Jenna goes to Igen to pick up her new foster: Yvera, Y'kon and Cathedra's daughter. While there she drops in on Terrilia, who's expecting, meets N'lan, and talks to K'fen about F'niah.

jenna - Thursday, September 05, 2002, 12:44 PM
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@>> Kheveth lifts his head and croons a greeting to Niyath. Like before, he brushes her neck with his own in greeting.

@>> Rosmyn brushes back her bangs, now like little steel wool balls from the humid whuffle. She shakes her head and points to the map. "No, no, silly." She hushes softer as another dragon lands. "We can hide, in the inner cavern, deep down there,no one will know, and you don't have to go then."

@>> Niyath backwings neatly, rumbling a warm greeting to Cyameth and Kheveth as she settles. The brown's nuzzle is rewarded with a coy arching of her neck in a clear, 'Awww, shucks' gesture. Jenna manages to squirm out of her riding jacket, stuffing gloves in the pocket, as Niyath lands, and releases the straps with an audible sigh.

You bounce down off of Niyath. She turns her head and eyes you a trifle disapprovingly for such recklessness.
Igen Weyr Main Entrance Field
Activity surrounds the Igen Weyr Bowl, especially so close to the Living Caverns. A road runs beneath the huge cliffs which form the southeastern section of the Igen Weyr Bowl. The wall opens here in three places, the middle one leading to the Living Cavern, and through it, the Inner Caverns. The northernmost one is the largest, being the Infirmary for both dragons and humans. The ground is solid and rocky and, in the brightest sun, glares uncomfortably.
To the north the path continues, winding its way past the hatching grounds (off the Weyrling Training Fields) to eventually leave the bowl. Cutting across the bowl to the northwest brings you to the center of the bowl. To the west lies a green field full of beasts- the Weyr's feeding grounds. The infirmary weyr opens to the northeast, and the living caverns to the east.
Contents:
Niyath(#999Oaet)
Rosmyn
Yvera
Kheveth
Typhenth(#17009Vaes$)
Cyameth(#15828Jaeps$)
Herb Garden(#17375Vaest$)

Rosmyn blinks as she realizes it's a goldrider arriving and she straightens full. "Igen's duties to Fort Weyr and all your queens, ma'am."

Rosmyn:
A sproutling girl of ten turns or so, her body long left behind any signs of baby fat as her limbs have taken on a long, colt-like awkwardness that foretells of much growing to come. Her reddish-brown mop of hair has been somewhat contained, however her thick curls seem to have a life of their own as they escape from the single plait down her back. The curls are sun streaked with copper, and tied up with an azure ribbon. The girl's eyes are almost that same colour, deep blue, almond shaped and surrounded by long, dark lashes which do not quite mask the glimmer of mischief that sparkles somewhere within.
She has donned a very long, very loose-fitting tunic, one that drapes almost to her knees, and whose sleeves would hang quite near to her fingertips were they not bound around her wrists with a ribbon matching the one in her hair. A much broader version binds the wheat-coloured shirt around her midriff. Her pants are indiscernibly brown, their knees ever so slightly on the dirty side, though her sturdy and scuffed desert boots seem clean enough.
Dishwater blonde hair hangs in frizzy curls to frame her face, the long locks reaching midway down her back. Her startlingly blue-green eyes are framed in nearly invisible blonde eyelashes and her eyebrows have been sunbleached pale against her tanned face, remnants of her Turns at Igen Weyr. She has matching dimples that etch themselves deeply into her cheeks, enhanced by the layer of baby fat she has yet to outgrow. Despite the extra weight through her middrift, her arms and legs have a slightly lanky appearance to them, showing that her height of 4'4" is recently aquired.
She has on a knot showing her as being a resident of Fort Weyr, though it's recently aquired. She is somewhere around 10 Turns, 0 months, and 6 days old, though she is often assumed to be younger.
Carrying:
Ekins

Cyameth is lying in the sun, tailtip twitching, looking restless and a bit sulky. He lifts his head and warbles brightly to the arriving gold, though.

Your location's current time: 15:51 on day 21, month 8, Turn 41, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer afternoon.

Jenna grins at the girls, "And Fort's to Igen and her queens." Kheveth is given a warm smile, and she looks back at the girls, "You girls aren't out in this heat without hats are you? You'll burn to a cinder."

Niyath> Cyameth senses that Niyath croons softly, << Kheveth's rider said that yours has not yet had the little one. We came to see her, and to get Jenna's newest little one. >> Her tone is a trifle proud on that last one.

Yvera turns a bit, following Rosmyn's gaze toward the arriving dragon and rider. Her eyes go a bit big. "Rosi," she hisses, "I think that's her!" As if to tell her to stop being so polite. "Wait, maybe she'll take you too? Then you can come with me and we won't have to hide. And we can sleep in beds instead of on the ground." She turns away from Rosmyn, toward Jenna and smiles her best smile. Angelic. Sweet. Eyes are squinted against the sunlight. "We's used to it, ma'am."

Rosmyn looks up at the sky, then to Jenna, then blinks. "You sound like my mama, ma'am, only she's dead." She does move into the convienent shade of Cyameth however, keeping care not to get too close to the restless dragon.

Rosmyn shakes her head,her eyes widening as she listens to Yvera. Exclaiming loudly, she looks to Cyameth now, more for protection, as if the small blue could keep her safe from the gold. "No way, I'd rather eat stale meatrolls and sleep on the floor."

Dragon> Kheveth and Niyath sense that Cyameth's tone warms. << Hello Niyath! It is good to see you and your rider! Terri is upstairs--here: < distorted image of a guest weyr>. She would like to see you. Your rider has a hatchling, too? She does not look like she is carrying an egg...>>

Jenna fans her face a bit, not hearing the hissing of the blonde girl. "I'm certainly not, too bad I can't borrow one of yours-" She breaks off, looking confused, "No way what? Did I miss something?" Blue eyes flicker from one to the other and bck again.

Cyameth croons curiously at Rosmyn, tilting his head to look at her in concern.

Rosmyn blinks, startled. "No way... ma'am?"

Niyath> Kheveth and Cyameth sense that Niyath rumbles, amused. << She is not. She takes care of other people's. But one of those got Big and became an apprentice. So she is here to get a new one. She's very excited about it. Nemanth and Everth's rider's hatchling. She has never seen her before, but Nemanth's rider has been talking to her about her. >>

Yvera's shoulders slump just a little as she glances at Rosmyn with a bit of a frown. "Come /on/ Rosi," she whimpers toward her friend. "Please? I don't want to go alone. I don't have any friends there!" Her eyes drift toward Jenna and she swallows hard. "Nothing, ma'am? But I bet they're waitin' for ya inside the living cavern. You're here for a meeting, right?" Right?

