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Log Date:
	4/30/98

Log Cast:
	(People) Melina, Mehlani, Berylle, Ceria, R'val, Jayna, Fahloran,
Siara, Ro, Kelon, Saskia, J'lyn, Sylvara, Kassima, Ylysse (NPC), Sandar,
Maylia, Aladis, Richenda, Meli

	(Dragons) Rhonneth, Lorieth, Lysseth, Alymbrith (NPC), Tierth,
Asabeth, Juliath, Vidarth

	(Fire lizards) Starshine, Denne, Arthur

Log Intro:
	Search for the first clutch lain at Telgar Weyr since the arrival of
the newcomers from Benden has begun in earnest... and among the new Candidates,
Mehlani has been settling in as best she can, relieved to see several of her
friends getting Searched as well, including Ro and Sandar. She has begun to
send word around to her family and friends in other Weyrs, and hasn't even
minded much as her daily chores have taken an abrupt turn for the harder....

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Your location's current time: 14:07 on day 21, month 9, Turn 22, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a autumn afternoon.

Above, Rhonneth leaps from Rhonneth's Ledge and flies into the air.
Rhonneth backwings for a landing.
Rhonneth has arrived.

Melina leans over the big brown's neck and slides to the ground.
Melina has arrived.

Starshine flits out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Starshine has arrived.

Mehlani might be spotted trudging tiredly into view -- and smelled long before 
  she's spotted. Mehlani is, in a word, filthy, and she's never looked more 
  exhausted.

Starshine flitters around her big cousins before spotting Mehlani. She circles 
  twice around the young woman, her eyes peeled for something.
Starshine looks at you for a moment.

Melina slides off of Rhonneth, looking a little on the annoyed side. She sighs 
  and gives the brown a scritch, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's 
  alright, love"

Starshine trils loudly and flies more than a decent distance from the smelly 
  humanpet of some poor misfortunate firelizard. She sees yet another target 
  and flies towards Melina.

Berylle comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Berylle has arrived.
Berylle looks at you for a moment.

Melina watches the little gold and snorts a bit of laughter, "Need something, 
  pretty little lady?"

None of Mehlani's own fair of fire lizards seem to be in evidence, at the 
  moment. The girl in the hat only glances passingly at the unfamiliar gold 
  who's seemed to make a habit of hanging around the Weyr as of late, blearily 
  peers at Rhonneth and Melina in the meantime, and keeps trudging towards the 
  lower caverns. Her nose is crinkled at her own smell.

Berylle runs out into the bowl and sticks her arms out and spins around and 
  looks at everything. "Wow! It's even bigger than it was last night!"

Starshine chitters towards Melina as if she can actually 'understand' 
  firelizard talk as she flies closer to the ground than most of her kind. She 
  does look over at the strange acting humanpet of some other lizard. Not 
  seeing what she wants, the little gold keeps a good distance from the 
  strange and the smelly pets.

Mehlani glances at Berylle passingly as well, manages a wan little smile, and 
  trudges on in to the lower caverns.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$)
Contents:
Siara
Fahloran
Pierron
Lordie
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl  

From the kitchen, Ceria chuckles. "Hey, last time I was a Candidate, I had to 
  peel tubers and I ended up as a Baker," she says.

From the kitchen, R'val grins at Ceria, "You never know..."

From the kitchen, Jayna grins at R'val and Ceria. "But do you like tubers, 
  Ceria?"

Mehlani can be smelled coming long before she's actually spotted, as the girl 
  trudges into the lower caverns. Her nose is crinkled and her delicate 
  features screwed up in mild dismay at her own smell; she is, in a word, 
  Filthy, and she carries herself as if she can't quite stand the feel of her 
  own clothes.

From the kitchen, Ceria shrugs. "Well, I don't have a problem with them," she 
  says. "I never particularly cared for them."

Fahloran spots Mehlani immediately, even without the odorferous hint. "Hiya, 
  Mehlani," he says to her, not moving to hug her just yet.

From the kitchen, Jayna bites her lip thoughtfully and keeps peeling. "Well, 
  I'll just keep a good thought," she says decisively.

Siara coughs before she waves and her wave is more a waving off of the odor. 
  "Hi!" she calls to Mehlani.

Mehlani's behatted head lifts. She pauses in her trek, blinks several times, 
  and then smiles tremulously, finally registering her brother's presence as 
  she turns in his direction. "Fah," she identifies him, and then she smiles 
  weakly to Siara as well.

Siara grins. "I gave him the letter," she reports. Alright, it was days late, 
  and she wasn't too much in command of her senses when she took it, but it 
  got there, and that's what matters.

Fahloran grins. "So, 'Lani, I hear you've been Searched."

"Um... yes... thank you, Siara! I, um..." Mehlani smiles rather scatteredly at 
  both her brother and his weyrmate, and then concludes, "Yes!"

From the kitchen, Jayna peels another tuber. And another. "I'm starting to 
  smell cookies," she notes happily.

Siara grins. "Well, that's great," she says decisively.

From the kitchen, Ceria finishes wiping down the counter and goes to check on 
  the cookies. "Not much longer," she reports with a smile.

Melina walks in from the bowl.
Melina has arrived.

From the kitchen, R'val licks his lips, 'Me too, and they're making me /some/ 
  hungry."

Fahloran asks, "Do father and mother know? And Anra?"

From the kitchen, Jayna idly offers R'val a raw tuber. "If you can't wait...?" 
  she grins.

From the kitchen, R'val makes a face, "Raw tuber? IEW."

Mehlani considers stepping to Fahloran to hug him, then peers down at herself 
  and crinkles her nose again. She settles for looking up and bobbing her head 
  gravely to her brother, murmuring, "I sent them letters...!"

Melina wanders into the cavern, snatching a handfull of meatrolls along the 
  way. She also grabs a mug of klah and sits, waving her mug at a few people 
  she knows.

From the kitchen, Jayna's brow furrows. "You know, I don't think I've ever 
  tried a raw tuber."

Siara waves to the rider, even though she doesn't know her and then grins back 
  at Mehlani, "So, what did you do? I bet it was awful."

From the kitchen, R'val spots Melina in the cavern, and grins, hollering, "Hey 
  Melina!"

Mehlani murmurs sheepishly, "I've been cleaning latrines..."

Fahloran ahs and nods. Of course she did. It was a silly question. "Would you 
  like to, ah, freshen up a bit?" he asks, remembering his own stint as a 
  latrine cleaner when he was a Candidate.

Melina leans back in her chair, hearing her name and yells back, "Hey, 
  stinky!" She grins, knowing she's probably in for it now.

From the kitchen, R'val grrs, "Stinky, eh?"
From the kitchen, R'val walks into the Living Cavern.
R'val walks in from the kitchen.
R'val has arrived.
R'val wanders out of the cavern and towards Melina, grinning, "STinky? You 
  evil brownrider." He reaches her, and tickles.

Mehlani scrapes a toe a little along the floor. "I'd probably better go 
  bathe--" She starts, at Melina and R'val's exchange, blushing pink before 
  she realizes they're NOT talking about her.

Melina laughs and squirms away, screaming, "I'm not evil." Finally getting 
  away she grins to the others in the cavern, "And lecherous blueriders like 
  yourself should behave around candidates"

Siara nods to Mehlani, "I can tell about the latrines. I mean, what did you do 
  to have to clean them." she grins again.

Fahloran eyes Melina and R'val, or, more specifically, Melina and then he nods 
  to Mehlani. "Perhaps Siara and I can go walk about the bowl while you do." 
  He grins at Siara's comment.

R'val wiggles his fingers at melina, "Behave. You're no one to talk about 
  behaving, you are!" He kisses her on the cheek and gets a mug of klah.

Siara shakes her head, "We can go with her."

Melina laughs and plops back down in her chair, "I /always/ behave." She waves 
  to Fahloran, blushing a bit red at his look.

R'val snorts, and sits back down at Melina's side, "Mmhm, you always do...How 
  are ya?"

Fahloran gives the blushing brownrider a wink and then heads out to the bowl.
Fahloran walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Fahloran has left.

From the kitchen, Jayna sighs, looking at the tubers. "You know, I think I'm 
  going to put these into a bowl and take 'em out to the living cavern. I'd 
  rather sit and peel, than stand and peel." She hunts in a cabinet and finds 
  a bowl, dropping the unpeeled tubers into it one at a time.

Siara looks after Fahloran, "I guess I'll go wait with him, then," she tells 
  Mehlani, "Unless you want company while you take your bath."

Melina takes a bite out of one of the meatrolls which hasn't been assaulted by 
  her fleet, "I'm doing alright. Just got back from Bitra" She snorts, "Been 
  doing chores for them all morning"

R'val grimaces, "Chores at Bitra? Hope you got in a good bit of gambling." He 
  grins.

From the kitchen, Ceria smiles at Jayna. "Just don't make a mess," she says. 
  "You'd probably end up cleaning it up." She winks.

Mehlani smiles sheepishly, and murmurs to Siara, "If you'd, um, like to come, 
  certainly..." And she gestures off into the inner caverns.

[And later, after Mehlani has had an opportunity to wash up, left by Siara,
 who was called away by her dragon....]

Your location's current time: 15:13 on day 21, month 9, Turn 22, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a autumn afternoon.

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 evening 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. 
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:
Fahloran
Ceria
Jayna
R'val
Melina
Pierron
Lordie
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl  

Melina nods, "Very very /very/ nice. I think I should bring you up to my weyr 
  and keep you there /just/ for the purpose of working out knots like that"

Mehlani returns after a time, significantly cleaner than she'd been when she 
  left. Someone must have intercepted her on her way out of the baths, though, 
  for she's carrying a stack of mending in a basket. She peers consideringly 
  around the cavern as she comes in, and smiles tentatively at the sight of 
  her older brother.

Fahloran heads towards his sister. "Nice Weyr you have here," he says. "Siara 
  was called back to Igen, so I'm on an extended stay for the moment."

R'val wiggles his eyebrows at Melina, "I'm all yours."

Denne bursts out of *between* with a rush of cold air.
Denne has arrived.
Denne swoops down towards Mehlani.

Denne
A simply beautiful blue firelizard.His dark blue shines and you can tell he is 
  well fed by his very large tummy.He is almost never far from Manira,his pet.
Denne is 0 Turns, 2 months, and 12 days old and is 24 centimeters in length 
  with a wingspan of 40 cm.
Denne leaps into the air and dissappears *between*
Denne has left.

Ceria finishes her klah and stands up.

Mehlani turns to Fahloran and smiles, bringing her mending over, but settling 
  it on one arm as she moves without fear this time to hug him. "Hello, big 
  brother," she murmurs.

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

Melina chuckles, "Really.."

Fahloran hugs his sister. "So, how have things been, besides this rather 
  exciting turn of events? Still unintentionally wowing the boys?" he asks, 
  not above a little goodnatured teasing of his quiet sister.

Melina catches the end of Fahloran's comment and looks over at 'Lani, "Wowing 
  what boys? Is Rhonneth going to have to keep a closer watch on them?"

Mehlani pinkens rather noticeably as she pulls out of the hug, but she also 
  smiles a little. Settling down on the nearest chair to attend to the mending 
  -- someone, doubtless, has commandeered her Candidate hands to get this job 
  done -- she peers sheepishly at her brother, and then at Melina, and finally 
  tells them both shyly, "Not so many boys anymore, I think..."

