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Jaegon felt horrible about disobeying, and now his karma is coming due.
Siara peers into the barracks. Jaegon is scrubbing the floor, latrine duty taken care of for the moment. Jarnyx is balanced on the edge of a cot rather precariously to reach the niches in the wall where he's changing glows. Jaegon wipes a smear off his face and arches his back as he scrubs. Siara stands watching, first glancing at Jarnyx, a quick glance around, perhaps looking for stray felines, and then her gaze settles on Jaegon, and she just stands there watching him. Balanced on one foot Jarnyx wobbles alarmingly as he reaches into a high nche. Old glows into the bucket on his left arm. New glows out of the basket on his right arm and into the niche. Spotting Siara he attempts to wave - a very bad move - and is forced to cling to the wall for support. "Afternoon, Siara, ma'am" Jaegon doesn't notice the scrutiny. The rough redness of his facial skin is starting to heal, and likewise his hands. The sweetsand foams in the scratches where it touches his hands. He looks up, and salutes. Siara nods to Jarnyx, "'Afternoon. Thank you for your help yesterday." Jaegon goes back to his scrubbing the floor. Jarnyx gives another wobble as he descends to terra firma rather inelegantly. "No problem, ma'am, was glad to be of help." He wipes a hand across his forehead, transferring a large smear of dust from hand to face accidentally. "How are Kyliven and Maraczek, ma'am?" Siara nods to Sarai, "And thank you also, for helping the other day." She replies to Jarnyx, "I just went to see them. Alvar says they can leave the infirmary later today. they'll be okay." Jaegon's shoulders ease slightly. Jarnyx looks relieved. "Glad to hear it, ma'am. I was...well, I was a bit worried. Ky looked awful when we brought her back." Everin glances furtively over from his cot, where he sits cleaning a boot. Siara makes a face, "Well, they're in there sneaking bubblies now, so I suppose they're fine." She finds an empty cot to sit on, folding her uninjured leg under her, and letting the other one dangle. She looks at Jaegon again, "Well, have you come to your senses by now?" she asks, her tone angry, though quiet. Jaegon keeps scrubing the floor. "Yes'm." Wow. He actually didn't blow up. Everin brushes the boot carefully, sand and caked dirt sprinkling dark on the pale, smudged rag he's spread on the floor below. His head stays cocked to Siara and Jaegon, but -- ah, the need for silence. Jarnyx has tactfully moved on to change the glows in the next niche. Not so high up this time, so he looks less like he'll break his neck doing it. Siara frowns, "You, and the others, are going to have to go and apologize to Faerysa and T'dry, and then to Katany and K'tel. They're going to decide what to do with you. I can't figure out how chores have anything to do with this," she says, shoulders slumping in weary defeat. Everin flinches. Jaegon nods again. "Yes, ma'am." He gnaws on his lip as he scrubs, but doesn't say anything else. His back cracks audibly. Sarai's not really here. Honest. She's out doing chores. Everin scuffs the boot's instep, which is already quite clean. "Will they send us home?" he asks Siara quietly. Jarnyx winces at Siara's words, seems about to say something, thinks better of it, shuts his mouth again. Gets very interested in the glow bucket. Siara stamps the foot of the bad leg and winces, "Do you have /any/ idea what it's like to have a male dragon in your head when the Weyr's gold is frantic?" she asks in frustration. She shake s her head to Everin, "No, no, you wont' be sent home. That would just make things worse right now." You say "No, ma'am." Everin decides that's prudent: "No, ma'am." Siara rubs her forehead with the heal of her hand, "It doesn't feel good." she says darkly, "If something had happened to any of you - we /need/ you! We need choices for the eggs! What if we don't have enough! What if the right one isn't there? They might not all hatch!" she cries agitatedly, clearly in the thrall of dragon thoughts. Jaegon sighs softly, not responding. He keeps wearing away at the rock. Everin scuffs his boot. "They'll Hatch," he says, unmoved, unmovable. "The eggs will Hatch, and the dragonets will Impress, and