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Anne McCaffrey, author of the Pern novels, and recorded by A.S. Korra'ti
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Log Date:
	4/5/98

Log Cast:
	(People) Asrai, Jorenan, D'thon, Rylan, Emlyn, Ursa, R'gan (NPC),
Ceria, R'val, Ro, Lanryi, T'gota (NPC), K'nan, Lyrenna, N'kshar, Halam,

	(Fire lizards) Holl, Enri, Brodi, Vachon, Arki, Munki, Rianet, Elsi,
Wili

Log Intro:
	In the wake of Leilanth's rising at Telgar Weyr, Mehlani has received
quite the startling Turnday present -- a K'star so thoroughly drunk that he
couldn't recognize his surroundings left ever so thoughtfully on her cot as
an apparent gift from his wingmates. With the help of her friend Ro, Mehlani
succeeded in getting the brown rider safely back to his own weyr.
	But now, it's the next day, and Mehlani and Ro have been discovering
to their immense horror exactly how many rumors have been going around the
Weyr about what two half-clad girls were doing on K'star's ledge late at
night. The situation has already caused K'tyn to threaten punishment for
K'star and his two mischief-making friends, and caused Ro to surmise that
her father will be livid with fury.
	The two girls are about to discover exactly how right Ro's guess 
is....
 
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Your location's current time: 21:49 on day 1, month 6, Turn 22, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a summer evening.

You walk through the large entrance to the Living Cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$)
This huge cavern is sufficently roomy to hold a large portion of the Weyr's 
  population without feeling cramped. There's always a bustle of activity 
  here. Fragrant dishes are constantly in prepartion for mealtimes: currently 
  for the late meal. Drudges are always present, either cleaning under 
  Pierron's watchful eye, or helping fetch and carry. A myriad of glowbaskets 
  and many ever-lit hearths make the cavern warm and inviting despite its 
  size. The scents of cooking meats, baking breads and pastries, and the 
  pungent aroma of spices hang mouthwateringly in the air. It is little wonder 
  that those seeking to relax nearly always find their way here to do it. Dark 
  summer blooms of vivid hue decorate the tables.
A short tunnel jaunts northward out to the bowl and the merry sounds of 
  cooking, chores, and laughter echo from the kitchen at the southeast end of 
  the cavern near the easterly passage to the rest of the lower caverns. 
  Within the lower caverns is an entrance to the infirmary weyr to care for 
  injured dragons and riders.
Contents:
R'val
Pierron
Emlyn
Lanryi
Ursa
Asrai
Thunder
D'thon
Ceria
Jorenan
Rylan
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl  

Asrai doesn't even need to glare at her Wingmates, they learned their lesson 
  through example. Not one of them smickers, catcalls, or even look funny at 
  Lani as she enters.

Jorenan considers. "he didn't make it into an omelette, actually." He, too, 
  glances towards the kitchen. Then his eyes are drawn to Mehlani, and they 
  stay there for a long, long moment. Emlyn's words are lost to him until, 
  with a jerk, he pulls his eyes away and says, "Well, there's nothing wrong 
  with that. Nothing wrong with anything." The last word is emphasized more 
  than is warranted.

D'thon blinks to the rest of the cavern in general, nodding. He glances at the 
  preternaturally-quiet Firestorm, and a slight grin appears.

Rylan shrugs as he hops to moving away

The baker's emphasis causes Emlyn to share a look with Ursa.

Asrai smiles over at Lani, giving her a wave of greeting. she looks back to 
  D'thon and notices his grin. "Something funny?"

Ursa catches Emlyn's look, but she frankly thinks it has something to do with 
  Emlyn's comment about home. "But your mother always shares lovely meals with 
  us..." she says defensively.

A weary-looking bluerider, walks in from the bowl, tossing his riding gear 
  down next to the chair he practically falls into. He beckons a serving girl 
  to get him a mug of klah, flatly ignoring her attempt to flirt with him.

A Mehlani looking rather ragged around the edges creeps into the living 
  cavern, looking around anxiously under the brim of her hat. Half of her fair 
  is in attendance, Holl in the place of honor on her shoulder while her blues 
  and brown Vachon wing after her. When nobody in the immediate vicinity seems 
  liable to say anything untoward to her, she timidly scans the caverns once 
  more. Asrai's wave gets a shy bob of her head in reply, and a weak smile.

Rylan walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Rylan has left.

D'thon shakes his head. "No, not really," he replies. "If you'll excuse me - " 
  And he steps over to seat himself by Ceria.

Emlyn nods in answer to Ursa. "Oh, she does, yes, but you'll notice it's 
  really always the same six or seven dishes. Which I don't mind. I never even 
  mastered those." She gives Jorenan a quick look as she breaks the sourdough 
  roll open.

Asrai nods, watching her fellow Bluerider as he rejoins Ceria. She goes back 
  to sipping her chilled cider. With a small smile she stands, going to get 
  her own food, a bowl of stew actually. Seems she's gotten used to K'nan 
  doing the hunting and gathering for her..but she makes it safely back.

Ursa frowns. "I don't suppose we eat there enough for me to be counting the 
  dishes. When Emlyn glances at Jorenan, Ursa looks at her own food, but it 
  doesn't seem to be the food causing that look, so she continues eating with 
  just a slight scowl.

Ceria smiles at D'thon. "So what have you been up to today?" she asks as she 
  sips her klah.

R'val leans back in his seat, savoring his stew.

Mehlani, evidently not seeing who she's looking for, goes to peek into the 
  kitchens.