Dragon> Kheveth and Niyath sense that Cyameth's confusion clears up. << Ah, I see. Hatchlings grow quickly. My rider has three, and an egg. >>

Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Cyameth and Niyath with << Nemanth's rider's hatchling is *image of Yvera*. >>

Jenna's brow furrows at Rosmyn, "Wh - oh! No, I meant - well, you said 'No Way, that you'd rather sleep on the floor and eat stale meatrolls? Rather than what? I thought Master Dendra was a wonderful baker?" She looks utterly confused, and then turns to the blonde girl. "Actually, I'm here to see Terrilia. And Cathedra. No meetings today." And likely confirming the girl's worst fear.

Rosmyn signals to Yvera with rapidly shifting eyebrows, looking more like she has sand in her eyes than much else. "I can't go, Yvera, I got Vykar and Lysa to take care of and .." She pauses listening politely to Jenna. "Yes ma'am, no offense, but Fort isn't Igen."

Niyath tilts her head, crooning lightly to Kheveth and Cyameth, before stretching her neck down and moving forward just a bit to get a better view of the girls. If Jenna was confused before, now she's downright lost. "Niyath? What'are you up to? -- Well, of course it's not. Not nearly so hot. Though I for one, think the desert is just as pretty."

Cyameth croons back to Niyath, straightening his neck. He unfurls one wing and lets it droop down behind Rosmyn.

Rosmyn presses in against Cyameth and peeks out at the goldrider and the gold.

Rosmyn!!!! Yvera shoots her a /look/. Great, now Jenna's going to know exactly who she is. "She's really pretty, ma'am," she says to Jenna, nodding her head toward Niyath. She shifts, trying to hide her stuffed bag behind her. Maybe Jenna didn't hear her name and she can still slip away. One might get the idea she's not too fond of the idea of going to Fort Weyr. "Mo-- Cathedra isn't here. She's picking up a jacket from the Weaver Hall for her daughter. She doesn't have cold weather clothes and Fort gets cold and it isn't cold here much and so she needs clothes." Yes, Yvera rambles a bit.

Cyameth croons reassuringly to Rosmyn, more a vibration than a sound.

Rosmyn ohs. Her eyes widening, catching on. "Oh right, Ysarela. That's right. She's off at weavercraft. With her daughter, Yvera."

Jenna may not have heard, but dragons are telling tales. She grins at both girls, "No need to be shy," She waves a hand up at her queen, "Niyath, get your bloody huge head back, they don't need you fawning over them. -- Oh? Really? That's a disappointment. And it gets cold at Fort, but P'ter seems to like it all right. Aisheth loves the snow. You should come visit when we have some, have fun playing in it." Niyath pulls back, sulking faintly. The queen's head is lowered to the ground and she watches the girls hopefully.

Rosmyn shakes her head firmly, still within the protection of the blue, backing her up. "Thank you very much even though I like P'ter, even though he pinched my cheeks once and called me a cute youngster, I think I'll stay right here."

Niyath> Kheveth and Cyameth sense that Niyath sounds a trifle dismayed. << They aren't afraid of me, are they? >>

"Mommy likes him enough, he Impressed with her--" Yvera stops herself, cutting short as she looks toward Jenna. That might come too close to giving her away. "I don't think I'll like snow. I never saw it, but I heard it's cold."

Cyameth croons reassuringly, though he lets Rosmyn step back into the shelter of his lowered wing.

Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Cyameth and Niyath with << My rider says that he thinks *image of Yvera* is more afraid of *image of Fort Weyr* than of you. >>

Dragon> Kheveth and Niyath sense that Cyameth agrees, answering thoughtfully, << I don't think so...I do not think they want to go to <image of Fort Weyr > though. >>

Jenna grins at Rosmyn, "Well, the offer's always open, even for a short visit." She tilts her head at Yvera, "Don't think you'll like it? Well, how do you know if you've never seen it? And it can be cold, yes, but the caverns are nice and warm, and there's hot cider and warm bubblies and all. Nothing better after a day of playing in the snow. You can build all sorts of forts and stuff. I half think that's how Fort got its name."

Yvera's eyes light up a bit. Bubblies? She glances to Rosmyn. "They got bubblies there, too!" As if Igen were the only place to ever have them. "I bet there aren't any kids there," she says to Jenna. "Not our age. So we wouldn't have any friends to play with."

Niyath> Kheveth and Cyameth sense that Niyath feels slightly mollified. << It can be imposing. It is much cozier here. >>

Rosmyn separates herself somewhat from Yvera.. "No, I don't suppose they'd have children there, your age, Ysabbble." She eyes Jenna with suspicion. "That's close to Harper Hall too and you are a goldrider, right?" She puts two and two together and makes three, and presses closer to Cyamath.

Cyameth turns his head to look at Rosmyn again, curious and concerned.

Jenna shakes her head. "Oh no. There's oodles of them. You girls are what? Around ten turns or so? I've a foster son Zalkin who's nearly ten. And then there's Galenn who's a bit older, and Madalyne and Marga and Paulin." She nods to Rosmyn, "Oh, fairly close. I used to run it in right around half a day. Bit less by runnerback. The weyr's just swarming with harpers right now though, with the records rooms being cleaned out." She pauses and leans a bit in to the two girls, "Can you girls keep a secret?"

Dragon> Cyameth bespoke Kheveth and Niyath with << We have warm sand and sunshine. >>

Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Cyameth and Niyath with << Perhaps your rider should tell *image of Yvera* that she will be sleeping with another boy. >> This one has the tone of Kheveth speaking without asking his rider. << That might make her feel better. >>

Rosmyn shakes her head in horror. All those harpers! She swallows, eager to be presentable. "Yes'm I can keep a secret, I'm good that way, honestly, ma'am."

Ysabbble? Yvera eyes Rosmyn with one of those 'What the shard are you talking about?' looks. Ysabbble? She tries hard not to laugh at the name. She glances to Jenna and nods. "Yeah, we can keep secrets really good," she says with a nod.