R'val nudges MElina and grins, "Want some klah? I'm getting some."

Melina nods, "Sure" and peers over where the cookies used to be, "Any cookies 
  left?"

Fahloran sits across from Mehlani and chuckles softly. "Well, that's not what 
  I heard from Dev," he says, referring to their mutual childhood friend.

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

R'val snatches two cookies from the jar, handing one to Melina, "Yup!"

Jayna raises an eyebrow, as she fishes for another tuber and realizes, she's 
  emptied the bowl! She grins, taking the empty bowl, the one full of peels, 
  and the one full of tubers into the kitchen. She smiles at everyone. Off to 
  other adventures in chore-doing.
Jayna walks off towards the kitchen.
Jayna has left.
From the kitchen, Jayna enters the kitchen from the living cavern.
From the kitchen, Jayna pushes her way past scurrying kitchen girls and into 
  the storeroom passageway.

Ro walks in, looking fairly tired. She heads straight for the food, and piles 
  a plate full of various items, then practically drops into a seat near some 
  of the other candidates.

Mehlani blushes again at the mention of Devlin, and admits to her sibling, "I 
  haven't _seen_ Devlin in a while, but Vachon still tries to hang around 
  me..." She glances in Ro's direction and smiles timidly to her.

Fahloran ahs and nods. "Well, if you need me to come have a little chat with 
  them, just say the word, 'Lani." His huge brown eyes catch the comings and 
  goings of the residents and riders as he speaks.

Melina laughs and shakes her head at the blushing candidate. She nods firmly, 
  "Aye, Rhonneth's going to keep a better watch on those boys"

Ro manages a wan smile for Mehlani just before she digs into her food, two 
  fisted.

Kelon walks in from the bowl.
Kelon has arrived.

"Oh, it's alright, I don't think they need any chats," Mehlani blurts, as she 
  settles down to mend someone's ripped blue shirt sleeve. "Things have... 
  somewhat settled, anyway... somewhat..."

Kelon smiles"Hello all"

Fahloran gives the brownrider a grin. "I am sure you will have my father's 
  undying gratitdue for that," he says. "And mine, too."

R'val grins at Melina, "As well he should, we've got some troublemakers, I'm 
  sure."

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

Melina grins back at Fahloran, "It's not a problem at all. Rhonneth rather 
  enjoys it. I'm Melina, by the way" She nods to R'val, "I see one right next 
  to me too"

R'val widens his Big Brown Eyes at Melina, "Me? trouble?"

Fahloran nods in greeting. "I'm Fahloran. Fah to my friends," he says.

"Is all well at Igen?" Mehlani murmurs softly to her brother.

Fahloran turns his attention back to his sister. "Fairly so. I'm still 
  bewildered about why Katany chose me to run the dragonhealing training, but 
  no one's locked me in a closet, yet."

Melina grins and nods, "Aye, you" She pokes R'val in the chest with one finger 
  to emphasize that.

Fahloran adds, "And when Sahra gets old enough, we'll bring her for a visit, 
  too."

Mehlani smiles, briefly, but noticeably. "I've meant to come down and see 
  her... and Harlan at Benden, too!"

Berylle walks in from the bowl.
Berylle has arrived.
Berylle comes and waves. "Telgar is even more complex than I remember!" She 
  looks a slightly out of breath, like she's been roaming all over the place 
  recently.

Ro nods to her fellow candidate, her rate of meal consumption having slowed to 
  a more normal rate.

The left corner of Fah's mouth twitches a bit at the mention of his sires more 
  recent progeny. "Well, we will make sure Sahra knows her aunties Mehlani and 
  Anra."

Melina blinks and looks over at Berylle. She waves to her and asks, "Did you 
  find what you were looking for?" She obviously doesn't seem too sure about 
  even asking this question, because she had no idea if the girl was searching 
  for something or just exploring.

R'val gives Melina an Utterly Innocent wide-eyed look, "You're so cruel to me, 
  beautiful brownrider."

Mehlani shakes her head bemusedly, obviously trying to digest the notion of 
  being an aunt, but smiles with uncommon warmth to Fahloran. "Father says 
  that he will come for the Hatching... and Faarla thinks that I should 
  Impress a green dragon," she murmurs. To Berylle's arrival, she offers forth 
  a shy nod of greeting as she continues her mending work.

Berylle smiles at Melina, "Oh I wasn't looking for anything, just looking 
  around. But thanks! Oh! Hi, I'm Berylle." She glances at R'val as he speaks, 
  then back to Melina, "You're a brownrider?"

R'val grns, "Aye. Berylle, this is Melina, brown Rhonneth's rider." He does 
  the introductions thing.

Melina chuckles at R'val, "I'd probably be moreso if you weren't so handsome" 
  She turns back to Berylle and nods, smiling, "Aye, that big brown lu-" she 
  trails off as R'val cuts her off, and she nods, "What he said"

R'val grins at Melina, "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."

Melina shakes her head, "Don't worry about it. The introduction got though 
  regardless"

Fahloran takes note of Berylle and tries to figure out why she looks familar. 
  Shrugging it off for now, he says, "Well, I probably should be getting back 
  to Igen. Some of the newer trainees are a little lost when I'm gone."

"Will you tell Devlin I said hello?" Mehlani earnestly asks of Fahloran, 
  looking a little disappointed as he mentions leaving, her needle pausing a 
  moment in the sleeve she's repairing.

R'val grins, "I suppose that's all that matters." He remarks, philosophically.

Fahloran grins at his sister. "Count on it," he says. He then stands and gives 
  Melina a nod. "Maybe we'll get a chance to talk another time, Melina," he 
  says politely.

Mehlani rises, setting aside her mending to give her older sibling another hug.

Melina smiles and waves, "Hopefully. Clear skies"

R'val eyes Fahloran briefly.

Fahloran hugs his sister, gives Melina a wink and R'val a completely innocent 
  smile and heads out to the bowl to find his ride.
Fahloran walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Fahloran has left.

Mehlani settles down again, glancing briefly and wistfully after Fahloran, and 
  then returning to her mending with diligent attention.

Ro remarks "So... that's your brother?

Mehlani nods earnestly. "Fahloran," she answers simply.

R'val nudges Melina and grins, "Too bad there's no more cookies."

Melina sighs, "They were too good for their own good" She looks around, "Hmm, 
  I wonder if there are any bubblies. Those work.."

R'val's eyes alight, "Bubblies! Let's check the kitchen?"

Ro asks "How many do you have?"

"There is Fahloran," is 'Lani's soft reply, "and Rylan, and now Harlan. And 
  Anra and Lanryi and Fahlina and Brihlana, my sisters." In and out darts her 
  needle, through blue cloth.

Ro blinks "Wow, it must be interestin' to have so many brothers and sisters."

Melina murmers, "I had two brothers"

R'val nudges Melina gently, "I'll check the kitchen, do you wanna bubbly, 
  dear?"

Melina grins and nods, "Please, dear"

R'val kisses Melina on the cheek, the rogue that he is, and heads into the 
  kitchen.
R'val returns from the kitchen, "Just one, wanna share it?" He sits back down 
  with Melina, looking pleased with himself.

Mehlani smiles tentatively at Ro and Melina, and says to the former, "I don't 
  see many of them... there's only me and Rylan and Lanryi and Fahlina here. 
  Fahloran is at Igen, and Harlan at Benden with Father... and Anra at the 
  Harper Hall with Mother... and Brihlana is with her mother at the Reaches."

Melina gets up from her chair, "Actually, love, I have to run. I"m being 
  called back to Bitra to explain the runners"

A drudge shoos the layabouts out of the Living Cavern, getting them out of her 
  way.

Melina has left.

Jessalyn has left.

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

Saskia walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Saskia has arrived.
Saskia ambles in, carrying a basket of muffins. She waves with her free hand.

Mehlani is in the middle of mending, and she smiles gravely and quietly to 
  Saskia as the other Candidate enters the cavern.

Ro nods to the incoming candidate, still eating, though she is picking at her 
  food more than actually eating it, now.

Saskia sits down next to Mehlani, "Well, I've joined your ranks but so far I'm 
  just doing the same I was before. Chopping and cooking." She sets the basket 
  of muffins down on the table, "my ma sent these. I wrote her I got Searched, 
  and she bribed a watchrider to bring these by. I did tell her they feed me 
  properly here. Would any of you like a muffin?"
  
Mehlani finishes off the tear in the sleeve she's been stitching closed, and 
  folds the shirt in question, moving on to the next garment. She pauses to 
  smile at Saskia shyly, and tilts her head a bit to peer in query at the 
  muffins.

Ro says in general to the other candidates "What chores did you get, today?"

Saskia flips open the napkin covering most of the muffins. "She probably 
  stayed up late making them. And she wrote me this really weird letter in 
  reply too. There seem to be a different variety. I dunno what kind of 
  muffins you have here, but the klah and cinnamon muffins are really good." 
  And she takes one of said muffins out of the basket and bites into it.

Mehlani pauses to lean over and take one of the smaller muffins, murmuring 
  gratefully to Saskia, "Thank you..." She daintly nibbles at it, and holds 
  her mending out of the way, so as not to get crumbs upon it.

Ro looks down at her nearly empty plate and full stomach "Um, maybe later."

Saskia smiles at Mehlani, "you're welcome." then looks at Ro,
Saskia swallows her bite of muffin and looks at Ro, "Chopping vegetables 
  mostly. How about you?"
Saskia looks at you for a moment.
Saskia waves.

Ro wrinkles her nose "Scrubbin' the infirmary."

Berylle wanders back in. "Saskia!" She goes over by her old friend.

Mehlani murmurs ruefully, "I had to clean the latrines this morning. And then 
  this mending..." She bobs her head at the basket beside her, as she works on 
  sewing up the hem of the skirt currently residing in her lap, pausing every 
  so often to nibble at muffin.

Saskia wrinkles her nose, "Yuck." She peers at Mehlani, "Double yuck. Did you 
  get somebody mad or do they just rotate that duty here?" then smiles at 
  Berylle, "hey Berylle, have you met Ro and Mehlani?"

Berylle asks Saskia, "Have you seen this place? There's so much more to 
  explore and look around than I remembered! I met Mehlani...did I meet you, 
  Ro? I've met so many people today."
Berylle looks at you for a moment.

Ro says "Richenda is likely still on the warpath/"

"I don't _think_ I made anyone angry," muses the quiet lass, after a moment's 
  thought. She smiles tentatively to Berylle.

Ro says "I think I saw when 'lex brought you in."

Berylle says "Lex? Oh, A'lex, right, the other bronzerider. D'ton's dragon 
  actually 'searched' me!"

Ro nods.

Berylle smiles at Mehlani, "You smell better now."

Mehlani smiles sheepishly, by way of reply, and continues to stitch the skirt 
  hem. It's someone's rather nice skirt, a billowy thing of a rich burgundy 
  hue with embroidery around the bottom.

Saskia grins at Berylle, "I've seen the kitchen mostly. Not even seen the eggs 
  yet really. I've been very busy." then blushes a bit, "Yeah, Ro. A'lex's 
  dragon Searched me, but he asked if Nraith was doing it to make him happy. 
  So I'm kinda confused."

