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Sayra looks up briefly from her plate, chewing with some apparent difficulty as she listens. Sarai blinks, "Telgar snowed in? I don't know..." She looks thoughtfull, "Wouldn't surprise me tho." Aurian shakes her head, "We're not snowed in. Its just cold." J'on bounces outfrom the back caverns. "I'm BAAAAAAAACK!" he sings out. Sayra eyes J'on. Lyria looks at J'on and just shakes her head. Sarai waves to J'on and leans towards the headwoman. She mutters to Lyria. Lyria then says to Aurian, "Oh? I thought there was always mountains of snow there." J'on kerboings over to Lyria and gives her a smooch on the cheek. "Lyria! Isn't it a wonderful day?" Lyria listens to the junior weyrwoman and then nods, "Oh, I see." She starts as she is smooched on the cheek and says, "Oh um - yes, J'on, it definitely is." Aurian tucks a curl behind her ear, "No. There are they occasional mountains of snow just not all." Lyria puts her hand on her cheek, maybe to forestall any more sneak kisses landing there. J'on, undeterred, simply plants one on her hair before all but dancing over to the Sandstorm table. Sarai grins at Lyria and tells J'on, "You're a copy-feline. I did that to her last night." Lyria nods, "Well," she says affably, "I'm pretty ignorant about anything north. Still it must be quite pretty." You say "I bet you did it better, Sarai lovely." Lyria smiles at Sarai, although her cheeks are a bit red, "I didn't mind." Aurian nods to Lyria, "Just Cold/" Sayra watches J'on bounce about the cavern with a rather wary expression. As he approaches Sandstorm's table, it begins to resemble something more akin to long-suffering. Lyria nods to Aurian, "That's one reason I haven't really gotten there myself. All those /clothes/ to wear." Sarai grins at her bouncy, greenrider, friend. "I stuck her speachless. The drudges told me this morning." And then to teh conversation of weather. "I think it gets colder at Telgar than teh Reaches... Something about the ocean..." Aurian tugs on her sweater a little, "You get used to it.." Lyria gets progressively redder, "well, it was a bit of a surprise. I'm still trying to work out what it meant." You say "What's wrong, Sayra? It's such a nice day for you to look so unhappy." J'on pauses long enough to giggle at Sarai. Lyria fights to explain this to the guests, "I'm rarely speechless," she says. this is all she can come up with, says her rather hopeless tone. Sayra swallows and peers at J'on. "Nothing. Nothing at all. That is, nothing that wouldn't be cured by..." she shakes her head. "Never mind. It is a nice day," she finally concedes and attempts to look more cheerful, if only to forestall awkward questions. Sarai winks at J'on and leans back in her chair, "I'm sure you'll figure it out sooner or later, Lyria..." Lyria says with a laugh, "I'll just have to ask you sometime." You say "It certainly is. How are you adapting to the new formation? And Shayne's temper?" J'on's voice is just a hair overloud. Sarai grins at Lyria, and doesn't make a verbal reply to that. Sayra shrugs. "The formation works well- suits Vil and I fine. As for Shayne, well.. I try not to see her outside of drills and sweeps and such. How about you?" You say "Linneth and I are new enough we haven't gotten used to any one place, and so I think we'll be fine with it. And I just feel bad for Shayne, cause she won't talk to anyone." Sayra looks interested in spite of herself. "Do you know at all why she's been so grouchy?" Aurian glances towards the bowl and sighs, she leans to S'dar, "Kvasith and I have been called back. More drills." She grins, "Keep an eye on A'ser." Aurian walks out to the Bowl. Linneth> Aurian walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Linneth> Aurian pulls herself up onto Kvasith, carefully. Her fingers grip at the straps as she eases herself onto his back. J'on shakes his head. "No, and I sure wish I did. I can understand her not wanting to talk to me, with Linneth