You walk off towards the kitchen.
Kitchen
Contents:
Ro
The Baker's Guide to Pernese Cuisine
Obvious exits:
Storeroom Passageway  Living Cavern  

Ro rolls out the bread dough roughly. One would almost think that she was 
  trying to kill the stuff. She spreads some herb mixture down the center of 
  the bread and works the rest of the bread around it until the herbs are in 
  the middle and the loaf has an appealling braided looking top.

From the living cavern, Emlyn notes her weyrmate's slight scowl. She nudges 
  Ursa's knee with hers. When she has Ursa's attention, she inclines her head 
  minutely first toward Jorenan, then toward Mehlani.

From the living cavern, When Mehlani leaves for the kitchens, Jorenan's 
  attention seems to come back into focus. He shakes his head and says, "Bunch 
  of things have changed since I left, haven't they? Excuse me. I've got to 
  get the bubbly filling out of my hair." And with that, he heads for the 
  lower caverns.

From the living cavern, D'thon shakes head again. "Sweeps. Idle sorta day, 
  'cept for the fact that Wroxath nearly went to sleep on me when we were in 
  the air." A quick grin.

From the living cavern, Jorenan walks towards the inner cavern.

Mehlani creeps up near Ro, apparently finding the girl's company a refuge. She 
  leans over and murmurs something to her friend, an anxious and low, "I'm 
  sorry, I-I guess it was the aunties' turn to get me, now..."

From the living cavern, Ceria blinks. "Is he alright?" she wonders. "Why is he 
  so tired?"

From the living cavern, Asrai's eyes also seem to be on the goings on between 
  Jorenan and Lani. When Jorenan departs she shakes her head and sighs, "Men." 
  She mumbles, getting a few protests from the wingmates at her table.

Ro practically tosses the loaf into the oven, and very nearly jumps at the 
  surprise of Mehlani's presence behind her.

Mehlani blurts, "I-I'm sorry..."

From the living cavern, Ursa raises her eyebrows at Emlyn's lil noddings. She 
  looks out to the kitchen, then at the baker apprentice with surprise. She 
  watches him go, just a hint of a smile curving the corner of her lips. 
  "Really?" she asks her weyrmate in a quietly amused voice.

Ro blinks a few times, murmuring in a low voice "The aunties?"

From the living cavern, Emlyn murmurs, "Well, I *think* so, anyway. Hard to 
  know for sure."

From the living cavern, D'thon shrugs. "Probably echoing. These things happen."

From the living cavern, Ceria glances towards the inner caverns. "What do you 
  think about fostering Adaria," she asks suddenly. "Even with a nanny, it's 
  hard for me to care for her and keep up with my work."

"They caught me for a-an errand," Mehlani explains, her voice equally low. 
  She's apparently missed Jorenan's disgruntled attention in her direction, 
  though she looks mournful enough to have seen it after all.

From the living cavern, Ursa shakes her head. "Won't go anywhere," she mutters 
  to Emlyn. "Unless he can get her to speak to him." And her voice indicates 
  all the confidence she has in that happening.

From the living cavern, Asrai arches an eyebrow at a few of the rider, daring 
  them to counterdict her. After a moment though she giggles, tossing ehr head 
  and sipping her cider. Although she ignores their protests her eyes sparkle 
  impishly. They too start to chuckle after a moment.

Ro nods "Doesn't sound so bad. Good t'be busy." she say as she goes to beating 
  her mixture for the creamcheese bread spread. Beating? More like thrashing.

From the living cavern, Emlyn's spoon clatters quietly in her bowl as she 
  finishes her stew. "Why not?" she asks Ursa in an undertone. "Jorenan's a 
  fine young man with the dragon stamp on him twice."

Mehlani stammers softly, "D-do you need some help?"

From the living cavern, D'thon pauses and looks at her. "I, uh, I'm really not 
  sure. I guess it'd be best, but..."

Ro shakes her head "Just makin' some herb bread for 'Rina.

Mehlani bobs her head gravely, whispering, "Did you... find your father yet?"

From the living cavern, Ceria blinks at D'thon and colors slightly. "But 
  what?" she asks.

From the living cavern, Ursa shrugs again. She looks at the kitchen, and 
  drawls in quiet but sceptical tones, "Seems she /does/ know how to talk, so 
  maybe she'd talk to him."

From the living cavern, Asrai starts in on her stew, now that its cooled 
  sufficiently. Too bad she's used to sharing, half the bowl goes uneaten.

From the living cavern, R'val finishes his stew, gets up, and goes for some 
  klah, "Anyone else want any while I'm up?"

From the living cavern, Asrai shakes her head at R'val, "No thanks."

From the living cavern, Lanryi walks towards the inner cavern.

From the living cavern, T'gota glances over at Asrai, and then toward the 
  kitchen before making a whispered, offhand comment to a few of his drinking 
  buddies at his table, too low to be heard by anyone else. His friends break 
  out in raucous laughter.

From the living cavern, Emlyn shakes her head in thanks to R'val before saying 
  to Ursa. "I know you were worried about that with me. How to get that shy 
  girl to talk to me." She grins.

From the living cavern, Ursa snorts. "Emlyn--shy," is all she says, richly 
  pleased by that concept.

From the living cavern, Asrai hears the raucous laughter at the nearby table 
  and glances over in that direction.

From the living cavern, D'thon shrugs. "I'm not sure. Yes, I suppose it'd be 
  better that way."

From the living cavern, Emlyn is as richly pleased by Ursa's expression as the 
  brownrider is by the ludicruous comment. She too looks in the direction of 
  the raucous laughter.

From the living cavern, T'gota catches the bluerider looking his way and hides 
  a snicker behind his hand.

