Weyrhall(#333RDJ$)
Thick stone walls rise from the granite tiled floor towards the large crossbeam rafters that comprise the high ceiling of this impressively sized building. Broad, deep-silled windows look out on three sides of the hall, easily closed during Threadfall by the metal shutters, but shaded during the day by fabric blinds. On the south wall, a large tapestry and painting have been hung with pride, though they provide conflicting images that may disturb some. Near the kitchen entrance, a long serving table has been set up and close by trestle tables have been placed in parallel -- some with benches and others with chairs, padded with comfy cushions in a myriad of greens. The heavy main doors, leading out to the flagstone courtyard, are usually propped open to let cool breezes pass through the hall, and to cool off anyone working the heavy loom that has been placed in one corner, a task often threaded and in progress there.
The sun slowly sinks down toward the west, creating pools of light which slowly creep across the granite floor. The air is still and hot save for an occasional breeze which teases the blinds over the windows.
There are numerous doors leading in and out of here: iron-bound doors to the west opening onto the courtyard, a swinging door on hinges into the kitchen, and a carved door on the southern wall into the Infirmary among them. Prominently placed, a massive serving table stands ready to accommodate weyrfolk and guests. In the recesses hang a number of paintings and tapestries. (+view)
People: R'din Sh'yar Oswyn Noria
Udeya Sienna Bertha
Others: Lord Mouser

Obvious exits:
Courtyard Kitchen INFirmary

"See? I -told- you young women would notice you," Noria exclaims to Oswyn brightly, far too pleased. "He is, isn't he? I'm very proud of him," she exclaims. "My sister does good work." She smirks briefly at Oswyn then, shaking her head. "I'll stop, I'll stop. Don't run off," she suggests, then hmpfs at K'vein, rolling her eyes. "Old letch."

R'din makes his way into the Weyrhall, grinning as he heads towards the Serving Table, oblivious as to what may be going on in the Hall...

Sh'yar smiles, a glint in his eye, "Very different, really open. I must compiment your weavers as well. And speaking of clothing is there any place I can hang up these?" Sh'yar holds up his almost moist riding leather, more suitable to a northern winter.

K'vein looks far too pleased at the insult from Noria, smoothing back his own silvering hair, then rivets his eyes on the far too young for him Sienna. "Very nice indeed," he murmurs, though clears his throat and takes an abrupt sip of beer. "Uh, yeah, Southern's duties. There's some hooks on the wall there, by the hearth," he encourages. "Come in, dry off. The beer's good."

Sh'yar says "Ah, someone said the magic word... Beer."

Sienna is standing by the Stormfall table, wearing a somewhat skanty green bikini bathing suit. She notices R'din's entrance, and grins charmingly at him as he passes. Sh'yar's question gets a kind of shrug. "What he said," she points at K'vein. She then decides it would be a good idea to sit on the table, crossing her legs and leaning back as if she were basking in the sun. Lah dee dah.

Udeya sinks back into the chair "Oh, Oswyn. I didn't mean to offend you. I suppose this means I'll have to find another young man to pick on." With that, she offers him a girlish smile and then glances towards Sienna "It is very nice. And appears to be quite popular as well." She adds with a glance around the room.

R'din slows down as he passes Sienna, blinking at the table, turning around to take a second look. Blink, raising a brow briefly, standing there, unsure as to what to do /or/ think, merely taken in by Sienna.

Oswyn makes a really unthrilled sort of face at Noria, not unlike someone who's just licked a feline, and discovered fur sticks to the tongue. "Hopeless." Udeya is given a sheepish look. "I'm used to torment, but this is a slightly odd new variety, I'd have to say. But I'm hardly offended, ma'am."

Sienna notices R'din's admiring eyes and smiles broadly. "I'm so glad everyone likes my bathing suit!" She says from her perch on Stormfall's table. Her crossed legs let her feet dangle in the air, while she's using her arms to prop herself up in a lounging position. She gives a sort of sigh and mumbles, "I'm thirsty."

Oswyn snaps off several more beans and slips up to his feet. "I'd better sneak these back to the kitchen," he adds quietly, before slipping out.

Oswyn strides over to the Kitchens.
Oswyn has left.

E'vin strides over from the Western Courtyard.
E'vin has arrived.

R'din snaps back to his senses, "Uh, sure..." A little shake of his head, turning back to the table, choosing a redfruit and some juice in a mug. Then he moves off to a random table.

Noria watches her nephew go with a mildly amused headshake, and returns to stirring her bowl and watching thoughtfully.

Sh'yar pours himself a glass of beer then failing to see the trees for the forest trips over something on his way to a chair. (The forest being a scantly clad greenrider of course). "Good heavens, a cat!"

"Very nice indeed. I suppose it's rather appropriate for the weather, too," K'vein adds to the appreciative comments, stealing glances back at Sienna, then purposefully looking away again. "How are things up north?" he wonders of Sh'yar. "I'm an old Fortian myself. Southern's duties," he calls to E'vin amiably.

E'vin treads into the Weyrhall, shedding a few remnants of his flying gear as he goes, loosening his jacket and taking off his gloves. The latter are tucked away in his belt, and the young man pauses to glance about, before heading to one of the more crowded tables and offering a stout, "Honshu's duties to Southern and her Queens." A little formal, too.

Sienna remains perched atop Stormfall's table, clad in a scanty green bikini bathing suit. She clears her throat a little. "I said I was thirsty," she remarks a little louder. Darned if she's going to move off of her own perch to get herself something. Sh'yar's remark about a cat gets a blink out of her, and she leans over the table (giving an interesting view for anyone watching) to see the feline. "Where?"

Sh'yar puts his beer down on the table Sienna is occupying and looks under it, "Well it was under my feet, I think it's under the table now. That is a cat isen't it?"

Udeya rises from her seat to move closer to Noria, and out of the way of the greenrider and suitors. She does, though, appear to take in a clear look of the bathing suit before sitting down "I suppose it happens to all of us." She says with a smirk. "I am sorry if I made your nephew uncomfortable. How long has he been at the weyr for?"

R'din sits quietly in his seat at the empty table, munching on the redfruit.

Sienna peers over the table, looking for whatever it is Sh'yar is chasing. Catching sight of it, she gives a sigh. "Yeah, just a feline." That mystery uncovered much too quickly for her liking, she rights herself. Aha, conveinience! There just happens to be a mug of beer right beside her. Who put it there? "Oh, yes, thank you for the beer," she remarks to Sh'yar, scooping it up, if it was for her or not.

Sh'yar look up only half intrested in his former drink. "Huh? Oh, kay." he continues looking after the creature, "I've never seen one before."