glowing and all, but it's not like she's affecting me or anything. I'm the same as always." Linneth> Kvasith stretches and flaps for a moment. Aurian murmurs, "I'm not happy myself." Linneth> Kvasith tenses, then springs upwards. Linneth> Linneth opens an eyelid from where she reclines, glowing, then closes it again. Sayra hmms. "I don't... do you suppose Elen might know?" You say "If she does, she's not saying." Sayra sighs. "Well Asperth's not proddy, and that's about the limit of my best guesses." You say "Nooo...but did you see Perith today?" Lyria sits up, "Is Perith proddy?" You say "She's...a little greener. Could be going that way." Sayra blinks. "I didn't see- good grief," she takes out some frustration on her meal. "You'd think it was contagious the way it's been going around lately." Linneth> Aisheth lands carefully. Sarai sighs, "It's got to be the moons or something.. half of pern is proddy.." And swiftly she adds, "Cyrath's not.." Linneth> P'ter swings his leg over and slides down Aisheth's flank, landing with ease on the foreleg that Aisheth has places ready. "Thank you Aisheth", says his rider politely as he jumps down from that vantage point to the ground, resting one hand on the bronze behind him when he lands. Linneth> P'ter walks into the Infirmary. Chiya ambles out from the inner caverns. Linneth> Linneth opens her eyes and croons to Aisheth, hide clearly showing that rising is approaching. Lyria nods, "Hmmm." She grins, "I'm not either." Lyria smiles, "Hi Chiya." Linneth> Aisheth does not make himself comfortable in the sand, instead he ambles over to see Linneth. Sayra is startled into a laugh. "No? Well maybe I am- that would sure explain some things." You say "I'm really surprised, the way Linneth's glowing. I haven't been in a bad mood at ALL." Dragon> Aisheth bespoke Linneth with << You are looking beautiful today Linneth. Molten green. >> Sayra shrugs, unconcerned. "Affects everyone differently, I think." Sarai laughs at Lyria, "That'd be a feet if you were..." Linneth> I bespoke Aisheth with << It's SO nice of you to notice. We had a moldy green here earlier, and she was so impolite. But you always have been good at appreciating good color. >> Chiya enters the Infirmary. Linneth> Aisheth bows his head to Linneth and snorts. Linneth> Linneth arches her neck coyly. J'on suddenly giggles, for no apparent reason, and takes a sip of Sayra's drink. Sayra blinks. "Hey, what.." she begins, startled, then shakes her head. J'on doesn't seem to notice it wasn't his drink. S'dar is quietly chatting with some old friends at a nearby table, catching snippets of the conversation on hand. As new faces enter the cavern, he gives them his customary friendly greetings. Sayra pulls her drink closer to her. J'on beams around the cavern. Sarai grins at J'on and shakes her head. Lyria looks over and S'dar and says, "I hope all this isn't putting you off visiting." You say "Sandy still loves us, Lyria. Even if people do get grumpy." S'dar smiles at Lyria, and nods to J'on. "Not put off at all. It's always nice to talk with old friends." Lyria chuckles and pushes her hair back, "Well, now. I guess maybe I just feel like things are a bit - off kilter." Sarai grins at S'dar, "We're not always this bizzare." Sayra looks over at S'dar and grins before looking back to her meal. "Things do feel off kilter," she agrees with Lyria. "My life does, anyway." S'dar grins at Sarai. "I thought Telgarians were the only people who said that." You say "I feel fine. Maybe it's just Post-Turnover blahs." Sayra eyes J'on. "Well, of course you feel fine." You say "No, NOT of course. What if I was acting like...like D'ew?" Lyria looks at Sayra curiously, "Does it?" Sayra snorts into her drink. "Well, you're not D'ew. But I think the rule is that proddy means contrary- since everyone else is so off kilter, of course you feel fine." J'on giggles! "Oh, Sayra, you're SUCH a stitch." S'dar tries not to giggle himself at J'on's comment. Sayra nods in