the Weyr will go on." Siara gives Everin a look, "Some hatchings, they don't all hatch. Because the right rider isn't on the sands. If that happens - " she stops an shakes her head. Siara blinks and then looks up sharply. "Uh oh!" Everin presses his lips together, but his able, nimble hands stay working on the dirty boot. Everin does flash a worried look at the blue rider for her exclamation. Siara exclaims sharply, "Oh, now we're in trouble. Oh /shards/!" She leaps up and starts heading out. she turns to Jaegon, the anger on her face giving way to hurt, "You know, I know I'm not like Shayne or Aellya or Celie or Katany or any of them, and I know you would have listened to them - but you could have done this for /me/. Or at least for Macami." She sighs, "Irrylath says Ranth and I have to go see Katany about this. Nobody go anywhere." You say "Yes'm." Everin goes nowhere. He starts cleaning his other boot with the singleminded reserve of the worried and the resigned. Jaegon just takes it. He doesn't even look up. Lyndra pauses, poised at the entrance to the barracks; she is plainly wondering if now is the best time to change clothes. Jaegon keeps scrubbing. What else is there to do? This is all his fault. Arthan strides in from the hallway. Siara hurries out, not even seeing Lyndra and Arthan. Siara wends her way out the Inner Caverns. Arthan tries to look invisible while Siara passes. Everin sighs, once she's gone, and looks up from cleaning his still- dirtied boot. Looks at Jaegon: "Remind me," he says with admirable dryness, "not to be quite so helpful in the future? Just because a herder says he needs help..." Jarnyx gives Lyndra and Arthan a wave. "Heya guys." Attention focusses on Arthan. "Erm...Arth...why are you trying to hide from our revered CC?" Arthan walks over to Lyndra. "I, ah, take it I just missed a good talking-to?" Lyndra, in the entrance to the barracks, steps aside to allow Arthan entry, though she catches his wrist to prevent him from going further. Jaegon just nods. Lyndra will recognize this uncommunicativeness as a bad sign, since she knows him best of any present. Arthan shakes his head at Jarnyx. "I was visiting Maraczek and Kyliven in the infirmary." Everin lofts his voice louder to Arthan. "How are they?" Arthan smiles at Lyndra, stepping closer to her. He tells Everin after a moment. "Well enough to joke and eat bubblies. I assume this is a good sign." Jarnyx grins. "Sounds like they're definitely on the mend." Everin grunts. "Until Katany and K'tel get a hold of them." Arthan winces. Arthan says "Maybe... I should find a chore to do outside, somewhere. Weeding the gardens, maybe..." He looks to Lyndra. "And, um, how are you?" Jaegon finally speaks up. "They'll be let off with a warning." Everin says "How humane." Everin says "How positively kind." Everin turns sullen attention back to his boot. Arthan looks in the direction Siara vanished. "Dear me." Jarnyx dumps the bucket and basket. "Oh, come on Everin. They aren't going to kill you. They got worried. That's all. Wouldn't your Masters back at the Hall have reacted much the same way?" Everin says "No. They would have sent me back home. It seems more fitting than this ... largesse Jaegon's mentioned." He turns his boot over and over in his hands, frowning. "I suppose they /must/ need us." Arthan sighs softly. "We meant no harm. The riders were mostly all too, um, distracted to ask for permission." Jarnyx sighs. "Look, I did something stupid in my first year at the Herder Hall, and Master Owyn blasted me to Keroon and back for it - but they'd have to be very hard hearted - or just plain stupid - to send you home for a good deed that went wrong." Lyndra listens quietly to the others, arms crossed, expression sad but otherwise unreadable. Everin flourishes his brush across leather, scattering sand onto the rag below. "Harper is strict," he tells Jarnyx. "Under the new Masterharper -- quite strict. Everyone in his or her place and so on. With so much riding on us, literally..." He shakes his head, trails off into uncertainty. Arthan says "Is that why you left?" Everin says "Left Harper? Because it's strict? No." Everin says softly, "I liked that. You know where you stand at Harper. It's a good feeling." Lyndra's fingers entwine with Arthan's