Jenna of Fort Weyr - Logs - The Lava Lounge

The Lava Lounge

P'ter takes J'nas and Jenna to Boll. They're joined there by Raeche and R'yat. J'nas and Jenna sneak and share a mug of wine. Kindre arrives, has a drink with the weyrlings, and promises to ride the nine with Jenna, before she heads off to Telgar's weyrling graduation.

Jenna - Tuesday, June 04, 2002, 9:57 AM
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Above the center of the bowl, Aisheth spirals down towards the Center of the bowl, and backwings to a landing.
Aisheth walks over from the center of the bowl.
Aisheth warbles again, a greeting this time.

J'nas looks up from the straps he is fastening on Hanreth. He salutes as Aisheth arrives with the Weyrleader, "Good afternoon, sir." Hanreth returns the bronze's greeting.

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.

Jenna is currently blasting away with her flamethrower at a boulder. Niyath has her wings out, and is twisting a bit to give Jenna the best angle. She bathes the rock in flame from bottom to top and back again, apparently not hearing anything over the roar of the thrower in her ears.

P'ter says "Afternoon to you both. Still hard at work?" He grins, "No rest for either the wicked or weyrlings as they say." He sees that Jenna doens't even know he's here. "JENNA!" A second later the echo bounces back from the near wall, two seconds after that, a fainter echo comes from right across the bowl."

Jenna's head jerks around, as does Niyath's, and she automatically releases the trigger on the flamethrower, the flame stuttering out. "What! - Oh!" She snaps off a salute, reddening just a bit. The tank is unslung, armstraps clipped to the riding straps, before Jenna makes her way down. "Afternoon, sir." She swipes at sweat on her forehead.

You bounce down off of Niyath. She turns her head and eyes you a trifle disapprovingly for such recklessness.
Fort Weyr Bowl, by the weyrling barracks
The Bowl of Fort Weyr, a large, nearly featureless plain surrounded by steep mountain cliffs, stretches out before you. It is vaguely oval in shape, long from the southwest to the northeast; you are standing near the wall northwest of its center. To the west is a cavern, carved into the cliffside, where newly-Impressed dragonriders live with their young dragons before they have been fully trained. When they join a regular fighting Wing, the young riders are ready to inhabit weyrs of their own.
To the south is the fenced off area where the Weyr's herds are kept. Along the north rim of the bowl, to the east of here, are the junior queens and weyrleaders weyrs, and the entrance to the Hatching ground. The center of the bowl, off which is the entrance to the large living caverns, stretches out to the southeast.
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P'ter
Aisheth(#11753MVaeps)
J'nas
Niyath(#999OVae)
Trophe
Hanreth(#3131JOVabepqs$)
Taisoth(#2323JOaps$)
Tenkanoth(#16972Vapst$)

P'ter says "So, I was thinking," without any preamble at all. "Niyath was making comments about the possiblility of visiting places." He looks from J'nas to Jenna, "Are either of your currently cleared for long distance *between* or long distance straight flight?"

J'nas shakes his head. "No sir. We haven't received /any/ training for going *between*. Hanreth and I are looking forward to it, though."

Jenna nods, even as J'nas shakes his head. "Long distance straight - long as we have a chaperone, but not between yet, like J'nas said. And Niyath can't wait to learn how to go between."

J'nas shoots a glance to Jenna as he cinches down the last buckle on Hanreth's riding straps. "How long a distance are we talking?"

P'ter grins, "Well let me put it this way, just how far do you folks want to go?"

J'nas smiles thoughtfully as he scratches Hanreth's headknob. "I haven't been to Igen in turns." He looks over to Jenna, "What about you? Where would you like to go?"

Jenna fairly beams at J'nas for the suggestion. "Can we go that far though? I'd love to see how Merrin's getting on."

P'ter says "I'm not sure if that is /really/ within practical range for straight flight, its a little at the extream."

Jenna hazards a look at J'nas and says, "We could try Boll again? Maybe it won't be raining this time. Or Tillek? It's a bit further but I've never been there before - maybe your mother'd be there, J'nas?"

P'ter waits, looking from one to the other.

J'nas ponders this new suggestion. "Tillek? It'd be nice to visit, but Jenufa is probably at the hall preparing for the Gather. Tillek and Boll both have my vote. Flip a mark for it?"

Jenna shakes her head. "Weyrleader's choice," she says, turning to P'ter. "Where would Aisheth like to go? You're likely taking a restday to take us anyway."

P'ter grins, "Actually, how about Boll? I've not been there is a very very long time." He raises his eyebrows, glancing from one to the other, "How does that sound?" - "Restday? Restday? I'll have you know this is my stint in helping with Weyrling training." He grins again, wider than ever.

J'nas grins at the P'ter, "Ah, the tribulations of being a Weyrleader. Couldn't find anyone else to take us to the beach, eh?"

Jenna snickers softly. "Just let me duck in and get some towels and things. See if there's a skin of juice to take with us." She suits action to words, grabbing her tank and unloading it from Niyath before disappearing into the barracks. She's out a moment later, wearing an old, too large and battered flight jacket, and carrying a skin, carrysack and goggles.

P'ter shakes his head, "No I could not, so it falls to me to have to take on this onerous duty."

P'ter says "Right, ready to go? You too J'nas?"

J'nas nods, "I'm always ready for a trip to the coast."

P'ter tilts his head, "But are you ready flight wise? Are your straps checked? Do you have all your flight gear?"

Niyath> Aisheth and Hanreth sense that Niyath sounds excited. << Perhaps this time, it will not be so- >> And here she flashes an image of lightning, wind, rain and the sense of thunder, cracking the air with sound and electricity.

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.
P'ter has left.

Dragon> Aisheth bespoke Niyath and Hanreth with << That seems like interesting flying! >>

Niyath crouches and Jenna secures the carrysack. The queen is clearly impatient to be gone and Jenna says, "I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Niyath crouches and rather decorously offers you a step in the shape of her forelimb to mount.

J'nas looks Hanreth over double checking the straps. "I think I've got every..." He snaps his fingers, "My jacket and helmet!" He runs into the barracks and returns, struggling into his gear.

J'nas climbs up Hanreth's forelimb, and finds a secure spot between his neckridges.

From atop Aisheth, P'ter nods, pleased. "Right, take off in your own time and form up on me in a V formation at the top level of the bowl, up at Open Sky."