response to Lyria's question before looking back at J'on. "I'm serious! " Lyria says "How does D'ew act?" Sayra shrugs. "Eh- grumpy as all get out. I don't think he likes the whole proddy and flights thing, much." J'on grins. "Like this." He grabs Sayra's drink again, and stares into it, trying to look like a stormcloud. He's giggling too hard for it to work, though. "Like this for HOURS." Lyria nods. Lyria says "well, at least he isn't wearing a dress." Sayra sighs and attempts to wrest her drink away from J'on. Sarai looks entirely too thoughtfull. "Maybe it's all becuase this is the middle of the pass..." Linneth> P'ter strides out from the Infirmary. Lyria nods, "Thread is falling too fast and it mixes up people's brains." Linneth> P'ter waves to K'gen. "Hiya K'gen. How are you? Recovered?" Sayra looks away from J'on long enough to comment to Sarai- "Well, it is one more Turn til it's half over, technically. I think J'on's probably most right. Oddly enough," she ends wryly, looking back at her wingmate. J'on is still holding the glass, determinedly. "Why is that so surprising?" Linneth> K'gen blinks, his eyes going wide open, "Oh! Hi... yes, mostly recovered.... just came back a few minutes ago and had something small to eat...." Linneth> K'gen smiles. Linneth> Chiya strides out from the Infirmary. Sarai smirks att Lyria, "Hey, only ... 25 turns to go. 26 if you count this one." She frowns a bit. "How does thread stop? Is it like a rain storm and tapers off for the last rurns or... does it just /end/..." Linneth> Chiya looks for P'ter, then sees him and comes near to him. Lyria grins, "Beats me." Sayra points out, "That's /my/ drink," before answering. "Because you're in a weird mood and there's no telling what you might come up with," she tells him reasonably. Sarai scratches her chin. "I guess I'll find out in time." You say "I'm not in..it is?" He looks at it guiltily, then shoves it over. "Here. Sorry." S'dar grins. "If it started 25 turns ago, there was still 8 or 9 turns to go before I was born. I've never known any different - it's strange to imagine that one day it'll all be over, at least for my lifetime." Linneth> P'ter smiles at Chiya, "Now then, please don't be annoyed at the question. But are you nervous or dragons at all? Aisheth is rather large." Linneth> P'ter turns to K'gen, "Glad to see you back. K'tel told me that you had a run in with a white out. How is Darloth?" Sarai nods at S'dar, "Same here... But we'll be here when it's over..." She gets an odd grin on her face. Sayra shakes her head. "S'alright," she runs it all together. "I can only just barely remember before the Pass- mostly I just remember how worried all the grown-ups were being, and how oddly everyone acted." Linneth> Chiya examines herself mentally, but she doesn't find any trace of nervousism. Then shakes her head. "No, I love dragons." S'dar nods to Sarai, grinning, albiet somewhat grimly. "I plan on it." You say "If not me, my children and grands." Linneth> K'gen chuckles and nods, "It's good to be back. Well, yes, I had a run in with a whiteout. Darloth's doing well, currently enjoying the very warm sands. He likes it over snow most of the time. Doesn't want to go back until summer." Linneth> Linneth is snoozing, glowing like one of the paler Dawn Sisters. S'dar nods at the mention of children. "Perhaps one day," he murmurs to himself. Linneth> P'ter shudders, "That sounds good to me", he says to K'gen. "Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to catch up on what you've been doing when I get back." He pats the rolled hide in his pocket, "I've got to go and deliver this." To Chiya he smiles and adds, "No problem then. Sayra refrains from commenting, merely picking up her drink and taking a large gulp. Linneth> K'gen smiles and waves, "Have fun!" Linneth> E'vrin walks over from the center of the bowl. Linneth> E'vrin wends his way around a dragon here, a dragon there, intent on the living caverns beyond. Linneth> Chiya smiles to P'ter. "I'm