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Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the
multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The
glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending
subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the
foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements
of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows
give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls.
No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few
well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the
north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame
the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas
shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Tucked into a glowlit niche are Bow-Wow, Tiramisu, Lox, Solo, Heaven,
Fiannan, Buffy, Kythe, and Maeva.
You see Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Tsunami Banner, Old
Auntie sit-by-the-fire, Fluffernut, Kali, Azlan,
Nali, Brat, Fruity White Wine, Saphron, Missy, and Dustina here.
Lis and Faye are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner
Caverns Crafting Area
"Pretty... yep." The greenrider is reduced to occasional words as her
eyes start to unfocuse in happy sparkles. Lis is
officially Not Here, folks. "I wonder if the meadows are in bloom,
yet..." In whatever mental state she's got herself
into, the girl is oblivious to entering brownriders, even if it is
their Turnday.
D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.
Yo, Lylia! Faye waves at the entering brownrider cheerily, nearly bouncing
in her seat. New knots and Masters visiting
for a good reason makes anyone happy, you know? "They might be n'bloom,"
the senior appy murmurs to Lis, even if the
greenrider's not all there. Faye isn't either. Not really.
Dun dun DUN! Lylia's here... So beware? "Liiiiis!" The familiar call
rings out, and the brownrider quickly trundles over.
"You best not have eaten all the cookies... Oh! Faye!" The cook gets
a glance, then another. "Izzat a new knot?" She's
observant, huh?
D'renn trots in, still proudly wearing his new jacket for all to see,
and across to the klah pot. "New knot? Whuzzat?
Where?" D'renn's not quite awake.
"It isss!" Faye replies to Lylia whilst exuberantly bouncing and nibbling
at a cookie. Lookit how she can multitask.
"Lookit, D'renn, Craftsecond Sybil came an' promoted me!" Beambeam.
"Of course Alymath's not proddy..." The greenrider calls back Lylia-wards,
a bit confusedly. She's definately out
there... Just ignore the little smiley-faces Lis' making with there
berries in her salad.
Bleary blurry. That's how D'renn's seeing things this morning. Sliding
sideways into a chair he gives a smile in Faye's
general direction... "Congratulations then." Then the bluerider's firmly
concentrated on his klah.
"Congrats!" Lylia's not quite exhuberant, but she cheerfully claps Faye
on the shoulder. "'Bout time... With the way we
eat, I'm surprised it didn't happen before." Reminded of food, the
rider swoops down to snatch up a cookie, before eyeing
Lis carefully, puzzled. "Umm. Okay."
Faye peers suspiciously at Lis, nibbling thoughtfully at a rainbow cookie.
She'll just leave the greenrider to frolic in
the meadows of flowers and an unproddy Alymath? Sounds good. "Thankieeee."
Beambeam.
D'renn catches up belatedly, after a sip or two of klah. "Alymath's not proddy?" That's /news/?!
Lis catches Lylia's gaze, blinking back in a rare flash of self-conciousness.
"Oh, sorry... Maybe I am a bit tired." Or
maybe not. "Not lately, unless she suddenly started glowing in the
past few minutes," she explains to D'renn with a bob
of her shoulders.
Tremayne slips out of ::between:: staring suspiciously around him.
"I can go check." Lylia gives a slightly evil smirk, already coming
up with a plot or two, before her gaze lurks over
towards D'renn. "I'd consider it news. Or some sort of blessing. You
sure you okay, Lis?" Her gaze snaps back to the
original subject.
This is all a bit too confusing for D'renn. "Faye's been promoted; Alymath's
not proddy... what's /your/ news, Lylia?" he
asks.
Maeva chirples sullenly, kicking a green leg gently at the ripped-apart
meatroll before her. Faaayye! It's /deeeaad/!
Chirpchirp. The Weyrcook darts her earthbrown gaze to Mae, rolling
her eyes. "I /told/ you to eat it as it was, Maeva."
Thpppbt. Ooh. Does Lylia have news?
"'Course I'm fine," Lis states defensively, giving Lylia another wary
gaze. She saw that look the evil brownrider gave
D'renn. "Isn't it your Turnday, or something?" the greenrider blurts
conveniently.
Lylia shrugs slightly, pretending indifference. "Yep. Eighteen Turns." Turns, shmerns, she's got cookies after all.
The greenie firelizard, Mae, continues prodding at the meatroll she
planned to eat, really, whiny creels accompanied by
pouty, slowly whirling eyes. "Turnday?" Faye queries curiously, slumping
lower in her poofychair. "Oooh.. eighteen?" Aww.