Berylle would inquire politely about Mehlani's stitching, but she's completely 
  and utterly NOT interested in sewing, so she turns back to Saskia and says, 
  "Yeah, I was in the kitchen earlier today peeling tubers, but I got injured 
  on the job." She shows Saskia a little nick on her finger.
Berylle says "Have you seen the baths, Saskia? They're quite nice!" She looks 
  at Mehlani and grins impishly. "I can even tell you which one to -avoid- for 
  a while..."

J'lyn walks in from the bowl.
J'lyn has arrived.

Mehlani's nose crinkles tinily; she doesn't offer any commentary to that, 
  though.

Saskia frowns a bit, "You gotta be careful when chopping, Ber." then her gaze 
  is caught by the skirt Mehlani's sewing, "Hey that's pretty." Her brow 
  furrows at Berylle's next words, "Don't the baths drain continuously like 
  the ones at Far Cry?"

J'lyn walks in, dusting a LOT of ash off from his leathers, and heads to get 
  himself a glass of juice, of all things. His usual glass of wine is forsaken 
  for the sparkling redfruit juice.

Berylle says "Yeah, but I don't trust 'em. :)"
Berylle grins at Mehlani, "I'm just teasing you."

Mehlani smiles timidly to Saskia, and then nods to her, silently. She 
  continues to stitch, though she glances up and peers quietly at J'lyn as he 
  enters. Then, to Berylle, she smiles a little once more, slightly lopsidedly.

Berylle asks Mehlani quietly, "Who's that older man over there?", indicating 
  J'lyn with a nod of her head.

J'lyn looks around the cavern. "You four. Are your chores done?"

Saskia nods politely to J'lyn, then smiles at Mehlani and shrugs, "If you 
  didn't do anything, then I guess we all gotta clean latrines at some point."

"J'lyn," replies Mehlani in her soft solemn tones, "green Lorieth's rider..." 
  As the rider in question addresses their little knot, she blinks and looks 
  to him again.

Saskia gazes warily at J'lyn then whispers to Mehlani, "Should I be worried? 
  My ma's letter was very strange."

Berylle looks up at J'lyn. "Yep! That's why we're talking of course!"

Saskia nods to J'lyn, "Yes, sir."

J'lyn raises an eyebrow. Insubordination. A mental check. "Well, then, follow 
  me. All of you."

"J'lyn is a good man," murmurs Mehlani back to Saskia, placidly. She glances 
  back up to the rider, and says earnestly, "I have finished the latrines, but 
  not the mending--um..."

Berylle looks at her compatriots, then shrugs and gets up and follows J'lyn.
Berylle figures anyone as old as J'lyn is, must be able to boss her around. :)

J'lyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
J'lyn has left.

Mehlani blinks and then nods promptly to J'lyn, tucking her mending back into 
  the basket, and lifting it to follow the rider.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Southern Bowl(#396RJL$)
Contents:
J'lyn
Lorieth
Rhonneth
Spock
Nraith
Cygnith
Pliarth
Obvious exits:
Living Cavern  Central Bowl  Weyrleaders' Complex  Outer Infirmary  Guest Weyr 
   Records Room  

Saskia comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Saskia has arrived.

Berylle comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Berylle has arrived.

J'lyn points to a very dirty ash-covered Lorieth. "She needs a bath."

Berylle looks at Lorieth. "Will she go swimming in the lake?" she asks.

Saskia follows closely to Mehlani and Berylle as she chews on her lip. She 
  looks at Lorieth, looks at J'lyn, and both eyebrows rise, "A bath? But she's 
  too big to fit!"

J'lyn says "She'll go in the lake, but she needs to be scrubbed." His hands 
  bring out 4 stiff brushes and he hands them out, keeping one for himself. 
  "Shall we?"

Mehlani, who's gotten her mending safely stowed for the nonce, to be returned 
  to later, surveys Lorieth with earnest eyes. The lass looks only slightly 
  daunted by the green's general state, and 'Lani bobs her head gravely to 
  J'lyn, watching him to see if he'll issue any further instructions, as she 
  accepts her brush.

Berylle says "Can I change my clothes?"

Above, Lysseth leaps from the Star Stones to sail over the Bowl.
Above, Lysseth flies towards the north end of the bowl.

J'lyn nods. "Quickly. You others might want to as well."

Saskia blushes, "Oh the lake. Way to impress the greenrider, Saskia" she 
  mutters to erself then accepts the brush from J'lyn. "Yes, sir."

J'lyn says "Keep in mind that you'll most likely be drenched by the time you 
  get done."

Berylle runs off and comes back with pretty much the same clothes on. She says 
  "I realized that I'm already wearing my 'worst' clothes!" She thinks. "Would 
  it be possible to go by the Minecraft Hall sometime?"

Mehlani apparently doesn't mind dragonwashing duty in her current clothes, 
  either; someone must have told the girl that she's liable to regularly get 
  her clothing dirty with Candidate Chores. She only bobs her head to J'lyn 
  again, murmuring, "I'm ready, sir."

Saskia nods to J'lyn, and stands there with a confused look on her face and 
  holding her brush ready for action.

J'lyn says "Follow me."
J'lyn walks north.
J'lyn has left.

You walk north.
Central Bowl(#298RL$)
Contents:
J'lyn
Phizzer
Obvious exits:
Weyrling Barracks  Southern Bowl  Lake Shore  Hatching Cavern  Feeding Grounds 
   Runner Pasture  Weyr Entrance  

Lorieth lumbers here from the south.
Lorieth has arrived.

Saskia walks here from the south.
Saskia has arrived.

J'lyn
You see before you a tall youngish looking man appearing to be in his early 
  30s. He's actually 40 Turns, 8 months, and 22 days old. He's wearing dark 
  green garments with a heavy gold chain looped around his thick neck, resting 
  across his massive chest. His short dark hair is combed back in dark gentle 
  waves and his deep green eyes sparkle with intensity and humor. In each 
  earlobe glint 2 gold hoops.

Lorieth
Large. That's the first thought that comes to mind when you look at this 
  dragon. She looks like a 25 meter jade statue of a dragon. She's a solid 
  jade green, fading to a bright lime green on her underside and wings. A 
  perfect flawless milky-white jade green.
You notice her riding straps are cinched onto her. They are a light brown 
  wher-hide and are lined with an even softer cloth to protect her hide from 
  the leather. They seem to have some sort of decorative stitching on them as 
  well, in red and black. As you look closer, the stitching forms itself into 
  patterns, red diamonds with black roman numeral 2s, the symbol for Benden 
  Weyr.
She is 23 Turns, 0 months, and 24 days old. Her eyes whirl a light blue-green 
  as she notices your gaze. 

Sylvara has arrived.
Sylvara smiles her greetings to all in the room.
Sylvara says "Hello, I'm Sylvara from Lemos."

Sylvara
A 5'4" pernesian, she has a dark tan that sets off her deep brown eyes. She 
  has long, black hair, and a smirk that seems to never leave her face. Her 
  eyes dance with glee, and you get the sense that she knows something that 
  you don't. She walks with an air of pride, eventhough her clothes are 
  anything but spectacular. She smiles at you, and you feel this wave of 
  warmth spread over you, and you feel calmed by her presence. She bows to you.

Lorieth lumbers in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central 
  bowl area of the Weyr.
Lorieth has left.

Saskia waves to Sylvara with the hand not carrying a brush, "Hi Sylvara. I'm 
  Saskia, Telgar Weyr candidate and about to be dragon-scrubber."

Berylle walks here from the south.
Berylle has arrived.

J'lyn heads in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl 
  area of the Weyr.
J'lyn has left.

Mehlani and a couple of other girls are quietly following after J'lyn and his 
  green dragon, though Mehlani glances quietly and shyly in the direction of 
  the unfamiliar young woman as she passes.

You head in the direction of the shimmering lake, leaving the central bowl 
  area of the Weyr.
Telgar Weyr Lake Shore
The vegetation thickens near the lake, becoming a meadow that runs along the 
  edge of a narrow, sandy beach. The sands spill down into a crystal lake to 
  the north, lapping against the crater walls to the north and west. A fence 
  runs northwest-southeast, blocking off the lake from the feeding grounds. 
  The grass is thick with autumn, and the long strands are beginning to seed. 
  The few trees that stand on the banks of the lake are in their full splendor 
  with leaves of red, gold, and brown. There are dark green water lilies on 
  the lake, but they are no longer blossoming. In one corner of the meadow, 
  Telgar's herb garden makes the air thick with the smell of mint and thyme, 
  and the chives are in full bloom. Around it, a few fall flowers are 
  blossoming. The red shades of sunset cast the meadow into deep, but peaceful 
  shadows.
A grey overcast covers Telgar, but the air feels only slightly humid.
Contents:
DRAGONS:  Lorieth  Lysseth
PLAYERS:  Kassima  Mehlani  J'lyn  Saskia
OTHER:  Compound Equatorial Farviewer  Time-Weathered Boulder
Obvious exits:
Lake  Bowl

Saskia heads over from the central bowl.
Saskia has arrived.

"...So that's why you haven't been seeing V'dan much lately," Kassi concludes, 
  scrubbing Lysseth's shoulder with a fresh handful of sand. Not far away, 
  Ylysse--just drying off from a similar scrub-job on Alymbrith, by the looks 
  of her--nods in comprehension. "I'll really have t'be having a word with Mir 
  about that. I know she has a certain right t'make requests of him, but he's 
  starting t'show signs of wearing out a'fore drills are over, and that I 
  won't tolerate... hey, Jal; hey, Candidates. Let me guess, 
  greenrider--you've shanghaied them into doing your evil bidding, right?"

Berylle heads over from the central bowl.
Berylle has arrived.

Mehlani slips into view in J'lyn's wake, but she smiles fleetingly at the 
  sight of Kassima and Lysseth.

Sandar heads over from the central bowl.
Sandar has arrived.

J'lyn smiles totally innocently to his wingleader. "Why, Kassima. How could 
  you ever think such a thing? They were done with chores, and Richenda didn't 
  want them to be idle for too long, and I was at Ista, and Lorieth is all 
  ashy." That innocent look fades to one of pule malicious evil. "But then 
  again, why should I get wet and dirty?"

Sandar wanders in with his towel, looking ready for some rest and relaxation. 
  At the sight of J'lyn talking about dirty dragons, he cringes involuntarily.

J'lyn notices Sandar slip in with the girls, and tosses him the fourth brush. 
  "Sandar, why don't you help these ladies with Lorieth, hmm?"

Berylle waves to Sandar! "Come help!"

Saskia trails closely behind Mehlani, and grins at Kassima, "I think we're 
  supposed to scrub his dragon." though from her expression, it's clear that 
  she's not at all sure what she's supposed to be doing.

Sandar grins at J'lyn. "Sure," he agrees, heading over to Lorieth. Rest and 
  relaxation can wait. 'Til after Candidacy is over.

Lorieth stretches to her full length on her hind legs and flaps her wings 
  once, dropping a little ash on the little ones who get to get rid of it all 
  from her.

Berylle goes up to J'lyn, "Um, this may be a dumb question, but...do dragons 
  need sweetsand?"