K'laarn strides over from the Western Courtyard.
K'laarn has arrived.

K'laarn wanders into the caverns whistling softly. He smiles at the others in there and nods at them. "Hello."

R'din seems to be watching Sienna.

Sienna takes a swig of the beer, makes a face, then puts it down. "Really? You've never seen a cat?" Well, isn't that interesting. Actually, /she/ should be more interesting, sitting atop Stormfall's table as she is, scantily clad in her green bikini bathing suit.

Noria smiles amiably at Udeya, pausing to taste her batter briefly, then covers the bowl with a nearby cloth and sets it aside. "Oh, no worries, dearie. He's been here over a Turn now, and is just unused to being in one place so long. He'll be just fine," she assures, then squints. "That's Bathseba's feline. Whosa good boy, den," she croons at the creature.

Sh'yar stands up, "What was I doing? Oh right getting myself a drink." he pours another glass of beer completely forgetting he had already poured one. He nods, "Never, everyone up north prefers those dratted firelizards."

K'laarn just blinks a few times as his whistling tapers off. "Um, Rider Sienna, just what the blazes are you doing on top of the table?" He looks astonished.
Pausing for a moment, E'vin glances around, trying to take stock of the conversation unfolding around him. "Ah," turn, glance, and eventually he fixes on the odd sight Sienna makes, seated atop the table like that. "Huh. Um," and here he clears his throat, as if to get some attention. "I was wondering if anyone knew where L'mir might be found at the moment? I have a few items of interest from the Weyrleaders at Honshu that I need to speak with him about." The craziness is sort of taken in, but not really digested in full, as his strangely distracted look attests.

K'vein groans quietly. "Is that creature in here again?" he wonders, glancing under the table suspiciously, then sighs at K'laarn with the resigned smile of one older man to another. "Hello, K'laarn. Good timing," he greets sympathetically, then shakes his head at E'vin. "Not today, nope. But there's fresh beer out, if you're inclined to that."

Sienna blinks over at K'laarn. "It's not obvious? I am modeling my new bathing suit!" She declares. She decides to stand up again, striking a pose for the new entries. "See?"

Sh'yar says "I think it's lovely."

Daianth> Rnayth soars over the jungles and fields of Southern weyr before making his way to hover just over the feeding grounds. He circles around, idily inspecting the ground and the beasts milling around on it. He growls softly as other dragons arrive and in an effort to get one of the best beasts for himself before the others stir them to panic, he dives, his claws gathering one of the creatures and digging into its flesh. He carries it to the side, landing to feast from its blood. His bronze wings vane behind him, stretching out to either side like ribbons of flame.

R'din merely watches, munching that redfruit of his, almost down to the core now. Hmm.

Udeya looks up as K'laarn enters, regarding the man for a long moment before Sienna stands up. "It is quite nice." She says with a giggle as she dares to stand and fill a glass of wine. Turning to Noria she asks "Do you want anything while I'm up?"

K'laarn nods at the slightly older rider, K'vein. "Hey there K'vein. What's got into Seinna here?" He points at the girl, though by his expression, realization is slowly dawning. He glances at Udeya and then smiles at her.

"You'd think he was always hiding somewhere," E'vin notes, with a slight hint of irritation in his voice. "Everytime I come here, he's out, somewhere." But K'vein's comment is taken in good stride, and he bobs a quick nod. "Sure, wouldn't mind a drink." Turning on a heel, he takes sight of the table where the beer is (whever that is) and starts over to grab one, taking quick sneek of a peek as he passes Sienna again.

Daianth> Daianth flies slowly above the Weyr, having left behind his wallow to join the others just beginning to rise up. A fat buck is spotted, the blue dropping down fast from the sky, razor-sharp talons hissing softly in the air, aimed directly at the prey's back. Eyes whirl red as the dragon violently slams into the wherry's back, snapping its spine in one swift motion, head snaking down to drink up the juice that sustains life.

Daianth> Waiting for the other males to get into the air first, Casorth takes his time, sitting up straight to survey the herd, then takes a few lumbering steps to launch himself into the air. He skims low over the herd, having already chosen his victim, and dives down at it. There's not even time for it to bleat, as it's vivisected and squished for liquid slurping. Yum!

"Oh, bless your heart, dearie, I'd love a wee bit of that redfruit juice on the table, if you would?" Noria wonders of Udeya with sheer appreciation. "My, my, I'd like to complain about this generation, but it's all full of polite young people," she decides happily.

Sienna apparently gets lazy again, for she props herself back on Stormfall's table again with a sigh. Yes, because standing is such hard work. One of her bathing suit straps is twisted, and she gives it a look of annoyance and begins to idly riffle with it until it is straightened. That done, she smiles prettily at the room, laying on her side. The beer Sh'yar had 'gotten' for her seems to be forgotten. She is much too busy modeling. "So, how is everyone?" She asks, out of the blue, big grin.

Daianth> Kailoth comes soaring out across the feeding grounds, wings spread to their full span, casting a dark shadow over the heard beneath. They scatter at its touch, panicked, careening this way and that, charging in any direction that might hold some chance of escape. Most get that chance, save one, a large male who's form catches the hungry eye of the bronze below. And thus with little ceremony, he drops, claws finding purchase in the creature's flanks, where it's dragged for nearly a length before Kailoth finally settles, and dips his maw to the beast's side, ripping it open to feast, and feast well.

"I'd say it's more of what's gotten off of her, like clothing. It's a very nice swimsuit though, lass," K'vein offers first to K'laarn with a wry grin, then to Sienna. "I'd say as to what's in her? Check her dragon," he suggests complacently. "Aaah, I'm too old for this."

Daianth> Gyreventh hunches on the edge of the grounds eyes whirling an intense blue purple. He does not proceed to blood any kills. He needs no boost to out fly these scrawny beasts in pursuit of a bejeweled green.

Sh'yar looks outside for a moment, "Oh you would choose NOW woulden't you?"

Udeya slips through the crowd towards the table and pours the drinks before hurrying back to place one in front of Noria "Well, thank you." She says with a blushing smile "I know I really should go back to my cottage, but this is rather fun to see."

E'vin fetches himself a mug, and starts back. But, ah, once more he's distracted, footsteps slowing as he passes the table Sienna has taken residence on. "I'd be better if the Weyrleader was actually here like he was supposed to be," the bronzerider then answers her, taking up that general question as being directed at least partially at him. He lifts hihs mug. "But, this isn't bad, so a bit better."