as she listens to the others without adding to the conversation, though her expression implies a certain attentiveness. Jarnyx sits down heavily on his cot. "And there's a lot riding on us here. Thirty-something unborn dragons for a start. They aren't going to send us away. Not after all the trouble they took to get us here. or not for any offence short of seducing the Headwoman or something." The smile turns mischievous. "Hmm...." Arthan nods to Everin in agreement, holding Lyndra's hand comfortably. Siara already being angry and all... Arthan says "I'm not sure that would be wise, Jarnyx." Everin's gaze darkens, chills at Jarnyx, with uncertainty still softening his mouth. "No need for flippancy, either, I'd say, as appreciated as the levity might be after ... that. Before the Weyrwoman gets here." Jaegon keeps on scrubbing the floor, having said the only thing he's going to say. Jarnyx kicks one of the buckets. "Well, OK. For /once/ on my life I'm not the target here, so I'll shut up." Arthan says "Um. Weyrwoman?" Everin chooses to answer Arthan. "Weyrwoman Katany. Those of us in trouble have to apologize to her, the Weyrleader, Faerysa.... Siara might be bringing her here for all we know." Arthan looks nervously at the door again. "Oh. Um." Arthan mutters to Lyndra, "Perhaps I'll... the one... wait... after..." Lyndra gives Arthan an alarmed glance and shakes her head furtively. "No..." Everin nods firmly. "I'd rather go apologize to them now and get it over with," he admits. "Siara said stay -- but that was for us, Arthan. You're fine." Arthan says "Umm..." Arthan pulls him up, saying in a manly way. "We will stand together." Arthan himself, that is. Everin grunts again, but there's some morbid appreciation lurking behind his half-shuttered eyes. "And fall together, Arthan. Know what you say before you say it. Are we worth your pain?" You say "None of you are going to fall. It's my fault." Everin argues immediately, "We didn't have to say yes to the herder." Pause. "Have the /herder/ apologize, Faranth flame him." Arthan says "I'm sure they will understand, once we explain. We had to help, didn't we?" You say "I should have thought that staying in the weyr didn't mean staying within the ground the ground crew patrol. I didn't. I took you with me. My fault, not yours." Jarnyx gives a big sigh. "Look, what's wrong with saying you meant well, it turned out badly, you're very sorry for all the worry you caused, and leave it at that? Believe me, variations on that theme have got me out of a /lot/ of trouble in the past few Turns." Arthan says "Was Siara really that angry?" Everin is silent a moment, brooding and dark. Finally he says, "There's enough blame going around, Jaegon, without your needing to take on more of it. And Jarnyx, some of us aren't so used to this situation." Jarnyx looks at Everin. "Welocme to the human race then." Everin looks mildly back. "Should I say thank you?" Lyndra gives Arthan a kiss on the cheek and slips away, disinterested in involving herself further in this mess. Arthan smiles quietly to Lyndra. Jarnyx gives a grin. "If you like." "I shan't," Everin replies and finishes up his boot. Snugging the pair side by side under his cot, he looks up from the canted position. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm one of those people who likes to avoid trouble at all cost, and doesn't count himself any less -- a member of the human race because of it. A person /can/ lead a quiet, unobstrusive life." Arthan goes over to his cot, sitting down. "Still, no sense worrying before the fact." Jarnyx nods to Everin. "I agree. But sometimes, if your main aim in life is anything to avoid trouble, trouble just comes and finds you instead." Arthan says "I am not sure I agree with that." Everin says "The sandstorm incident being a case in point, for my life, I suppose." Everin sits back, thoughtful, on his cot and falls silent. Jarnyx leans back on his cot. "Used to happen to me every time I failed a runner test at the hall. I'd be creeping around, doing everything I could to avoind Master Owyn and I could guarantee that I would walk straight into him within a day. And he'd have a list of test scores in his hand..." K'tel strides in from the hallway. K'tel frowns at the candidates, "Where is