Niyath does her best to look unintimidating, even if her head is larger than both girls. She keeps it firmly on the ground, eyes wheeling a lazy blue-green. Jenna confides, "I've a bet going with the Weyrwoman. She thinks that there's going to be some neat stuff found in records. Really important things, like a map of the bck caverns, or maybe even something about Faranth. *I* think they're too faded to read and they won't find a thing. Too bad you girls don't want to come visit. You could help us look. Anyone who wants to can."

Rosmyn shrugs apologetically at Ysabble, err, Yvera but the intrigue of old hides sounds awfully interesting. A mystery! Her blue eyes light up. "Really? A mystery, like?"

Yvera's lips part and her eyes go a bit wide as she turns to stare at Rosmyn as if to ask 'did you hear what I just heard?'. "A mystery?" she asks, shifting her gaze to Jenna. "You mean Yvera would get to help if she was there? And maybe find something and be famous and when I-- she's a harper, she can write a song about it and be even more famous for the song?"

Jenna nods. "Mmm hm. Big mystery. Lots of stuff to go through too, since Fort's the oldest weyr. We need all the help we can get."

Rosmyn snorts at the mention of harpers and shoots Yvera a -you traitor- look. She's not so easily drawn in.

"Well," Yvera says to Jenna, "what kinda foster parents does Fort have? I mean, Yvera is our friend so we wanna make sure she'd be in good hands." She glances to Rosmyn to give her the look of 'You CAN come with me!'.

Rosmyn shakes he head at Yvera. No she can't. But she listens with interest, anyhow.

Jenna mms. "Well, best person to answer that question would be Zak - Zalkin. He's had a few foster parents. See, I was fostering him kinda unofficially, and then his big brother Reyat and I were searched. Randoth found R'yat, and Niayth found me, so... Let's see, there's Kate, and L'nan and Danielle and Ember. And me, of course. I'm fostering Zak full time now. My other foster Jenylle just apprenticed with the smithcraft."

Yvera asks slowly, "Well, what kinda foster mum are you?"

Niyath blinks slowly, crooning softly. Jenna grins. "Well, I'm busy a lot. Zak doesn't seem to mind though. He helps me with hides on occasion. And with Niyath, of course. She's a lot to take care of. I don't think I'm too bad. I raised three younger brothers, so I'm kinda used to it."

Rosmyn's expression becomes resigned, her friend is heading to the enemy camp, she just knows it. "Ask her about... about... sand! Ask her if they got sand."

Hmm. Busy. Yvera likes that. She smiles slyly for a moment, then is quick to ask, "You got sand there?"

Jenna admits, "Well, Igen has us beat, hands down, on sand. There's a bit at the hot springs, and there's a secret cavern beyond it. But the closest amount of big sand is Boll."

Hear that Rosmyn?! *Secret Cavern* Yvera gives her a look of 'Oh please come with me? please please?' "Well... that doesn't sound /too/ bad. And Rosmyn, it'll only be two turns."

Rosmyn shakes her head again, even though the secret cavern does peek her interest. "I can't go, it's too close to -them- you know."

Jenna suggests, "Well, you can always come for a visit, Rosmyn."

Yvera nods enthusiastically. "See? You can come visit! You'll just /have/ to come visit me-- er, Fort." She glances to Jenna, eyes wide. Uh oh. She slipped up again.

Rosmyn sighs, taking a deep breath and comes out from the blue's wing to stand beside Yvera. "Maybe, if I can wear a disguise and if we . .. err, Yvera and I can make a plan so I can keep away from -them-,it might be fun."

Jenna smiles, "Why don't you run along and get your things, Yvera. We can leave whenever you're ready. And I did want to say hello to Terri while I was here."

Kobeth lands carefully.
Kobeth has arrived.

N'lan slides down Kobeth's extended foreleg to the ground.
N'lan has arrived.

Cyameth looks up and warbles brightly to Kobeth, though he doesn't move away from Rosmyn.

"But--" Yvera looks at Rosmyn and then back to Jenna, then to Rosmyn again. "You told her?!" She kicks the dirt underfoot and sighs, shuffling toward the ground level weyr where she stuck her stuff to keep it out of the way. Makes the whole 'moving' thing go easier. "Fine. Rosi? I'm gonna miss you."

Kobeth rumbles a return greeting to Cyameth.

Niyath croons softly to the girls, one eye flickering over towards the landing brown and his rider. She doesn't move from her spot, head still down on the ground in an attempt to look less intimidating. Jenna laughs. "Blame Kheveth. He spilled the beans."

N'lan:
Of average height and perhaps a bit on the thin side, N'lan (or Nic as most everyone calls him) usually greets the world with a smile on his round cheeks - though it's a sardonic smile quite as often as a cheerful one. His sunstreaked brown hair is cut in a short, no-nonsense style and swept back. He's got blue-grey eyes between thick, expressive eyebrows and somewhat of a pointy nose that the aunties are forever calling 'cute'...much to his dismay. Nic is wearing a loosely-woven natural linen shirt, long-sleeved to protect his pale skin, and sage-green pants with a pair of sandals.
N'lan is 27 Turns, 7 months, and 22 days old.
Nic is wearing the knot of a rider in Igen's Sirocco wing, with a strand of brown braided in to denote the color of his lifemate.
Carrying:
Lightning White Ring

N'lan nods to Jenna. "Igen's duties," he says, then smiles at Yvera and Rosmyn.

Jenna nods. "And Fort's back to you, brownrider. -- There's no rush Yvera, really. I've not got drills this afternoon, so. And Rosmyn, really, you are welcome to visit any time."

Rosmyn grins up at N'lan, safety! Then looks at Yvera and the traitorous Kheveth. "Should have known, never say anything in front of a dragon,they got better hearing than a nanny." She sniffles though, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Maybe your feet won't fall off if you got a foster mother."

N'lan raises an eyebrow at Rosmyn.

Kheveth wuffles hot air all over both children and the goldrider. Apparently he has no problem explaining who is who around here. Especially not to Niyath.

Dragging her little, but heavy, bag with her as she heads past Rosmyn, Yvera crinkles her nose. "I hope not. Maybe she'll make sure I remember to wear socks and my feet won't fall off after all. Remember they were saying that it might not happen?" Her eyes glance toward Kheveth and she glares at him, sticking her tongue out. "Meanie," she murmurs, though she makes a face as she's whuffled at, her tongue still having been stuck out. Eeeew. "I'll be right back," she calls to Jenna.

Cyameth tilts his head as he watches Yvera going. He stretches his neck out toward her and whuffles, too.

