa chokes slightly, and doesn't much bother to hide it. Alvar blinks, "There's nothing wrong with you at all, Aellya." Shaodi chokes back giggles so that she sounds like she's sneezing. K'tel sets his fork down and leans back in his chair, eyeing Aellya. He remarks, just loud enough, "I don't know. Food is much easier to get along with right now." Kyliven grins and sits back in her chair, careful to keep away from the verbal battle. Jaegon slides more than halfway under the table so he's not a target after K'tel's remark. He imagines that supper's about to take wing, mad as Aellya is.. Aellya rounds on the residents and riders and everyone else in the cavern and shouts, at the top of her lungs, voice tear filled, "You're all laughing at me! Everyone of you is laughing at me! Why are you all laughing at me! Stop it, stop it now!" She screams, as her rage gets blown full blast. P'ter shakes his head, "Not at all Aellya, I don't mean to offend you. In fact, I enjoy your company" He puts out a hand and very gently puts some downward pressure on her arm, "Which I why I was hoping you would stay." He smiles once more, this time honestly. Aellya shakes off P'ter's touch and stalks forward, "Forget about it P'ter," Her voice seethes, "You -had- your chance. And you blew it, completely and absolutely." Jaegon mutters to himself, "... You mark..." You mutter to yourself, "Two hours. You mark me. Two hours." K'tel sighs softly, looking regretful. He mutters under his breath, "Should know better by know." He sips his juice, watching Aellya carefully. Kyliven winces. Oops. She ducks under the table alongside Jaegon, looking for... uh... a fork! Yeah! That's it! "Is it safe under here?" she whispers to Jaegon. Celebanna blinks, "Laughing? No Greenrider." It's obvious fear, real or fake, in her voice, "food's not more intresting, I'm sure... " Gordeeva steps in. Celebanna Blinks at the two under the table. Good idea, she comes under.. looking for that cat of her's. Right, that's it. "Nimmie? Nimme, are you under here?" Jaegon shakes his head to Kyliven from his hiding place under the table. "I don't think it's safe on the northern continent right now." Shaodi just stands near the wall, a bag of leaking meat behind her, stiffling her giggles. Gordeeva says "Good day." she murmurs. "Jaegon..forgive me for being rude...but why are you under the table?" she asks timidly" You say "Oh, nothing. Just dropped something." Alvar smiles, waving to Gordeeva. Gordeeva senses "Jaegon looks like he's hiding. And was that Aellya screaming a second ago?" Gordeeva smiles. "Hello Alvar...how does the day find you?" Aellya turns on her heel, and says, "You little idiot." She glares at Gordeeva, "They're all under the table because of -me-." She proclaims, thumping herself on the breast with a fist. P'ter stands slowly, "Aellya, please! If you want to shout, shout at me, not at others." Kyliven grins thinly at Jaegon. "Mum's still here -- she's from the South. Maybe we can convince her to take us back with her?" she whispers, still under the table. In fact, it'd be even safer if she was /totally/ under the table. With that thought, she slides from her chair and crouches under the table. Celebanna grins hopefully, looking worried, talking to the pother two she's under the table with, "What about the southern one?" Faerysa drawls, lazily, "Shouldn't you be pleased that you still have the power to terrify?" Jaegon pops his head up. "No, I'm not, Wingleader! I really did drop something.." K'tel shrugs at Gordeeva then raises a brow at P'ter. He shakes his head slightly. Gordeeva looks curiously at Jaegon once more, and then to Aellya. jumping slightly, and then recovering. "I see." she replies softly. "May I ask Why?" Kyliven pipes up with, "I dropped a fork! We're... looking for it!" Aellya's eyes narrow on Gordeeva and doesn't even bother to reply when she turns back to P'ter, "I'm not yelling at them." She says in a b arely controled tone of voice, then to her daughter, "I'm not trying to terrify them." She fumes before her face sags as she whines, "I just want my weyrmate to pay attention to me, and he's not." Shaodi finally breaks out into laughter and runs to the kitchen leaving behind a trail of the meat juice dripping from the bag. Gordeeva looks at Aellya sympathetically. "K'tel cares for you greatly, the whole weyr knows this." she says gently, hoping to comfort the woman. K'tel stays leaning back in his seat but he does pipe up, "I am certainly paying attention to you - who couldn't with the fuss you're making?" Faerysa says reasonably, "So make him pat attention to you." Boy, K'tel is going to just love her. P'ter nervously runs a hand through his hair. Still standing, his still steaming plate of grains in front of him. Slowly going cold. He looks at K'tel, "Please K'tel. She needs you. Don't ignore her", he says, and he means it. You can see it in his eyes. "I know its none of my business sir", he adds. The sir dropping back in from the old days as P'ter is put under strain. K'tel waves a hand at P'ter, rather dismissively, as he watches for Aellya's response. P'ter sits suddenly and stares into his plate. Unsure of what he had done or what to do it would seem from the suddenly lost look he has. Shaodi wanders into the Weyr's kitchens. D'orn comes in from the Bowl. Shaodi comes out from the spicy-scented kitchen. D'orn smiles as he looks about. "Ista's duties to Igen everyone." His demeanor is calm, or so it seams and he nods to those people he knows. Aellya tries to take deep, calming breaths which seem to fail, then she accuses, "I don't want to force anyone to pay attention to me." Then her eyes narrow, "And I'm not either making a fuss." Well, of course she is,.. but that is beside the point. Jaegon slides out from under the table. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Zmeth growls softly at Kalameth then lunges forward, snapping up a herdbeast. He shakes it viciously then drops it, crouching to rip it's throat open and release the crimson energy inside. Gordeeva smiles to D'orn shyly. "Welcome to Igen." K'tel nods, "Then come over here and sit with me. Plenty of room." He nods to D'orn politely, "Igen's duties." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kalameth just tilts his head to the side and takes his leasure, reaching out a claw towards a herdbeast, dispatching it with expertice before latching massive jaws around it's neck to drain. Shaodi strolls back out of the kitchen with a plate in hand. She heads silently over to Aellya with it. Once there, she offers up the fresh plate of spiderclaw. "Dovell says his spiderclaw is the best thing for a woman feelin neglected. Make yur belly warm." Kyliven rolls her eyes towards Celebanna, then follows Jaegon out from under the table. In one hand she clutches the 'lost' fork. "Uh... found it!" she chirps. "And Igen Hold's duties to Ista and her queens," she adds politely. D'orn smiles somewhat towards Gordeeva. "Hello. I'm D'orn, rider of bronze Kalameth" he adds for Kyliven's benifit, then turns to look out towards the bowl for a moment. Jaegon blinks. "D'orn!" Faerysa's gaze skitters towards D'orn and she gives a polite nod. And faint amusement. D'orn peers over to the man. "Jaegon? Tis been a while" he says with a grin, nodding back to Faerysa quickly before finding himself a spare mug of klah. Aellya clenches her fingers into fists and says under her breath. "I do not want to sit down. Your stupid dragon is blooding." She accuses K'tel angrily. Gordeeva sets her basket down on the table and moves to retrieve an empty bowl from the Table. She sets it down beside her basket and sits. "Well met D'orn." She smiles as the man seems to be an old friend of Jaegon's. P'ter sits down again and slowly picks at his meal. K'tel chuckles, getting to his feet, "Gee, I wonder why?" He ducks out to the bowl. K'tel walks out to the Bowl. Kyliven glances to Aellya, then to D'orn. "Kyliven of Igen Hold," she replies. "Well met, bronze rider." Shaodi bites into her bottom lip when her plate isn't accepted. Standing there stupidly, she waits. P'ter looks down at his still unfinished dinner with an expression of deep, solomn regret at their parting. He stands, fork in one hand, chunk of roll in the other, saying, "Oh not now Aisheth please! I've not had time to finish." He sighs, his expression just for a moment turning dark, "Oh ..", and several explitives seem to be josling for place in his mouth to follow that 'oh' but finally the only one that makes it is a rather mild, ".. darn!". Chucking his fork down he abandons his meal. P'ter walks out to the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ivarath hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Aisheth backwings to land in the grounds neatly. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Zmeth glares at Kalameth as he sucks greedily at the throat of his catch. Finishing that one, his attention is diverted as a fear crazed wherry tries to dash by to rejoin the herd. A lunge, *snap*, a crunch of bones, and the wherry is down. Zmeth lowers his head, eyes now glowing as red as the blood covering his muzzle. D'orn chuckles. "Aye well met Kyliven." Watching P'ter leave, D'orn too stands and wanders over towards the bowl. "If ye all will excuse me..." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Aisheth descends upon the field, his shadow scattering herdbeasts from underneath him. But as is always the same in a herd, one beast has to come last. And it is this animal, mewling in terror that has its ribs and pelvis smashed by a vicious side swipe from Aisheth's muzzle. The bronze clamps his jaws down onto the beast and lift his head high. Crushing his kill and letting gravity carry the blood to his throat. D'orn walks out to the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vidarth backwings to land in the grounds neatly. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, R'val dashes away from the grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, R'val hops the feeding grounds fence. IgenW-Bowl> R'val heads over from by the feeding grounds' fence. IgenW-Bowl> R'val heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr. Shaodi watched as the people go and with a look to the proddy woman, sets down the plate and turns to follow, a grin on her dirty little face. Alvar shakes his head, "Thanks Faranth they left." Aellya watches the riders leave with a dark expression on her face. She glances accusingly at her daughter -- though why is never explained as she stalks outside after them, stride haughty and angry. Shaodi walks out to the Bowl. Faerysa tilts her head back, smile curling upwards. "At last." Aellya walks out to the Bowl.
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