Siara?" Jaegon is scrubbing the floor. Arthan stands from his cot. "She just left, sir." K'tel nods and turns around. Everin nudges his boots further under his cot, under himself, and merely looks at the Weyrleader. K'tel wends his way out the Inner Caverns. Katany strides in from the hallway. K'tel strides in from the hallway. Kyliven strides in from the hallway. Kyliven follows in after the Weyrleaders, taking a seat on her cot with a glance towards Jaegon. Everin, this time, will stand, but with reluctance in every long line of his frame. Hands tuck behind his back, chin tucks to chest, and he watches the Weyrleaders come. Siara strides in from the hallway. Jaegon dunks his brush in soapsandy water, back to the door as he continues to scrub the floor. Until he notices Everin standing, and peeks behind him, at which point he stands and squares his shoulders. Arthan stands beside is neatly made cot, looking even graver than usual. Siara comes in with Katany and K'tel, staying a few meek paces behind, surveying the candidates. Jarnyx gets to his feet politely as everyone walks in. K'tel walks to the middle of the room and just looks at the candidates for a long moment. Katany looks around, habitual vague expression fading somewhat as she takes in who is in the room. "Were all of you here involved in the escapade?" Kyliven shakes her head and raises one hand. "I was, ma'am." Jarnyx looks around him and shakes his head. "I wasn't, ma'am." Everin adds his, "I was, Weyrwoman." Siara hovers helpfully behind Katany, making a face at a candidate over her shoulder when she sees an unmade cot. Arthan says after a moments hesitation. "I was, ma'am." Jaegon clears his throat and takes a step forward. The evidence of the sandstorm's stinging wind is in the reddening of his face, now healing. "It was my responsibility, Weyrwoman." Everin's gaze shocks at Arthan, and he shakes his head minimally, quickly. Arthan stands very straight, looking determined. K'tel looks at each candidate as they speak up. Needless to say, he does not appear happy. Katany says "If you were not, would you please leave the room for the moment?" Maraczek strides in from the hallway. Maraczek wanders in, hands tucked behind his back. Everin hisses a low breath. He mutters to Arthan, "Get... of... need this." Jarnyx glances around, gives the others one last sympathetic look and heads out. Arthan shakes his head faintly. He mutters to Everin, "... looking, too.... anybody..." Jarnyx wends his way out the Inner Caverns. Katany looks at Maraczek, then over at Siara. Kyliven glances around, notices everyone else is standing, and rises herself, edging closer to the other Candidates as a few gossipy girls pass her. Siara nods to Katany and says quietly, "Kyliven and Maraczek were the two who were lost." Katany nods. Katany says "All right." Everin gives Arthan an unhappy moue, but turns his attention back to the tribunal, squared. Katany says "Jaegon, would you care to explain to me exactly what occured?" Maraczek sniffs. K'tel looks at those two, inspecting them for injury, while he listens to Jaegon. Jaegon takes a deep breath and nods. "Asperth rose, and when she rose she apparently flew in low over the picket lines, spooking some of the runnerbeasts there. They ran, and the herder journeyman, Keeliven, asked for candidate help in rounding them up. Deresh, Arthan, Everin, Maraczek, Kyliven and I agreed to help." Kyliven nods agreement with Jaegon's words. You sense Siara looks at you with intense sadness. Jaegon continues "We were told they had left the Bowl, and moved out into the sweep area. Everin was with the herders. I saw him when we returned. I do not think he ever left the bowl." At least, not that the herders will say, to Jae or even the leaders. Everin lifts his chin, but stays silent, standing back by his cot. Jaegon goes on. "Maraczek, Kyliven, Deresh, Arthan, and I headed into the area normally covered by ground crews during Fall. This is where my error happened. I should have held everyone back, since we were leaving the Weyr proper. I did not." Arthan clears his throat, but says nothing. K'tel raises a brow. Satisfied that Maraczek and Kyliven aren't going to keel over, he eyes Jaegon, crossing his arms as he does. You say "We went about a mile, maybe two