Faye doesn't have anything, save one of those pastry-like Twinkies
of Pern. "Wanta cream puff?" she offers in question.
They're really good, after all.
Tai lilts, with a light step, in from the Central Bowl.
Tai lets out a cheery sigh as she traverses the living caverns, offering
waves and greetings to those within. "I love
spring," she comments, half-sashaying towards the drinks table.
Did Lylia say... Turnday? D'renn appears to wake up a bit, having another
hasty sip of klah. "18 Turns, Lylia? Now I /do/
feel old...."
"Cream puff?" Oooh. To Lylia, it's a magic word even more special than
'cookie'. "Yeah!" The grin slides up her face, and
the now-older brownrider bats her lashes oh-so-innocently at D'renn.
"Awww. Come now, I'll catch up with you eventually.
You can't be /that/ old." Well, hopefully.
Tai grins brightly, then, at Lylia, overhearing Turndayish words. "Happy
Turnday, Lylia!" At D'renn's comment, the
greenrider arches an eyebrow faintly. "I turned 22 a couple months
ago, believe it or not. Does that make you feel old,
or young?" She presses the age thing s'more. Hee.
D'renn groans and puts his head in his hands, curls spilling out over
his fingers. "Didn't we do this on /my/ Turnday,
just gone?" he mutters towards Tai.
Another dragonrider, another lazyhappy wave from the content Faye. That's..
four riders now? Maybe they're all out to get
her. The little Weyrcook, without getting up from her seat, stretches
her arm to the hearthside counter, snatching a
poofy-pastry thing, with cream filling and icing sugar sprinkled on
top. Wheehee. "Heeree," she burbles, offering the
puff to the brownrider.
"Spring..." Oh, Faranth, there goes Lis again. But she does manage to
hide that zoned-out look behind the pretense of
busily munching on greens. "He is old, Lylia," she quips idly, not
giving a wherry wing if D'renn's got his head in his
hands.
"Yes, and you never told me anything," the wingsecond replies amiably,
Tai poking much fun at the weyrlingmaster. "C'mon,
spill!"
"Ooooh. Much thanks, Faaaye!" Lylia's drowning in cream puff-induced
happiness, snatching the treat with a grin. Tai gets
an oh-so-chipper wave. "Thanks! Awww, Lissers, he's not /that/ old,
I'd think." Maybe?
Faye listens to the draggierider conversation, munching idly on a cookie
with rather iridescent hues. They're
spifftacular rainbow cookies: and they're taking over High Reaches.
Just a smile and a beam to Lylia, before she goes
back to listening in. Er.. no, no, she's just here and eating cookies
'twixt a group of talking riders. She's not the
curious type. 'Sure' she's not.
"I'm not saying my age," D'renn replies sulkily, lifting his head to look hungrily at Lylia's cream puff.
Jeryem arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
"Aw," Tai replies, grinning affably and handing D'renn a cookie from
the plate she's just spied on the serving table.
"Don't be sad. Have a cookie." That done, she grabs another one for
herself, and takes a glass of juice.
"Wan' one, D'renn?" Faye asks sweetly, nibbling at her rainbow cookie.
The Weyrcookie glances at the tray of
puffy-things, and glares as a brat sneaks off with one of them. No
wonder they disappear so fast.
Lylia has a cream puff. She's /special/. But seeing Tai's interest,
the rider plops in a chair, smiling sweetly at
D'renn. "Awwwww, come on. Can't be /that/ bad. But cookies cure all."
If only the healers knew. Another cream puff is
snitched, the cream puff bliss continuing.
Lis' shoulders bob back at Lylia for an answer. "He's in his thirties,
so that's at least ten Turns older than I am. And
at least twelve more'n you." 'Nuf said, right? Lylia's creampuff is
eyed by the greenrider as well, but she's still got
healthy berry-things she's not done with yet.
D'renn scorns Tai's cookie, and bounds from his seat to grab a cream
puff. "Thanks Faye..." His day is improving. "In my
thirties? Hmmm...." That's true.
Tai is hurt, but this means, at least, more cookies for her, and she
shoves both in her mouth without further adieu,
skulking towards a table. Pout!
D'renn only scorned Tai's /cookie/... He's happy enough to sit down
by her, and grin. "Well, if you're nice to me, I'll
tell you how old Trydanth is."
Yes, you may all marvel and snatch the creampuffs. Hey, look, riders
like them, so you should, too! Faye beams and
munches on her vividly food-dyed cookie, shifting her weight comfortably
with the occasional glance to Maeva.
Tai turns to peer at D'renn, an eyebrow slanted, lips pursed. "Okay,"
she replies, cheery again. "How nice do I have to
be?" she asks after a pause, grinning.