ready. What I have to do?" Linneth> K'gen goes back to his droopy eyed look, and sits down, looking slightly nervous. Linneth> E'vrin considers the humans amid the larger, winged and tailed lumps. His head tips to hear better. Lyria twists a piece of hair in her fingers, "That's too long to think about," she says finally, late as apparently this has required thought. Sayra makes a face at her plate. "Probably won't be here to see it myself." Linneth> P'ter smiles to E'vrin and waves. "Hiya E'vrin. How are you?" Linneth> P'ter turns to Chiya, "I'll call Aisheth over and then I'll get on first and give you a hand up. OK?" Linneth> "Sir," E'vrin salutes the wingsecond casually, coming closer a few paces. "I was on my way inside, but -- need me for anything?" Linneth> Elen walks over from the center of the bowl. Linneth> Elen heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern. Elen comes in from the Bowl. Linneth> Chiya okays. Kyliven slumps inside, in a better mood than earlier, but not much. Or...? She manages a smile for those in the room. "Afternoon." J'on beams, sitting up straighter. "Elen! Ky!" Linneth> P'ter shakes his head. "No, not really E'vrin. In fact I'm just on to do a delivery. Come along if you want to fly formation." He smiles, "Mind you, if your thirsty pop in and have a mug of ale. Up to you E'rin", he states in a friendly manner. S'dar offers Kyliven and Elen cheerful smiles. "Good afternoon." Elen comes in a run, panting a little, giving a gentle wave to all. "Hi." Sayra eyes Kyliven and huhs. "It really is an epidemic," she observes idly. Linneth> E'vrin's lashes flicker, then he smiles thinly, including Chiya in the gesture. "I'd be honored. Always good to practice formation, is it not?" Linneth> Aisheth looks at P'ter and croons in an unmistakable 'do I have to?' manner. Then he stands and ambles slowly over to his rider with a few backward, apologetic glances to Linneth. Linneth> K'gen hmmmms, lowering his head. Elen sees J'on of course due to him calling her name, and he gets a slightly nervous smile, S'dar though gets a warm one. "Oh good to see you again." Kyliven erps and moves out of Elen's way. "Hey, Elen." She eyes J'on for a moment, then apparently deciding it's safe, heads over. "I feel better after a swim," she declares. Linneth> P'ter calls across to K'gen, "Care to make it a threesome of dragons K'gen? Go and scare the daylights out of someone." He laughs, "Are you up to it yet?" Linneth> Chiya smiles encouraging to Aisheth. Linneth> Sharath walks over from the center of the bowl. Linneth> K'gen chuckles, looking up, and hmmms, "I think it would be best if I stayed here and awaited my fate. Perhaps some other time?" Linneth> P'ter nods, "I look forward to it K'gen." Linneth> P'ter leaps up onto a forleg kindly proffered by his large bronze. A hand on the straps and he swings himself up onto Aisheth's neckridges. The dragon croons and turns his head to regard his rider with eye's whirling the slow purple of devotion. Linneth> From atop Aisheth, P'ter looks down, "Careful as you come up Chiya, use the foreleg like I did." Linneth> Sharath yawns, stretches limbs and wings each to each, slow and tingling-languid. Then his head swings, blue-eyed, towards Aisheth. Kyliven eyes S'dar, then his knot, and nods. "Igen's duties to Telgar and her queens. I'm Kyliven, blue Eosith's rider." Linneth> Chiya tries to imitate P'ter. Linneth> E'vrin sidles around to meet up with his dragon. Linneth> K'gen smiles. Linneth> Laurene walks over from the center of the bowl. Linneth> Aisheth warbles to Sharath and swings his head around to regard Chiya carefully. Linneth> Sharath flares his nostrils back at the older bronze, then settles into a taut crouch. Linneth> E'vrin scrambles up Sharath's foreleg to his neck. Linneth> Laurene makes her way towards Idrelth's side, a wary eye kept on Linneth. "Would you mind bringing me up to the weyr now, Idrelth?" Linneth> On Sharath's neck, E'vrin stiffens in putting his