into the desert. We had just found tracks when we saw the approaching sandstorm. The wind was already high enough to make hearing difficult. Maraczek and Kyliven attempted to make it back to the Weyr before the storm hit. Arthan, Deresh and I did as I was taught to do, and dug into one place to ride out the storm." Kyliven scuffs one booted foot into the floor. "It wasn't that far," she mildly protests. "Maybe half a mile." You say "All of us had at least one waterskin. When the storm passed, Arthan and Deresh were weak from exposure, more than me. We got back to the weyr and I left them in the infirmary while I went to report to someone. Siara found me just as I entered the living cavern. She and P'ter coordinated a rescue. Jarnyx came along, and we found Maraczek and Kyliven blown off course by the wind and lack of visibility. Ky was ill from exposure." Siara puts in, "Katany...I didn't put any of them in charge of each other, It's not like Macami and I made Jaegon head candidate or something. I mean - they all made the same mistake." Arthan nods at that. Jaegon shakes his head to Siara. "I'm the oldest, I know the terrain best, and I know the rules. ANd I was the one who agreed to search in the first place." Katany says "Jaegon, I realise it is doubtless very satisfying to play the martyr, but it is nonetheless inappropriate. Please attempt to cease doing so." K'tel nods firm agreement with Katany. Katany says "Would any of the rest of you like to add anything?" Maraczek nods. "I would." Jaegon blinks. Play the martyr? From the shock in his eyes, he really thinks it's his fault. Hotohori didn't really wake up. Not at all. He just appeared on his cot, blinking blearily to the conversation at hand. He just doesn't understand it... that's it. Right. Arthan says "Siara is right. Jaegon wasn't our leader, not really. We were free to stay or come along. And I for one chose to go with him, voluntarily. We are all equally responsible." Katany says "Maraczek?" Siarastares at Katany admiringly and murmurs to K'tel, "How does she get the words just right liek that?" She turns and then nods at Arthan's words. Maraczek heads into his minor monologue. "I was eager to help, and I didn't think twice when someone pointed at me and ordered. I just thought it would be an easy task, and I wanted to get treated like I had done something *right*, for once." Arthan clears his throat, embarrasedly, and looks down at his feet. K'tel shrugs slightly at Siara then turns his direct gaze on Maraczek. Kyliven nods agreement with Maraczek. "Keeliven didn't ask if we could help, he just told Jaegon too." Her eyes dart towards the man, then back to the Weyrleaders. "I volunteered. And then I ran off when the storm came up." K'tel says "Why didn't you stay with the others?" Darkness finds a foothold in Everin's expression, peering at Maraczek. His glance strays to Hotohori -- a slight shrug -- and then he's back to the interrogation. Katany's lips curve up, and she says towards Maraczek, "A common feeling during Candidacy." Arthan gives Maraczek a quick glance, frowning. Kyliven shrugs. "Because I thought I could get back to the Weyr. I didn't realize the storm was going to be that bad. And then Maraczek followed me, and kept me from getting too hurt." Indeed, her face is much less roughed up than 'Czek's. K'tel sighs and looks at Katany. He shakes his head slightly. Maraczek finds K'tel's feet interesting to look at. Hotohori catches the shrug from Everin, as the events are revealed out. Yawn is quickly stifled, as well as attention, as the candidate slumps back within his cot. Maraczek only squirms a moment, under K'tel's gaze at any rate. "I knew I could run it in no time, but.." hepauses, and just chews on his lip. Katany nods to K'tel. K'tel looks back at the candidates, "Do you have /any/ idea what could have happened to you out there?" He sweeps the room with a dark look, clearly not expecting an answer, "If you had been injured," His voice drops to a very serious tone, "You would not be able to stand for the clutch. And with only a sevenday or so left, we would be short on candidates!" His look makes it clear that this is *very bad*. Arthan swallows, and looks straight ahead. Kyliven nods once, then again. Jaegon lowers his gaze. K'tel adds, sort