You soar higher and higher into the sky, far above the northern continent.
Upper Sky
You are flying high up in the skies over Pern. So high, in fact, that it seems as though you can see the entire northern continent laid out below you. There is hardly a sound other than the wind and the beating of your dragon's wings as your soar about.
From here you can fly to anyplace on Pern. The Fort peninsula appears to the Southwest, while the mountains of High Reaches can be see to the northwest. Due south, you can make out Ista Island, while a bit further to the east of that, you can see the Igen Desert. Further to the east, you can see out across Bitra and Lemos, towards Benden Weyr.
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Aisheth(#11753MVaes)

Hanreth soars up from the direction of the Fort Peninsula.

From high between Aisheth's neckridges, P'ter waves, cupping his hands around his mouth, "Long way down!" he shouts, amused.

Niyath> Aisheth and Hanreth sense that Niyath is decidedly pleased. << We have never flown this high before! >>

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth is /more/ than pleased, << I can see everything from here! >>

Dragon> Aisheth bespoke Niyath and Hanreth with << My rider says that over the bowl you can take the thermals all the way up here, it is rare that they go so high except at Igen and Ista. From up here it is easy to cover very long distances, as you can glide a long portion of the way before you even have to start to work at flying. >>

Niyath catches a thermal and rockets up, sliding into the slot in the V behind Aisheth's left wing, and down slightly. Jenna is leaning in the straps, peering over Niyath's side at the ground far below. She bellows back, "Is this Fighting height?!"

Hanreth follows Niyath's lead and glides in behind and to the right of Aisheth.

From atop Aisheth, P'ter shakes his head, "No, we're too high. Fighting hight is about three level's down. At this hight it is hard to predict where the thread will land, and so it can be wasteful, burning thread that will end up in a lake, or the sea or on rocks instead of concentrating on protecting life."

Niyath> I bespoke Aisheth and Hanreth with << My Jenna wants to know: is this the height that the wings flame thread at? >> She seems excited by the very thought. << I know we will be lower down - >> She sends an image of herself, Jinieth and Elynth, skimming over clifftops as flamethrowers spout, << But will you two be up here? >>

Aisheth responds to P'ter's silent commands, swinging towards Boll and setting up a lazy cruising flight, long flaps of huge wings, loosing about a dragon length in hight for every three or four hundred lengths of flight.

Hanreth begins to weave in his flight, but falls quickly into position at some unspoken command from J'nas.

Dragon> Aisheth bespoke Niyath and Hanreth with << No, we shall also be lower down, about here." He shows himself at a spot about three times as high above the rim of the bowl as the bowl itself is deep. Sometimes higher, sometimes lower, but mostly here. >>

Astride Aisheth, P'ter points, "You can already see the Boll coast, there, in the distance. Its hard to make out cause of the haze, but you can just see the coast line curving .. see?" He points.

Mounted on Hanreth, J'nas looks in the direction P'ter points in. He calls out over the wind, "It looks a lot different from this high up."

Mounted atop Aisheth, P'ter nods, "Very hard to make out any details, and doesn't it all look so flat! Doesn't look there's hardly any hills at all."

Niyath glides far more than she flaps, those extra few meters of sail making all the difference on the smaller males. It's hard for her to keep her position at first, ending up crowding forward close to Aisheth before she gets the hang of it. Jenna's distracted for a bit, working on settling Niyath in, and then she starts looking around a bit more avidly.

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Aisheth and Niyath with << The sea still looks big from up here. >>

Jenna says something, pointing towards a weather pattern over dimly seen Ista, though it is lost in the wind.

Aisheth slowly descends from up above.

Niyath> Aisheth and Hanreth sense that Niyath dutifully translates, << She asks if those storms are common in the summer? >>

Aisheth wings down the coast of the Fort Peninsula towards Southern Boll.

Hanreth flies in from the northeast, gliding gently downwards from the skies high above the Northern Continent.
You wing down the coast of the Fort Peninsula towards Southern Boll.

You wing down onto the gather beach.
Gather Beach of Southern Boll(#1772RJMSa)
Waves crash against the shore as the cry of a seagull pierces the sky. White sands stretch from horizon to horizon, blinding you with their purity. Wildflowers border the beach, their scent lifting spirits. Glowbaskets hang from rope strung from tree to tree, casting pools of light during the evening. A picnic area filled with 'places' to sit surrounds the new bamboo shack with the 'Minnow' nameplate that is set up near the edge of the beach where Elenni stands ready to take orders. A sign points up the cliff path to where the vine used to be and the 'beach waters' look inviting. You can also enter the 'dancing floor'. The afternoon is obscured by grey clouds. It is raining heavily, the water coming down in torrents. The ground is wet, puddles forming in areas from the rain. A light wind blows from the east-southeast and the summer air is hot with a high level of humidity.
Type '+lhelp' for local help.
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Hanreth(#3131JOVabeqs$)
Aisheth(#11753MVaes)
Cooking Pit
Luau Feast Spread

Dragon> Aisheth bespoke Niyath and Hanreth with << Yes they are, the heat makes them happen more my rider says. >>

J'nas unstraps himself from Hanreth's neckridges, sliding down his forelimb to the ground.

P'ter stretches, rolling his shoudlers and back. "Wow, been a seven day or two since I flew that distance straight."

Niyath backwings, warbling, eyes whirling quickly in a delighter blue shade. Jenna unclips and then grabs the carrysack and skins, before sliding down.

You bounce down off of Niyath. She turns her head and eyes you a trifle disapprovingly for such recklessness.

Jenna smirks. "See what I always meant about riders not realizing the distance? Different when you're on your own two feet - or wings, as the case may be!"

J'nas removes his jacket and folds it carefully before setting it on the sand. After dropping his helmet on the jacket, he sets about removing Hanreth's riding straps. The brown is practically dancing as he stares at the water.

P'ter warns the two young dragons, "And please don't try to /drink/ it, its no good for you, its salty, and it'll make you more thirsty. There's a stream over there, that's fresh water for when you want it."

Jenna takes over a vacant table, tossing gear onto it and putting the skins down to free hands. Then Niyath's straps are pulled off as well, and the queen snorts at P'ter. As if she would be so silly as to do that. Jenna says curiously, "You know, the candidates for Erith and Zyanth's clutch always said we'd come to the lava lounge for a reunion, but I never made it. It's here somewhere, but where?"

J'nas smacks Hanreth on the rump when he gets the last of the straps removed. The dragon bugles at the waves as he splashes into the sea. "I've heard of the Lava Lounge, but I've never been."

P'ter points, "Its off over there, see that path leading off into the jungle. Down there, a little walk away. Want to go visit?"

P'ter says "Though actually, I'm not sure what N'sales or K'fen would say. .. Still, if they didn't know ...""