Jenna waves a hand to clear out the dragonbreath fumes from Kheveth and calls after Yvera, "No rush! - What's this about her feet falling off?" She looks to Rosmyn, and asks, "Lemme guess, because of the cold?" Then to N'lan she offers, "I'm Jenna, Niyath's rider, by the way."

Rosmyn looks up at her bangs as they kink even tighter and she glares up at Kheveth. "Too late now." She nods to Jenna, solomnly. "Right, and then she might die but if they got bubblies there, she'll be alright."

N'lan smiles at Jenna. "And I'm N'lan, Kobeth's rider. I'm as in the dark about the feet as you are..."

Yvera glances over her shoulder, smiling just a bit, eyes bright as she glances at Kheveth. Then she remembers he's a traitor and sticks her tongue out at him again, goodnaturedly though, and scampers off to get her stuff.

N'lan glances after Yvera, then turns back to the goldrider. "What brings you to Igen?"

Jenna tells N'lan easily, "Yvera's going to be fostering at Fort for the next two turns. And I think someone's been telling her and Rosmyn tales. It doesn't get cold enough for your feet to fall off at Fort. Only at Reaches." She grins a bit, "I came to get Yvera and to say hello to Terri, see how N'ren's doing this morning."

N'lan chuckles softly. "No, it doesn't get that cold, from what I've heard - oh, you know Terrilia? She's my wingleader."

Rosmyn is a tad disappointed by that news and her expression clouds. "I'll help her get the rest of her things, anyhow."

Rosmyn slips through a cavern entrance.
Rosmyn has left.
Yvera has left.

Jenna watches after Rosmyn, her expression faintly sympathetic. "It's hard leaving home and friends. -- Yes, I do. We met quite by accident. My lizard Hal sired a couple of clutches with hers a few turns back. And then she searched my baby brother, Merrin? For Igen's last. I just wanted to say hello while I was here. I imagine you're missing her in the wing about now?"

N'lan shakes his head. "Well, I'd say we miss her, yes - she's a good leader. I think I remember Merrin from the mob, yeah..."

K'fen walks over from the center of the bowl.
K'fen has arrived.
K'fen heads up the steps to the guest weyr.
K'fen has left.

Jenna nods. "He was awfully disappointed when he didn't impress - oh! Was that K'fen? I wanted to see him too - will you excuse me, N'lan? I really should get up to see Terri. Or maybe you could show me the way?"

N'lan shrugs, smiling. "Sure! She's just up in the guest weyr since she's not very mobile..."

Jenna gestures towards the steps, "Just up there?"

N'lan nods, offering his arm in a courteous gesture. "Yup."

Jenna laughs, taking the arm. "Thank you. I appreciate the courtesy."

You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge.
Igen Weyr Guest Weyr
Set within easy access of the ground levels, this guest weyr is spacious. The ledge has enough room for two or three dragons, and the cozy stone 'couch' has been hollowed out nicely from turns of use. An ornately embroidered curtain separates the sleeping area, which is kept exceptionally clean. A relatively new bed has been put in, complete with a mattress that looks like it was built more to last, rather than to be all that comfortable. The black and gold rug takes up much of the floor space, while a tapestry depicting a Fall over the Igen River hangs to one side. The walls constantly bear fresh coats of paint, and seem to be very well kept; like they were sanded down and repainted every turn or so.
From the ledge, the sky of the Bowl opens out to the west.
Contents:
K'fen(#17587PJOXace$)
Liah
N'ren
Terrilia

N'lan comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
N'lan has arrived.

Terrilia smiles at Liah and nods. "It is, if it's not your dragon." She lifts her hand and waves, then glances over to see who's there. Seeing K'fen, she first frowns, then smiles, though it's a bit wry. "Hello K'fen."

Liah nods to N'ren before slipping away as the crowds in the weyr increase.

Liah makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
Liah has left.

N'lan walks in, Jenna on his arm.

K'fen softly clears his throat, standing on the treshold and apparently hesiting. "Er, hi?" he tries, tentatively waving his hand.

N'ren sits behind Terrilia, apparently rubbing her back. "Hello there, K'fen. And Jenna. And... don't I know you? Oh yes. N'lan, right?"

N'lan nods politely to the older rider. "N'lan, yes."

Terrilia frowns again and gestures for K'fen to come in, and those behind him. "Come in, come in--Jenna! Cyameth said you were out there!" She grins, giving N'lan a nod, too, as she twists around a bit to try to see everyone.

Jenna comes up the stairs on N'lan's arm, all smiles and dodging the healer on her way past. "Goodness! Well, I'll only stay a minute. I want to give Yvera a chance to rest before dinner and all. Oh!" She spots everyone else. "Everyone I wanted to say hello to in one spot. Did you all arrange it?" She slips her free arm about K'fen's waist from behind. "And *you*. Every time I get a minute to visit, you're always busy!"

N'lan rests his free hand on the goldrider's for a moment. "Just for you, ma'am," he says with a smile, then steps away. "Terrilia, how're you holding up?"

N'ren stands then, "I'll give you two some time to chat, then. Good to see you again so soon, Jenna. I thought you were going to be a while yet."

K'fen oopses at the unexpected hug and warmly smiles at this point. "Hey you! And you're weyrwoman now. -Who-is busy?" Terrilia gets a wary glance and a sort of apologetic smile."Came to see how you were doing," he tells her.

Terrilia pouts as N'ren gets up, but she's smiling again, and she stretches experimentally. "Thanks, N'ren--I really do appreciate it." She turns around to sit more normally in the chair, blinking curiously as Jenna approaches K'fen. "I'm doing all right," she answers both N'lan and K'fen. "Just got a backrub--though really, I can't wait for this baby to be born." She nods down at her belly. "He--or she--is getting a little bit heavy."

Jenna beams at N'lan and comments mildly - perhaps to K'fen? - "I like him. - I forgot, N'ren. I had to pick up Yvera today. I'm fostering her." She gives K'fen a little squeeze and then steps aside, "And while I was here, I thought I'd come cheer *you* up, Terri, but it looks like you've got more company than you can handle."

N'lan smiles over at Jenna, a little side-glance, then nods to Terrilia. "They'll do that, or so I've heard. Surely it'll be soon?"

K'fen tilts his head, looking at Jenna. "Again? You already killed that brat I had caught in the Bararcks?" Then, as he's standing still very close to the exit, he starts edging unnoticeably toward Terri.