Tai *cries. I'm getting dragged away. Be Back Later.
Tai has disconnected.
Tai very casually closes her eyes and peers downwards - she's not sleeping.
She's, er, resting her eyes.
"Fairly nice," D'renn tells Tai, licking cream from his lips and then
flashing a glance to Lylia. "So, had any Turnday
kiss yet Lylia?" Trust him.
Family members nowhere to be seen, Jeryem is free to slip out into the
living caverns, acquiring a mug of klah--with
plenty of cream and sugar--before glancing around and trying to determine
where he's going to sit.
Lylia neeeeds cream puffs. The treat's forgotten for a moment as the
brownrider peers up to stare at D'renn with a
slightly amused glance. "No, why?" She getting repayment?
"Oh, /just/ wondered..." D'renn purrs, and applies himself to his klah.
Faye is proud her products are so well-liked. Apparently she even loves
them - snatching another rainbow cookie after her
first is finished. Turnday kiss? Not that again. Ugh.
"Oh, no. Not again.." Lis can be heard to groan from her spot near the
hearth. Curling up in her seat, she concerns
herself with her food. If she didn't see it, it didn't happen...
Mhari walks in from the Central Bowl.
Faye keeps curled up in her poofycomfy hearthside seat, too. The senior
appy can survive on a plate of rainbow cookies -
right? Of course. So, she snags the plate of seven-or-so treats, only
turning back from the hearth to offer a wave to
Mhari. Another rider. Definitely a conspiracy.
The curse is returning? Not that Lylia minds... D'renn gets a slight,
wicked smile before the young woman leans back to
peer at the hiding Lis. "What, no Turnday kiss from you?" With watery
eyes she tries her best innocent look on the
greenrider.
Kisses--once again, the order of the day, and so Jeryem starts out on
a faint pink note, cheeks going rosy as he picks up
a meatroll as an afterthought, and begins to chew on it. He's
certainly not walking over there, with that conversation
going on; maybe he'll just stand here and eat. That works.
Mhari meanders in quietly, a small section of her riding straps hung
over one shoulder. She comes, it seems, for company
rather than food. Heading over to join her friends, she essays a wave
of greeting, but no more, assessing the situation.
Lis tries her best to ignore Lylia's watery-eye business. "It's just
silly," the greenrider states with a shake of her
head. "And don't try convincing me; it's not going to work again."
Having said what will hopefully prove to be a closing
argument, Lis waggles her fingers warmly in a wave Mhari-wards.
"So do you want Turnday kisses?" D'renn issues a challenge to Lylia,
giving Mhari a wave of his cream-puff (what's left
of it) as she comes in.
Faye peers at the tray of cream puffs protectively - to make sure brats,
or adults of the brat persuasion don't steal
them /all/ like last night. She cradles /her/ plate of iridescent cookies
on her lap, nibbling at her third.
Sraine arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Harvest dives out of ::between:: followed instantly by a gust of freezing air!
Mhari seems to judge it safe, for she seats herself, tucking her legs
up under her as she produces a needle that was
tucked somewhere into her clothing, and starts to mending, sewing a
patch of wool onto a raw spot of the straps' hide.
"Are we on birthday kisses again?" she asks, grinning.
"It's Lylia's 18th Turnday," D'renn declares to Mhari through a mouthful
of pastry, looking over the newest entrant to
the caverns.
A challenge? To her? Lylia would certainly not back down. Crossing her
arms loosely, she just smile faintly. "I don't see
why not." Lis /does/ get a slight, sad look. "But you don't care 'bout
me? On my Turnday?" She even gave the rider a kiss
on the cheek for her Turnday... "And yep." Mhari gets a bright grin
as the brownrider nibbles at her cream puff.
Catching that declaration at last, Jeryem--who isn't /all/ that far
from the others--chirps up a, "Happy Turnday, Lylia,"
and then quiets again abruptly--lest he be captured into one of these
kisses which he isn't at all sure of. Finally,
though, he settles at a nearby table, watching over warily.
Mmm, mmm. Creampuffs and rainbow cookies. "Want a cream puff?" Faye asks the newest draggierider addition to the caverns, Mhari, after finishing a munch of cookie. Cream puffs. They're really quite good.
Sraine steps into the living caverns, stretching her arms above her
head in the middle of a massive yawn. When that is
completed, she puts them down carefully, placing one protectively on
a little sling-type contraption around her arm and
waist. She is startled as the announcement goes about about it being
someone's Turnday and stops in her walking to catch
a little more information. "Congradulations." is her belated answer
as she goes over and carefully sits in one of the
chairs, maneuvering the sling so that it is safely situated in her
lap.