of an afterthought,"Further, you could have easily been killed." Siara nods vigorously to K'tel's words, still hovering, nearly bouncing on her feet, her mouth clamped firmly shut against interuption. Everin mimicks Arthan, although his shoulders twitch. Maraczek nods, looking back at K'tel without flinching. "I know. I acted without a second thought." Kyliven nods again, echoing Maraczek. "I'm sorry, Weyrleader, Weyrwoman. I was just trying to help." Explanation, not excuse. K'tel lowers his voice somewhat, "Now. I don't have time to come down here and make sure silly candidates don't get themselves killed. I have much more important things to be doing. As does Katany." He glares at them a moment more to drive that point home. Then with another shake of his head, he looks back at Katany. Jaegon doesn't speak. He's still floored by "playing the martyr." Katany shifts forward slightly, own tone calm. Mild. "K'tel is quite correct. However -- the first person at fault here is the crafter, for taking advantage of your natural desires to be useful inappropriately. Rest assured that this matter will be discussed with him and his superiors." Everin breathes, after a moment, easier. Vindication splashes across his face, then is wiped. Hotohori continues to listen -- observe. Quite the different K'tel than from the last question he asked from the man. Well, so the crafter will get talked to as well. Lips quirk, justice served. Kyliven takes a deep breath, nodding again. "Ma'am?" she asks quietly, in case they're not finished speaking yet. Katany says "As for all of you -- I realise that Candidacy is a difficult time. You are used to doing as you are told without question; moreover, you are forced to wait for a long time for the Hatching, and the tension of that waiting makes it all too easy to jump at any chance for action." Arthan gives Jaegon a quick glance, then keeps looking straight ahead. Katany says "Kyliven?" Siara sighs and looks down at her feet, looking at least as ashamed as any of the candidates. Kyliven straightens her shoulders, glancing at 'Czek and Jaegon, then at Katany again. "Siara said we have to apologize to Faerysa and T'dry as well. I... we were wondering: should we apologize to Irianth as well? Siara said Ranth said she was pretty upset." Jaegon listens numbly. Too used to helping whoever asks in the weyr even when not a candidate, it never occurred once to him to decline. Katany says "Ask Faerysa; she will know better than I how to soothe Irianth." Kyliven licks her lips, then nods. "Yes, ma'am. I'll do that." Katany says "I have no attention of punishing you any more than you have already punished yourselves. However, I require each of you who left the Weyr without permission and caused Siara and Macami so much worry to apologise to each of them, individually." Katany says "They are responsible for you, and they are the ones who have felt the burden of your carelessness more than anyone else." K'tel lets out a breath and again nods agreement with the verdict. Everin's shoulders fall just that guilty distance, and he slants a careful study at Siara. Katany says "In the short time remaining before the Hatching I expect you all to think before acting, no matter how much that goes against your natures. For those of you who Impress, acting without thought might well kill your lifemate -- so you had best learn it now." Katany looks to K'tel. K'tel nods again, "I'm sure you won't manage something this dumb again in a sevenday. Just keep it in mind after the hatching as well. No matter what happens." "Sir," Everin murmurs, acquiescing. Katany moves to Siara, murmuring in the other woman's ear. Jaegon lets out a long, slow breath. He must be hallucinating. He looks up at Katany and K'tel again. Arthan nods quietly. Kyliven grimaces at K'tel's 'dumb'. "No sir. Yes, sir." She nods to them both, then to Siara, offering an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Siara." Siara looks up sharply, She mutters to Katany, "If... my job... wouldn't..." Hotohori listens to the final verdict, a breath released. Didn't realizing it was being held in, as gaze focuses from riders to candidates. K'tel sighs and turns to Siara, watching Katany speak with her. Katany grins. Arthan echoes Kyliven's words to Siara. "I