N'ren gives Jenna a hug as he goes by, and he tosses over his shoulder, "Well, maybe it's more than one, Terrilia."

Terrilia chuckles and waves toward N'ren's vacated chair and the corner of the bed where Liah previously sat. "Should be room for everyone to sit. It's better than being forgotten--and it's good to see you. How're things at Fort? Yvera's going?" She nods to N'lan. "Any time, Liah says." N'ren's comment makes her scowl--at K'fen. "Better not be."

Jenna hugs N'ren almost reflexively, "Oh, wouldn't that be insane! I can't imagine two of the same age. Well, actually, I'd better. No, no," and this to K'fen as she's released from the hug, "Zak's living with me now. It was all L'nan's fault. He let the boy run wild. And he's the same age as Yvera. I'm going to have my hands full, I think."

N'lan quirks a smile at N'ren's words. "Don't more than one usually come a bit early, though?"

K'fen rolls his eyes upwards. "Raising children must be interesting, somehow," hesays, sounding definitely hopeful as he finally sits near Terrilia and gulps as she glowers. "It's not *my* fault!"

N'ren turns just as he's about to leave, walking backwards, "I don't know. I've never given birth." He adds, "You'll especially have your hands full if they're both Weyrbred and as precocious as I was. I was twelve when Vivian and I were involved." And, with that, he goes.

N'ren makes his way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
N'ren has left.

Jenna heads towards the bed, and blinks at K'fen, "Fort's fine. Dusty still - had to kinda trick Yvera - did he say twelve? With Vivian??!?" This is evidently too much for her, and she leans against the foot of the bed. "And did you do this to her, K'fen?" Blonde. Lost. It happens.

Terrilia hmphs at K'fen, still frowning. "Whose fault is it, then? V'lien keeps saying that, too, and I /know/ it's not his." She rubs at her belly and blinks after N'ren. "Twelve? Shells...Yes, he did it. A flight." She says shortly. "You're fostering Yvera, then, Jenna? Cathedra's daughter?"

Niyath> N'ren makes his way towards his dragon. After setting up the straps and cinching them in, he comments, "We're off to Benden Hold, Kheveth."
Niyath> N'ren steps up onto Kheveth's proferred foreleg, and swings himself up onto his back with the help of the straps.
Niyath> N'ren has left.

Niyath> Kheveth senses that Niyath sounds disappointed. << You are leaving? >>

K'fen erms and looksatJenna -- this is, incidentally, away from Terrilia. "Dunno, nobody's fault," he grumbles. Jenna's comment makes him frown. "Yvera? I hope Zak and her won't be too... precocious indeed," he muses aloud.

Terrilia leans toward K'fen, reaching out to poke him in the arm. "You are going to be there when it's born, aren't you? I haven't seen you much in ages. I thought you were hiding from me."

Jenna nods. "Weyrbred. Oy! Well, at least I'll be in the same room with them. Yes, I'm fostering her. Merrin suggested it to Cathedra when she was talking about it, while he was here as a candidate. At least something stuck." She grins wryly. "So any time now? Are you able to walk any, Terri? They say that brings on labor."

K'fen pages to Jenna, N'lan, and Terrilia: Note: the spacebar of the computer I'm borrowing is dead. Sorry for typos :/

Dragon> Niyath senses that Kheveth crooons. << My rider says that we are going to find *image of Sauscony* who is related to *image of Terrilia*. He says that *Sauscony* will make *Terrilia* feel better. But I do not think we need to leave immediately. I will stay with you, instead. >>

Niyath> I bespoke Kheveth with << Well, if it is for Cyameth's rider, that is a good cause. Besides, >> she adds slyly, << You can always come visit me again. I told you, my ledge stays warm at night. >>

K'fen grunts and rubs his arms, looking straight in Terri's eyes."Mmm, you looked grumbly,so... But yes, I'm definitely going to be there. It's ours." This is said with the hint of a smile though. But he quickly adverts his gaze to look at Jenna again.

K'fen pages to Jenna, N'lan, and Terrilia: Ithinnk it's what I came for :)

Terrilia looks mildly surprised, and smiles a little herself in return, leaning back again. "Good--Val won't have to come find you, then. I suppose I was..." She smiles wearily at Jenna, still resting her hand on her middle. "I've been trying to walk around the Bowl for some exercise, but it's hard to walk in sand when you can't see your feet. I can still get around, though. Any time...and you're probably right, N'lan--twins usually do come early, I think." She nods thoughtfully. "Yvera's...kind of a handful, but I think she's a good kid."

N'lan nods wisely. "Not enough space for two to stay the whole time," he pronounces.

Jenna asks N'lan curiously, "Have you any of your own?" She tilts her head at K'fen, "This isn't your first, is it K'fen? Oh, and before I get, everyone sends greetings. Rey got promoted to wingsecond, you know? And Sef.. I think Sef should come visit you, but we can talk about that later." And she's off to another topic, rather flighty today, "Well, did you try walking around just in here? I know it must be awful to be on your feet, but..."

K'fen glowers at Jenna now. "If we forget Oriabel,it might be. Though I could havesome other I don't know of. Irather doubt it. And I'm going to have to visit Rey and this dear Sef!" Then he quiets.

N'lan shakes his head. "No, I don't..."

Niyath> From atop Kheveth's back, N'ren pauses for a long moment, apparently conversing with his dragon. "Yes, Kheveth, I think we will certainly be visiting Fort again some time soon." He turns to look at the Fortian Queen. "Yes, I certainly think so." And then he begins to climb up the side of the sienna brown dragon.

Terrilia tilts her head. "Oriabel? I heard she had hers, but I thought it was T'al's?" She sighs and shrugs to Jenna. "I'd rather sit, for now. Or swim, even better. They'll make me walk and walk as soon as I go into labor."

K'fen firmly nods at Terrilia. "Has to be T'al's."

Jenna blinks at K'fen with a clueless 'what'd I do?' expression. And then just makes it worse, "Well, I have to say, better you than me, Terri. I'm more than glad to foster to spare me having to go through this myself. I adore kids, don't get me wrong. But being pregnant looks like no fun at all."

Niyath> Niyath croons smugly to Kheveth, and then stretches out more comfortably in the heat, tailtip twitching restlessly.