straps in order: the sound of that feminine voice, carrying between dragons... Sharath's head turns, and his eyes roll thoughtful green on Laurene and Idrelth. Linneth> Chiya is helped up on to Aisheth, both by the kindly offered foreleg and P'ter's heave. Linneth> Idrelth rumbles quietly, unwilling to move. Laurene sighs, glancing up at E'vrin and Sharath. Sayra waves to Elen to get her attention and hopefully bring her over to where she and J'on are holding down Sandstorm's table. Linneth> Aisheth lifts his head to follow Chiya's progress then continues the movement, turning the head right back over his body, over his rider and Chiya to look at Idrelth, to whom he croons. Elen sees a hand gesticulating near by, sees Sayra and grins. "Oh hello there." She moves that way." J'on is staring distractedly at the bowl, eyes glazed. Linneth> Sharath paws briefly at the ground, sniffs the resultant dust. E'vrin rides out the motion; he might sneak a look across at Laurene. Might not. Linneth> Tivuketh lands carefully. Linneth> Macami gracefully slides from her lifemate's neck and smiles lovingly back up at him, as he warbles to her when she safely reaches the ground. Linneth> Aisheth tenses, then springs upwards. Linneth> Macami dismounts her lifemate with a purpose, looking around for someone. She waves to Laurene. "Have you see Elen, love?" Kyliven nods again to S'dar, then eyes the mostly empty Sirocco table and grunts. Instead, she trots towards the Sandstorm table, finding a spot near J'on. "Hey, J'on. How's Linneth? I made Eosith drop me off away from the entrance so he wouldn't bother her anymore." Linneth> Sharath tenses, then springs upwards. J'on doesn't respond at first. Sayra mutters something quietly to Elen. Linneth> As she doesn't get an immediate reply, Macami sighs. "I'll just go looking for her in the Living Cavern. See you later." She rushes off. Linneth> Macami heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern. Macami comes in from the Bowl. Macami comes in almost at a run, looking for someone. She sighs as she spots Elen and walks towards her wingsecond. Linneth> Laurene shakes her head, "No, I---" watches Macami walk off. Sighs. Elen looks at Sayra, one brow raised. "I am not sure I can answer!" Kyliven frowns at J'on's unresponsiveness, then sighs. "Hey, you feeling alright?" she asks him quietly, leaning in slightly. Sayra shrugs. "Don't if you can't," she returns easily. "We-" she includes J'on in that- "Were talking about it and wondering." J'on jumps. "Wha?? Huh?" Macami coughs. "Elen, got a moment to spare?" Kyliven half-grins. "Are you feeling alright?" she asks again. "I asked you about Linneth, and you didn't say anything..." Elen looks at J'on, then back at Sayra. "Well, I know as her friend, not her wingmate...so i cannot realy betray a confidence, just let it be said she needs the whole wing's support." Elen turns to Macami then. "yes?" You say "Oh, I'm fine. Why?" Macami is slightly flushed and murmurs softly. "I want to apologize." Sayra nods thoughtfully, pushing a fork aimlessly around her plate. Elen looks as though she can hardly believe her ears. "You do dear?" Linneth> Kiryath lands carefully. Linneth> Deannus grabs a strap and swings down from Kiryath's neckridges. Using the extended foreleg as a prop to bounce off of, she lands in a neat crouch a few feet away, and turns to flash a grin at the brown. He, of course, is used to this and only heaves a resigned sigh. Linneth> Linneth looks at the new brown and croooooons softly. Macami blushes some more. She mutters to Elen, "... to think, and... Laurie... I'm... a bit... this morning. Accept my proclamation of..." She holds out her arms, a bit stiffly. Linneth> Yasinth swings her head to regard a Kiryath, and then she gives a great 'whuff' of disdeign. Kyliven laughs shortly as J'on is once again about half a conversational step behind her. "How is Linneth?" she asks again. "I had Eosith drop me off halfway across the bowl and told him not