am sorry to, ma'am." Katany mutters to Siara. Jaegon speaks up again. "Sir?" K'tel looks back at Jaegon, "What?" Siara's eyes widen in surprise and a laugh springs up before she can quell it. "Oh. Right." she says, still grinning a little, relief written on her features. She nods to Kyliven and Arthan, "I understand - it was just a mistake." You say "If I may. I'd like to maybe offer a class or something on desert survival, to the others? So that whether they Impress or not, they'll be in less danger out on the sands." Arthan looks vastly relieved. Katany squeezes Siara's shoulder. "Carry on." Everin contributes, once Siara's focused out here again, "I apologize as well, Siara." He keeps it short. Katany wends her way out the Inner Caverns. K'tel frowns, "Only if you can do it here in the weyr. Now is not the time to be out in the desert getting lost." You say "I can do it here, sir." Kyliven doesn't break from her place; not yet, not until they're allowed. "I'm sorry Ranth was upset, too. And I wish he'd won." She also wanted Kineth to win; no use mentioning that, though. Hotohori looks somewhat relieved at that statement, after hearing the conversation at hand. Still, he doesn't speak, prudent, until everything is over. K'tel nods, "Then go ahead." He turns back to Siara and gives her a slight smile, "Good luck." Siara nods to K'tel, "Thank you," she says, "And if you could tell Katany thank you too..." She nods to the Everin and to Kyliven again, "It's okay..." Jaegon waits until Siara looks to him to make his apology. K'tel agrees, "Certainly." He gives the candidates a last look then leaves. K'tel wends his way out the Inner Caverns. Siara looks around the room and sighs, "Just back to regular chores," she says, turning to leave. Arthan sits down on his cot, abruptly. You say "Siara?" Kyliven nods and crosses back to her cot to sit for a moment. /That/ was a stressful event, yes it was. She watches Jaegon and Siara curiously. Everin stays standing, but it's a near thing. He wrinkles sympathy at Arthan and Kyliven, rather pale under the desert tan. Siara turns and nods to Jaegon, "Yes?" Jaegon takes a deep breath. "I'm so very sorry, Sialove. If I could take it back, make it not happen, I would. I never meant to do it, and I really never meant to upset youand Ranth." Everin is soft, perhaps unwise. "Jaegon, I'm sure she knows that. We're free." Don't remind them. Arthan blinks a bit at that name for Siara. Very uncandidately. Siara looks back at Jaegon and shakes her head, "I just didn't want you to miss your chance this time!" she says, the woman speaking, not the coordinator. Jaegon's eyes flicker dark. "Me either. Trust me." Siaras' tone is earnest, She mutters to Jaegon, "... sorry... used..." You sense Siaras' tone is earnest, "I'm sorry we can't make up like we used to always!" Everin blinks, too, at both Jaegon and Siara, and then pushes out. Just out. Hotohori gets to his feet at the mentioning of *love*. Wrong place, for his man. Hotohori wends his way out the Inner Caverns. Everin wends his way out the Inner Caverns. Jaegon's lips quirk at that. "Maybe soon, huh?" Arthan oh. Um. Those two might want some privacy. Arthan wends his way out the Inner Caverns. Kyliven mmrs and glances after Everin and Arthan, shuffling towards her cot. "Is Macami around, Siara?" she asks, loud enough to be heard but not so loud that it destroys any mood. Siara sighs. "Maybe," she agrees, still looking at Jaegon. "Huh?" she calls to Kyliven. "Is Macami around?" Kyli repeats patiently. Siara blinks, "Oh, I think she and Tivuketh are up at their weyr. Why?" Kyliven grimaces at 'up at their weyr'. "I was going to go apologize to her now, but if she's way up there, I can't. Shells." Jaegon suggests "Send Siavar with awritten apology?" Siara nods, "That's a good idea." She turns and sighs, "I'd better go. I'll see you later on." Siara wends her way out the Inner Caverns. Kyliven shrugs at Jaegon, then turns to head out. "I think I'm gonna have lunch and think about it. Written seems like I'm hiding, or something." Jaegon nods. "I need to take a bath. I've had latrine duty this whole time. Kyliven wrinkles her nose and grins. "I know." Kyliven wends her way out the Inner Caverns.
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