Terrilia ahs and nods to K'fen, looking faintly disappointed. "Has to be...ah well, I thought maybe this one would have a sibling on that side..." She shrugs and smiles wearily at Jenna. "It's not all that bad, right up until the end. Though some women get sick at the beginning, but I never have. At the end, you get hot, and tired, and can't sleep, and the baby keeps kicking, and your back hurts and your feet swell up, and after all that there's /labor/..." She's definitely eyeing K'fen again now, scowling.

K'fen helplessly spreads his arms, looking at both N'lan and Jenna with this 'help' look. "I'm really sorry... Ican't prevent Tenkanoth fromraising..." he tries lamely.

N'lan shrugs at K'fen, and grins. "And she wouldn't thank you if you could, either."

Jenna ohs, hastily, "Of course you couldn't, K'fen. And children really are wonderful," she offers lamely. "Worth every bit of it, right Terri?"

Terrilia hmphs at K'fen and nods distractedly toward Jenna, tapping her fingers on her belly. "I know, I know...you could at least have been around a little more, though. It's just not fair." She crosses her arms and pouts. "I mean, if I have to carry the baby around for nine months, you could at least come rub my back or feet or pick things up for me or something."

K'fen blinks twice. "What about V'lien?"

N'lan snorts softly. "Not his kid."

Terrilia is still pouting, but admits, "He's done some of that. It's not his, though, and he keeps telling me that." She nods to N'lan sadly.

Jenna wrinkles her nose. She eyes K'fen, "So? You're sitting there. You have two hands. The lady could use a footrub." Whatever her opinions on V'lien's sentiments, she keeps them to herself.

K'fen rolls his eyes and shivers. "Sure. I'm amazed he hasn't killed me yet. I"ve seen him glancing at me..."

K'fen tilts his head, giving Jenna his most stupidly amazed look. "Huh? Er, oh right!" he quickly says, pulling himself together. "Can I...?" he asks Terri.

Terrilia brightens a little and nods, slipping her sandals off and putting her (thankfully mostly clean) feet up on a nearby footstool. "That'd be lovely--thanks, K'fen." She sighs and slouches back in her chair with a faint smile. "I should be all relaxed tonight--maybe I'll even get a good night's sleep...And V'lien's not going to kill you. Neither will I--we both know it was a flight. It's just frustrating, sometimes, for both of us."

K'fen faintly grins as he extends his arms and startsslowly massaging the Weyrsecond's toes. Slowly, and, yes, he looks a bit skilled, if not very much. "I have heard wild rumors about it. Since he's got this cast removed, I've been sort of not meeting him..."

That's what Jen's here for - to get Terri foot rubs. "Well, you know bronzers," she says, a trifle disparagingly, but with enough humor to show she's kidding. "They get all bent out of shape over the littlest things. I'll protect you though, K'fen. After all, I need you to solve my Sef problem." She beams at him and then says, "N'ren mentioned your weyrlings here were mostly tapped too?"

K'fen arches a brow inquiringly at Jenna. "I'm not sure I want to get involved in 'Sef's problems' again, Jen!" But quickly he adds, "What was it?"

Terrilia sighs happily and nods to Jenna, smiling. "Mostly, yes. Just a handful of the senior class left. If you know Teria and U'yn, I got to tap them into Sandstorm...Who's Sef?" She wiggles her toes at K'fen. "He's not going to hurt you, really. He'd just like to, once in a while. It'll get better once the baby's born."

K'fen notices the wiggling and quickly gets back to work, starting to work on the underside of the Lady's Feet. "Sorry for that," he mumbles. Then, louder, "Sef -- F'niah -- was one of my weyrlingsat Fort., along with Jen..."

Jenna nods. "You got Teria? That sweet brownrider? U'yn I don't think I know." She nods. "Saneth's rider. Oh, well, you know Sef, K'fen. He's just.... being Sef." She hazards a glance at N'lan, and shrugs. "Just seems like you might be able to help him a bit, but who knows, he might get all fluttery..."

K'fen wrinkles his nose and thenarches his brows. "I might scare him. After all the occasions I tried to flirt with him..."

Terrilia nods to Jenna again. "She is sweet, though she's a bit overfond of pranks, too. U'yn's a bronzerider--the two are a pair. I won't be surprised if they weyrmate, one of these days..." There's a call from the Council Room, a head stuck briefly in the door, quick hand gestures from an aide, and Terrilia sighs, pouting again. "Shells, just when I was getting my feet rubbed..." She reluctantly draws her foot back from K'fen and stands, carefully. "Hopefully I'll just be a minute..."

K'fen lays his hands on his lap and nods."I'llbe there ma'am!"

Jenna siezes on that, "That's just the thing, actually." Then she subsides a bit, and shrugs, as Terri is drawn away. "Well, see, Saneth hasn't chased. At all. And he flirts with Niyath up a storm, so I don't think it's really him, if you know what I mean?"

K'fen givesTerri a glance to make sure everything's okay and then he smiles wider, as the topic is apparently interesting. "Ishestill a virgin? Sef I mean..."

Terrilia blinks at Jenna and flashes a quick smile at K'fen as she slips out--"What thing--Oh shells, I'll be right back..." And she's gone, out to the hall, her voice receding.

Jenna says delicately, "Well, I wouldn't know personally, but... let's put it this way. I'm worried enough that I offered. He's still fretting over it. Though when I suggested we come visit you, he jumped at the chance."

K'fen blinkblinks. "Really? I mean, I'd be more than happy to help him, it wouldn't take long, probably wouldn't hurt much and..." A slight, wry grin. "He won't end up pregnant anyway."

Jenna says mildly, "My opinion, he'd rather you than me, but. And Saneth doesn't seem to have a problem noticing females."

K'fen lightly taps his chin... "Do you think you could easily bring himhere? Or arrange a meeting between us two?"

Jenna nods. "Easily enough done. Or arrange for him to have an excuse to come, sure. Yvera might've forgotten a few things..." She smiles innocently, and flashes a look to N'lan. "I'm not this bad usually. Honest."

K'fen gives N'lan an apologetic glance. "Sorry, just talking shop.You -do- know how willing I am to help my friends and teach what I can!"

Jenna teases lightly, "Oh, and you get no benefit from it at all, K'fen."

K'fen straightens and looks totally serious. "Just the satisfaction of a job well done ..."

Jenna laughs. "You're incorrigable, K'fen! Too bad I'm not your type." Her tone is faintly wistful. "I'll see if I can't arrange some excuse for him to be here. Just tell me when."

K'fen points at the place Terrilia was a few moments ago with his chin. "ANytime but I'll be busy when the baby is there. I can still be available but warnme."