R'din sighs, dropping his eyes back to the table, rubbing his eyes for a few moments. The core is then disposed of, though he keeps himself apart from the other riders.

K'laarn chuckles drily and then sits down, shaking his head, though he keeps one eye on Sienna. "Never mind I guess I know what is wrong with her after all." He remarks.

Sienna suddenly giggles at something. "Whoops! Well, what can I say?" She wonders, shrugging. She leans back, her legs waving over the lip of the table. She looks at the ceiling, and whistles a little. "I'm in my bathing suit, and I feel fine!" She remarks, more to the ceiling than anything else. After a thought, she turns her head to regard K'laarn and K'vein. "I /am/ wearing clothing! See!" She gives her hip, clad by green, a poke.

Noria beams at Udeya, accepting the glass gratefully. "Oh, I probably should too, but someone has to stay and chaperone all these old caprines," Noria declares, waggling her brows at the older men briefly.

Sh'yar loosens his already loose collar, "Gotta admit, a swimsuit is sounding right nice about now. I keep forgetting it's summer down here."

"See what I mean?" K'vein pauses to consider the far wall blankly for a moment, then sighs with a chuckle and downs another swallow of beer. "I keep telling Casorth he's too old for this. Clearly he doesn't agree. Yes, lass, I see the clothing. It's very, ah...green!"

Sienna nods enthusiastically at both K'vein and Sh'yar at the same time. Odd how she manages to do that. "Yes, swimsuits are lovely for summer! Of course it's green! It matches my hair!" This said, she gives her red locks a toss.

Daianth> Rnayth discards the carcass of his first kill, its limp body laying slack on the ground as he mounts the sky again. He soars toward the feeding grounds and dives amongst the herdbeasts. He lands heavily upon one, his wings stirring a furious wind as he rips out the creature's throat.Thick crimson fluid pumps out freely which the small bronze quickly devours.

K'laarn just watches the young, pretty greenrider toss her head in an enrapt fashion as slowly the lust of his dragon works on him, and the greenrider's natural sensuality assists.

Daianth> Daianth drinks up the last drop of blood from the fat buck, head swinging up to glance at his rivals. Just as promptly, they are ignored, the dragon hopping off the dead carcass, spreading his sapphire wings out to balance himself, searching for his next blood. One herdbeast is chosen and taken down by him, tearing open the delicate belly to lap it up.

E'vin shrugs his shoulders, and flops himself down to sit down at that table, although at the end of the bench, facing out. Breathing out a heavy huff, he takes another sip from the mug, and then glances out, toward the hall exit. "Ahhh... well. Looks like I'm stuck here for a while, too. What're you doing, Kail?" Although the last is really spoken more to the air than anyone in particular. Leaning back, he leans his shoulders on the table, and rolls his head back to get a sort of upside-down view of the greenrider again, seemingly giving her a more serious consideration now, given the situation.

Sh'yar nods, looking at the exhabishonist differently this time, examining every curl and curve from her head down to her toes. "Yes very lovely indeed."

Daianth> Casorth's teeth work leisurely to shred what's left of the herdbeast, turning it really quite to puree. He finally looks up, a few tendons trailing from his teeth like fringe, then ponders a moment before leaping up and coming right back down on an ovine, more of a large hop than flight. There's a bleat, then a squish, and wool goes flying.

Sienna is enjoying being admired, it would seem, for with all the eyes on her she's grinning brightly. "I am so glad I wore my bathing suit!" She says again, complimenting herself. She leisurely glides off of the table, taking a stand again. She puts one finger to her pouty lower lip and surveys the males around. "Hmmm." Tap tap on the lip, as she leans on one leg, consequently making a curvaceous hip jut outward further.

K'laarn lets loose a soft sigh. "Sometimes I wonder if Rnayth and I aren't getting too old for this." He chuckles as he talks to K'vein, a slightly older rider than him, "Don't you? I mean, even if your dragon did catch, the greenrider might be horrified later to be saddled with such an old man."

R'din is entranced by Sienna, staring at the greenrider openly now as he stands against one of the walls. Apparently Daianth's lust has gotten to him, as eyes roam the woman's body.

Sh'yar grins, "I know Gyreventh's not to old, we're in our prime."

"Matches? She has green hair?" K'vein looks briefly amused, but he's already focused exclusively on the greenrider, leaning forward a bit. "Mmmhmm. I'm mighty glad you wore it too, lass," he comments quietly, leering a hint. "Verrry nice." K'laarn gets a sudden chuckle. "Might be. Last girl wasn't too horrified, and that wasn't -that- long ago. I think she was startled."

Daianth> Kailoth rends open the heardbeast trapped beneath him, and jabs into the open wounds with his snout, ripping out bits and pieces, and generally sending the gore flying all around him, -just- to get at the juiciest bits. But soon, he finds his first meal drained and dull, it's dessicated corpse left with little of value, and he lifts his bloodied muzzle to once more survey the field. Another beast is spotted a ways ahead of him, and he starts toward it, bounding along the ground first and then leaping into the air, to jump-glide across the intervening distance, bringing the creature down in a wailing tumble.

K'laarn nods, "Well its not like I'm flabby and wrinkled or anything, yet." He remarks.

Udeya sips her wine and watches amused as the men admire the greenrider on stage... or table, as the case may be. "Oh you are not /that/ old." she calls out to K'laarn, though others may disagree. She runs her fingers through her hair and giggles "I just certainly hope she doesn't regret that bathing suit earlier. Personally, I think she looks quite good in it."

Daianth> Rnayth thrusts the carcass of his latest kill away from him before launching in leaps and bounds toward the grounds. He gains the sky in a few short sweeps of his wings and then lands quickly again, dispatching a bleating animal with a few swipes of his claws. He bellows his triumph over the creature and then dips his head -- right there in the middle of the feeding grounds to drain its sweet, energy-giving blood.

Sienna completely misses, or ignores, all the oldster talk. She's busy perfecting her catwalk. See? She paces in front of the table, one hand on her hip, the other beside her. Look at that pelvis swing.

E'vin stays put in his own sort of strange position, head laid back on the table and eyes turned to the nearby woman. His gaze is a little unfocused, and yet, there's clear trouble in his features, as he sits up a moment later, apparently not so thoroughly entranced. There's a decided look of... contest, of defiance, something in him apparently trying to fight off the feeling. "Ugh... great, I don't want to do this now." And so he abruptly stands to stalk away from the table. Of course, he stops only a few steps away, and turns back, his decision overcome, in turn, by his lifemate's feelings.