From the living cavern, Ursa would have ignored the raucous laughter, but 
  Emlyn's interest catches her eye as well. "Hmph," she snorts for little or 
  no reason whatsoever.

From the living cavern, Asrai arches a brow. But she smiles, almost too 
  sweetly. "Something amusing Brownrider?" She directs to T'gota.

From the living cavern, Ceria looks a bit disgruntled. "Would you prefer that 
  I didn't?" she asks. "I suppose I could ask Ofira to lighten my duties..."

From the living cavern, Emlyn turns her attention away from the laughter and 
  tells Ursa, "Well, Pleiath is reminding me that I didn't oil her as I 
  promised."

From the living cavern, D'thon shakes his head. "It's alright with me. I don't 
  want you to be taken away from whatever duties you have..." He moves closer 
  to Ceria. "Besides, I haven't quite been spending enough time with her 
  either."

From the living cavern, Ursa clucks her tongue. "Those that say dragons have a 
  bad memory have never had a dragon waiting for an oiling." Her food seems to 
  be finished, so she must have eaten it while chatting, and she rises to 
  leave.

From the living cavern, Ceria smiles slightly as D'thon moves closer. 
  "Besides, I can foster her here," she says. "We'll still be able to see her 
  every day."

Ro says to Mehlani "Would you mind keepin' an eye on the bread so it doesn't 
  burn? I'm goin' to get some klah."

From the living cavern, Emlyn rises, too. She smiles a good night to her 
  friends and heads outdoors.

From the living cavern, Asrai's attention in on T'gota, so she misses Ursa and 
  Emlyn leaving or its certain she would have said farewell. "Well, 
  Brownrider? what seems to have you and your buddies so amused?" Her look 
  says plainly that she prolly already knows.

Mehlani bobs her head gravely to Ro.

From the living cavern, Ursa walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

From the living cavern, D'thon nods. "It's not a problem with me, love." He 
  pats Ceria gently on the shoulder.

From the living cavern, Emlyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the 
  bowl.

From the living cavern, Ceria smiles and leans on D'thon a bit as she picks up 
  her klah mug and takes another sip.

Ro walks into the Living Cavern.
Ro has left.
From the living cavern, Ro walks in from the kitchen.
From the living cavern, Ro heads out of the kitchen and for the klah pot, 
  filling her mug. The noise level in the cavern diminishes significantly.

From the living cavern, Asrai notices Ro enter, and the diminishing noise. A 
  frown lights on her lips.

From the living cavern, T'gota gives Asrai a looking over "Just sharing some 
  jokes with my friends, cutey. Why, you want to come sit in my lap and give 
  me something better to do?" At this his friends burst out laughing again.

'Lani frowns slightly, noticing a difference in the level of noise drifting in 
  from the main cavern. The girl ventures to the entryway, peeking out into 
  the room.

From the living cavern, D'thon blinks over at T'gota, then around. He seems 
  obscurely disturbed.

From the living cavern, Ceria follows D'thon's gaze and furrows her brow 
  slightly.

From the living cavern, Asrai blinks, one of the Bronze riders at her table 
  half standing..Asrai shoots out a hand to forstal anything hasty from 
  happening. "Easy now." She levels a gaze at the Brownrider, her voice calm. 
  "Brownrider, my name is not cutey, and I would rather eat firestone then sit 
  on /your/ lap. You may however remember my rank as Wingleader and act more 
  apropriately. Is that understood?" Woa, Asrai pulling rank..

From the living cavern, Ceria's eyes widen a bit as she hears Asrai, but she 
  quickly turns back to her klah.

From the living cavern, Ro peers around the cavern, her eyes coming to rest on 
  the weary bluerider who came in earlier. She starts toward him, weaving 
  around tables and people, with little regard for who she passes on the way.

From the living cavern, T'gota grins at Asrai and gives her a sloppy salute 
  "Yes ma'am." Only the howls and jeers of his companions seem to cause him to 
  be the least bit abashed.

From the living cavern, D'thon smiles quietly, rubbing at his upper lip. 
  "H'm," is his only comment.

Seeing Ro approaching someone, Mehlani frowns again, anxiously. Impulse seizes 
  her, and she waves down one of the kitchen girls, who pauses and eyes 'Lani 
  measuringly. There's a murmured exchange, and grudgingly, the girl agrees to 
  keep an eye on Ro's bread. 'Lani's lizards hover nearby, Holl and Devlin's 
  Vachon in particular giving the kitchen girl the 'lizard version of a Look; 
  'Lani murmurs her thanks and hurries out in Ro's wake.

You walk into the Living Cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$)
Contents:
Ro
R'val
Pierron
Asrai
Thunder
D'thon
Ceria
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl  

Asrai's eyes narrow and she once more has to restrain a rider from her
  table..this time the Brownrider she clouted earlier. He grumbles sourly,
  "Yeah, well if K'nan were here that one would find a knife blosseming
  from his chest." She turns quickly, "Enough." she looks back to T'gota,
  "Keep it up Brownrider and I'll see that you get placed on the upcoming
  candidates duty roster." She includes his friends, letting them know
  that T'gota might not spend time in the latrines alone.

Keeping her gaze shyly averted from T'gota's rowdy table, Mehlani hastens to 
  catch up with Ro, whispering as soon as she's within earshot of the other 
  girl, "Is that... your father?"

R'val walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
R'val has left.

Ro weaves past table after table. When she turns to listen to Mehlani says she 
  has the misfortune to pass to closely to T'gota's in her inattention. The 
  brownrider uses the opportunity to trip up the girl, and his quick arm 
  ensures that she falls in his lap. He calls back to Asrai, grinning "No need 
  to worry ma'am. Seems someone else has beat you to it." He then says to Ro 
  "Hey, lass, no need to be sharing that boy K'star with anyone else when you 
  can have me all to yerself!" Ro looks appropriately stunned and mortified, 
  once she regains her bearings.