Jenna nods. "I'll have Niyath bespeak Tenka. I honestly am worried about him. It's not natural. J'nas and I had the same discussion, even though I ended up looking like an idiot because of it."

K'fen lets out a heavy sigh. "If only J'nas had won this damn Flight..."

Jenna blushes faintly. Maybe it's a trick of the light. "He mentioned Hanreth'd chased. Still, babies are wonderful. Just don't let an old bronzer intimidate you."

K'fen shrugs dismissively. "I'm more scared of the fact I'm going to be a father. I'm lucky you came with this Sef problem, it's going to distract me a bit too. Good deal for both of us." The 'us' is unclear...

Jenna bahs. "You've already been one. To thirty one of us. If that isn't a record, I don't know what is."

K'fen's eyes grow wide. "I hadn't seen it this way!"

Jenna laughs. "Silly," Her tone is fond. "Actually, Sixty-two, if you want to get technical about it. I'd say you don't have a whole lot to worry about. Not until they get to around, oh, eight or nine. That's when they start getting sneaky."

K'fen chuckles, waggling a reprobating finger in front of the goldrider's nose. "I've seen that. How do you deal with them, then?"

Jenna says ruefully, "Try to outsmart them. It doesn't always work, but." She shrugs. "With Zak, I've got him half believing Niyath can see through stone. When I need to do is get her to get information out of that lizard of his."

K'fen frowns,stares and then snaps his fingers. "Glad you're not fostering me. I wouldn't have a chance. Hope the boy is not -too- scared."

N'lan chuckles. "Just scared enough, one hopes..."

Jenna grins at N'lan, "Exactly. He's resilient. If I can just keep him from fighting, I feel like I'm on an even keel, so to speak."

K'fen grins at N'lan, don't ask why..."And does it work?"

Jenna shakes her head. "Not often. Did you two get into scraps growing up?" She looks from one to the other curiously.

N'lan shrugs. "Some. Not too often."

K'fen gestures at himself. "Not built for that. Nic?" he asks too.

N'lan smiles wryly. "Didn't have to, too often - taller than most of the rest."

Jenna nods to K'fen, "We've a stablehand - Galenn - bit in your boat K'fen. I'm sure he'll hit a growth spurt soon though." She grins at N'lan. "Just means you're a good dance partner."

K'fen nods,smirking. "Ibet." Then to Jenna, "You know, he was the one who taught me how to breakfirestone when we were both candidates!"

N'lan grins. "I did, indeed!"

Jenna looks between the two, "You two impressed together?"

K'fen says "He impressed before me, but it was the same Hatching, I think..."

N'lan nods. "Improbable as it seems, but yes."

K'fen giggles and sticks his tongue out at N'lan. "You're just lucky. Without L'son,I'd have been trying to flirt with you."

N'lan chuckles. "I'd've lived."

K'fen feigns a very hopeful look. "Oh?"

Jenna shakes her head. "Not so improbable. Candidacy is a fnny thing. I stood at Fort with T'jas a while back. It makes ties all over the place." She grins a bit at K'fen. "You heard Ember and Rey weyrmated, didn't you? R'tran still falls in love a hundred times a day. Everyone else is still single, more or less."

K'fen rolls his eyes. "They've always been weyrmates! Even before Rey impressed I've been told."

N'lan arches an eyebrow. "Not that it necessarily would have _gotten_ you anywhere, mind you..."

K'fen sighs and gives Jenna a piteous look. "I'll never get anywhere with him!"

Jenna shakes her head. "Not officially, really. Not the way I'd heard it." She tilts her head and admits, "Well, he is rather charming. And there's nothing wrong with flirting and not getting anywhere," she says blandly. "I do it all the time."

"Flirting -is- fun," K'fen admits. "But N'lan is a kind of interesting challenge."

N'lan says "I _see_."

Jenna laughs. "Oh really?"

K'fen winks at N'lan. "I'm sure you have not noticed how much I used to try..."

N'lan says "Oh, not at all, not at all..."

K'fen rolls his eyes."See what I mean, Jen?"

Jenna shakes her head. "Maybe you're just not that good at flirting, K'fen." The suggestion is made rather blandly, her expression supremely innocent.

K'fen snorts disdainfully. "Onecan't always win..." he grudgingly concedes.

N'lan shrugs, again. "He's all right at it for, you know, a guy..."

Jenna laughs. "There you have it, K'fen. Same thing I'd bet you'd say about me, wouldn't you in reverse, wouldn't you? Just not his cup of klah, maybe?" She grins at N'lan and comments, "That pretty much the thing?"

K'fen clears his throat. "I have sort of noticed that... Maybe a Flight... And even without..."

Niyath> Kheveth tenses, then springs upwards.
Niyath> Kheveth has left.

N'lan nods. "More or less, yes. I mean, you're cute and all, K'fen, and I'm sure I'd be more than willing if Kobeth ever caught Tenkanoth, but..."

Jenna snickers softly. "Poor K'fen. They do grow rather attractive riders here at Igen though I have to say."

N'lan smiles at Jenna, and bows slightly. "On behalf of all of us at Igen, thank you..."

K'fen stands up and lifts his hand. "No need to add anything Nic, I do understand. Maybe later. If Kobeth catches..." Then he stretches himself. "Need air. IfTerri comes back before me, tell her I'm right outside." Jenna's statement makes the greenrider wail. "Yeah but some of them are *so* much like him..."

Jenna laughs. "Shoo! Though I swear, the air outside is hotter than in here. And you're more than welcome, N'lan. I should get back to Fort as well, though I'm enjoying playing hooky. And I *am* on an errand..."

N'lan chuckles. "Supposedly, yes. Think Yvera's given up yet?"

K'fen makes his way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
K'fen has left.

Jenna grins. "Maybe. We could get something to drink and see. I'm going to have my hands full with her, aren't I?"

N'lan nods. "'Fraid so. She means well, more or less, but..."

Jenna nods. "Well, she's young. Though I will be keeping an eye on her and Zak. Didn't even think - I mean, they're only ten."

N'lan sighs. "I'd make a comment about 'kids these days' if it weren't for N'ren...well." He rises, and offers his arm again. "Shall we? I'm sure there's something drinkable in the living cavern..."

Jenna rises, nodding, and taking the offered arm. "What about N'ren?" She looks slightly confused again.

N'lan leads the way. "Oh, just his comment about being involved with someone when he'd only twelve turns..."