"Well...." D'renn finishes his klah and his cream puff, and gets up
casually, much more awake than earlier. Strolling
over to Lylia, he gives the Turnday-girl a broad smile.
"Thanks!" Lylia gives another bright beam, this time to Sraine and Jeryem.
Oooh, D'renn's coming her way? Raising her
eyebrow, the Turnday girl continues with an attempt at innocence.
Harvest dives out of between, chittering wildly as he spots one of his
favorite humans' besides his 'pet. Circling closer
and closer, he finally flutters in front of Sraine and chirps happily
at her. Hovering... that was fun for a while,
but... he wanted to be scritched since his humanpet was off somewhere
with a certain someone. Erg.
D'renn considers for a moment, then leans to press a kiss to Lylia's
cheek. "Happy Turnday," he murmurs, and then makes
his way out of the caverns.
D'renn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Lis is pliable. Very. "Fine, you want your Turnday kiss from me, too?"
the greenrider asks, getting up from her chair
with the light creak of leathers that haven't moved in a while. Rolling
her eyes at D'renn, she plants a light kiss on
Lylia's cheek before slipping into her lap. "I do /too/ have fun,"
the greenrider states smugly.
Mhari may or may not have snorted at that comment of Lis', but whatever
her thoughts, she keeps them quiet. Instead, her
work is set aside for a moment so she can stand, leaning over to place
a kiss on Lylia's forehead. "Happy Turnday, dear.
And many more." Serene today, it seems, with no extremes of emotion.
This said, she reseats herself, taking up her work
quietly.
Lylia got her D'renn kiss. But no D'renn in her lap? Awww. Grinning
slightly, her jade gaze darts over to Lis, before her
eyes widen. Extrememly. "Ohhh." The peck on the cheek makes her grin,
but suddenly she realizes she has a greenrider in
her lap. "You certainly can!" Another smirk, and she peers up to beam
at Mhari. "Thanks, Mhari." She's special. And has a
greenrider in her lap.
Ack! Hide. Turnday kisses. Ickyish. Faye wrinkles her nose, and focuses
her attention on cookies and Cookieland. Are all
riders strange like that, or just the one she happens to be around?
Sraine is startled out of her thoughts as Harvest comes diving down
and hovering in front of her. "Oh! Hi Harvest!" she
exclaims in happy surprise. Motioning to her lap, she gives a large
smile. "Here...come take a load off your wings...but
be careful...you'll have company on my lap." She then moves the sling
a little to show a hardening dragonet egg. "And
you'll get plenty of scritches, since my hands are idle." Notice is
taken back to the riders and she is startled into
blinking. Too much closeness for her. Kissing was far from her thing.
It means you'd actually have to get -close- to
somebody. Skeeery. No...she was just fine by herself and her flit friend
and her soon-to-be flit friend.
"You're not as comfortable as Braniff," Lis remarks idly. D'renn's gone,
so she can stop scowling over Turnday-oddness.
With a squeak of leather, the greenrider-in-Lylia's-lap reaches over
for a creampuff. She needs one.
Geko steps quietly in from the Central Bowl.
Harvest floats down to rest in Sraine's lap, burbling warmly at her
and nuzzling her hand. Scritches... he wanted lots of
them! Syene was being mean and ignoring him so rudely. Spending time
off alone with some person... huh. He eyes the egg
and cheeps excitedly, reaching out gently and tapping it with his claws.
Ooh... hard. Nice egg. Now scritch me!
/Creampuffs/. They're so popular. They're pastries. You'll never have
to ask: where's the cream filling? You want to pay
Faye one hundred marks for one. She wishes. A wave is offered to Geko,
and a fifth cookie is taken. /Rainbow/ cookie.
Hey, that's another draggierider. Maybe they just like the living caverns.
"I'm not?" Lylia gives a sniffly look to Lis, which is quickly replaced
by a sly grin as she winds an arm around the
greenrider's waist. "I'll bet not... He's so smitten of course he'd
make himself as comfortable for you as he can."
Greenriders get all the guys. Another cream puff is eyed, and despite
the problems of reaching with the pink-clad one in
her lap, she manages to snake her arm out to get one. "Gekooo!" Ooh.
"Hi!"
Geko prefers outside, really. A bit of Revnath's sun-obsession has transferred
to her. Not enough to make her give in and
ask to be switched over to Igen, but enough that it's more fun to be
outside. Unfortunately, the food's in here. "Hey
guys!" She glances a couple more times Lis-and-Lylia-wards. "Uh...
Is there a reason that you're on Lylia's lap, Lis?"