Kassima snorts with amusement, leaving off her ministrations long enough to 
  roll her eyes at her Wingsecond. "I could think such a thing because I know 
  you too well for it t'be otherwise, that's how. At Ista, eh?" Casually, she 
  wonders, "How go things at Ista these days? Aye, that's indubitably what he 
  wants--consider yourself lucky that 'tis nay R'val who's doing the asking. 
  You'd wind up drowned by that dragon of his. Lorieth might be a *touch* 
  better-mannered."

"It's not too difficult," Mehlani murmurs to Saskia, glancing over her 
  shoulder and seeing the other girl's expression. "I've done it before..."

Saskia nods to Mehlani, "if you say so." she responds a bit skeptically, then 
  coughs a little as some ash falls on her, "Eww" she makes a terrible face, 
  "I never knew that washing dragon was such stinky work."

J'lyn grins. "They're fine. Dirty from that sharding volcano, but fine." 
  Looking to the Candidates and his dragon, he says, "Into the lake with the 
  lot of you."

Lorieth swims out into the warmer part of the lake. Thermal waters.

Mehlani pauses to take off her boots and roll the legs of her pants up. Then, 
  taking up the brush, she wades out after the green.

Arthur darts in from the central bowl.
Arthur has arrived.
Arthur darts in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.
Arthur has left.

Saskia copies Mehlani's movements almost exactly, then holds her brush before 
  her like a talisman and wades out after Lorieth.

"Most dragons haven't just been lollygagging around where there's a volcano 
  spewing all over the place--though, the residue from drills is almost as 
  bad. Aren't you that lass Master Lathen was speaking to a few days ago?" 
  Kassima wants to know. Her green, craning her neck, watches the Candidates 
  with a touch of curiousity and a greater dash of wariness.

Berylle tosses her jacket on the shore and takes her brush, "Let's go clean 
  that dragon! Should we all start on one side and work our way around, you 
  think? Or maybe each person gets a different part to work on?"
Berylle waves to Sandar, "C'mon, no loafing!"
Berylle splashes over to the dragon. How deep's the water here?

Saskia blushes a bit and bobs her head, "Yes, ma'am. I did really want to be a 
  baker. I got apprenticed three days ago, and got Searched last night."

Sandar gets to work sudsing down the green and laughs at Berylle's comment. 
  "You know me that well already?" he grins.

It would seem that Mehlani is long familiar with the task at hand. She 
  approaches Lorieth's head first, to look briefly up at the green's eyes and 
  murmur a very soft greeting to her. Then, she chooses a stretch of Lorieth's 
  left flank, getting to work, and glancing off to Saskia to see if the other 
  girl needs any aid.

Lorieth rolls over into the water to soak herself.

Berylle jumps back as a wave from the rolling green washes over her legs.

Whoosh! Mehlani is dampened clear up to her waist, but this, too, is 
  apparently familiar to the lass. She waits for Lorieth to settle herself 
  again, before reaching anew for her nearest stretch of hide.

Kassima's groan at the ma'aming is readily audible. "The name," she corrects, 
  firmly, "is Kassima. Green Lysseth's rider. Known as Kassi by most, Kass by 
  a few, and 'that sharding lunatic' by almost everyone." She glances over to 
  the other Thunderbolt green, even as Lyss warbles a lackadaisical greeting.

Berylle says "This is a pretty big dragon...are we sure she's really a green 
  under all the dust?"

Lorieth lowers her face nose to nose with Berylle. Yes. We're very sure.

Berylle smiles at Lorieth and reaches out to scrub her nose with the brush. 
  "Where _have_ you been sticking your snout, young lady?"

Lorieth snuffles at the little girl.

Sandar starts brushing water over Lorieth's shoulder, climbing up her wing to 
  get there, making sure he stays on the strong bony fore-wing. "If only she 
  weren't up _here_ and the water weren't down _there_," he points out, 
  "this'd be a lot easier." He grins and starts scrubbing with gusto.

Berylle cleans up enough of Lorieth's snout to see what color she's _supposed_ 
  to be. "Ohh! J'lyn, she's _pretty!_" Berylle, despite her best wishes, still 
  has a thing for jade.

Lorieth suddenly drops to water level, thus swamping the nagging, complaining 
  scrubbers.

Saskia copies Mehlani again and gazes into Lorieth's eyes, though the sound 
  she makes sorta sounds like 'Don't drool', then she wades over to Lorieth's 
  right flank and begins to scrub the green with her brush. As she's taller 
  than Mehlani, her hips remain above water. She peers over Lorieth at Kassima 
  and Lysseth and grins, "Pleased to meet you. I'm Saskia. Sometimes called 
  Sass by my ma when she's cross. That's so cool. I never realised dragons 
  look so different up close."

Berylle falls over backwards in the water and splutters wetly.

Sandar gets tossed off the wing into the water. "Ack!" he exclaims as he 
  *splooshes* into the lake. Grumbling, he says, "well, at least I didn't have 
  to climb down that time."

Berylle gets back up on her feet and makes another assault on the dragon's 
  dust again.

Kassima glacks and hangs tightly to her own green as the wave overswamps her. 
  With a vaguely indignant rumble, Lysseth slaps one wing against the water's 
  surface to return the favor in kind. "The chromatics vary even more than 
  metallics do, I think," the rider agrees through a cough. "Aside from size 
  and base color, Lyss and Lorieth don't look much alike at all, just as one 
  example. Well met and such, too, by the by."

Berylle is pushed back by another wave from Lorieth shifting. So she calls to 
  Kassima. "Hi! I'm Berylle, ma'am!"

Sandar compares Lorieth and Lysseth without thinking about it as Kassi points 
  out their differences. "I guess so," he replies, squinting even though the 
  dragons be so huge. "I don't think I'm as much of an expert on green dragons 
  as you must be, however," he tells the Thunderbolt wingleader. "They look 
  pretty much the same to me, 'cept for some coloring differences."
Sandar winces as Berylle ma'am's Kassima.

Berylle climbs up on Lorieth's leg to scrub her side.

Saskia oofs as Lorieth splashes her clear to her chest, "Definitely wet work 
  too." she looks from Lorieth to Lysseth, "They're about the same size, yeah, 
  but tottally different proportions. Lysseth's all slender like a runner." 
  then follows the other's example and goes back to scrubbing Lorieth's hide.

Kassima lays her head against Lysseth's water-slicked hide and moans, "Why me? 
  Why me?" With a humorous sigh, she starts to scramble up onto her dragon's 
  back. "Kassima's the name," she yells over, "and well met. Save ma'am as a 
  title for the old aunts who sit by the fire, if'n you would!" Under her 
  breath, she mutters, "I really must write up a sign... well, Sandy, 'tis 
  i'truth harder t'make out the differences if'n you're nay used t'looking for 
  'em. But see, Lorieth has a better conformation than most would say Lyss 
  has; she has a more standard dragon build, while Lyss is thinner than most 
  and has a slightly longer, more serpentine form." She nods in approval as 
  Saskia notes much the same thing.

Sandar nods at Saskia's comment, again examining Lysseth. "I can see that," he 
  agrees, then gets back to work scrub-a-dubbing.

Berylle tries reaching high on Lorieth's back as she turns to listen to 
  Kassima but loses her balance, slipping and sliding down the dragon's side 
  to splash into the water once more.
Berylle says "aaaaiiieeee--*SPLASH*"

Sandar gives the fallen Berylle a comforting look, still scrubbing quietly.

Berylle sits in the water, her hair dripping wet.

Kassima adds drolly, "Lorieth's temper is also a sight better than Lysseth's, 
  whereas Lyss is more single-minded. If'n you get t'know any dragons 
  particularly well, it'll soon become apparent just how different they really 
  are." Shooing a few stray 'lizards from near one of her green's neckridges, 
  she calls over, "Eh, you all right over there?"

Berylle blows a wet lock out of her face. "Foo."

Saskia smiles at Kassima, "I think they both look lovely..."then she's 
  interrupted by Berylle's fall. She leans over Lorieth to peer down a bit 
  worriedly at Berylle, "Are you alright?" she asks a little concerned.

Berylle says "I'm fine, I landed on my soft bits." She gets up off her tush. 
  "Only my pride is wounded -- but I shall persevere!"
Berylle throws herself into climbing up the dragon's back once more.

Sandar grins.

Kassima just grins, busying herself for several moments with working at a 
  particularly stubborn streak of ash. "Have any of you settled on favorite 
  eggs yet?" she wonders at length.

Saskia laughs, "That's the spirit, Ber." then gives Kassima a worried look, 
  "Dragons have tempers?" her eyes dart to Lysseth's sharp teeth.

Sandar nods a bit to Kassi, still rubbing Lorieth's shoulder in wide circles. 
  "I like the deep reddish one," he admits. Then he adds, "and the green ones."

Berylle pauses halfway up. "I haven't even _seen_ the eggs yet. Can we view 
  them? I went into the hatching grounds but I was the only one up there, and 
  the gold _looked_ at me, and it was kinda spooky."
Berylle holds her brush between her teeth and climbs up onto Lorieth's back.

"Are you kidding? When she's proddy, Lyss has a temper you could sharpen nails 
  on. And she's a bit of a grump the rest of the time--eh, Sky-Lady?" 
  Lysseth's disgruntled snort at this nonsense from Kassima sends a froth of 
  bubbles to the water's surface. "There, you can see for yourself. Tyrrath's 
  probably the worst of the lot, or Zibrith... but there're plenty of dragons 
  out there who are perfectly capable of being annoyed or angered. Almost any 
  glowing green provides a fine example." Sitting back against a neckridge, 
  she wonders, "Which, Sandar? If'n you mean a bronze, there're plenty of 
  ruddy bronzes here... the color seems t'run in Benden's bloodline. Certes, 
  you can view the eggs whenever you like. Just don't try and step onto the 
  Sands unless you want to draw Leilanth's ire."

Saskia swallows, "Um, what do they do when they're mad? And what makes them 
  angry? I wouldn't want to get something that big cross at me."

Berylle scrubs the back of the dusty jade green dragon, using plenty of "elbow 
  grease". "Maybe we should all go by and take a look after this, when we get 
  dried off...or will it be too dark then?"

Sandar looks at Kassima somewhat confusedly. "A bronze? No, I thought you were 
  asking which of the eggs we liked best. I like the dark reddish egg."

Kassima shrugs, finger-combing her bangs back out of her eyes. "Depends on the 
  dragon. Dragons wouldn't harm a person--unless, mayhaps, said person were 
  endangering their lifemate; I've never been sure on that score--but they 
  tend t'make their displeasure known. They'll bring out glows when it gets 
  too dark t'be seeing by sunlight; 'twill nay provide as good a view, but... 
  it should suffice." Slipping down into the water again, the greenrider ohs 
  to Sandar. "Sorry; m'mistake. The redfruit-crimson one, or the 
  wine-burgundy?"

Sandar grins. "The wine-burgundy. A nice darkish red. It sucks you in." He 
  splooshes some water over Lorieth's nose, then starts scrubbing that, 
  ignoring the huffing of her breath on his hair. "I like those deep, pensive 
  eggs, if you know what I mean."

Saskia seems visibly relieved at Kassima's answer, "Glows to see the eggs by?"