Niyath doesn't seem to be inclined towards the water, stretching out instead and making full use of the warm sand. Jenna chimes in, "It wouldn't hurt them. I'm all for it." Someone's apparently in the mood to bend a few rules.

J'nas looks at Jenna and then P'ter. "As long as we don't get drunk, I see nothing wrong with visiting."

P'ter ponders, looking thoughtful. "Look, even letting you in there I'm bending the rules, so stick to fruit juice or something? I can't bend the rules too far, I've an example to set. See the predicament I'm in?"

J'nas beams and nods at P'ter's request. "Right, fruit. No problem there, sir."

Jenna nods, and points out reasonably, "Though J'nas just had his twenty-first turnday, and I'm a bit older than that as well, sir. It's not like we don't know how to drink responsibly. We're not bubbleheads still in our teens, sir. I miss a glass of wine in the evenings."

P'ter shakes his head, "Fruit juice is all you are allowed. Though if you mamage to sneak in one wine, and I don't catch you, that's one think. But if someone else catches you, don't come running to me." He grins, "For I wont know a thing." - "Shall we go?"

J'nas grabs his gear off the beach and sets in on the table beside Jenna's. "Lead the way," he says, still beaming at the Weyrleader.

Jenna smirks faintly, snapping off a salute to P'ter. "Yes sir!" She gives a little wink to J'nas, and then schools her expression to something at least approaching seriousness.

P'ter wanders down the jungle path to the west.
P'ter has left.

You wander up the jungle path.
Jungles
Lush jungles surround the path that cuts through the natural beauty. Emerald palm trees reach high up into the afternoon skies as large wild orchids sway in the hot winds. Deep green cacti, their flowers bright and colorful, take your breath away. Creepers and vines hang all around, casting a mysterious obscurity everywhere. The main hold is hidden from your view. Crevices and caves hide within the hedges. An intricate stairway, made of stone, leads down toward the river. The afternoon heat weighs heavily in the air, but the shadows from the leaves offer a respite from the hot air.
The afternoon is dark grey and overcast. It is raining heavily, the water coming down in torrents. The ground is wet, puddles forming in areas from the rain. Gusts of wind can be felt coming from the south-southeast and the summer air is hot with a high level of humidity.
Type '+lhelp' for local help.
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P'ter

Niyath> Niyath cracks an eye, watching the riders wander off. Then both eyes open, as if verifying Aisheth and Hanreth's presences and locations before closing her eyes once more.

P'ter pushes aside some creepers and disappears!
P'ter has left.

You push aside some creepers and enter a hidden cave.
Cave(#7245RAh)
You stand looking down a long tunnel as it exits the lower cave. The vines that cover the entraceway keep the hot air from coming inside. The cave is quite cool, a relief to the heat outside. As you move further inside, you end up in a rounded cave within the extinct volcano. Cooled lava tiles the floor as smoothly as if it were laid there purposefully -- except there is some damage now after the monsoon cleanup. Holding the glow higher in your hand, you seem to notice a crude rope ladder leading higher. A deep rumble is heard in the distance.

You climb up the crude ladder and disappear from view.
Lava Lounge
The chill in the air is a pleasant change from the heat of the tropical winds that surround Southern Boll. This cave holds the natively christened Lava Lounge of Southern Boll Hold. The bar, along the far light of the glow baskets hanging from the ceilings. Marcus, the barkeep, is ready to serve you 'drinks'. The largest 'wall' is sanded down for visitors to write on. In addition, there are tables and chairs located throughout the room for people to sit in as well as hanging sky chairs for people to relax in after the day's duties are completed.
Type '+lhelp' for local help.
Contents:
P'ter
Marcus

J'nas climbs up from the caves below.
J'nas has arrived.

Dragon> Aisheth, Niyath, and Hanreth sense that Randoth sends some interrogative thought. << Where are you? I can't find you in the bowl... >>

Dragon> Aisheth bespoke Niyath, Randoth, and Hanreth with << We have been on a long flight. We are at Boll. >>

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Aisheth, Niyath, and Randoth with << By the sea! J'nas and the others have gone somewhere in the jungle. >>

J'nas gazes around the room, taking in the scenery. "Well, it definitely has character."

Dragon> Aisheth, Niyath, and Hanreth sense that Randoth blinks several times. << Jungle? Sea? >>

Jenna looks impressed. "Well, they sure don't want people just dropping in, do they." She brightens just being in the place, despite its faintly disreputable air. The sky chairs are the first things to draw her attention and she bounces down in one, automatically setting it to swinging. "Oh I *like* this. I need to get one for my weyr when we move in."

P'ter laughs, "That is has, it also has action, drinks, debauchery and many other things."

J'nas raises an eyebrow. "Debauchery? R'tran will love this place after graduation," he laughs.

Niyath> Aisheth, Randoth, and Hanreth sense that Niyath croons to Randoth, sending him some more detailed images. Her stretched out on a beach, Hanreth sporting in waves, and Aisheth stretched out nearby. Beyond that, the ocean, a deep wide stretch of gray-green as far as the eye can see. On the other side, jungles, lush green vines. And then finally a hazier glimpse of a low lit room with a swinging type of chair.

Jenna snorts, still pushing the chair back and forth. "After? Try now. I'm sure that, after the last lecture, he's already been chasing caverns girls around."

P'ter says "Now the juice here isn't half bad. Its not what I normally drink while here, but alas, us weyrleader types have to set examples, as I was saying."

Jenna hops out of the chair on an upswing, landing with a light thump, before making her way to Marcus. Is she actually flirting with the man? She is leaning over the bar and talking quietly to him. After a few moments he nods, winks, and moves off to get her a mug. She turns an innocent look on P'ter and J'nas. "Of course. We're such impressionable young minds."

J'nas wanders along the wall with drink in hand. He skims over some of the messages left by previous patrons. "The people who frequent this place seem a bit... interesting." He sits in one of the sky chairs, "This is nice! We should put some in the living cavern."

Dragon> Aisheth, Niyath, and Hanreth sense that Randoth sends lots of sparkles along with his thoughts of excitement. << It looks a very nice place. >> There's a pause. << Sternath is here with me. We come! >>

P'ter gives J'nas a look, "Are you /trying/ to get in trouble with Norri?"

"What?" J'nas looks innocent. "Isn't she responsible for the comfort of the residents? I figure these would be very comfortable." He grins slyly at P'ter and drinks some of his juice.

Jenna laughs. "I want one in my weyr." She turns back to Marcus as the man hands her the mug and takes a tiny sip. Then there is a delighted sigh, and she relaxes, flopping down in one of the sky chairs next to J'nas and swinging back and forth. "Besides, Norri lets us play dragonpoker in there. She just doesn't like riders in various states of undress running around."