K'laarn watches it swing and sashay and wiggle and do all the other manuvers that little rump and hip swing performs. He sighs in pleasure, "You know, " He remarks again "ITs times like this I like being a rider." He grins wickedly and leans forward to leer some more at Sienna.

Sh'yar swallows the rest of the beer in his glass, "Ah, very refreshing." Wether he's talking about the beer or the girl is very unclear.

"He's not?" Noria squints at K'laarn, then grins slightly, face crinkling. "I suppose not. Certainly not the wrinkled old gabber that K'vein is," she adds with a sweet smile at the old man. "It -is- a lovely suit, though. I may have to ask her where she got it, and suggest it to my daughter. She needs a man."

R'din's eyes follow Sienna's form every millimeter of that catwalk she walks, appreciating her.

K'vein leans back in his seat to watch with frank interest, nodding approvingly. "Mm-hmm. This is definitely one of the fringe benefits. Although the cheap wine afterwards isn't always the best," he adds wryly, then spins a finger. "Do a little turn, darlin'? It's -really- a lovely suit."

Sienna grins. "Did someone suggest a turn?" She puts her other hand behind her head, leaving the one on her hip, and slowly turns in a circle, making sure to make eyes at every infatuated male rider around.

Udeya chuckles "Oh no he's not... at least I don't think so. He taught me now to knife-fight, you know." She tells the woman very matter of factly before sipping her wine "I need one too. Of course, I don't think that will be happening any time soon, what with sweeps, drills and all."

Daianth> Belith suddenly begins to stir from her resting place in the Lakeside Meadow, near the Feeding Grounds fence. Her hide is glowing a lush mossy woodland green, as if illuminated by Belior and Timor. Her lids lazily slide away from her eyes, revealing the deep indigo shade, flecked with red. She pulls herself out of her ball-like position, with a yawn and a stretch. She exhibits her physique as she stretches. She suddenly seems to realize the males have gotten a head start on her, so she gives a powerful leap into the Hunting Grounds. One of the bovines has broken it's leg fleeing from the males, and had taken refuge near the fence. It is an easy pick for Belith to grab it with a talon, to shred open it's throat and bend her head to guzzle it up.

That probably leaves E'vin as the only one not -completely- busy leering and making suggestions for Sienna. He seems to swing back and forth, taking a step closer, then backing away, a sip of his mug, and then turning to set it aside, trying to be rid of the thing. Then the spinning greenrider's glance catches him, for whatever brief moment might be, and he seems to break down. "There are some nice things," he then reluctantly agrees, with K'vein and probably a few others, breathing a sigh and turning back to reclaim his mug.

Daianth> Gyreventh trumpets in apprication of the earthy quality of the lovely green, how well a match for him she would be.

K'laarn grins and then says "Mind walking this way a little Sienna," He wonders aloud. "Maybe jut your hip out a little and then lean over?" He throws out his own suggestion for this impromptu cat-walk.

"What, a swimsuit or a man?" Noria wonders of Udeya. "Although I'd personally recommend both. I've got the latter, but only because I'm a bit old for the former," she adds wryly.

Daianth> Daianth laps at the pool of blood around the dead carcass's belly, stopping to raise his head and herald a welcome to Belith in the form of a warble. The whirling color in his eyes begin to be taken over by the violet color, shifting from talon to talon on the carcass.

"That was me," K'vein supplies helpfully, pushing a loose, silver lock out of his eyes, then lifts his brows. "Well done!" he decides at the turn, then abruptly finishes his beer at K'laarn's suggestion, already slightly damp at the forehead. "There are that," he agrees absently with E'vin.

Sienna laughs and tosses her hair, but then seems to pause for a moment, her eyes going distant briefly before she returns to the present. "Uh-uh, K'laarn," she says, waggling a mischevious finger at him. She leans one hip up against Stormfall's table again. "The show is over," she says, playing hard to get, folding her arms and leaning back.

K'laarn gives a sigh of dismay "Ah, Sienna, but we were just really starting to enjoy it all." He tells her with great enthusiasm. "Weren't we folks?" He looks around to get acknowledgement. "You've a lovely figure. I never quite noticed before, shame on me." He says with amusement.

Sh'yar nods, "Enjoying it very much indeed, every redhead I've ever seen has a lovely figure."

Udeya chuckles and looks to Noria "Oh a man, I think." she says with a wrinkle of her nose "I found quite a nice bathing suit in stores, though I dare say it doesn't look nearly as good as that green one does on Sienna." She points.

Daianth> Rnayth watches the green Belith as she comes to the grounds to fetch her own meal of blood. He eagerly sits up, thrusting out his chest to expand it to its widest dimensions in a display of macho vigor. He trumpets to her, wings spreading wide to show off the brilliant fiery colors. He looks sated on blood, his hide gleaming with an inner luminescence of energy.

Daianth> Kailoth sits hunched over his second kill, twice-stained muzzle buried in the beast's open chest cavity, slurping up the last few bits of his battered, almost liquefied innards. But his crimson-tinged snout rises, amidst his feast, to take in the sight of Belith as she stirs from her slumber. As she leaps to finish off the injured bovine, his violet-filled eyes track her every move, and he lets out a deep, barritone croon, before ripping out a last chunk from his own kill and flaring his wings open, surveying the field for a brief moment.

R'din nods, speaking up for the first time, joining the others' encouragement of Sienna, "Yes... Let us admire more of your beauty?"

"Aaah, I definitely recommend a man, then, at least the right one. I've had mine for more than forty Turns now," Noria explains with a quietly pleased sigh. "They come in handy," she adds, then tilts her head at Sienna. "I daresay she's garnering the attention, isn't she?"

Sienna positively basks in all the praise, grinning wryly as she uses the table as a prop to lean on. Being a femme fatale is such difficult work. At all the urgings for more show, she just grins more broadly. "Wellll," she seems to be seriously debating that.

Sh'yar grins, "I can only think of a couple of ways we could actually admire _more_ of her beauty."

K'vein swipes his forehead with his sleeve, but has to chuckle. "Ah, the agony! Surely you'll grace with just a -bit- more of a show?" he urges. "Definitely enough to light any man's fire," he agrees with an appreciative nod. "What would it take, hmm?"

Daianth> Casorth finishes the last of the ovine's liquid goodness, and looks up, tufts of wool caught in the tendons trailing from his teeth. Now he has a white, fluffy beard. He will not be saying ho-ho-ho or delivering gifts at Turnover though, most likely. He settles back, wings half unfurled to wait patiently, muscles twitching in readiness.

Udeya shakes her head "She certainly has though. Not that I mind. I would love to have such self confidence, even when proddy." The wine is finished and she sets her feet on the chair across from her.