Kassima grins too, even as she turns to watch Lysseth submerge herself beneath 
  the water for a rinse. "I'm partial t'red eggs, m'self, since Lyss came from 
  one. I forget which color I'm guessing is in that one... probably green, 
  though. Aye, Saskia--egg-viewing's a popular pasttime, after all... and nay 
  just," she adds with a laugh, "for Candidates!"

Sandar adds, "but I also liked the greenish eggs. Not just 'cause you're a 
  greenrider, either," he says quickly, "but 'cause they're sort of awkward 
  looking. Kind of awkward like green wherry meat might be awkward. And they'd 
  be especially awkward together. But yes, I like them."

Saskia grins, "I'll have to find some time to look at the eggs. I didn't know 
  dragon eggs came in different colours either."

Sandar nods to Saskia, lathering Lorieth down. "Yup, the eggs are even more 
  colorful than the dragons that come out of 'em, or at least it seems that 
  way to me."

"Green wherry meat...." Kassi has to think about this one for a bit. "D'you 
  mean the moldy-looking one? That houses a green, too, mark m'words. Every 
  dragon egg tends t'be a bit unique in its own way. I've been collecting 
  shards for... shells, Turns, and I've yet t'see two that were absolutely 
  identical."

Berylle finishes scrubbing. "I think I've done all I can go up here." She 
  looks around, then slides down Lorieth's side -- on purpose, this time.
Berylle says "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee--*SPLASH*"

Sandar's tummy grumbles a bit even at the mention of moldy wherry. "Maybe the 
  green is a nice preserve of some sort," he puts in. "And not mold."

Saskia laughs, "That doesn't sound too pleasant, but I guess whatever hatches 
  from it will be lovely."

Sandar grins. "Yup."

Kassima opines whimsically, "All dragons are... well, all right, most. I don't 
  think any save V'dan and the males who chase her when she rises could call 
  Chymeth lovely."

Berylle shakes her hair, spraying water in a five foot radius. "Who's 
  Chymeth?" she asks.

Sandar shrugs a bit. "Maybe you're letting her rider influence your feelings 
  about her," he smirks at Kassi.

Saskia gazes curiously at Kassima, her expression reflecting the same question 
  Berylle asks.

"Chymeth's V'dan's lifemate--a green. She's a stellar Threadfighter that 
  Thunderbolt's lucky t'have, but in looks...." Kassima just shudders a bit. 
  "Leilanth and Laerth produced some lovely dragons in their day, but Chymeth 
  wasn't one of 'em. Sandar, I truly don't think so... have you never seen 
  Chymeth?"

Saskia shakes her head, "I haven't seen many dragons yet." she confesses 
  softly.

Sandar nods to Kassima. "I'm pretty sure. She likes to pretend to snooze 
  outside the Living Cavern, every so often peering in to make sure Mehlani is 
  okay. At least, that's my guess. Either that or she's making sure nobody's 
  trying to give 'Lani gifts." He grins. "She seemed normal looking to me. 
  Maybe a bit long in the tooth. Long-toothed, that is."

Kassima blinks at that, while wading up to shore. "Are you certain you're nay 
  thinking of Milleniuth? V'dan and Chymeth have nay special friendship with 
  'Lani that I know of... you'd recall her if'n you'd seen her. Medium-sized, 
  greasy olive green with brown undertones?" With a grin at Saskia, she 
  comments simply, "You will."

Saskia scratches her head, "how do you keep track of all of them?"

Kassima says seriously, "'Tis easy enough, with the dragons in m'Wing. I have 
  t'know 'em well t'know where their strengths lie, and what I can expect from 
  'em in Fall. As to the others... some I'm friends with, some I was a 
  Weyrling with, a few are related t'me, and some are particularly 
  notorious--or any combination of the above. I've had Turns t'get t'know 'em, 
  remember."

Saskia nods, "That's very true. I guess I pretty much know everyone at Far 
  Cry. It sounds like a lot of hard work to be a Wingleader.

Tierth flies in from above and lands in the waters of the lake.
Tierth has arrived.

Throughout all of this, Mehlani has been quietly working away -- but as 
  Kassima and Sandar begin to discussion Chymeth and Milleniuth, she blinks a 
  few times, peering bemusedly in that direction. "I haven't seen much of 
  Chymeth," she can be heard to murmur.

Tierth wings over the gathered group, turning swiftly to settle down nearby.

"It helps, too, that I've had a horde of relatives and fire-lizards t'practice 
  m'memory skills with," Kassi adds thoughtfully as she takes up a towel and 
  starts to dry herself off. "*'Tis* hard, aye. I was honored t'be chosen 
  P'tran's successor, but there're times when I wonder whether accepting the 
  bloody knot wasn't the act of a masochist. Oh, g'deve, Maylia!"

Sandar nods at Kassi's commentary about the greens, as Tierth soars overhead. 
  He holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun as he looks to see 
  whose it is. Recognizing the green, he waves cheerfully.

Maylia slides to the ground, giving Tierth a parting caress and a tender smile.
Maylia has arrived.

Saskia looks up and nods politely to Maylia, then grins at Kassima, "You seem 
  too cheery to be a masochist."

Ro heads over from the central bowl.
Ro has arrived.

Berylle waves to Maylia as she pulls off her shirt and wrings it out. What? 
  Tomboys don't care about being shirtless that much. :)

Sandar smiles at Maylia and Ro. "Evening," he offers them. "Or, almost 
  evening, anyways." He's currently talking with Kassi and the other 
  Candidates, while scrubbing down Lorieth to the best of his abilities.

Ro slips off her boots and sets them carefully on the shore.

Tierth stretches out her wings, settling down on the lakeshore to enjoy the 
  last rays of the setting sun. Her rider heads over to the gathered folks, 
  riding jacket undone and gloves in her pocket - it's just a short drop from 
  their ledge. "Aye, and good evening!" She calls, nodding her head to those 
  she doesn't recognise.

Saskia looks over at Tierth and smiles, "Ooh,another green, and this one's 
  definitely smaller."

By this time, Mehlani is quite soaked, her unbound hair dripping down her 
  equally wet back, her clothes clinging to her slender form. She hasn't 
  bothered to strip, but the amount of moisture in her garments doesn't appear 
  to bother her. She peers consideringly at the stretch of Lorieth she'd been 
  working on, and wades a bit further along her, her gaze quietly musing.

Sandar gives Berylle a wayward look, then suddenly looks stunned.

Berylle pulls her shirt back on, kicks off her boots, and strips down to 
  whatever she wears under her pants. I hope we _do_ wear some kind of undies 
  on Pern, right?

Kassima quips facetiously, "Pessimists would argue that masochists have the 
  most reason t'be cheery of anyone in the world." She ducks behind the rock 
  that's been sheltering her clothing from errant waves, ostensibly changing 
  back into it now that her soaking's done. "You're in luck, Maylia, if'n 
  Tierth wants a scrubbing; J'lyn dragged a gaggle of Candies down here t'be 
  scrubbing Lorieth, so if'n your Tierth doesn't share Lysseth's bias against 
  being washed by strangers...." She looks up over the rock long enough to 
  wink to the other greenrider.

Berylle (if not, I don't do that)

Mehlani glances in Maylia and Tierth's direction as they arrive, and smiles 
  gravely to them.

Ro wades in and over to the dragons, taking up a spot along side her fellow 
  candidates.

Berylle wrings out her pants. *wring*

Ro reconsiders, and removes her bodice, setting it on her boots before she 
  gets any wetter.

Sandar tries not to watch the pantless Berylle, and instead concentrates on 
  scrubbing down green dragons.

Saskia grins, "You think so, Kassima. Why's that?" She waves cheerily to her 
  fellow candidate, "Hey Ro. Ever washed a dragon before?"

'Lani briefly waves her brush at Ro in greeting, then ducks very carefully 
  down under Lorieth's wing, trying to get in under her sails to any 
  hard-to-reach flecks of ash.

Ro nods "I help some of my friends wash their dragons, and I've washed Darrath 
  quite a few times."

Maylia sends Kassi a grin in response, and turns to Tierth. "Well?" She asks 
  the green. Silver-edged wingtips catch the nearly-gone rays of the sun, and 
  the green lumbers into the water, with a soft croon. "She says," Maylia 
  informs the others, "That the sun's nearly down anyways, and she could use a 
  bath!"

Kassima hops up onto a rock once she's once again dressed, gathering up the 
  belt with its numerous knives that she laid atop it some time earlier. 
  "What, the pessimist thing?" she wonders as she buckles her arsenal back on. 
  "Simple enough: they'd argue that life's full of horrors and pain, and thus 
  those who enjoy pain would enjoy life the most. I'm nay given to agreement."

Mehlani peeks out from under Lorieth's wing, glancing around to see if anyone 
  offers to move over to work on Maylia's green. My, but there are a lot of 
  dragons here.

Berylle lays her pants out on a rock to dry, walking around in her shirt and 
  undies. Hey, it's a long shirt.

Ro picks up a brush and wades over to Tierth. She tenatively begins scrubbing 
  the dragon's chest and neck.

Maylia sets about stripping off her clothes, placing them on a rock far from 
  the water's edge. On top, a beautifully-wrought silver knife is placed, 
  properly sheathed - what? Do all greenriders go about armed to the teeth? 
  Soon, the young rider is wading into the water, following the wake of her 
  green's tail.

Maylia
A slender young woman appearing about 17 turns, Maylia has perhaps nearly 
  reached her full height. Tall and somewhat long-limbed even still, she has 
  become strong, yet gently muscular over the turns since she Impressed 
  Tierth. She has dark green eyes, set in the rather heart-shaped face so 
  characteristic of her family. Her dark brown hair, rather wavy by nature, is 
  held away from her face in a loose braid. She is dressed in loose, 
  comfortable clothing, suitable for relaxing and doing daily tasks in. A dark 
  blue vest, edged with brocade round the hem, opening, and neckline, is worn 
  open over a tunic of a creamy green. Woven trousers in a deep green hang 
  loosely over soft boots. Around her finger glitters a silver ring, set with 
  amethyst. (+detail is available)
Of all her firelizards, only one has chosen to remain on her person, blue 
  Snarl. He's aptly named, and glowers at all, including Maylia. If you ask 
  her, she will tell you she is 17 Turns, 4 months, and 17 days.

Saskia grins at Ro, "You're definitely more experienced than me then." Her 
  expression becomes more serious as she regards Kassima thoughtfully, "Is 
  that what you think life is about? And do you enjoy pain?"

Ro nods, more of her attention on Tierth than anything else "I suppose so."

Sandar finishes up with Lorieth, "there, lookin' good," then scans the area 
  for the next washing target.

Tierth lowers herself in the water, to within the reach of the candidates for 
  their tender ministrations, eyes first-lidded. Now and then, she cracks open 
  a lid and turns whirling eyes on one or another of the washers.

Kassima shakes her head decisively. "As I said, I'm nay 'tall inclined to 
  agree... that's a pessimist's view. I'm nay one of those. I endure pain if'n 
  I must, but I'm hardly given to *enjoying* it."

Once her share of Lorieth finally appears to be finished, Mehlani, too, wades 
  back away from the drowsing green. She stands there alone in a peaceful 
  stretch of water, dripping, her expression grave as usual, but calm.

Berylle pulls her damp trousers back on and dumps the water out of her boots 
  before pulling those on too.
Berylle goes over to look at the Compound Equatorial Farviewer. "I saw this 
  earlier today but couldn't figure out what it is. Anyone know what this 
  does?"