P'ter shakes his head, "You have a lot to learn about what makes Norri tick. It is not our comfort as in the padding under our read that keep Norri happy, it is the comfort we get in seeing everything spotlessly clean." He sips the juice, "Or at least, the comfort that she imagines we get from seeing everything so very clean. And those chairs I just do not think would fit in with her vision of what is proper in a Weyr's living cavern."

P'ter snorts at Jenna's comment. "Pity."

Jenna smirks at P'ter. "Just ask L'nan. He's always in trouble with her for it. But yes, I think one of these in my weyr. Cleaned up a bit, of course, and with the cushion Sidanna, Zak and Solant made for me - Just perfect." She takes another small sip from her mug.

J'nas eyes Jenna's mug for a moment. "Norri's got to have a weakness, doesn't she? Maybe we could lean on her," he mentions casually.

P'ter says "oh don't, you'll squash her."

Jenna laughs. "If she's got a weakness, I don't know what it is. Solant's easier that way. He likes pretty girls - oh, he's married and all, but still, if you've a pretty face, he listens easier. Norri just wants things clean and orderly."

P'ter says "You could always try to bribe her with polish."

J'nas chuckles, "I'm not sure how to deal with someone that focused."

Jenna eyes J'nas, "Oh no? I'd say you do a pretty fair job of it on a daily basis. And that's a thought, sir."

Jenna asks, when P'ter can't overhear, "So are you drinking juice? or something else?"

J'nas looks into his glass. "It's red, but it isn't wine. He was at the bar when I ordered it."

Jenna hmphs slightly, and then offers him her cup, trying to be discreet about it.

J'nas glances toward the Weyrleader to make sure he's distracted. He takes a long sip from the offered cup. He closes his eyes in appreciation, "Faranth, that was good. It's been too long."

Jenna grins and says playfully, "Don't say I never gave you anything. There's times when it helps to be a girl. Besides," she lowers her voice, "It's not like we're going to get falling down drunk or anything."

J'nas shakes his head and speaks in the same hushed tone, "I'd hate to fly that distance back home if I were that drunk."

Jenna nods, murmuring, "Exactly. Now, some of the younger weyrlings aren't as responsible, I think. But." She settles back, leaving him with her mug and she with his, swinging lightly, "This *is* nice, to just get away for a bit."

J'nas chuckles, "A /lot/ of the younger ones are lacking in responsibility. Some of the older ones, too." He takes another sip from the cup of 'juice'. "I am counting the days at this point."

Jenna nods. "Me too. I've never had a room of my own? But now I'm dying for my own weyr and a bit of privacy. I'm getting Leah's old one - she pointed it out the other day. Thought about where you want yours? Or do you get assigned one, kinda like me?"

J'nas shrugs, "No one's ever mentioned it. As long as I get a good vantage point of the bowl, I won't mind where we live."

Jenna nods. She asks curiously, "What's the first thing you want to do after you're tapped into a wing and you're not a weyrling anymore?"

"With my free time? J'nas asks.

Jenna shrugs. "In general."

J'nas grins. "Drink. Actually, I'd like to go out and catch up with friends that I haven't seen in the past couple of Turns. More than likely, I'll be moving some stuff from Tillek to the weyr at first."

Jenna's lips twist and she nods slightly at the first statement. "I don't really have anything to move from Fallon's. I'll likely be rooting around in stores for stuff. I'm just hoping I have a bed and a press in my weyr when I get it. Everything else, eh, it's gravy." She uses her toe to push her chair swing back and forth. "What I'd like to do? Ride the nine. Just to celebrate."

Niyath> From the sky, Randoth wings down from the open sky to the north.
Niyath> From the sky, Randoth has arrived.

Niyath> Niyath cracks eyes open at Randoth's arrival, and gives a mild croon to greet him and his passengers.

Niyath> From the water, Hanreth bugles to the dragons as they approach the beach.

Niyath> From the sky, From high between Randoth's neckridges, Raeche laughs, apparently greatly pleased by all this stomach-churning activity.

Niyath> Randoth backwings to a landing.
Niyath> Randoth has arrived.

J'nas sets his chair to twisting on its ropes. "All nine, eh? That would be quite a trip. Are you going to celebrate at all of them?"

Niyath> Randoth spirals down and lands quite brutally,opening his wings at the last possible moment. Above him, the brown Sternath bugles all his way down, carrying a red-faced B'raam on his back.

Niyath> From high between Randoth's neckridges, R'yat unbuckles himself from Randoth's flying straps, allowing him to dismount.

Niyath> From high on Randoth, Raeche laughs, and starts to clamber down off Randoth.

Niyath> Mounted atop Randoth, R'yat coughs several times, trying not to meet B'raam's eyes. "I'll have to walk with my head low for a sevenday, if I want to do it again..." He whispers.

Niyath> R'yat slides with ease down from his place between his lifemate's neckridges. As he reaches the ground, Randoth croons happily.

Niyath> Hanreth croons to Randoth's passengers as his tail splashes in the water.

Niyath> R'yat removes his helmet and waves to B'raam who simply snorts and shakes his head. "Those old riders are a bit too _serious_ when getting even older." He whispers and grins. "So? I can see Niyath and Hanreth, but where are J'nas and Jenna?" He asks aloud, scanning the jungle.

Niyath> Randoth is looking _everywhere_ twisting his neck in all the possible directions.

Niyath> Raeche shakes her head. "I haven't a clue, myself," she notes.

J'nas' eyes glaze over for a moment before looking at Jenna. "R'yat and Raeche are out on the beach."

Jenna nods. "That's what you do. Have a mug at each weyr - oh? Can Hanreth show them the way." She glances around, trying to spot the Weyrleader. "Or should we go back out?"

"Haneth just gave them an image," J'nas says. "But I don't know if they'll be ablel to find it."

Niyath> Hanreth stares at a path the leads from the beach and winds its way into the jungle.

Niyath> R'yat perks, eyes losing focus for a moment. "Thanks Hanreth. I think I know where they are." The weyrling smiles and opens the way.

Niyath> Raeche waves to Hanreth, then saunters along behind R'yat.

J'nas looks down at the 'illegal' cup and grins. "Do you think we should dispose of this before they find us?"

R'yat climbs up from the caves below.
R'yat has arrived.
Raeche climbs up from the caves below.
Raeche has arrived.