N'lan makes his way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
N'lan has left.

You carefully make your way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
Igen Weyr Main Entrance Field
Activity surrounds the Igen Weyr Bowl, especially so close to the Living Caverns. A road runs beneath the huge cliffs which form the southeastern section of the Igen Weyr Bowl. The wall opens here in three places, the middle one leading to the Living Cavern, and through it, the Inner Caverns. The northernmost one is the largest, being the Infirmary for both dragons and humans. The ground is solid and rocky and, in the brightest sun, glares uncomfortably.
To the north the path continues, winding its way past the hatching grounds (off the Weyrling Training Fields) to eventually leave the bowl. Cutting across the bowl to the northwest brings you to the center of the bowl. To the west lies a green field full of beasts- the Weyr's feeding grounds. The infirmary weyr opens to the northeast, and the living caverns to the east.
Contents:
N'lan
Kobeth
Niyath(#999Oaept)
Typhenth(#17009Vaes$)
Cyameth(#15828Jaes$)
Herb Garden(#17375Vaest$)

Your location's current time: 19:26 on day 21, month 8, Turn 41, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer evening.

You say "Ah. Yes, that *was* a bit of a surprise." She gulps a bit, back out in the heat. "Gah, that always takes my breath. Lead on, N'lan."

N'lan grins.

N'lan heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
N'lan has left.

You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern.
Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ$)
Igen's living cavern is an immense hollow in the volcanic caldera, stretching up two stories, the light of the glows and the hearth reflected in the quartz which peppers the swirled sandstone unique to the region. One hundred feet wide and one hundred fifty feet long, the room can seat the entire weyr, and tonight it very well might! The room has been cleaned top to bottom, scrubbed and polished, and a tall wicker and cloth screen is in the middle. Seven feet long and six feet high, the screen blocks off the dias normally reseved for the Weyrleaders' table and has one stool on one side and three on the other. The whole setup is for the foruitously arranged so everyone else can see all four players, but the guest of honor won't be able to see the three mystery people waiting for her.
A wide balcony overlooks the cavern, and large tunnels lead west out to the bowl, and south to the kitchens. A smaller tunnel leads off to the east, beyond which lay the inner caverns of the Weyr. A small doorway in the northern wall opens to the infirmary, and a quiet door to the northeast opens into the Records Room. In the corner one may +view a plaque.
Tables fill a good portion of the room ('+help places').
Contents:
N'lan
Meal Table

Jenna whews, fanning her face. "Even that short stretch. I swear, I don't know why everyone here isn't nocturnal. And Rosmyn and Yvera worried about actually freezing their feet off. I'd love to know who told them that."

N'lan walks in, Jenna on his arm. "You _do_ get used to it, truly. Would you like juice, or perhaps some wine?"

You say "Oh, juice would be fine. I think I'd better keep my wits about me for taking Yvera to Fort."

N'lan guides Jenna to a seat, which he pulls out for her. "I don't know that I'd expect her to start quite so soon...but I don't know that I'd be willing to bet she wouldn't, either."

Jenna plops willingly into the seat with an utter lack of grace, "Thank you. And no, but she already strikes me as clever enough to know when someone's had a drop or two, and how would that look? Not my foster for half a day and I'm already driven to drink." She grins.

N'lan chuckles. "Might give her more ideas than she'll already have, yes." He fetches two glasses and a pitcher of citron juice, and pours.

You say "I'll be fighting to keep up as it is. Ah well, keeps you young."

N'lan pulls out a chair for himself. "Or something."

Jenna agrees, taking her glass, "Or something. Maybe it's all just a plot to keep us out of trouble. Children, I mean."

N'lan nods. "Making us act all responsible, so we can keep them from acting the way we did when they were our age."

Jenna laughs. "Hey, I was always responsible, more's the pity." A pause, and then she amends, "Well, mostly. I was a quiet kid."

N'lan smiles wryly. "I was always the 'good kid', too. You know, the boring one who never wanted to play pranks, really..."

Jenna mms. "Well, I did do a *few* pranks. But it was all in self defense, honest."

N'lan chuckles. "I _see_..."

Jenna says solumnly, "Whatever you hear about R'yat and a floating cot is pure speculation."

N'lan sputters. "A _floating_ cot?"

Jenna nods. "Some candidates decided that R'yat's cot would be able to float quite nicely, so they snuck it into the hot springs and set it adrift. Of course, he was in it at the time, and sleeping, but he snores worse than a dragon so..." She amends, "Not that I know anything about it."

N'lan snorts. "If he sleeps so deeply that that didn't wake him up...well, I shouldn't say he _deserves_ what he gets, but he sure shouldn't be surprised."

You say "I'm *told*," she stresses mildly, "That the look on his face when he rolled into the water was priceless."

N'lan says "I should say so."

Jenna sips her juice. "So, what do you do when you're not on duty, N'lan?"

N'lan shrugs. "Swim. Work on riding straps. Sit in the living caverns and pour juice or klah into myself..."

Jenna grins. "Hard to think of swimming in the desert, but with the lake and all. No hobbies? I think mine these days are dusting and watching after children."

N'lan says "And that'll keep you busy enough. No, there's not really a whole lot these days that'll keep my attention..."

Jenna asks curiously, "No? Why not? - Um, if you don't mind my asking, that is?"

N'lan shrugs, clearly a bit uncomfortable but answering anyway. "Well...I sort of got myself into a situation down at Southern Weyr, and it wound up sort of bad...and right now I'm really just recovering from that."

Jenna ahs. "Relaxing then. That must be nice," Her tone is a trifle wistful.

N'lan says "It's nice, but I'd rather not have to, if you take my meaning..."

Jenna nods. "Well, maybe you should take up a hobby? I still try to run when I gt the chance. Odd to think it's been relegated to a hobby, but." She shrugs slightly, taking another drink of her juice.

N'lan nods thoughtfully. "I should come up with something, I suppose. I guess I'm getting towards recovered."

Jenna nods firmly, "That's the ticket. What do - " she breaks off, going a trifle distant. "Fardles. They need me back at the weyr. I'd better round up Yvera and get going. It was certainly nice to meet you, N'lan. I appreciate the company."

N'lan nods. "No problem - I enjoyed myself. We'll have to do this again, sometime." He lifts his juice glass in salute.

Jenna nods. "Certainly! And if you're ever at Fort, come look for me. I'll return the favor." She rises, draining the last of her glass in a salute, and then heads off in search of her new foster.