Lis waves cheerfully Geko-wards in a blur of pink. Don't mind the unusual
chair. "'Lo Geko!" Turning her attentions back
to her seat, she gives Lylia a frown. "He is not smitten. He's just
being nice." So says the greenrider. "It's her
Turnday, Geko!" the said greenrider explains brightly.
Sraine laughs and puts forth both hands to administer scritches to the
brown on her lap. "How come Sy isn't doing this?"
A sudden realization. "oh...she's with her beau, isn't she?" This is
added with a laugh. A new person arriving graps her
attention and she pauses scritching just for a moment, before continuing
again. She wasn't really a people person, in
case you couldn't tell. "Hey Harvest...about this egg...You think it's
gonna hatch soon?" she asks, running a fingertip
over the hard shell.
"Don't tell me your not a temptress in disguise." Lylia can see through
such things, chuckling as she nibbles on her
cream puff. "And yep! I'm 18, and therefore have a Lis in my lap."
It's Lylia-logic.
Jeryem has disconnected.
Jeryem falls asleep.
Faye chomps at her prettylicious cookie, chestnut optics looking up
at the antics of all the riders. Oh well. 'Suppose it
was worse when they were all Candies. Shudder. "Maeeevva," the senior
appy whines, prodding at the green who's still
disecting a meatroll. "Some people are eating, sweetie." Yeah. Creampuffs
and cookies.
Geko blinks. She must have been born without a logic circuit, because
the answer she gets doesn't explain why Lis is on
Lylia's lap at all... "I see," she says, carefully, it might be added.
"Hey, Lis, didn't you say Lylia was evil because
she sat on D'renns lap? Does that make you evil? Or is D'renn's lap
special?"
Of course, this is the same Lylia-logic that deems innocent Lis a temptress.
"/Right/. I'm as much of a temptress as
Alymath is a prudish old wherry." Her head then swings towards Geko,
hair spilling out behind it with little care for
things - or people - in the way. "D'renn's lap is... special. I guess,"
explains the greenrider with a shrug.
Harvest croons loudly at the caresses Sraine offers him, butting at
her hand in gratitude. At her words on where his 'pet
was, he growls playfully, affirming her notion. Question is thought
on as he eyes the egg carefully. Could be a few
days... or today. Depending on the occupant really. Flicking his tongue,
he tries to convey this across to her.
"Special, indeed." Lylia agrees, just not quite on the same track as
Lis. "And I'm sure Alymath is prudish in her own,
odd way." Ack. She's got Lis hair attacking her. Meep!
Geko has disconnected.
Geko loses track of the conversation and decides that there are wonderful
times to close ones eyes. To collect thoughts,
y'see?
Lis just /rolls/ her eyes at Lylia, disapprovingly. "/Please/. Your
lap is more comfortable than D'renn's, I'm sure."
Scaring anyone yet? The creampuff is munched on complacently, however
hostile her hair is getting.
Lylia shifts slightly, still smirking faintly at Lis. "I don't suppose
I can get up to get something from my weyr? And
trust me, it's comfy." But she thinks she's comfy too.
Sraine giggles a little at the response her answer receives. "Oh so
she is, is she?" She then laughs a little louder,
catching herself before she makes too big of a scene. Glancing around,
she gives some more idle scratches on Harvest's
eye ridges and watches the flicking tongue carefully, nodding. "I see.."
she replies slowly, looking down at the egg. "If
you'll excuse me for a moment.." she apologizes, stopping the scritching
to pick up the egg with both hands and actually
get a good look at it. Not knowing -what- to look for, she looks up
for someone who might. She was pretty good with
already hatched firelizards...but knew little to nothing about the
eggs. "Um..excuse me?" She asks to all in the caverns,
"..but does anyone know anything about firelizard eggs?" Oh boy...she
hated drawing attention to herself, but she -did-
need to know.
Faye gently prods at her curious green again, before sighing and lifting
up the pesky firelizard. "Maeva, darling? How
'bout you go and rest in that lil' niche up there before you make someone
sick?" She's actually not asking. Consider it a
rhetorical-question demand. /Shoo/! Up Mae goes, leaving the deadmeatroll
and settling above with another f'lizzie.
"Phew." But, a call from the kitchen, and the newly promoted senior
appy is up and off, too. "See ya, Lis, Lylia - happy
Turnday." And don't eat all the cream puffs.
"Fine, fine..." Lis slips out of Lylia's lap fluidly, brushing crumbs
off her leathers with a quick wave to the departing
Faye.
Faye steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Awww. Maybe Lylia can get someone to take her lap later. "See ya!'
***End Log***