Daianth> Belith tosses her head, sending a few dribbles of blood this way and that. All the displays of machoness are ignored for now. She keeps to the ground, not wanting to startle the trigger-itchy males into leaping to the sky after her when she's not ready. She trots up behind another bovine who is running in terror, eyes lolling. With one well placed leap she lands on it's back, and cuts it open, blood spilling to feast upon. The red tinge of her eyes is beginning to wane, replaced utterly by shining purple. After a brief gluttonizing, she surveys the grounds, seeing all eyes on her. Maybe she could just sneak away. . .she makes as if to continue after another bovine, then suddenly leaps to the air, clearing the ground before making her first downsweep. Catching a well-placed thermal, she uses it to shoot into the sky

Daianth> Belith flies toward the open sky above.
Daianth> Belith has left.

Sienna suddenly seems distracted by something, as her eyes glaze and she stops leaning on the table. Almost in zombielike fashion (yet still managing to show off her physique) she makes for the door.

She's even garnered her share from the reluctant E'vin, the Honshu rider having taken to joining the rest of the men in their urgings for Sienna's continued 'performance'. "Just a little sign of goodwill to your fellow Weyr?" he incourages, with a feigned air of innocence in the suggestion. By now, he's stalking back near the table, close, only to breathe a long, drawn-out "Awww..." as she starts away from the group. Just as he was getting into it, she has to get all unfriendly. This day seems to be filled with bad luck for the visitting bronzerider.

Daianth> Rnayth leaps skywards with a great rush of his wings and a muscular push against the earth. He soars higher, each thrust of his wings straining against the gravity that would pull him back to earth's embrace. He gains the heights of the sky as he chases after Belith

Daianth> Daianth had been watching Belith the entire time, not blooding any other beasts, only staring after the green beauty in lust. Blinking as the dragon takes off, the blue immediately springs up into the air, wings beating to work his way up after her, rising up and up.

Sienna gives the pursuers a somewhat annoyed glance, but she will not run, no, she is taking her leisurely time wandering towards her weyr.

Daianth> Kailoth leaves the beasts that have escaped them to their good fortune, his darkened stare sweeping around the field, but ending up back squarely on Belith, studying her now, both appreciative and wary. She's bound to take to wing sooner than later, and he'll not be caught off guard. And so he hunches down, gathering strength in his hind legs, perched ready to spring. And spring he does, launching skywards as soon as she does, first in a powerful leap, before a powerful downstroke of his wings lifts the bronze into the sky, now fixed firmly on his pursuit.

Daianth> Belith doesn't look back-she knows the boys are behind her. She pumps her wings only when the buoyancy of a thermal wanes, and these are slow, languid, energy-conserving strokes. The big green cuts through the air, her tail fanning out behind her in a tantalizing lure, her legs tucked close to her body.


Sienna and Green Belith's Wallow
The roar of the sea in the distance marks out this sunny clearing as being close to the ocean, a noticeable scent of salt only reinforcing this statement. Sandy path leads uphill (therefore making itself a perfect riverbed during storms) through a somewhat dry, and yet still vibrant clearing of pale green fauna to a simple cottage; solid in build, but plain, above all things. A tall Fellis tree grows up beside it, great roots digging out of the ground in extensions big enough to sit upon, while most of the rest of the clearing is taken up in the wallow that has been formed by turns of use, moulded to the shape of a previous draconic body. For most greens, it's size would be far too large, but Belith fits almost perfectly into the smooth ditch, speckled with pale flowers. Also, what looks to be a cleared section and a half-attempt at a garden (the soil has been churned, and there is a little rock fence) rests near the noch of the L shaped cottage.

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Sienna(#2394PJVce$)
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Weyr Cottage Southwestern Weyrs

Weyr Cottage
The cottage has an air of dependability around it, from the aged wood with the few ceiling patches, to the very way it is built. Not one of the newest cottages, it is still in excellent condition. The door appears to be newer than the rest of the cottage, the wood matching the shade of the few roof patches, a light tawny.
The building is shaped somewhat like an 'L' with a small main room, and a right-turning corner down the ways a little. The cottage appears big enough for one person to live in comfortably, but without a terrible amount of floorspace due to the furniture around. By the door, to the right, rests a desk covered in neatly organized hide stacks. Hanging on a wall near the desk is a spicerack, laden with various spices and a few little scraps of hides with recipies scribbled on them tucked into vacant notches. Across from the desk is a winerack, with two or three bottles in it, along with some glasses. Beside the rack is a window with dark green curtains and a strange wooden peg below it. This window is usually open, a fragrant breeze fluttering in.
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Contents:
Sienna(#2394PJVce$)
Potted Vine
Scarf
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Daianth> Rnayth is behind Belith all right. He keeps a steady pace, wings easily slicing through the windy air to maintain a velocity consistant with the green's fast-paced flight. He has time, more than enough to wait for her to outlast the other dragons -- his own stamina being incredible, as a bronze, even if he isn't as swift.

Daianth> Gyreventh thrusts his wing up and down even while catching a thermal in an attempt to get above and only slightly behind the tantalizing green his whirling eyes never leaving her supine form.

Sienna walks in her seductive zombie manner into her cottage, taking refuge behind her desk. The males are given a wary glance out of the corner of her eye as they pile in.

Daianth> Daianth catches another thermal, keeping his wings spread, using the hot air to his advantage, working them once again as soon he's out of the thermal's range. The dragon conserves his strength, head and neck outstretched towards Belith, wanting her, filled with lust and admiration. He is not one of the leaders, instead behind them.

Daianth> Kailoth pumps his wings, vast bronze sails carrying him as fast as they are able in a blood-fueled, lust-spurred craze. Even then, he's no match for the smaller dragons in attendance, the browns and blues out first, despite his best efforts. But this fact doesn't discourage him in the least, the great creature blasting after her, using thermals to gain altitude when he can, but largely keeping focused on narrowing the horizontal distance between them, as best he can. Of everything, his size is only of use when he passes a few of the trailing, slower browns, using it to 'negotiate' through them, dashing ahead in heated pursuit, and leaving those unfit for the challenge behind.

R'din follows Sienna first, immediately going to one of the cottage's walls, leaning on his side against it. Eyes stare at the greenrider, frozen in that stance.

Daianth> Casorth really is towards the back of the pack. Despite the brown size and strength, he seems to be conserving himself. He stays focused on the green at the front, trying to use his wits in anticipation,

Sh'yar saunters in pulling at his already loose collar. He, being a bold fellow leans against the opposite side of the desk Sienna is behind. He smiles, "Nice..."