"Ahaaaa! Here you are!" Rey exclaims, quickly saluting P'ter on his way. "We found you!" He winks at J'nas and Jenna as he comes closer, turning his head to look if Raeche is following.

J'nas is sitting in one of the sky chairs with a cup of juice in hand. He looks up and smiles at R'yat and Raeche. "I was beginning to wonder if Hanreth's directions were going to be enough."

Raeche sashays rights along, though she does glance over her shoulder. "I had to climb a ladder," she says, sulkily.

J'nas grins. "We all had to climb the ladder." To R'yat, he says, "Is this your first time to Souther Boll?"

"Well, I shouldn't have to climb it," Raeche pouts. She looks over at Marcus, looks him over, and then approaches. "Why, hello there."

R'yat is all smiling as he takes a seat near J'nas, Jenna and Raeche. "My very first time, yes. But I heard about this place. A well known one as it seems."

J'nas glances toward P'ter and grins. "We had to promise not to mention that we came in. P'ter said if we get caught, he knows nothing about it."

R'yat lightly chuckles and stares at the wall. "Oh! We're on our own now. Uncovered and all."

"Well, /that's/ interesting," Raeche says, having a sip of her drink and perching on a stool. "That's valuable information."

R'yat looks at Marcus and winks at him. "I will maybe come back after graduation, but for now..."

Raeche sidles closer to the wall, grinning.

J'nas watches Raeche out of the corner of his eye. "You wouldn't this over our heads, would you?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Raeche puts down her little piece of rock and flutters her eyelashes at J'nas. "Would I do something like that?"

R'yat watches J'nas and Raeche with amusement while sipping his tea.

J'nas grins crookedly at Raeche, but doesn't say a word. Instead, he takes a healthy drink from his cup.

Raeche has a gulp of her gold dragon. "This... this isn't bad," she notes.

J'nas cranes his neck to locate P'ter. "What's it taste like, Raeche?"

"Sort of like there's a Gather in my mouth and everyone's invited," Raeche says, solemnly.

J'nas' lips twitch upward. "That's an interesting description."

Jenna was apparently having a minor discussion with Niyath, for she suddenly starts, blinking around a bit, and then gives J'nas an arched eyebrow. "Don't expect Niyath to carry Hanreth back. And P'ter would skin us alive."

Raeche waves the glass at J'nas a little. "Want a sip?"

J'nas looks innocently at Jenna. "What? I'm not going to order one. I'm just making a list of drinks to try out after graduation." He looks toward Raeche and her glass. He looks like he is considering the idea when he checks on P'ter's location.

Jenna clears her throat. "Wine's one thing. Liquor another." She glances at Raeche and then also looks for P'ter. "Besides, that'd be taking too much advantage. I wouldn't feel right about it. -- How'd you enjoy the flight, Raeche?"

J'nas sighs, "I guess you're right. He's already pushing it by letting us come here."

Raeche has another sip of the Gold Dragon, and smiles a little. "The flight was wonderful. Randoth's quite the flyer - very exciting."

Jenna looks a trifle reassured at J'nas' words, leaning a bit to peer and see how much is left in his cup, before setting her chair to swinging again by her toe again. "Bit long, but... Least you didn't have to yell too hard over the wind to be heard and could talk. Have you ever been to Boll before?"

J'nas swirls his drink around in his glass and takes another sip. He returns to twisiting his chair in its ropes, remaining silent for the time being.

Raeche smiles cheerfully. "Oooh, just once. We didn't come here, though."

Jenna cranes her neck and asks, "J'nas? Is there any left?" She nods to Raeche. "We were down here the other day, but it was pouring down rain then. Still, Niyath got to swim, and that's what she was concerned about."

"Swimming here is lovely. Pleasantly warm," Raeche says, nodding.

J'nas nods and sets the glass down on the table between them. "The water is here is a lot better than the lake."

Jenna trades mugs with J'nas, taking a careful, slow drink, half closing her eyes a bit, and keeping on the look out for P'ter. She licks her lips absently and nods. "Though I still like the hot springs better. Stuff doesn't grow on the bottom there. I hate wading through water I can't see through and not knowing what's under there."

"Are you sure there isn't stuff on the bottom of the hot springs?" Raeche asks Jenna.

J'nas grins, "I'd be willing to bet that there are at least a few pieces of clothing down there."

Jenna mms at Raeche. "Well, there's no weeds at least. Not where it's shallow enough to walk - oh." She blinks at the two. "Didn't think of it that way. I'm more concerned with slimy stuff. And I hate it when the fish in the lake brush up against me. Yuck!"

"The fish are just saying hello," Raeche says, with a cheerful grin. She finishes off her gold dragon and eyes Marcus. "Hmmn."

J'nas picks up his replacement cup and sips down some of the cool drink. "The springs are nice, but I still prefer swimming in the sea."

Jenna smiles a bit at Raeche, "Get 'em to say hello to someone else then. I like the waves of the sea. Rather float on it than be in it, if that makes any sense." She takes a sip from her mug and gives a contented sigh.

"I'm going to have another drink!" Raeche says, cheerfully.

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the roiling liquid to Raeche. He steps back and shakes his head. "It's your life."

J'nas stares hard at the drink Marcus serves to Raeche. "What in Faranth's name is /that/?"

Jenna says agreeably, "Sure, rub our noses in it." A pause and she asks, "Is it *steaming*?"

"A lava twist," Raeche says, blinking. "Hmmn. It smoked a little. Er..."

J'nas watches with a look of morbid fascination. "Are you really going to drink it?"

Jenna asks right on the heels of that, "What's it taste like? - Course she's going to drink it. I would, if I didn't think P'ter would catch me."

Raeche peers down at the shot glass, then grabs it, tilts her head back, and tosses the liquid down her throat. "Aaaaaaaaaaagh!"

Jenna tries not to laugh. "That good? Or that bad?" She glances at J'nas and then back to Raeche.

J'nas winces as Raeche downs the drink. "Are you alright?"

Raeche grasps the edge of the bar, bending over and wheezing. "Ohh... oh..."

Jenna confirms, "Bad, I think. Maybe some juice? - Think she'll be able to walk after this, J'nas?"

"It burns..." Raeche says. And then she giggles. "But I like it."

J'nas blinks. "Did it taste good? Or was it just the experience?"

"Tastes like burning," Raeche titters.

Jenna opens her mouth for a smart rejoinder to J'nas, and then abruptly shuts it, coloring slightly. She settles for another drink from her mug.

J'nas grins at Jenna. "I think her ability to walk depends on what was in that." He points at the glass, where a last bit of steam wisps away.

"I can see the music," Raeche says softly, wide-eyed.