to bother her anymore." Linneth> Deannus yanks her helmet off and musses her hair to unflatten the unruly mess. "Y'can go flirt, yes," she chuckles, getting in a quick affectionate scritch to Kiryath's eye ridges before setting off towards the living cavern. Linneth> Deannus heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern. Deannus comes in from the Bowl. Linneth> Laurene leans against Idrelth's side. "I'm going to carve a ladder into the bowl walls so I'm not dependent on you, you giant wherry." Linneth> Tivuketh moves a bit closer to Linneth, growling a bit at Kiryath. Here's where friendship ends. Elen takes macami's hand, large grin forming on her face. "I think I like the fact that Laurie is your weyrmate more and more, of course you are my friend!" Sayra looks up and away from the half-heard conversations around her. "Deannus!" she greets. Linneth> Kiryath tilts his head to one side and down so that he can look up at Linneth. This is his cute pose. Forget dignity. Forget the other males too. A soft croon is returned to match hers before the large brown turns his regard to Yasinth, emitting another croon though this one speaks more of amusement. Linneth> Idrelth just remains where he has, steady attention focussed on the glowing green. Soft rumbles now and then sent her way. You say "Oh, she's just FINE! The better for a nap, I think." Macami smiles happily and then hugs the bluerider. "Jays, thanks. And yes, I'm very glad we are together, everything she says makes most perfect sense. She is most wonderful, as are you." Linneth> Yasinth whuffs again, turning her muzzle up a little as she coils into a frosty green ball on this nice, warm, sandy bowl floor. Deannus strides in, swinging her helmet by its strap. "Fort's duties t'Igen an' it's queens, an' those glorious greens soakin' in th'sun outside. Who belongs to th'glowy one?" she asks Sayra, with a wink. Linneth> Linneth eats up the attention with a spoon, figuratively speaking. She streeeetches, then preens her near wing, showing off the glorious color. Macami turns her head to smile at Deannus. She points her to J'on. Elen hugs Cami back and chuckles. "Now you are getting all mushy on me!" She spots Dea and waves. "Hi there and Igen's duties...you back to assault my weyrmate again?" Sayra grins and returns, And Igen's duties to Fort and her queens and that would be his, there," she indicates the distracted looking rider next to her. J'on mutters something under his breath, then aloud "Yes, MUCH better. She was trying to spoil my mood earlier." Deannus grins at Elen, "I'll try t'restrain myself." Her eyes drift to J'on, sweeping over him with practiced and quite casual scrutiny. "Can' have you in a bad mood," she chuckles as she heads to the serving table to liberate a mug of juice. Macami takes a deep breath. "Okay, that's settled then. Now I only have to apologize to Siara and then things are okay." She gives another hug, then turns on her heels. "Have to go to Laurie now," she smiles and heads out again. Macami walks out to the Bowl. Linneth> Macami walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Kyliven quirks an eyebrow. "Really? Well, you sure seem much... more settled than you were before. Eosith doesn't bother her, does he?" she asks anxiously. Linneth> Macami returns from the Living Cavern, much more cheerful than before and sweeps Laurene off her feet. Elen smiles after Cami, "Now that was nice to see.." She chuckles. "I know he is hard to resist Dea, just ask Sayra here." Linneth> Kiryath swings his head from side to side to take each green in, in turn. Oh dear. What's a lecherous brown to do? He settles for staying a slight distance back, allowing both into his view, and worshipping from afar. Linneth> Laurene blinks, giving a startled noise. "Uh, hello love." She grins. J'on suddenly bounces up. "DEANNUS!" And he smooches Kyli on the cheek quickly, and then dances over to Deannus and kisses her too, on both cheeks. Deannus starts in surprise, nearly