K'laarn walks in belatedly, apparently his concentration was taken by other things. He grins slightly as he walks in, and giving K'vein a knowing look, turns his attention to Sienna with a sigh of appreciation escpaing his lips. "Can't believe I never really look." He grins and shakes his head in amazement.

Daianth> Belith pulls one of her usual tricks suddenly, tucking her wings into her sides to plummet unexpectedly towards the ground in an erratic but beautiful downward spiral. She is apparently exchanging altitude for speed at the moment, becoming a beautiful shining emerald, falling from the heavens. That should befuddle some of the slower dragons.

Sienna looks through all those gathered, with a slight glare and a hint at a haughty smile as Belith pulls a fast one. She folds her arms over her chest. No more free looks, gentlemen.

Another bout of flight-inspired doubt? E'vin, unlike his lifemate, is anything but prompt in keeping after the woman of his 'desire', if only because those desires meet a bit more reistance in him. He comes trailing after the others, at a distance, and even then, makes not even the effort that the others do, to close around her. He pauses, to note the cottage itself, its design, and then goes to find a seat at a distance from the majority of the group.

Daianth> Rnayth doesn't even attempt to duplicate the aeriel manuver that the small, agile green pulled off. He maintains his height and distance, though he does circle around slightly, drifting downwards in the surity that she'll come back up. When she does, he'll be better off, assuredly. He ducks past another male dragon, hissing at him as he flies and the smaller blue dives after the green.

Daianth> Gyreventh has seen this trick before, he does not fall prey to it, instead he uses the strength of a Northen Reaches brown to build up his speed and maintain his altitude above the object of his affection.

Daianth> Casorth knows his abilities, and aerobatics isn't quite one of them. He soars upwards with a few of the larger dragons, sailing along to watch the green's antics intently. He tilts to one side then, starting a slow glide after her, wings thrusting back the air fiercely.

Daianth> Daianth immediately drops down after the green, turning on a wingtip downwards, folding his wings along his back as he follows. Sapphire after glowing emerald, doing the same erratic path that Belith performs, down and down.

Daianth> Belith snaps her gossamer wings outward, displaying their viney pondlike tracings in the evening light. She now shoots along at a lower altitude, gaining ground. Knowing this area of the sky, it would seem, she suddenly banks left to catch another thermal, soaring at an abrupt left to the masses of the group, reclaiming the heights.

Daianth> Kailoth keeps after her, with nothing fancy in his flying, until the green decides to pull something showy of her own. Now, it's always an interesting gambit, in these situations- follow and risk losing on a sharp turn or upward bank, or hold, assured the female will rise, and hope she comes back far enough. Kailoth, it seems, will take the middle road. While not diving, he does descend, the motion showing just the slightest similarity to that of the much more agile green. But at the same time, it will hopefully place him closer to her than those less bold in their tactics, while retaining the control needed to catch her when she breaks the maneuver.

K'vein follows the others in rather quietly by now, once again wiping his forehead with one sleeve. He takes a step towards Sienna, eyes wide and pupils dilated, then takes a step back again, clearing his throat. "Hot in here," he mumbles.

Sienna leans back against the far wall, behind her desk, narrowing her eyes at the males. As Belith plummets and soars, her body tilts slightly this way and that, mimicking her lifemate's maneuvers.

Daianth> Casorth doesn't need to pull up much as the green rises to meet him! How polite of her! The old brown angles to the left a bit, adjusting his altitude and velocity to skim in just above the glowing form and to the right, one wing extending to try to foul her progress and attempt to turn the green his own direction.

R'din takes one step forward, hands coming up, aimed at Sienna, just as his Daianth is doing right this very moment, eyes full of hope.

Daianth> Daianth still chases Belith, his sapphire wings snapping open a split second after Belith own, following her at a slightly higher altitude. As the green beauty of emerald banks left, sapphire does as well, aiming himself down at Belith, talons outstretched towards her, tail ready, hoping to catch her before she rises too far for him. Hoping to be her dance partner, as every dance requires one.

Daianth> Gyreventh waits for just the right moment... Ah There! The lovely green has halted her decent and is in a fast straight climb again. Now it is his turn. Gyreventh folds his wings in and quickly dives after the slowly rising green his neck, legs and tail are outstretched as he reaches to entwine the lovely green body to his own in the sweet melting embrace.

Sh'yar quickens his breathing, a wild look in his eyes.

Daianth> Kailoth's restrained sweep brings him just where he intended, flying a little avbove, but considerably less far behind the green than before, with each distance diminishing as moments pass. She's rising again, just as every male guessed, and he's still slowly descending, flying in almost a mirror-path to hers, each passing wingstroke bringing the two diverse images closer to what might be their joining. In the last moment, he throws his all into it, to make that possibility come true- vast bronzen sails flung wide as he swoops down on her, forelimbs reaching and tail curling, as he tries to snare her up, to bring her into his wanting grasp.

Daianth> Rnayth dives down as Belith begins to reclaim her position in the heights of the sky, doing his best to meet her midair. He soars toward her, stooping like a bird of prey toward her position, foreclaws stretched out as he comes near. He does his best to thrust his body in her direction, bronze wings flailing at the sky in quickened effort to make it there before other males might in an attempt to capture her close to his body.

Daianth> Belith gives a slight noise of startlement as suddenly a cluster of males are literally at her tail! The flight is suddenly cut short as she makes a mistake and looks over her shoulder to take stock of things. Her neck abruptly catches the wind, and as she jerks her wings to the side to compensate, she manages to jerk herself right into the embrace of Daianth!

K'laarn gives a snort of frustrated lust and stalks out to soothe himself in someone else or a cup of wine -- maybe both.

Daianth> Rnayth breaks off just as another dragon gets in the way, he frantically beats his wings and barrel-rolls off to the side.

E'vin visbly tries to hold himself back in the end, arms clutched round his own chest. But- in that moment of truth, where he finds himself free of that thing he apparently feared, the bronzer gives a relieved sigh, and starts away, if casting one last look at Sienna, some hint of longing still in his eyes.

Daianth> Daianth bugles his victory, welcoming the emerald into his embrace, tails twining with hers, wings beating the same as hers, becoming one with the emerald. And what a sight they are!