Jenna blinks. This can't be good. "Maybe we should get some juice in her. Raeche, why don't you come have a seat with us? - Before you fall down." This last is murmured to J'nas in a lower voice."

J'nas covers his mouth to hold back his laughter. "Maybe you'd better sit down Raeche." He moves to her side to lend support.

Raeche immediately drapes herself over J'nas cheerfully enough. "Sure, I'll sit with you both. Let's all have sex."

Jenna very nearly spits out a mouthful of the good Benden she and J'nas have been sharing. "Wha-?"

J'nas guides Raeche to an empty table near the wall. He pulls a chair out with his foot. "Here, Raeche. Have a seat." The brownrider waves to Marcus to bring over a glass of juice. He looks at Jenna with a mild blush on his cheeks and shakes his head.

Raeche smiles brightly, tumbling into the seat and clinging to J'nas' arm. "Sure. Why not? I had him, but I've never had a goldrider before," she babbles.

J'nas blushes furiously now. "We could use that juice over here!"

Jenna goes utterly scarlet. She fumbles for a reply and finally settles on an inane, "Niyath doesn't like that."

"I could change her mind," Raeche slurs.

Marcus hurries over to the table and sets the glass on the table. J'nas holds the juice up to Raeche. "Try and sip some of this down, Raeche."

Raeche takes the juice, grinning widely. "'Kay. You want another tumble?"

And now it's time to watch Jenna dance. She remains in her seat and says mildly, "I'm flattered, Raeche. Really. But until Niyath's older, I'm going to have to regretfully decline." She pauses, expression cautiously polite, "There's nothing really stopping you, J'nas."

That only serves to deepen the shade of red on J'nas' face. "You need to drink this first." He shoots a nervous smile to Jenna.

Mercifully, Raeche shuts up long enough to gulp some juice down.

Jenna watches the pair carefully, resuming her swinging after a moment., booted toe pushing off the floor a bit harder than strictly necessary to send the chair rocking.

J'nas looks shyly up at Jenna. "Remind me to never order that," he quips half-heartedly.

Raeche giggles. "It's good! You should! And I'm sorry Jenna. Maybe when Niyath's older I'll have a go with you."

J'nas bites back a smile. "I wonder what Niyath would think of /that/," he murmurs.

"Niyath likes meeee," Raeche says.

Jenna seems almost a different person as she gives a light smile to Raeche. "I'll look forward to you asking, Raeche. Though I generally prefer my partners to be sober. More fun that way, and they don't fall asleep on you." Her tone is still mild, and she nods, "Niyath does." She flashes a swift look to J'nas that is difficult to read.

Raeche smiles back. "I'll remember that." Yeah, right.

J'nas frowns with confusion at Jenna's new tact. He opens his mouth to speak, but promptly snaps it shut again.

Jenna asks Raeche, "Have some more of that juice? Wouldn't want you getting airsick over poor J'nas going home. Not terribly conductive to getting him in the furs with you, I'd wager?"

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath asks, tones awash in lemon-bright curiousity, << What did your rider do to my Jenna? >>

Raeche shakes her head. "Not really," she says, and has another gulp of juice. "My throat hurts."

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth replies, mindvoice blurred with confusion. << My rider has done nothing that I am aware of. The other female is acting strangely, though. >>

J'nas gestures to the glass. "The cold juice will help."

"Juice makes it hurt more. It's... tangy," Raeche whines.

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath asserts, << He did something. I cannot tell what. But she is being Responsible. It is a good thing. >>

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth is a trifle upset. << My J'nas does /not/ upset others! >>

J'nas snaps his fingers to the bartender again, "How about some water, now?" Marcus delivers the glass and shakes his head. "I warned her."

Jenna suggests, "And some bread then, maybe? and a tiny bit of butter to soften it." She pushes up out of her chair, a small violent little move, and has a few words with Marcus on his way back to the bar. The chair bumps in her wake, ropes making a vague twang of protest. A moment or so later, she's putting the bread to one side on Raeche's table.

Raeche grabs the bread. "Oooh!"

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath croons soothingly, << She is not often serious. It is good for her to be serious. As Aisheth said: she wears a different head. >> Or maybe it was hat, but the concept is evidently the same to the queen.

Jenna cautions, "Easy. Just a slice, not half the loaf."

J'nas leans closer to Jenna and whispers, "What is Niyath telling Hanreth? He isn't happy."

"But it's tasty," Raeche says. She holds the bread out to the Weyrlings. "Want some?"

J'nas tears off a bit of bread. "Thank you, Raeche." His eyes are still on Jenna, however.

Jenna nods to Raeche, "Thanks." She also tears some off, likely more to keep the records keeper from overdosing on it and getting sick than anything else. She shrugs at J'nas. "I'm not sure. - There, that a bit better on your throat, Raeche?"

"Mmmn. The bread is a little scratchy, but the butter helps," Raeche says, cheerfully.

J'nas gulps down half of his juice. His eyes unfocus as he apparently communicates with his lifemate.

Jenna nods to Raeche. Good. Maybe try some more juice? Or some of that water, even better. I've heard they have really sweet well water down here, being so close to the sea and all."

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth asks with pure innocence, << Is your rider upset because of J'nas and the other? >>

Raeche snuffles at Jenna. "Are you trying to make me... fat?"

J'nas smiles, "I don't think a little bit of bread will make you fat."

Jenna shakes her head, "No, just make sure you stay awake and with us. After all, we didn't fly all this way to lug you home while you're sleeping now, did we?" Her tone is light.

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath asks curiously, << I do not understand? What of your rider and the woman? >>

"You didn't fly all this way with me in mind at all," Raeche says, snuffily.

Ding. Score one for Raeche. Jenna fumbles a moment and then says, "Well, Rey certainly did. Besides, you want to see the scenery on the way back, right?" She darts a glance at J'nas. Little help here?

J'nas jolts and practically shouts Hanreth's name in admonishing tones. He looks sheepishly at Jenna. He smiles at Raeche, "We might not have come here with you, but you are coming back with us. Jenna's right, it wouldn't do to fly back to the weyr while you are asleep."

"Why's it matter if I'm asleep?" Raeche protests.

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth seems chastised. << J'nas says to leave it alone. >> A pause. << Do you /really/ want to know? >>

Jenna jumps lightly at J'nas' protest, and clears her throat. "Well, it doesn't, but, uh, wouldn't you like to watch the scenery on the way back?" She's definately lost her focus and is floundering more than just a bit.

J'nas sits down next to Raeche at the table. "You know how big Hanreth is. Do you want to be seen being handled like a sack of tubers when we get home?"