Its Asrai's turn to come to her feet, stunned at the impudence of T'gota.

T'gota doesn't even see it coming as the weary bluerider, having taken notice 
  of the turn of events, launches himself out of his seat and lands a blow on 
  the brownrider's ear that sets his eyes rolling.

Mehlani whirls, aghast. "Ro...?" This comes out of her a touch shakily. And 
  Mehlani stumbles backwards as the bluerider is abruptly _there_.

Asrai rushes forward to catch Ro before she can land on the floor as well.

D'thon stands, stepping over to T'gota and his mates. "Feel like contesting 
  that...?" He squares ranks with the bluerider.

Ceria gasps at the turn of events. She turns to watch D'thon, her eyes tinged 
  with nervousness.

K'nan walks in from the bowl.
K'nan has arrived.

Asrai looks to D'thon, holding out a hand. "Bluerider, back to your 
  seat../now/. There will be no more fighting." Course, T'gota is laid out on 
  the floor, so its not to bad of a bet.

Ro starts to fall toward the floor even as the brownrider lands like a felled 
  tree. Fortunately the rescuing bluerider has grabbed the the girl and swung 
  her around to him, his arm around her protectively before Asrai can even 
  make her way over, and his steely grey eyes daring anyone to consider coming 
  any closer.

Asrai tends to the others, seeing that Ro's father has her well in hand.

Jacket slung over his shoulder, K'nan steps into the living cavern with a 
  light smile and wave, as usual, "Good...eve?"

D'thon apparently is gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he returns to his 
  seat. However, he doesn't miss the opportunity to tread on the prone 
  T'gota's outstretched hand, grinding it into the floor of the lc as far as 
  he dares. "Oops," he remarks conversationally. "How careless of me." And 
  with that, he returns to his seat.

Ro stares down at T'gota, eyes nearly popping out of her head.

Asrai is standing over in the middle of the comotion. Brownrider T'gota laid 
  out on the floor, Ro in her father's arms, and D'thon looking like he wants 
  to take on all of T'gota's friends. She must be distracted, she misses 
  K'nan's entrance...but a few of the men in Firestorm quickly wave him over 
  and fill him in..including the part about the now unconscious T'gota 
  inviting Asrai to come sit on his lap and give him something to think about.

Mehlani is standing there pale and stunned and trembling, eying T'gota on the 
  floor. And all at once, she surges forward. She doesn't kick the man, 
  although another girl might have. She does jab a shaking slender finger down 
  at his face, though, looking to see if he is, in fact, out cold.

Ceria stands up as D'thon makes his way back over to his seat. She takes his 
  hand anxiously.

K'nan moves over to listen to his wingriders..then arches a brow and turns 
  slowly, heading across the floor and over towards Asrai and the others, 
  raising his voice, "/Excuse/ me...could someone tell me what by th'first 
  egg's goin' on here?"

D'thon's eyes are narrow, almost to slits. He picks up his mug of klah, 
  downing half the contents in one gulp. Still, apparently, gnawing on the 
  inside of his cheek.

Ceria looks disturbed. "Maybe we should go somewhere else," she suggests 
  tentatively.

Asrai looks to his buddies, "Get him outta hear, now." She motions down at 
  T'gota's prone form. "I don't want to see him for a while..and if he starts 
  any more rumors, or gives Ro any more trouble he'll be spending time in the 
  latrines with the new Candidates." She turns as she hears K'nan's words, and 
  glares over at the Firestorm table. "Nothing K'nan, just doing a little 
  Spring Cleaning."

When T'gota shows no sign of doing much more than lying there, 'Lani's hand 
  comes up, to point that finger at his cronies instead. Just behind the girl, 
  her pale green Arki arrives out of *between*, eyes whirling red, hissing in 
  wrath. "Don't you..." she begins, and then her voices gains volume and 
  strength, "don't you talk that way about my friend Ro!"

D'thon shakes his head. "We'll stay. I'd dearly love to see how he handles 
  that hand of his when he wakes." An almost-cruel grin appears on his face.

K'nan crosses his arms, "I see." A rather cold gaze drifts over to T'gota and 
  his friends, the wingsecond's eyebrow arching slightly. He doesn't say 
  anything for now, however. It seem Asrai has things well in hand.

Funny, the men standing around the Firestorm table don't look at all 
  repentant. As a matter of fact they are smiling smugly and taking wagers on 
  wether or not K'nan will kill T'gota...or at least maim him seriously.

Ceria blinks at D'thon, visibly upset. "You can stay if you want to," she 
  says. "I'm leaving."

D'thon pauses. "I'll go with you," he offers to Ceria, voice slightly softer 
  now.

Arki lands right on Mehlani's hat, as the agitated girl cries, "And for that 
  matter -- don't you talk about _K'star_ that way, either!" The green fire 
  lizard opens her beak in another hiss, flapping her wings at the riders, 
  looking about two seconds away from leaping into somebody's face.

R'gan shows no signs of moving or of saying a word. He simply listens, eyes 
  narrowed, to all that transpires. His gaze sweeps from face to face.

Ceria nods. She glances briefly towards Mehlani and then heads outside.
Ceria walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Ceria has left.

D'thon walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
D'thon has left.

Asrai nods, in agreement with Lani. "YEs, I think you'd best all take your 
  leave..I'll be sure your Wingleader finds occupations to keep you busy. you 
  won't have any time to come up with the vicious rumors I'e been hearing and 
  will perhaps find a little more respect for your leaders. Now, get T'gota 
  and yourselves out of here on the double."