Post-Flight

Weyrhall(#333RDJ$)
Thick stone walls rise from the granite tiled floor towards the large crossbeam rafters that comprise the high ceiling of this impressively sized building. Broad, deep-silled windows look out on three sides of the hall, easily closed during Threadfall by the metal shutters, but shaded during the day by fabric blinds. On the south wall, a large tapestry and painting have been hung with pride, though they provide conflicting images that may disturb some. Near the kitchen entrance, a long serving table has been set up and close by trestle tables have been placed in parallel -- some with benches and others with chairs, padded with comfy cushions in a myriad of greens. The heavy main doors, leading out to the flagstone courtyard, are usually propped open to let cool breezes pass through the hall, and to cool off anyone working the heavy loom that has been placed in one corner, a task often threaded and in progress there.
Beams of sunlight slice into the Hall from the west, turning the walls a ruddy shade of gold. A seaward breeze has begun to flow now, carrying with it the aromas of redfruit and roasting meat from the nearby kitchens.
There are numerous doors leading in and out of here: iron-bound doors to the west opening onto the courtyard, a swinging door on hinges into the kitchen, and a carved door on the southern wall into the Infirmary among them. Prominently placed, a massive serving table stands ready to accommodate weyrfolk and guests. In the recesses hang a number of paintings and tapestries. (+view)
People: R'din Noria Udeya Bertha
Others: Lord Mouser

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Courtyard Kitchen INFirmary

Noria tsks softly, but smiles gently, the lines at her eyes deepening. "Free, but rigid enough in its own ways. We trained hours and hours every day when we weren't actually moving, and sometimes when we were. The Jabaris are performers," she explains, then ohs sympathetically. "Poor dear. Too many rules stifle a child. Keeping children safe is key, but one can't shield them forever."

Udeya smiles "I quite a agree with you." She says with a wave of her fingers "If there is a chance I ever have children, I think I'll know how to treat them. It is one of the reasons I became a nanny in the first place." Her eyes flash happily as she sees R'din and she waves to him. "Clear skies!"

R'din blinks at Udeya, giving her a little nod, seeming a little awkward as he aims himself away from the majority of the people, towards the Serving Table. No other responses are given.

"There's a place for guidelines and structure, but children must be allowed to progress," Noria adds emphatically, clearly opinionated on the subject. "Children are a wonder, though. There are times I wish I'd more than the three I do," she muses, then laughs. "Not that it's an option anymore," she adds wryly, then gives R'din a matronly smile.

Udeya gives a smile at R'din's apparent awkwardness and whispers "I wonder what has him back so early." She contemplates the wine once again before setting the glass down on the table "I don't wish to disturb him." As she runs her fingers through her hair she sighs "I try to invite children over as much as possible. Of course, I always send them home afterward."

R'din doesn't even respond to Noria's smile, moving to the farthest empty table available with a glass of wine and some redfruits. When Udeya isn't looking at him, he's eyeing the greenrider, as if wary.

Noria lifts a brow at R'din's furtive withdrawl, then inclines her head acceptingly and turns back to Udeya. "Probably best not to," she murmurs back. "They'll have the wine around soon enough," she muses, then smiles. "Now, that's a good idea. Me, I just pester my children to start giving me grandchildren."

Udeya chuckles "I suppose that is a good idea too. Of course, I need to have some children first. I suppose before I can start, though, I need a man first." She winks and snickers before her attention is caught by a kitchen worker carrying one of the bottles by. As it is filled she whispers "I wonder what has got him down? Anaith tells me his blue won that flight."

R'din snorts a little one, forcing his stare off Udeya down onto the table before him, munching on that redfruit. Once in a while, he pauses to take big gulps of the wine.

"At your age, dear, I'd say just enjoy the young men, and have the babies later," Noria encourages with a laugh, waving a hand. "I waited until I was twenty-one to have my first, and I'm right glad. I had a lot more fun as a young woman," she adds with an eyebrow waggle, then blinks. "Won?" she repeats, startled indeed.

Udeya smiles "You are right." she adds with another confused glance towards R'din. Her eyes go back to the woman just as quickly, perhaps even paranoid. "I'd prefer to just have fun. Maybe someone I can go places or do things with. Of course, with all of my new duties, it has been difficult to have much of a social life." Her ease with the stranger seems complete, indeed.

R'din just ignores them for the time being, staring into the glass now as the redfruit's already down to the core. Hmm.

Noria carefully ignores R'din to give him his quiet, and chuckles at Udeya, nodding in approval. "That's a good girl, brilliant plan. Still, be patient. Goodness knows the lads are out there, just often shy as can be. I know my Nefton certainly was."

Udeya smiles "Oh I will be. In any case, I have much to do before I can go looking for boys. My foster mother would be furious if she thought I were even having this conversation. She was sure I'd come back to her pregnant, within two weeks after leaving." Her wine is sipped with a blissful expression and she holds up the glass "That kitchen worker already knows my favorite."

L'mir walks into the hall with paint spatters all over his exposed skin. A well-worn toolbelt with 'Laemir' tooled into the hide hangs low on his hips. An assortment of hammerlike objects dangle from it, slapping against his pants as he walks toward the wine. "Pregnant? Who's pregnant? You, Noria?" he grins, winking to the woman. "Finally let a sire get to you, eh?"

R'din blinks at the entrance of the Weyrleader, giving him a only a glance and a wrinkled nose before reverting his attention back to the wine glass.

Noria can't help but laugh outright, shaking her head. "Oh, no. My poor dear. Obviously that isn't the case? Still, having a baby isn't the end of the world, but it is -far- better to wait until one's a bit older. But here, you know that. A lass with a head on her shoulders is welcome," she decides, then smiles innocently up at L'mir as he enters. "Yes, dear, I am. You're just too much of a man for me."

Analisa enters the weyrhall only a pregnant pause behind L'mir. She waves to the group, "Heyla! L'mir's pregnant?"

L'mir waggles his brows to Noria teasingly as he pours a large glass of wine. "And you are /quite/ the woman, I might add! That little wiggle you have? You know, this one?" A demonstration is given, his hips rotating as tools twirl about his hips. "Simply irresistable, amazingly irresistable!" He grins to R'din in response to that quick glance then nods to Analisa. "Noria did it, donchaknow."

R'din is currently seated at the farthest empty table available, silent and still staring into his wine glass. Redfruit core lies nearby on the table, and a half-blank expression on his face, the other half unsure. Guilt, perhaps?

Udeya chuckles "L'mir, pregnant?" she says with an ecstatic giggle "I suppose the weyr could use a little surprise." Her concerned eyes dart back to R'din and then to Noria "Oh it isn't the case anymore. I go between far too often in my wing."

Noria spreads her hands with a resigned, sheepish look. "What can I say? It's all those Turns of practice." She tilts her head to regard L'mir's wiggling critically, then nods in approval. "Although I do say you're quite getting the hang of it dearie. You can do that again, if you like," she adds magnanamously, then waves a wrinkled hand at Analisa amiably. "Evening, dearie."