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath considers and then hesitantly sends an affirmative.

"You can carry me in your arms," Raeche purrs. "It's romantic."

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth speaks in conspiratorial tones, << They were here a few nights together. Alone. >>

Niyath> I bespoke Hanreth with << So? My rider and yours were here alone, when Branath's rider was at the hold. >>

J'nas flushes fiercely. "I could do that, but it will be difficult getting you /on/ Hanreth." It's his turn to look to Jenna for help.

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Niyath with << Do you remember the lesson Tenkanoth's rider gave?" >>

Jenna clears her throat and instead concentrates on squishing her bead into a soft, compact ball. J'nas' plea has her nodding. "Got to be awake to mount. otherwise we'd have to strap you up like a crate, and that's sure to be uncomfortable."

"Not when I'm asleep. And I'm sleepy. I could have a little nap and you can wake me up when you go," Raeche says.

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath asserts, << Tenkanoth's rider gives many lectures. I do not remember them all. Only the important ones. >> Is she being deliberately coy?

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth flashes an image of R'yat demonstrating with two plush dragons.

J'nas looks around the lounge. "Are you sure you want to take a nap here?"

Jenna is silent on the subject of naps. Squish, ball, roll, repeat. Amazng how bred can take up so little area.

Raeche nibbles on another piece of bread. "I'll be fine."

Niyath> I bespoke Hanreth with << Oh. That. It wasn't an important one. >>

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth gives a mental shrug. << Than that isn't the problem. >>

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath still doesn't Get It. << But why would my Jenna be worried about your rider and the woman here alone? >>

J'nas reclines in his chair, keeping a watchful eye on Raeche. He murmurs to Jenna, "Do you have a problem with Niyath talking too much? Hanreth is awfully chatty at the moment."

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Niyath with << That is the only thing I can think of. I do not know why your girl is upset. >> >>

You say "You sure, Raeche?" She glances at J'nas and shakes her head. "Not terribly. I'm not really focusing on her at the moment," she admits."

Raeche waves a hand. "I'm sure," she says, pushing the bread away and folding her arms, laying her head down.

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath sends an image, clear of you and J'nas, swimming in the ocean. Raeche's image is a trife more hazy, also swimming. << Why would she be upset about that? Yes, we would have had more fun if we were there, but... >>

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth replies, <<Not swimming... >> ...an image of entwined bodies.

J'nas' face takes on another deep shade of crimson. "Hanreth, if you go on, you and I are going to have words." His voice takes on an unusually stern note.

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath is clearly startled, eyes popping open from where she has been baking on the beach. << Oh! Your rider flew the woman. Did he hurt something, like Aisheth's rider did? >> A pause then and she says, << So that is what my Jenna meant. >>

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth is curious now. << Hurt what? >> Followed shortly by << What did she say? >>

Jenna clears her throat, still squishing bread. Right. Um. "Think we'll have good weather for the rest of the sevenday?"

Raeche's eyelids flutter shut.

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath says mildly, << Aisheth's rider hurt his male muscle, my Jenna says. >> A pause and then she says, a bit more contentedly, << She said that she always comes in second place. I was confused, because she wasn't racing. >>

J'nas swallows down some more juice and watches as Raeche drifts off. He seem to relax, but not much. "I'm expecting good weather. Of course I don't have a knack for that sort of thing."

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Niyath with << Second place? When did she do that? >>

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath understands it, but clearly can't explain it. << All the time, she thinks. >>

Jenna takes a peek at Raeche and murmurs, "Should we just let her sleep it off for a bit?"

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth offers cheerfuly, << She should practice more. Than she will win more! >>

J'nas nods, "I think that would be best. I wonder how long she'll be out after that drink."

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath considers, << It is hard to explain. She was not racing. She does not think she is suited for this sort of race. >>

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Niyath with << There is another kind of race? >>

Niyath> I bespoke Hanreth with << Apparently. But I do not understand it completely. >>

Jenna shakes her head. "I don't know." Her expression is still a trifle polite and cool. "I've never seen anything smoking before. I'm glad enough that I didn't try a sip of it."

J'nas fidgets a bit in his seat. "I don't know that I'll ever try that one."

Jenna asks curiously, "Why not?"

J'nas nods toward Raeche's sleeping form. "That looks like a pretty potent mix. I /night/ try it an informal party. Some place where I won't be too embarassed about my actions."

Jenna asks mildly, "Why would you be embarassed?"

J'nas sighs. "In my experience, secrets don't remain secret when people get drunk."

Jenna's tone remains the same, "Secrets? I didn't hear a thing."

J'nas smiles weakly at Jenna. "No. I don't suppose any were let out this time, were there?"

Jenna is quiet for a moment, and then says, "Though I wouldn't know why - if there were any secrets like that - they'd need to be kept secret."

J'nas mms. "Some people get uncomfortable when they hear certain things."

Jenna asks lightly, "Oh? Why do you think that might be?"

J'nas rolls his glass back and forth between his hands. "I don't know. Perhaps a past experience or something happening in their life currenly."

Jenna blinks and then the bluntness comes back out. Apparently, she can only play at being the polite goldrider for so long. "Just what are you trying to say?"

J'nas draws a deep breath before speaking. "Niyath has made clear to /all/ of the dragons that no one is to even think of approaching you." He can be straight forward, too.

Jenna's tone is defensive, "So?"

"I was just trying to be polite," J'nas says as he sits up straight in his chair. "I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable hearing those things with the stricture Niyath has placed on you." He slumps back in his seat. "I'm sorry, Jenna."

Raeche stirs a little, smacking her lips.

Jenna's eyes dart sideways to Raeche and she apparently has one more blunt question, "Sorry because you misjudged, or sorry because of the facts of the situation?"

J'nas shoots a quick glance at Raeche, an air of tension around him. "I won't apologize for the facts. I am sorry for misjudging you, though."

Raeche makes a little moaning noise, then cracks an eye open.

J'nas slides the glass of water in front of Raeche. "I'm sure you'll be wanting that," he murmurs.

Raeche reaches for the water, sitting up slowly. "Mmmn."

Jenna clears her throat. "Feeling a bit better, Raeche?"

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath asks, half curious, half demanding, << Does your rider want to do that with mine? >>

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth is startled. << He enjoys her company! I do not know if he wants to fly her. >>

J'nas watches on in sullen silence.

Niyath> From the sky, Herath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Niyath> Herath backwings to a landing.