K'nan drums his fingertips lightly on the pommel of his knife as he stands 
  there..merely watching for now.

From the look of Arki, you'd think the young green was proddy; the only sign 
  that she isn't is, in fact, her still undergrown size and the fact that her 
  pale hide isn't actually glowing. But the little flit is certainly angry 
  enough, and as if drawn by Arki's anger, several more of Mehlani's fair 
  begin to arrive on the scene, popping out of *between* and converging with 
  darkly whirling eyes on the behatted girl. Mehlani hadn't kicked T'gota -- 
  and perhaps her vehement trembling and the effort in her face is the only 
  reason Arki hasn't actually sprung off her hat to slash into the features of 
  one or more of T'gota's friends.

Under all the glares, T'gota's croonies pick up the still unconscious 
  Brownrider and carry him from the cavern. A few of them actually mutter 
  apologies to Ro and Lani as they pass..staying as clear as possible from 
  R'gan and K'nan in the process. They are soon gone from sight.

Asrai turns to R'gan, "I'll speak with your Wingleader..the blow was certainly 
  justified, and most likely less then he diserved."

Holl, Enri, Munki, and the rest of 'Lani's fair -- all eight of them in view 
  now, including tagalong Vachon as well -- have claimed perches nearby. None 
  save Arki has dared to perch on 'Lani herself and perhaps that's due to 
  Arki, who clings to 'Lani's hat tenaciously and hisses at everything in the 
  room until T'gota's cronies clear out with him. As soon as they're gone, 
  Mehlani whirls back to Ro, eyes brimming wetly. "I'm so sorry," she breathes.

Asrai glances sideways at K'nan, noting the drumming on the knife hilt. She 
  gives a small sigh, deftly slipping her hand into his.

K'nan watches T'gota get carried out of the cavern..and nods slightly to 
  himself. At the touch of his weyrmate's hand, he glances down to her with a 
  quiet smile, "Hi."

Asrai returns the smile, not moving back to the table just in case Ro needs 
  more support..this time with her father. "Hello, it really wasn't that 
  bad..I had things in control." She glares once more at the Firestorm 
  table..all of the occupants returning the glare with a bright smile, 
  overprotective busybodies.

Ro, whose white-knuckled hands are clinging to R'gan's arm, seems as though 
  she might actually stop hyperventilating. R'gan turns his gaze to regard 
  Asrai with a polite, if stern, nod. "I intend to talk to K'tyn myself."

K'nan inclines his head slightly, "Of course you did, dear..I never said that 
  you didn't." He just still wants the chance to explore T'gota's guts with 
  the blade of a knife. He's a fellow rider, of course, so he won't...but we 
  can all dream.

"Please, sir... please," Mehlani blurts out, taking a step towards R'gan, 
  although Arki doesn't seem to appreciate being brought nearer to the man. 
  "Nothing bad happened, please don't be mad at Ro...!"

Asrai turns her attention back to R'gan. "Yes, of course. You may give him my 
  name if there is any sort of investigation. Those are a roudy lot, prone to 
  talking out their arses. Please, don't believe any rumors they might have 
  started, they are totally unfounded." She looks to Lani, shaking her head 
  slightly at the outburst.

R'val has arrived.
R'val enters from the Bowl.
R'val wanders into the cavern, removing his flight goggles, helmet, gloves, 
  tossin' 'em on his usual table, "Gah. Too hot out...g'day all.'

As R'gan looks at Mehlani, his expression becomes much less forboding. He asks 
  her levelly "Is there something I should know about?" Careful not to miss 
  any reply the girl might give, he responds to Asrai "I'll keep that in mind. 
  Thank you wingleader." His fist finally unclenches and the arm it is 
  attached to joins the other around Ro.

Asrai nods to R'gan. "YEs sir." She then turns to Ro, "Ro, Lani..I'll be right 
  over here if you need me." She then slips an arm into K'nan's and leads him 
  back to the Firestorm table. As she arrives she waggles a finger at the 
  other Wingmates. "Loudmouths."

Arki hunkers down low on 'Lani's hat, while the girl, her hands clasped before 
  her breast, looks up tearily to Ro's Da. "S-she just helped me... get a 
  friend back to his weyr, sir," she whispers plaintively. "A-after the 
  flight... and... we both came right back!"

The rest of 'Lani's fair, led by a yellow-eyed Holl, perches itself on the 
  furniture closest to Mehlani, circling the girl in a ring of anxious winged 
  creatures.

K'nan follows along over towards the Firestorm table, shaking his head 
  slightly, "So..what exactly did he say to you?" The wingriders more or less 
  just grin back at Asrai..though they give her and the greenrider plenty of 
  room to talk.

Asrai gives a little sigh, she was hoping to have spared K'nan this. She turns 
  back to the Greenrider, "Just as long as you promise not to fly off the 
  handle and go after that fool." She crosses her arms, willing to be stubborn.

R'gan considers carefully "Do you have any idea of why it seems T'gota had a 
  different impression of what happened?"

Ro starts to speak, a single gesture from her father stills her tongue.

Clearly afraid that R'gan is _not_ going to like her answer, Mehlani answers 
  in a very tiny voice, "B-because K-Kes was... drunk, sir... and... Ro and 
  I... just h-had robes on... because... we'd just come out of the baths."

Still clinging to 'Lani's hat, Arki hisses lowly at R'gan; nearby, various 
  fire lizards warble their agitation, though Holl chirps once, scoldingly, at 
  the green on her fedora perch. Arki settles down, but only a little.