Mehlani considers, then wades over near Maylia, calling softly, "Do you need 
  aid with Tierth?"

Maylia sidles up next to Ro, bracing herself in the deep water by grabbing her 
  lifemate's wing-shoulder. Bit by bit, she works her way underneath the wing, 
  scrubbing at Tierth's side with more pressure than those unused to dragons 
  might think necessary, but judging by the relaxed pose the grassy green has 
  assumed, she's enjoying it.

Aladis heads over from the central bowl.
Aladis has arrived.

Asabeth lumbers in from the central bowl.
Asabeth has arrived.

Kassima nods, peering over at the thing. "'Tis for seeing stars with, 
  methinks... g'deve, Aladis. Here t'join the convention of Candies and 
  greenriders?"

Saskia shakes her head, "Nope, never seen one before." then looks over at 
  Mehlani and Tierth.

Maylia ducks underneath Tierth's wing to smile at 'Lani. "Sure, Mehlani! She's 
  small, but the more who scrub, the less time it'll take."

Berylle looks into it. "I can't see a thing."

Ro continues to scrub Tierth. Yes, she knows how hard to. She just wanted to 
  make sure the dragon didn't object to her doing so, first.

Sandar smiles at Aladis and Asabeth, his Searchdragon. "Good evening!"

Berylle turns some dials, "Hey, wait, I can make something out."
Berylle peers through the Farviewer.

Mehlani, still uncertain as to where to move next, glances up wide-eyedly at 
  the arrival of Aladis and her green. Gracious, but there are a lot of greens 
  here. Something causes the lass to blush, but all she says as Maylia makes 
  her reply is an earnest, "Alright.." And as she'd done with Lorieth, she 
  approaches Tierth's head first, to murmur a very quiet greeting.

Sandar heads over with his brush and waves it threateningly at Asabeth. "Want 
  a scrub?"

Berylle spins the farviewer around.
Berylle ends up pointing the farviewer at Lysseth. She peeks into the 
  eyepiece. "ACK a big giant EYE!"

Aladis grins at Kassima, "Actually, I was hoping to get myself to my weyr, but 
  Asabeth here is proving stubborn." Asabeth, oblivious to her rider's wry 
  tone, pokes the nearest candidate with her snout. The young woman, Tariamina 
  by name, squeaks and holds very still. As the green hears Sandar's approach, 
  she whips her head about the snuffle over the young man happily ... and 
  possessively.

Tierth slowly opens her eyes, to reveal gently swirling blue jewels of eyes, 
  and ducks her head to whuffle at Mehlani. Rather shy and retiring herself, 
  this green appreciates such courtesies muchly.

Saskia nods politely to Aladis then looks around and grins, "Surrounded by 
  greens! Shhells! Who've thought?" She looks from Tierth to Asabeth. "Hrm."

Aladis has a smile for Sandar and one for Mehlani. She calls over to 
  Tariamina, "Just push her head away, girl. She's not going to eat you." 
  Somehow, an ominous 'yet' seems missing from the sentence.

Berylle turns the farviewer back up to the sky again.

Lysseth rumbles in startlement, backing away from this strange Candidate. 
  "Calm down, Lyss," Kassi advises with a roll of her eyes. "Huh. I wonder 
  what an eye *would* look like through that thing... welcome to a male 
  dragon's perfect scenario, Saskia," she adds, once again facetious.

Mehlani smiles earnestly back to Aladis, and up to Tierth and Asabeth as well, 
  before she moves to an as of yet unattended stretch of Tierth's hide. She 
  gets to work once more, settling into a quiet rhythm, her features placidly 
  composed. This is clearly work that she enjoys, though she's still 
  occasionally blushing at the ongoing conversation.

Maylia catches Kassi'a facetious comment over the splashing and scrubbing 
  going on nearby, and peers at her green. Satisfied, she calls back, "Don't 
  go giving Tierth any ideas, now!" Anyone who's been around the weyr might 
  realize it's been a while since this one rose.

Aladis nods to Sandar, "I think that's Asabeth's way of saying 'scrub away'."

Saskia grins at Kassima, "I can see that, but I like it being just us girls 
  here, except for J'lyn and Sandar of course. I really can see all the 
  differences in greens with so many here."

Ro is soon soaked through, the white cotton of her clothing clinging to her 
  skin and loosing some of its opaqueness. She does not seem to notice the 
  change.

Aladis finds herself a spot to sit in and settles down, crossing her legs as 
  she watches the candidates and dragons. Her expression is contemplative as 
  her gaze catches on each of the Candidates in turn.

Sandar grins at Aladis and nods. "Sounds good," and orders Asabeth, "alright, 
  roll around in the water for a moment so you can get all wet... that way I 
  don't have to transport water all the way up there."

Kassima calls over to Maylia, "What, and risk giving Lyss some of her own? Nay 
  that 'tis anywhere near her time, Faranth be thanked!" She shoots a *look* 
  towards her soaking green, receiving the usual rumblesnorted reply. "Eh, 
  well, just wait until you get a gander at some of the ladies--though you're 
  right; there's a fair amount of variation just here."

Ro muses to Kassi "When will Lysseth be risin again? It's been a long time."

Asabeth gives Sandar a /look/. But finally, with a snort that ruffles his 
  hair, she lumbers into the water getting herself wet. When she's splashed 
  around enough, she comes back out and settles down near Sandar, head over 
  him, dripping water onto him in a continuous stream. She couldn't possibly 
  have filled her mouth with water simply to have more to drop on him. Nope, 
  not Asabeth.

Mehlani, observed by Aladis, can be seen to be quietly working, occasionally 
  glancing from face to face as she follows the conversation. She blushes 
  again, right after Ro's question to Kassima.

Kassima squints up at the sky, ostensibly considering this. "Eh, let's see... 
  she rises about once a Turn, does my Lyss--seldom, as greens go, but I 
  hardly mind. 'Twill likely be four or five months more."

Maylia snorts in response to Kassi, and also to Ro. "Just so long as we don't 
  repeat last time. I don't fancy going through -that- again!" The young rider 
  mock-shudders, a grin flashing to take any sting from the comment. "Tierth, 
  love, duck a bit to get your back wet?"

Sandar winces as the water splitches on his head and dribbles down his face to 
  his chin. "Okay. You're wet enough," he mumbles to the green. Then, he 
  climbs up a foreleg and starts scrubbing away at her green hide, reminding 
  himself not to go ordering around dragons like that very often.

Aladis pats a hand against her still flat abdomen lightly, "Hopefully Asabeth 
  will be content to not Rise again until /after/ this babe is born."

Asabeth settles down to be scrubbed and looks the like absolute soul of 
  innocence.

Saskia gazes at Kassima for a few moments, listening intently, then sidles 
  over to Mehlani, "need any help?"

Kassima flicks a sympathetic grin Aladis's way. "Eh, so long as she picks the 
  first few months for it if'n she decides to, methinks you'd live. Lyss rose 
  during m'fourth month with Khari, though nay 'tall while 'twas bearing 
  Kaylira."

Sandar nods to Aladis. "I wonder if the babe will be as... potent... as its 
  father," he muses to himself. "That'd be quite something." It's obvious he 
  has very little clue what he's talking about. Shrugging, he foams down the 
  settled-down Asabeth.

Ro scrubs away, moving to help Maylia with her dragon's back, she muses to no 
  one in particular "Wonder if Cygnith will come over to be washed." She 
  quickly adds "Not that you aren't wonderful, Tierth."

Berylle blinks at Sandar. "What _do_ you mean by potent anyway?"

Mehlani turns her solemn blue gaze to Saskia, ponders, then gravely nods, 
  gesturing with one damp hand down to the other side of Tierth's wing. This 
  is, it would seem, Mehlani's way of suggesting that the other girl take that 
  section of dragon.

Aladis eyes Sandar, "You watch it, mister. I /am/ an Assistant Weyrlingmaster. 
  If you manage to Impress, you'll be all mine to do with as I please."

Richenda heads over from the central bowl.
Richenda has arrived.

Moody? Who, Aladis? Nah.

Tierth rolls just a bit, careful to not catch any of the candidates under a 
  wing, getting her back wet for her rider who clambers up. The wing 'Lani's 
  working on gets lifted from the water, preventing any further cleaning until 
  this new creature, Saskia, can be whuffed at and thorougly inspected.

Sandar shrugs to Berylle. "Potent," he replies shortly. "You know." He gets 
  back to scrubbing diligently. At Aladis' comment, he blinks. "I uh... yes 
  ma'am," he rattles off.

Saskia nods to Mehlani "okay I can scrub the other side of the wing. Better do 
  what you do first though. A greeting?" then wades over to Tierth's head, and 
  greets the green in the same way her fellow candidate did.

Richenda stands near the edge of the beach, foot tapping, arms crossed, brow 
  quirked midway to her hairline.

Kassima blinks at Aladis's comment, her attention drawn away from Sandar's 
  ever-so-fascinating potency perplexment. "You are? Congratulations, then, 
  Aladis--I'd nay heard of your promotion. Riche! G'deve!"

Mehlani advises Saskia, "It's good to say hello to dragons." This is delivered 
  with quiet wisdom, and then Mehlani returns to slow, but thorough, scrubbing 
  of the green before her.

Aladis grins at Kassima, "I'd say Ursa was none too thrilled at the tap, but 
  I'm excited for the chance. Though, I was almost certain Kerlyn would 
  eviscerate me when I found out I was pregnant."

Tierth pauses, eyes on Saskia for a long, and perhaps unnerving moment, before 
  she relents. The wing returns to easy reaching level, as the dragon exhales 
  with a long, warm, damp, shchufffff. Alright.

Aladis lifts a hand in greeting to Richenda, the sternness in her tone 
  completely gone after her quip to Sandar about Impressing and what happens 
  after. Asabeth, for her part, makes all sorts of happy noises while being 
  scrubbed. And silly, blissful faces.

Maylia clears her throat, from her place between Tierth's wingshoulders. 
  "Tierth! Behave! She's asking!" A deep rumble answers her, any still water 
  nearby jumping a little from the vibrations. "Sorry bout that!" She calls 
  down to the candidate in question.

"I hope," proclaims the headwoman with a voice that, without shouting, has the 
  earmarks of a sound that could carry from Telgar to High Reaches on a gentle 
  spring breeze, "all of these frolicking Candidates are Candidates who have 
  finished chores, hmm?"

Sandar sloshes through the water to one of Asabeth's hind legs. He takes a 
  breath and pops underwater, then resurfaces with one of the green's toes 
  lugged in his arms. He heaves it upwards, murmuring, "lift, now," trying to 
  haul it onto his shoulder so he can scrub it with the other hand.

Berylle says "I've finished two sets of chores, ma'am! And I have the scars to 
  prove it."
Berylle grins.

Asabeth relents after a moment of Sandar's wrestling and holds up her foot on 
  her own.

Kassima chuckles and offers, "Congratulations on that, too, by the by. This'll 
  be your first, won't it?" She quiets down a bit as Riche asks that pointed 
  question of the Candidates, lest she interrupt.

Sandar blinks at Richenda's comment. "You mean, Candidate chores aren't 
  endless? You actually _can_ be finished with them?" he mumbles to himself. 
  Then, to Richenda, he replies politely, "for the most part, ma'am."