droping the mug of juice she'd picked up. "Uh! Hi J'on. Y'forgot th'one that goes here," she teases him, tapping a finger against her lips. Linneth> K'gen hmmms and thinks. Sayra eyes Elen. "I have /not/ assaulted your weyrmate," she insists. "I haven't even kissed him," she pauses. "Well, not really." Linneth> Macami sets Laurene down carefully, then grins at all those brown dragons admiring the greens. "Now that's an interesting sight, love. Sorry for running off like that earlier, I needed to talk to Elen." Elen laughs! "Not really, i will not ask for any more details here Sayra." Kyliven blinks in surprise at the sudden bouncing, one hand going to her cheek. "Oh dear," she says, eyes following J'on as he bounces up to the unfamiliar brownrider. "Igen's duties..." J'on giggles. "Silly me!" and plants it, right there, without a qualm. Linneth> Laureneshakes her head, "That's okay. What's got you so excited?" Sayra doesn't seem to mind whether Elen asks or not and explains, "Just on the cheek, when I thanked him for helping me out. That's all." Deannus giggles as well, returning the kiss with little in the way of reserve. But she has to step back for air after a moment. "Thank you! That was some greeting." Elen looks almost disappointed. "Oh, well that means I cannot rant and rave at you." She teases. J'on mmmms and grins. "We'll HAVE to do that again sometime, Dealove, when we have more time. And more space. And so on. How're you? Going to come live here yet, away from drear...I mean. Away from Fort?" Sayra bahs and sticks her tongue out. "Go ahead if you like, I'm sure I've done something I need ranting at for whther anyone's noticed or not." Deannus leans a shoulder against the greenrider, comfortably looping an arm aroundhis waist and gesturing around the cavern for emphasis as she says, "I admit, it's difficult t'resist th'temptation of Igen an' the truly gorgeous greenriders she has, but...this is just a visit, unfortunately." Sarai walks back in from the records room, finishing whatever she'd been dragged way to do. Kyliven frowns, her dark eyes fastened on J'on and the tiny stranger. Elen laughs. "I cannot Sayra, you are too good a friend, even if you are after d'ew." Sayra shakes her head with a reluctant grin. "Elen..." she draws the name out exasperatedly. Linneth> Linneth suddenly sits up, spontaneously tired of sharing the bowl with that...other. There are no words for her. She looks toward the lower cavern and bellows. Elen shrugs, making her way to the Infirmary. "I will tell D'ew you do not care then..." Elen enters the Infirmary. Sayra stares after Elen with a most frustrated, amused, and exasperated expression. Linneth> Tivuketh croons pitifully. Does that mean he will lose sight of that wonderfully green, so soon? He seems indeed unhappy. J'on winces as a dragon bellow issues from outside. "Shells and shards, Linneth!" He disengages apologetically from Deannus. "She's SO moody today! I fear when I start feeling her proddiness!" He waves to all and sundry and darts from the cavern. Deannus winces, glancing towards the bowl and chuckling, "Her Ladyship calls. Until later, J'on." She heads on over to Sayra's side, sipping from the juice as she goes. "Elen teasin' you?" Linneth> Yasinth wiggles her eyeridges a little at that fit. She refuses to move. It is warm here, and she likes it that way. You walk out into the Bowl. Field outside the Main Entrance Contents: Macami Kiryath Tivuketh(#14851Japs) Laurene K'gen Chezroth Yasinth(#253QVaepqs) Idrelth Linneth(#13222apqs) Tularth Healers' Herb Garden Obvious exits: Guest ledge INFirmary Main Entrance Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds North Linneth hisses at the males and IGNORES the usurper. So there. You say "All RIGHT, all RIGHT....wherry teeth!" You swing up into Linneth's back as she crouches to assist you. J'on waves and has his head rocked on his neck as Linneth takes off without ceremony.
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