R'gan repeats what he thinks he's been told, and the edge in his voice is not
  a pleasant one to hear "The two of you were in the baths with a drunken
  rider?"

K'nan looks down at her and smiles.."Of course I promise, love." He never 
  flies off the handle. He's always calculating about such things.

Asrai hrrms, but goes on. "He was making jokes with his croonies about certain 
  rumors flying around. I asked him what was so funny..he said that he was 
  just having some jokes with his friends but if I wanted to I could come sit 
  on his lap, I could give him something else to think about. Called me cutey 
  or somesuch nonsence."

Mehlani shakes her head quickly, her eyes full of anxious worry. "N-no sir," 
  she blurts, her hands wringing anxiously at one another, over and over. Why 
  in the world, she distantly wonders, is she having a harder time telling 
  this to Ro's father than she had to K'tyn? "Kes was... in my cot... w-we 
  think... somebody left him there... a-and... Ro... helped me get him back to 
  where h-he belonged."

A couple of the Firestorm Wingmates bridle a bit, obviously listening in 
  despite the distence they give the Green and Bluerider.

R'gan's hackles seem to settle some "You and Ro came back from a bath to find 
  ... Kes ... in your cot, drunk?"

Hastily, Mehlani bobs her behatted, be-Arkied head in confirmation, 
  whispering, "Yes, sir..."

R'gan asks "How did he get into your cot?" For a man who only stand 6' tall, 
  he can be surprisingly intimidating. Especially when it comes to matters 
  involving his daughter.

Six feet tall is still eight inches taller than Mehlani, and that's more than 
  enough intimidation factor to make her shrink down a little, adding another 
  inch or so to the gap. "We... we don't... know, we think maybe... his 
  friends did it... he-he had a sign on his hat, it said 'Happy Turnday 
  Mehlani' on it..." She's blushing scarlet, now.

R'gan snorts "What in Faranth's name are they doing pulling somthing like 
  that! You don't look a day older than my Rosarrah, and that is much to young 
  for a prank like that! If I get my hands...." he trails off. Fortunately he 
  has the presence of mind to not swear too badly.
As if for emphasis, R'gan's fists clench again, if only for a moment.

'Lani reels back a little, taken aback by this burst of protective paternal 
  growling from a rider she doesn't even know. "I've sixteen Turns, sir," she 
  squeaks.

Ro starts to say "But Da..." only to be silenced by R'gan's reply of "I'll 
  talk to you later, lass." He then gives Mehlani a quick look over "Aye, I 
  suppose you could be. But I still don't see why T'gota's ilk would think 
  anything of it. Is there more that I should know about?"

K'nan sketches a quick frown, and merely answers, "I see. Is that all?"

Asrai arches a brow, "Yes, that's all...why would I leave anything out?" she 
  regards him for a moment, "K'nan..I don't want to hear anything about T'gota 
  missing fingers, or suddenly sprouting holes in his body. Alright?"

Several of Mehlani's fair warble again, and blue Enri seems about ready to 
  leap up and claim one of the girl's shoulders. Holl flits over and baps him 
  lightly, and the eight 'lizards perched near her continue to give Mehlani 
  and Arki a wide berth. And there's nothing less than general panic in 
  'Lani's expression as she answers tinily, "I-I guess that h-his friends did 
  it because Kes" -- and her voice gets even tinier -- "... likes me, and... I 
  guess.. V'dan just... thought it was strange that Ro and I just had robes on 
  when we were on Kes's ledge... and... T'gota and his friends just don't 
  understand that Kes isn't like that!" As she says _this_, 'Lani gains a 
  little confidence, her voice beginning to steady in earnest defense of the 
  absent K'star.

K'nan smiles quite innocently.."Of course not, dear." Now..a few broken bones..

Asrai smiles sweetly, knowing her weyrmate all too well..."/Or/ broken bones."

Well, there's always poison. K'nan looks down, and nods.."Yes dear."

R'gan's eyes widen "In robes? Why weren't you in your clothes, girl?" He 
  glances at Ro "Both of you."

R'val walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
R'val has left.

Mehlani bites her lip. "I put on pants," she offers timidly.

Asrai waggles a finger under his nose, raising a few knowing smirks from their 
  Wingmates. "K'nan, you will behave yourself. That...well, he's going to be 
  in enough trouble as it is." She puts her hands then on her hips, strinking 
  her 'no-nonsence'pose.

Ro protests "Da! I wasn't about t' take my robe off t' put on clothes with a 
  -boy- in the dorm!"

As Ro chimes in, Mehlani bobs her head vigorously in mute support of the other 
  girl. Sulkily, her eyes dimmed down to a lurid orange, Arki slinks off her 
  hat and hides instead under 'Lani's braid.

K'nan lets out a frustrated sigh, "Alright.." He really wanted to hurt him, 
  too.

R'gan starts to go off "It shouldn't make a dif....." but he cuts off his 
  words. Damn, the girl has a point.

The other members of Firestorn present know better then to laugh, but that 
  doesn't stop them from hiding za few smiles at K'nan's expence behind well 
  placed hands. K'nan answers corectly though, earning a smile from Asrai and 
  a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you darling."

Ro glances at Mehlani, her almost hopeful expression hidden from her father.

K'nan leans down and returns the soft kiss on her cheek, "I just don't like 
  people insulting you like that, dearheart.." Smile away..because he just 
  might be getting a few of -them- to go talk with this brownrider.

Mehlani catches Ro's look, and puts in in solemn earnestness, "You see, sir... 
  I just thought... we should get Kes back to his weyr as quickly a-as we 
  could... and... we couldn't find anybody else to help, until we got him out 
  to his dragon! I-it took both of us to move him..."