Mehlani blinkblinks in Richenda's direction, nonplussed. Her face clearly 
  broadcasts a bemused .oO (Frolicking?) and she glances from Lorieth to 
  Tierth, still in the middle of steady dragonwashing. She waits until she 
  catches the Headwoman's eye, and once she does, bobs her head gravely by way 
  of reply.

Aladis nods to Kassima, also lowering her voice. "Aye. I'm a bit nervous about 
  it, myself. But, women've been doing it for generations. I'll survive."

Berylle says "Well, actually, I don't have a scar from the second chore, 
  although my rear end is sorta sore. It didn't really leave a scar, but 
  possibly a bruise."

Saskia gazes back gimlet-eyed at Tierth, scarely daring to breath. Then as 
  Tierth looks away, she dutifully wades over to the proffered wing and begins 
  to sccrub with her brush. She pauses for a moment to nod solemnly to 
  Mehlani. "Sounds good to me. They also seem to have different personalities 
  too. This one seems quieter like you. And that one" she gestures towards 
  Asabeth "makes goofy faces." She looks back at Maylia, "No problem" she 
  calls back cheerily, "I'm very new here, so I have no idea what to expect so 
  it's all interesting" and adds more quietly, "if unnerving."

Kassima remarks with cheerful, pitiless honesty, "There're reasons enough t'be 
  nervous, Faranth knows... but 'tis worth it. You may find that hard 
  t'believe in the coming months, but 'tis i'truth. I hear that felicitations 
  are due D'ton as well?"

Sandar nods to Berylle. "I cut myself paring tubers the other day... right on 
  my chin. It might leave a bit of a scar there."

Berylle leans over to look at Sandar. "Eh, you'll live, I've had worse than 
  that!"

Aladis nods, "Though, I'm not sure if he's had a chance to tell Siani yet, so 
  I don't know how much he's nosing it about." She chuckles, "He's more 
  nervous than I am about it atll."

Mehlani turns back to Saskia, and smiles a little, murmuring to her, "Yes... 
  all dragons do... wait until you see Milleniuth in flight."

Berylle rolls up her pant leg to show Sandar her knee. "See? Lotsa scuffs."

Richenda continues as she draws nearer the water, "Dragonwashing is a 
  priviledge, not a chore. Nonriders are honored whenever they're allowed to 
  touch a dragon, so this may _seem_ like work but it's really play. So. Enjoy 
  it for what it is and treat these beasts well. Ahh..." She looks Berylle's 
  way, searching for any permanent damage. "As for scars and bruises and sore 
  muscles...poor pookies all. It's part of our life. Besides, hard-working 
  Candidates get, I hear, cider and fresh-baked cookies later. I hear." Pause. 
  "MAYbe."

Sandar nods to Richenda. "Yes, ma'am," he agrees politely.

Berylle smiles at Richenda, "Okay, so I only have one real chore for the 
  today. But you can check the tubers if you like!"

Saskia bobs her head to Richenda and gives the Headwoman a startled look, then 
  whispers to Mehlani, "Who's Milleniuth? And why should I see her? And isn't 
  this a chore too?" the series of questions rattled off in a bewildered tone
[part of a pose lost here?]
  Sounds pretty painful."

Richenda winks at Berylle. "The tubers are already well-mashed and baked, all 
  evidence gone to the ways of heat and cooking, I'm afraid, my dear."

"Milleniuth is the fastest green in the Weyr," says Mehlani softly and sagely. 
  "She's very acrobatic."

Ro says in a clear, level voice "The infirmary has been scrubbed."

Asabeth snorts, abruptly. Aladis calls over, "Carefuly what you claim, 
  Mehlani. Asabeth will force Melleniuth to prove it.

Berylle says "Darn! If only I'd saved the tuber that looks like D'ton."

Tierth slowly turns her head to the whispering two, hot breath flickering 
  overhead, eyes whirling as she watches them.

Saskia peers at the dragon in front of her, and furrows her brow, "They're 
  athletic? But they're so huge?" she stops whispering when Tierth looks at 
  her, "Am I hurting her?" though in fact she's probably not scrubbing hard 
  enough for a dragon's tough hide.

Sandar works his way across Asabeth's flank, splashing water on it as he 
  scrubs lather into it. When the green snorts, he looks up to see if it was 
  something he did; finding out it was an unrelated snort takes him back to 
  his scrubbing.

Maylia adds her voice to Aladis', with a chuckle. "Milleniuth's fast, 'Lani, 
  but she's got nothing on Tierth's acrobatics. Fast moves are naught if you 
  can't do it in Fall."

Kassima corrects breezily, "Nay, Lysseth's the fastest green in the Weyr; 
  Milleniuth's second-fastest. I'll nay argue, though, that Mil has Lyss beat 
  all hollow where aerobatics are concerned."

Mehlani peers round to Aladis and Asabeth, and calls earnestly, "E'rian would 
  probably race you if you challenged him. He _is_ like that." She smiles a 
  little, blushing just a bit, as Maylia, Kassima, and Aladis all defend their 
  own greens; this doesn't seem to surprise her.

Richenda watches the dragons and their washers for a moment or two before 
  stepping away, bemusement on her lined visage. "Ay me," she sighs, shaking 
  her head with a chuckle.

Ro adds, the thought having just occured to her "R'val ate the last of the 
  cookies. Unless more have been baked......"

Saskia giggles a bit, and murmurs to Mehlani "It's like mothers with their 
  children. They all have to be the best. I'll keep that in mind."

"And would I let that bluerider eat cookies intended for _good_ Candidates?" 
  Richenda inquires archly, foot tapping once again.

Aladis waves Richenda over to where she and Kassima sit, "Come join us, Riche?"

Sandar shakes his head to Ro. "Not yet, I'm afraid," he replies, crawling atop 
  Asabeth. "I had to run errands today. Lots of 'em, one after another. And 
  they criss-crossed, too, so I mixed some of 'em up."

Richenda, nodding to Aladis, steps closer to the two greenriders while her 
  watchful gaze remains on those for whom she and Rennick are presently 
  responsible.

Kassima invites Richenda, "Come and sit a spell with us, Riche? Augh, Aladis, 
  get *out* of m'head; I swear that you're starting t'scare me." Mehlani's 
  comment draws her a thoughtful look. "Another green race mightn't be a bad 
  idea, at that," she muses.

Aladis boasts to the Candidates, "Don't let a green's size fool you. There's a 
  reason they make up the bulk of the Weyr's dragons. Browns and bronzes can 
  hold out a whole flight, but they're no where near as flexible as the greens 
  and blues when it comes to chasing Thread down."

Sandar hops over Asabeth's tail so he's on the *other* side from Richenda. 
  She's got that _look_ in her eye. Rennick's probably been tutoring her in 
  The Look at night. Late at night, when innocent Candidates and Assistant 
  Stewards are sleeping.

Mehlani bobs her head gravely to Saskia, and murmurs to her, "Yes... and 
  E'rian and his friends like to gamble a lot, but that's very common for 
  Weyrfolk."

Berylle listens to Aladis. "But aren't browns stronger?"

Richenda inquires _sotto voce_ as she plunks herself down near Kassima and 
  Aladis, "They're behaving themselves and having fun, yes? They look to be. 
  Thank you both."

"Browns'll last a whole Fall, yes, but they're not as flexible as the Greens 
  are," comes Aladis' response. "They're all important, but it's the Greens 
  and Blues that keep the majority of Thread from falling 'twixt the wings. 
  It's the Browns and Bronzes who hold the patterns together and steadfastly 
  keep the Flights going."

Aladis nods to Richenda, "They're doing well enough for now. Though some of 
  them need a bit of watching." The greenrider nods her chin towards where 
  Sandar scrubs at Asabeth's hide.

Berylle ponders Aladis' words. "My Ma was a brownrider. Here."

Kassima murmurs under her breath to Richenda, "I think so, aye... though 
  J'lyn's t'be accredited for bringing them here, nay I." Raising her voice a 
  bit, she adds in support of Aladis, "All dragon colors have their strengths 
  and weaknesses. If'n you've never seen an aerial display, you should 
  sometime... that's when greens and blues really show off what they can do, 
  outside of 'Fall."

Saskia nods to Mehlani, talking to her quietly and solemnly "I guess being a 
  rider is a big gamble." She smiles ruefully, "Being a candidate too for that 
  matter. Have you ever been a candidate before? Or is that a bad question to 
  ask?"

Aladis nods, "Nothing wrong at all with brownriders. I rather prefer some of 
  them myself." She grins, "But green's where my marks lie." The look she 
  sends towards Asabeth holds more emotion than can be described.

"This is my first time," replies Mehlani readily. The question coaxes a 
  sudden, sheepish smile out of her.
Mehlani glances at Aladis, too, directing some of that smile there as 
  Asabeth's rider remarks upon brown riders.

Berylle looks at you for a moment.

Kassima chuckles and comments in an amused tone, "Brownriders are 
  evil--especially if'n they're male and their names start with M or C. But 
  they do make life interesting... I'll grant 'em that."

Berylle frowns at Kassima.

Aladis chuckles at Kassima. "I'd have to agree with you on that one."
 
Mehlani peers around Tierth again, towards Kassima, and looks almost wry, 
  though the shift in her expression is subtle. "K'star," she remarks gravely, 
  "is not evil." And with that, she vanishes behind Tierth again.
 
Saskia smiles a bit, "I didn't realise the colours banded together so much."

Aladis looks over towards Asabeth, seeing Sandar finish up. "Well, Asabeth and 
  I must be on our way. A bit of watchriding to make up for limited 
  Betweening." The green lumbers out of the water and towards the bowl without 
  waiting for her rider. Aladis, for her part, makes her goodbyes to Kassima 
  and Richenda, then follows her dragon.

Asabeth lumbers in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering 
  lake.
Asabeth has left.

"Well... he's as un-evil as anyone related t'me *can* be," Kassi allows 
  readily enough. "Still, there can be nay denying that Mart and Cav are, 
  between themselves, the sources of all things evil on Pern. Clear skies 
  t'you, Aladis!"

Aladis grins at Kassima's comment as she makes her way out.
Aladis heads in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.
Aladis has left.

Saskia nudges Mehlani gently, "Who's K'star?"

Mehlani turns a trifle pink, and confides to Saskia, "He is Kassima's 
  cousin... brown Indyth's rider... E'rian is his younger brother."

Saskia giggles, "Those two riders who were chasing after you? You must be a 
  hot mama to have two after you at once." Though it'd pretty clear from the 
  way she says 'hot mama' that she doesn't know what it really means.

Mehlani pauses, and _stares_ in apparent startlement to Saskia -- though what 
  exactly startles here isn't exactly easy to define. Perhaps it's Saskia's 
  entire statement. She turns from pink to crimson, and finally clears her 
  throat delicately and murmurs, "K'star... is, um... well, he and I are 
  close, but E'rian..." She trails off, peers off to see if anyone is within 
  earshot, and then leans over to the other Candidate to murmur something to 
  her.

Richenda takes a breath, sinks back in her seat, and murmurs to Kassima, "I 
  was never that young."