Niyath> Kindre gives Herath's neck a loving rub before she slips down with the polished ease of familiarity. The gold's eyes seem to burn through Kindre until she is certain her lifemate is sure-footed on the ground, then turn equally as hot to the surroundings in a quick survey.

Niyath> Kindre wanders down the jungle path to the west.

"Mmmn. Debateable," Raeche says quietly. "What's the matter with you two?"

Kindre climbs up from the caves below.
Kindre has arrived.

Niyath> Niyath is sprawled on the sand, sunning. She is, however, watching Hanreth for the moment. At Herath's arrival, she lifts her head, rumbling a polite greeting to the unfamiliar queen.

"Telgar's duties to Fort and her queens!" The rather jovial greeting comes from Kindre as she straitens up over the last rungs of the ladder. Marcus immediately looks trouble, which seems to please the older rider. "How fares?"

"Fort's duties," Raeche says quietly, glass of water in hand.

"Nothing's wrong," J'nas says, almost too quickly. He stands to salute the goldrider, "Fort's duties to Telgar and hers." With that, he collapses back into his seat.

Jenna doesn't answer Raeche at first, and turns, her expression polite, "And Fort's to Telgar and her queens, Weyrwoman." And also comes the obligatory salute, with a glance cast around for the Fortian riders. "We're all well. Yourself?"

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath grumbles mildly, << She says I should not worry about it, that she will eventually mate with others. >> But she clearly doesn't like it. << You should ask him if that is what he wants. >>

"My head hurts," Raeche mutters.

Kindre's brows knit just slightly as she makes her way to the bar. Whether due to Marcus' usual disdain for her or something else would probably be hard to discern. "Jays. Salutes. Never mind those with me, at least not while your Weyrlingmasters aren't about to take you to task for it," she says and grins. "I'm well. 'Tis my turnday and as I usually do on it, I come here for a drink."

J'nas smiles at Kindre, "Happy turnday then." Just when he thought it was over, J'nas flushes deep red /again/. "Jenna! Would you please ask Niyath to stop that!"

Jenna does quirk a bit of a smile at Raeche's comment, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Well, happy turnday to you then. J'nas just celebrated one himself. And that's Raeche, and I'm Jenna.- What?" She shoots a look at J'nas. "I told you, I'm not focusing on her." There's likely a reason for that at the moment too.

"Happ Turnday," Raeche grumbles, sucking back more water.

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Niyath with << He does not answer. He says it is none of our concern. >>

Rolling her eyes first, the Telgar rider sighs before saying, "Shards, my manners are awful. Do forgive. I'm Kindre, and well met, all of you. I was at that last Hatching, truth be told." She waggles the fingers of her left hand at Marcus, but he doesn't budge. "Many thanks for the happy turndays," is then remarked after waiting a moment on the barkeep. "How fares all at Fort? I've been meaning to get out there."

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath objects, << It is most certainly my concern. She is mine and I am hers! >> A pause and she suggests, << If he did not want to do that, >> And there's a feeling of *yeeeeach!* along with it << He would say so. >>

Niyath> Herath finally stops inspecting the grounds and finds a nice niche in the sand for herself. Settling down, squirming just a few moments to get completely comfortable, she then whuffs what passes as a greeting to the other dragons.

Niyath> Niyath finally puts her head back down, tailtip twitching, and splitting her attention between Hanreth and the older, larger queen.

Niyath> Hanreth acknowledges the older queen with a short warble, but his eyes remain locked on his clutchsib.

Jenna smiles slightly, "I'll be glad enough when we finally get to graduation, tapped into our wings. I've never been to Telgar, though I've met Yashira once, briefly, and one of your bronzeriders. K'ran, I think his name was? He's got a daughter at Fort."

"Sure," Raeche murmurs to J'nas, blinking. "More water, great."

Kindre's head bobs a few times again. "K'ran, yes. Mayhap you can come visit when you all are full-fledged riders sometime," is said before she takes a long draught of her ale. "I remember waiting to get into a wing. 'Tis like torture, isn't it? Now, though, I end up listening to the Wingleaders fight about who will get who. It's almost comical, if you can imagine?"

Niyath> Niyath gives Hanreth a faintly petulant look, accompanied by a distinct snort.

Niyath> Hanreth huffs at Niyath across the sands.

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth challenges, << What if /she/ likes it? >>

Niyath> Herath rolls back one set of lids, the hues of her eyes betraying her relaxed and mildly amused disposition at the moment. Her gaze flicks between the two younger dragons now, interested.

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath says immediately, << She would not. I am hers, and I know her best. >> Bit of arrogance there? << If you do not believe me, you should have your rider test it. >> She sounds insufferably smug.

J'nas chuckles and hands Raeche another glass of water. "There are a lot of places I want to go after graduation. I think Telgar is on that list somewhere."

Dragon> Niyath senses that Hanreth states matter-of-factly, << I will have to ask him later. He wants some privacy right now. >>

Jenna nods to Kindre, "I'd like that, ma'am. I think we should make an effort to ride the nine, but I'm not sure I'll get any takers on it." Then she bites her lip, expression abruptly uncertain. Maybe she shouldn't have said that. So she asks Raeche, "Head feeling any clearer, Raeche?"

"I think so," Raeche murmurs. "I'm a little blurry on what happened, really."

J'nas grins at Raeche, "No more smoking drinks for you."

Niyath> Niyath stretches forelimbs, looking insufferably smug now. Tail stills for a moment, and then goes back to its slow twitching.

Kindre is about done her ale. A few more sips leaves just a puddle of the amber liquid resting at the glass bottom. "My thanks, Marcus," she calls and slides the mug closer to the edge of the bar. "Well, best time to come is right before winter. 'Tis cold, of course, but it's almost always that. It's not -as- cold, however, and there are some beautiful glaciers that blind you with rainbows if you fly overhead," she notes a touch proudly and smiles. "The nine? If you do, may I go? It's been a good ten or fifteen turns at the -least- since I've done it." Raeche gets a curious look before she asks, "Smoking drinks? Jays. Those are another thing that I've not done in turns. For that reason," she tells the woman and grins.

Jenna's eyes flicker to J'nas and she tells Raeche, "Likely better that way. One day, we'll tell you." A pause and then she brightens, nodding to Kindre, "Of course! I'd be glad to have you."

Niyath> Hanreth senses that Niyath says smugly, << Of course he does. Because he doesn't want to ask her. >>

Niyath> Hanreth unfurls his wings and warbles at Niyath.

Dragon> Hanreth bespoke Niyath with << We shall see who is right! >>

Jenna fades out a bit, brow furrowing as she apparently gets into another one of those heated discussions with her mate.