Asrai doesn't have the same effect on the other Wingriders as she does on 
  K'nan, so she can't do anything about them. But she looks to K'nan and 
  smiles. "I know, and I appreciate the concern. He's a rude, obnoxious 
  ovine...not worth the effort."

R'gan looks at each of the girls in turn "Aye, I suppose it would take the 
  both of you to move someone." he pauses a few moments "But I still don't 
  like it. Rosarrah, you'll stay in my weyr where Darrath and I can keep an 
  eye on you."

"Kes is tall," Mehlani confirms shyly, not daring to say more, with R'gan 
  turning rather more fatherly to his offspring now.

K'nan reaches up and brushes his fingers against Asrai's cheek..and smiles 
  gently, "Okay."

Asrai grins, "Good, I'm glad that's settled. Think we could go up to the weyr? 
  I seem to have not gotten much sleep last night." Now /that/ ellicites more 
  then a few winks, nudges, and evil chuckles from the pair's wingmates.

R'gan says to Mehlani "And I'll be tellin' your parents they should do the 
  same, at least until they found out who put ... Kes is it? Until they find 
  out who got Kes drunk and put him in your cot, and put them on dawn sweeps 
  for the next ten turns.

K'nan ignores the carrying-ons of his wing, and just takes her hand with a 
  smile, "Sure..I didn't either."

Asrai lets K'nan lead her from the cavern to their waiting dragons, giving Ro 
  and Lani an encouraging smile as she passes them. Her wingmates..she 
  ignores...which only sends them into more winks, nudges and evil chuckles. 
  "Goodnight everyone."

"Yes, sir," Mehlani mumbles to R'gan, evidently taking his declaration at full 
  value, for she goes on, "M-my father is at Benden and my mother is at the 
  Harper Hall..."

K'nan chuckles softly to himself, "'Evening all.."
K'nan walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
K'nan has left.

Asrai walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Asrai has left.

R'gan smiles a rather frightening smile "Of course, if I'm lucky, they look 
  the other way while I, um, meet these friends of Kes'." He considers the 
  girl's words "Harper hall might not be such a bad place for you lass. Away 
  from illmannered riders who don't know when a prank's gone to far, at least."
R'gan continues "Yes, that might not be a bad idea. Send the both of you off 
  to Harper Hall. I'm sure K'tyn will see things my way."

Ro says in a distressed voice "But Da, all my friends are here! I don't know 
  anyone at Harper Hall!"

Not quite sure if she can tell this brusque stranger who is Ro's father 
  exactly _why_ she needs to stay at Telgar Weyr -- Mehlani's known it herself 
  for some time, but she's not entirely sure she can put it into words for her 
  friends, much less strangers -- 'Lani only pleads, "Just... if you please, 
  oh, please, sir, we talked to K'tyn--"

Lyrenna walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Lyrenna has arrived.
Lyrenna yawns lightly as she walks
Lyrenna walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Lyrenna has left.

R'gan asks calmly "And what did K'tyn say he was going to do?"

"T-talk to Kes... and his friends," Mehlani manages to reply, taking a step 
  forward, her expression full of pleading. "Oh, sir... please don't be angry 
  at them, I'm sure they didn't mean any harm, and Kes was very sweet even if 
  he was drunk... please, sir?"

R'gan says "That is not the point lass. It's the principle of the matter. We 
  can't be allowing drunken riders in the girl's dorm for any reason, and this 
  is simply not a safe place for you to be until we get this straighted out. 
  I'm thinking that K'tyn has the right idea. I'll be having a talk with Kes 
  and his friends as well. Yes, that is something that needs to be done."

N'kshar walks in from the bowl.
N'kshar has arrived.

Ro and Mehlani are standing in front of a stern looking bluerider in his late 
  30's.

Mehlani is clearly not taking this well. Tears have begun to streak down her 
  cheeks again, and Arki hisses balefully at Ro's father, not pleased that the 
  man seems to be upsetting her human. There are rustlings from several other 
  of 'Lani's fair as the girl swallows hard. But although she's trembling, she 
  manages -- more or less -- to keep her gaze up. And she says huskily, "I... 
  have no say... in what you and Ro decide for her, sir... but... I-I am 
  sixteen now, and... Father and Mother trust me to be here and be safe... 
  and... n-nobody has ever harmed me here! _Especially_ K'star... and... I 
  won't leave... u-unless K'tyn and Jehrina ask me to!"

N'kshar walks in, beginning to head toward the pots of klah for his nightly 
  klah, but stops as he sees Ro, Mehlani, and the bluerider. And Mehlani's 
  crying? His interest is definately snagged, and he edges a bit closer to 
  hear what is being said, a rather concerned look worn on his face.

R'gan, seeming unmoved, simply nods "We'll just see what your parents have to 
  say when they hear of this escapade. And what K'tyn thinks of my 
  suggestion." From his demeanor he seems to consider the issue close for now 
  as he takes ahold of his daughter and turns toward the tunnel to the bowl.

Halam walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Halam has arrived.

Pierron tells a lower cavern's girl to hurry up with the dishes.

Halam walks in and waves as he heads first to the hearth and then to his usual 
  seat in the corner. "Hi everyone."

Oh dear. _That_ didn't seem to help at all, did it? Mehlani flashes Ro an 
  anxious look, full of worry, but seems to think it's not her place to 
  prevent the blue rider from escorting his daughter out of the cavern, for 
  she makes no move to do so. She simply stands there and tearily watches her 
  friend go, while Arki interjects another hiss, from under her braid.