Analisa grabs a redfruit as she snickers and makes her way to R'din and sits next to him, "Heyla Ry." She waves back to Noria, "Heyla Noria, how's your night going?"

L'mir downs a long drink of the wine, nose wrinkling as R'din's did earlier but for a different reason. "Shards." he mutters, not at all pleased but a grin is sent to Udeya now. "Udeya, Tel and I make enough rumors about the weyr, no need for another." Sauntering over to Noria, he pats a loose hair back into her bun, then leans down as if to kiss her cheek. "Older women plus experience equals rrrowl!" he states with a teasing grin toward Analisa, R'din and Udeya.

R'din blinks at the sudden appearance of someone sitting beside him, recognizing that voice instantly. "Hey." His face gets slightly redder, more of that unsure expression taking over, ignoring L'mir as he does with Udeya and Noria.

Analisa snickers at L'mir and bites into her redfruit. She leans over to give R'din a smooch, "Heyla, darlin', how're things?"

Udeya giggles "Well, you don't need to worry about me creating any. I simply pass them along, sir." She says as she raises her glass as in a toast. "And I'll remember that should I find myself looking at an older woman." With that she drinks the glass, sparing once more glance for the bluerider before noting Analisa's presence and apparently deciding to mind her own business.

"Oh, better and better, dearie, better and better," Noria exclaims to Analisa cheerfully, then stifles a small laugh at the mention of rumor. "Poor darlings. Rumors will always fly about the people in charge," she comments sympathetically, then tilts her cheek up smugly to accept the kiss. "And L'mir yet again proves his wisdom. Smart boy. Remind me to get someone to distract Nefton so I can reward you."

R'din accepts the smooch, the only thing making him grin a little bit before that guilt comes back again, whispering in a low voice to Analisa, "Daianth won Belith..." Eyes watch the young woman beside her.

Analisa arches her eyebrows and grins, "That so? Was it a good flight?" she asks taking another juicy bite of her redfruit.

L'mir appears to love flirting with Noria, seen once again by one of those butterfly-like kisses he brushes on her cheek before standing upright at her side. "I think she likes carpenters." he whispers to Udeya loud enough for all to hear. "And just think, she doesn't mind a little sweat and paint stains!" One fingertip points to a light smudge on Noria's cheek, a light blue color. "Though, dearheart, you might have a slight hesitation as to how to explain that, hmm?" A big grin follows.

R'din blinks at Analisa, nodding a bit, "Aye, it was.." His expression and mood begins to dissappear as Analisa doesn't seem to be upset or anything. "You're not mad?" he whispers to her again, still watching intently.

Udeya giggles girlishly at L'mir flirting with Noria as she sips her wine "I certainly hope that comes off. I've heard the legend of her spoon." She adds with a snicker.

Noria gives the couple a quick, sympathetic glance, almost nostalgic for all that she's clearly never been in the same situation. She brushes at the smudge on her cheek, looking smug and clearly trying not to laugh. "Who -wouldn't- like carpenters, hmm? And I'm an old trader, of course I don't mind a little grime. I'll say I was painting a quilt. Yes, that's it," she declares loftily, then beams at Udeya, and pats the spoon in her apron pocket.

Analisa smiles and shakes her head, "Nay.. it was just a flight, darling." She shoots him a stern glance, "Now if you've decided that you love her and not me, then I'd be hurt..."

R'din smiles at Analisa, shaking his head as his hands reach for Analisa. "Never." he replies, his voice sure, very sure. With a wink, R'din deftly places the girl onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm glad you're not upset."

Analisa eeps as she gets picked up, but then snuggles into R'din's lap, one arm slung around his shoulders while she finishes her redfruit. "Me too..." she says with a wink.

L'mir ignores the reference to a quilt but he does grimace at the mention of one. Rather, a hand slips down to slide out a hammer from it's sling on the toolbelt, as he steps back a pace. Wielding the hammer toward Noria with body arched forward, he feigns seriousness as he calls out, "I'll defeat a spoon attack any day! Take this! And this!" The hammer wiggles and sways as he pretends to poke it toward the auntie, mock fierceness showing in his expression. Weyrleader's sure in a good mood tonight, oddly enough.

Udeya nearly jumps out of her seat and then scoots away from the hammer-wielding weyrleader. "Be careful with that thing!" she is brave enough to exclaim. Her wine is nearly knocked out of her hand but she saves it by quickly gulping the rest of the glasses contents... a moment she will likely be feeling later in the night.

Noria softens in expression and awws softly. "Young love," she murmurs approvingly, then starts at finding a hammer waggling in her direction. "Good gracious! Mercy me! I'm under attack!" she gasps, flashes a wink at Udeya, then whips out her long-handled wooden spoon far faster than her age would indicate, twirls it once, and attempts to clang it lightly against the hammer. "Back at you, fiendish man! Hah-hah! The spoon is invincible!"

R'din grins at Analisa, stealing a bite out of her redfruit slyly. Then a blink ensues, along with a frown. "I gotta get going... Daianth." he explains, giving Analisa a passionate kiss before rising and gently placing Ana into his own chair. "See you tonight?" he asks.

Analisa snickers at the pair of older people, shaking her head. She eeps again, settling in to R'din's chair, "You got it, dear." she says with a wink.

R'din grins, moving away, "Careful with those things, kiddies. You might put an eye out." he teases L'mir and Noria before disappearing.

L'mir is not to be undone in form or grace. Prancing on his bootheels, he vies to the left then parlays to the right, finally making contact with the spoon. "Never give in! Never lose the fight! Defend to the bitter end!" he calls out, having a difficult time not bursting out into gales of laughter. When Udeya moves he's temporarily distracted, head turning toward the girl. "There's some more over there," he calls over, the hand with the hammer moving to gesture toward the serving table as he nods to R'din and Analisa. Oops. He's left his side unguarded.

Udeya chuckles as she rises... no scurries... from her chair towards the wine table "I suppose I should have paid more attention what K'laarn and Niare were trying to teach me how to fight." When she does have her wine she doesn't return to her original seat. Instead, she stays a few seats down where she can watch the interaction in safety.

Noria doesn't actually get up from her seat (she -is- an old woman) even as she brandishes her spoon expertly, trying to keep back her own laughter unsuccessfully. "Ho! Hah! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Thrust!" she calls out in cheerful litany. "Fighting is all in your chosen weapons, dearie," she comments distractedly, then exclaimes, "Hah hah!" and snaps the spoon out to try to smack L'mir's side lightly.