Ro glances back at Mehlani over her shoulder as she is pulled from the cavern, 
  though she doesn't offer much in the way of resistance. Her expression is an 
  apology in itself.
Ro walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Ro has left.

N'kshar apparently doesn't hear Halam's greeting, as his attention's fixed on 
  the bluerider hauling off Ro. "What's happening?" He asks Mehlani, stepping 
  toward the girl.

Halam looks around senseing the tension. "What was that all about?"

Once R'gan and Ro have departed, 'Lani presses her eyes closed, still standing 
  there trembling. Arki snaps her head out into view around the girl and 
  hisses at N'kshar and Halam, evidently to warn them from drawing too near to 
  the girl. And as if by reflex, 'Lani reaches up and plucks the green off her 
  shoulders, carrying her over to the nearest table and promptly dropping her 
  hat on top of her. Thusly bareheaded, Mehlani stands there and continues to 
  sob, while the rest of her fair hops up onto the table and gathers in a 
  loose cluster about her, creeling in various voices of worry. "It's... just 
  been... a-a-a very long day," Mehlani mumbles, more or less to N'kshar.

"'Lani," Nikh says, stepping forward, a look of concern on his face. "what is 
  wrong?" He asks, as softly as possible.

N'kshar
A pair of large brown eyes catch and hold your gaze for a half-moment, 
  countless flecks of green standing out against brown irises. Black brows 
  arch over these eyes, the same ebony as N'kshar's hair, which hangs down to 
  his shoulders, often tied back as to not allow it to impede his movements in 
  any way. A firm jaw and neat, nondescript nose complete a pleasant face.
        His clothes are designed for functionality more than their asthetic 
  value, consisting of a simple white shirt and brownish pants.
        At 6'2" tall, it's difficult to overlook N'kshar. A muscular, though 
  not overly built, physique tells of long hours spent at some exercise or 
  another, adding bulk to his 23 Turns, 10 months, and 24 days frame. On his 
  shoulder, N'kshar wears the black and white knot of a Telgar rider, a 
  seagreen cord twined through to indicate the color of his lifemate. With 
  equal pride, he wears the patch of the Thunderbolt Wing.
Carrying:
Kaeral
Headband(#9902IV)
Riding Jacket

Mehlani bows her head, her eyes pressed closed, tears coursing down her 
  cheeks. "Somebody left... K'star in my cot," she explains in a small voice. 
  "And he was... drunk, and confused... and... Ro a-and I got him back to his 
  weyr... and now people are starting to say mean things about Ro, and her 
  father is mad, and K'tyn is mad, and... and..." She trails off, weeping.

Halam watches and listens but stays silent.

N'kshar bites his lip as he listens, his brow furrowing slightly as things 
  begin to make a bit more sense. "Mehlani, here," He says, putting a hand on 
  her shoulder. "Sit down." He urges, a quite concerned look on his face.

A little slip of a 'Lani can easily be gotten to sit down by a 6'2" rider, and 
  the girl crumples into a chair by the table her flits are on. She crosses 
  her arms on the tabletop, buries her face between them, and sobs.

N'kshar looks about a bit uneasily. This isn't exactly his forte. "It's fine, 
  'Lani..." The greenrider says after a while, what he hopes to be a 
  comforting hand resting on her shoulder.

Thunder goes home.
Thunder crawls onto his bed.
Thunder has left.

Halam sips his klah and watches Nik.

N'kshar's awkward attempt at comfort manages the result of 'Lani lifting her 
  head for a moment, before it falls again, her tears continuing.
N'kshar removes his hand a bit akwardly, glancing over his shoulder. "Pierron, 
  go and get me some klah, would you?" He asks, turning back to look at 
  Mehlani. "I... Uh..." He takes the mug given to him by Pierron, setting it 
  down in front of Mehlani. "Here, uh... Drink this, you'll feel better."

Mehlani sits up a little, peering at the klah. Holl and Enri and Vachon, the 
  'lizards at the front of her clustered fair, all croon helpfully; with 
  shaking hands, she takes up the mug and starts gulping at it. "Th-thank 
  you," she can be heard to mumble, not looking up at Nikh.

N'kshar watches 'Lani drink the klah, not saying anything in response, but 
  just nodding. Truly a pointless gesture, seeing as how she's not even 
  looking at him. He absently continues to chew on his lip.

Halam leans back in his chair. As he's not quite sure whats going on despite 
  'Lani's explanation he descides minding his own business is the best bet.

Almost without pausing, Mehlani drains the klah, and timorously hands the mug 
  back to N'kshar. Her fair warbles at her, in high and low voices, and she 
  wavers to her feet, reaching instinctively for Holl. "Th-thank you," she 
  mumbles again, distractedly.

N'kshar gives a slight nod in return, setting the mug to one side of him. "Um, 
  Mehlani..." He says a bit akwardly. "If you want to, um... Talk about 
  whatever's wrong... Well, I'm here." Nikh, master councellor he isn't.

Only then, as she scoops up Holl into her arms and the bronze nuzzles 
  anxiously at her cheek, does Mehlani turn her liquid gaze to the green 
  rider. Mingled all together in her blue regard is heartbrokenness and an 
  apparent acknowledgement of his intent. But as she says, over the soft 
  pipings of her fair and Arki's muted hissed protests under her hat, is, 
  "No... thank you... I-I think I should go to bed now..." And she gently 
  places Holl on her left forearm, reaching over mournfully to lift the hat 
  off Arki and let the green register her presence. The hat returns to its 
  place on the girl's head, and 'Lani scoops up Arki and places her on her 
  shoulder, before turning back to N'kshar. Once more, she murmurs, "Thank 
  you," before turning to wander dejectedly off into the inner caverns.

[End log.]