Mehlani confesses timidly, She mutters to Saskia, "... are... but... was... 
  alone... his..." 
Saskia senses "Mehlani confesses timidly, "E'rian and I are friends, but he 
  said he was going to leave me alone now. Because of his brother. You've... 
  seen them?""

Saskia blinksblinks at Mehlani and blurts out, "Why can you be friends with 
  both of them?"

Kassima asks of Richenda, toying absently with one of the rings on her belt, 
  "What was it 'twere wishing earlier t'speak t'me about in regards to 
  m'fire-lizards, Riche? And oh, you surely were... if'n I can recall being 
  that young--though methinks m'concerns were more for m'gang of 'lizards and 
  m'growing dragon at that age--then surely you can."

Ro tilts her head "Never how young?"

"Oh... they're both _friends_," Mehlani murmurs tinily, anxious not to give an 
  incorrect impression. She settles back into scrubbing down Tierth, anxious 
  not to neglect the dragon, either.

Richenda shrugs, waving her hand at the Candidates. "As young as all you. And 
  by the way, Kassima my sweeting, yes, I did want to mention that I worry 
  about how much your collection of firelizards eat. We're not here to keep a 
  flock of flittering VTOLS eating, my dear."

Saskia peers at Mehlani, "So why wouldn't they both want to be your friend? 
  You can have as many friends as you like." she seems genuinely confused.

Ro manages a fraction of a smile "Weren't you talkin' about when you were 
  Mehlani's age the other day in the kitchen?"

Richenda gives Mehlani a speculative glance. "I was NEVER that innocent. Nope. 
  Never. Nu-uh."
"And I don't see how a weyrbred lass CAN be," concludes the Headwoman.

Saskia glances at Richenda then gazes curiously at Mehlani. "Innocent?"

Mehlani draws in a breath, seemingly struggling for words, and she peers 
  around again as if to ascertain that nobody has, in the last thirty seconds, 
  come into immediate earshot. She then leans back to Saskia and blurts out 
  very softly, "They both wanted to be more than friends but E'rian backed off 
  because of his brother." This pronouncement is also delivered _quite_ 
  uncharacteristically rapidly, as if Mehlani finds it easier to state it at 
  top speed, and she immediately presses her mouth shut again, punctuating her 
  words with another deep rose blush.

Kassima's eyebrows rise in the by now well-known indicator of surprise on her 
  part. "Worried how much they eat? Well, several of 'em hunt and eat snakes; 
  a few more settle for scraps from Lysseth's kills... 'twas nay aware 'twere 
  making that much of a dent in the Stores." She then has to laugh at this 
  comment from the delightfully off-color Headwoman. "Remind me t'mayhaps be 
  glad I'm Holdbred, then! Shells, she's all of... what, sixteen? Still young 
  enough t'be innocent by a good margin."

Ro says at the revalation "Innocent, oh......." and lapses into silence with a 
  light blush.

Saskia gazes at Mehlani with new respect, "Wow! I guess some boys do like the 
  quiet shy type. I thought riders didn't care about that kind of stuff . LIke 
  they could both do you. Or something."

As Kassima and Richenda's conversation begins to filter round Tierth's 
  gleaming form to Mehlani, the girl blushes even more thoroughly, and focuses 
  squarely on scrubbing a flaky patch of Tierth's hide into nonexistence. 
  Saskia's observation makes her glance at the other girl again, but the only 
  reply she can manage is, of all things, a squeak.

Richenda continutes on the firelizard rant, ignoring the discussion about 
  Mehlani, "Not to mention how much time oiling and bathing and all must take. 
  They're nuisances, Wingleader, nuisances. Felines and ratting canines can 
  get tunnelsnakes for us, and they're a sight less...well...flitty."

Ro chimes in "And they shed hair all over the place."

Richenda counters, sniffing, "Fur. That's called fur."

"Several of 'em just take dips in the oil bin when I'm oiling Lyss, and get 
  their baths the same way," Kassima continues to argue, as the red-tinged 
  queen on her right shoulder peers rather suspiciously at Richenda. "Aside 
  from which, they deliver messages, aid in Lysseth's washings, and sometimes 
  can be convinced t'play with the lasses. They also don't require half so 
  much care as any feline."

Ro says "Hair or fur, it's disgustin' to find it in your food."

Mehlani swallows hard, and then finally manages to demurely murmur to Saskia, 
  "The, um... all the boys I know... they're all very honorable..." Never mind 
  that her father's dragon would personally roast to a crisp any lad that 
  wasn't honorable to her, and never mind that she hasn't expounded upon the 
  rogueish tendencies of E'rian, green Milleniuth's rider. "The riders and the 
  crafters and the Weyrfolk, all...!"

Richenda scoffs at this last, noting, "Felines are exceedingly independent 
  creatures and can do other things. I just hate seeing them flitter in and 
  out of the living cavern like oversized VTOLs out for an afternoon spree 
  through my stew and wherry trimmings, for the love of Faranth and her gilded 
  nipples."

Richenda adds to Ro, "And half the hair you might see in food's from people 
  anyways, I'd bet."

Ro shakes her head "Not unless it's from babies."

Kassima nods in agreement with Ro. "I've naught against felines, mind, but 
  I've plenty against a critter that can't seem t'feed itself, leaves messes 
  all over the place, and might just walk off a ledge some day if'n you didn't 
  watch carefully. Have m'lizards really made such nuisances of themselves in 
  the Cavern? I can have Lyss speak to 'em about it, but I can hardly get rid 
  of them, Riche... even if'n I wanted to. Which," she adds, amiably but with 
  firmness lurking behind the geniality, "I don't."

Saskia hrms thoughtfully, "I guess not." She peers at Mehlani, "Sorry didn't 
  mean to embarass you." she says apolegetically, "Ren told me that weyrfolk 
  talk about sex all the time." a brief pause, "Well, do /you/ like either of 
  them?"

"Anything that gives me cause to duck in my own living cavern's something that 
  annoys me worse than sand in my swimsuit at Boll," Richenda notes, then, 
  nodding to Ro, simply shrugs. "Have it your way. I just don't see that 
  they're worth having dozens of, that's all. And Ro, come to think on it, 
  hair'd best not be in the food from Ofira's kitchens."

"I, um..." This is all Mehlani says on the issue of whether Weyrfolk 
  constantly discuss sex, though she smiles with a little more steadiness to 
  her fellow Candidate as she appends softly, "K'star is always very sweet to 
  me."

Ro nods "Not often, but every once in a while."

Saskia nods to Mehlani, "Okay, okay." she holds up her hands defensively, 
  "Look. I just got here a few days ago. I know weyrfolk are different. I just 
  haven't figured out quite how yet. I never doubted their honour."

Ro goodnaturedly teases Mehlani "And he's not all that heavy, either. Right 
  'lani?"

Mehlani blinks, taken aback in turn at Saskia's reaction. Perplexed, she 
  lowers her brush off Tierth's hide, and blurts, "I didn't mean to sound 
  angry -- I'm sorry, I'm not... um..." At Ro's further comment, she abruptly 
  makes a strange, choked little noise that sounds suspiciously like nervous 
  laughter.

Saskia smiles, "It's easy to be sweet to you, Mehlani." She peers at Ro, "What 
  does his weight have to do with anything?"

Kassima's mouth thins slightly, and her brows lower just a touch, but that's 
  the only hint of anything besides the usual friendly flippance in Kassi's 
  expression. "I suppose I should be grateful that the rest of 'em remained at 
  Benden then," she remarks wryly, "or went some other place, once they were 
  wild. I'll endeavor t'keep m'fair from your presence or notice if'n 'twill 
  make you happier, Headwoman." She scritches Zabreneva's eyeridges with one 
  fingertip, soothing the increasingly irate creature.

Ro comments "Inside joke, Siskia."

Juliath lumbers in from the central bowl.
Juliath has arrived.

Meli heads over from the central bowl.
Meli has arrived.

Mehlani smiles timidly to Saskia, relief flickering across her blue eyes. She 
  keeps blushing, though, as she glances between her two fellow Candidates, 
  and she finally sheepishly explains to Saskia, "Ro and I... had to move 
  K'star one night. He was a little drunk."

Ro blinks "Oh my, -another- green!"

Richenda gets to her feet and gives Kassima a pat on the head...avoiding the 
  annoyed creature sitting with her. "I'm sorry, dearie. If they make you 
  happy, let them flit around and flap around. They do seem to love you. And I 
  should be getting back to the caverns."

Saskia nods to Ro, "Okay." then giggles at Mehlani's response, "Ren told me 
  riders did that, but I didn't believe him." She peers over at the newest 
  arrivals and nods politely to Mali.

Meli arrives in a saunter, following her green. "Soo...." she drawls. "S'up 
  here?"

Vidarth flies in from above and lands in the waters of the lake.
Vidarth has arrived.

Kassima smiles ruefully, as though regretting her annoyance, momentary and 
  mild though it may have been. "Eh, I'm sorry, Riche. I'm just rather 
  attached to the creatures... and they really can be sweet, when you least 
  expect it. I'll try and convince 'em t'tone it down, I promise."

R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch.
R'val has arrived.

"They usually have to during flights," Mehlani murmurs earnestly. She peers 
  around Tierth to take note of Meli and Juliath's arrival... and then that of 
  blue Vidarth and his rider.

Saskia blinks at Mehlani, "Why do they have to get drunk during flights?
  Doesn't it make it hard to fly their dragons?" then grins and waves to
  R'val.

Lysseth warbles cordially to her clutchsister, Lard-Legs.

Richenda heads in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering 
  lake.
Richenda has left.

Meli gives a wave of greeting, then pauses when Saskia speaks. "Enh?" she 
  comments sagely, obviously having misheard something.

Kassima, overhearing, raises her voice a bit to call a reply to Saskia. "They 
  usually get drunk *after* the flights, if'n they lose; either that, or find 
  someone t'be with. 'Tis the standard remedy for such matters. Meli! G'day, 
  m'friend; methinks you've just come upon the aftermath of a dragon-washing."

'Lani tilts her head, peering back at Saskia now, her brow crinkling a little. 
  She seems to put a lot of thought into choosing her words, and finally she 
  explains solemnly, "Well... mating flights, I mean... the dragons fly... and 
  it affects the riders... and if your dragon loses the flight, it's usually 
  easiest to have wine and then go to bed."

R'val hops off his dragon, and begins removing his straps, "Good eve, 
  everyone!"

Ro nods to the bluerider "Evenin' sir."

Saskia nods to Kassima and Mehlani, "Oh." she replies thoroughly non-plussed. 
  "I hope they don't lose often then."

R'val smiles towards Ro, "Evenin', Ro...How goes?" He shoos Vidarth towards 
  the water once his straps are off.

"It does happen a lot," murmurs Mehlani, a trifle sadly. She looks up, then, 
  and calls gravely to Meli and R'val, "Do you need help with your dragons?" 
  Never mind, either, that she's already worked on Lorieth and Tierth. As long 
  as she's still standing there dripping in the lake...

R'val glances at Mehlani, "Haven't you already helped with a few? Well, you're 
  welcome to if you still have any energy."

Ro studiously scrubs Tierth's hide "Just scrubbin'. All day today, even."

Mehlani says solemnly to R'val, "I'm fine." That's all she says, as she 
  glances between him and Meli, her head tilted slightly in query.

"Quite frequently, really... unless you're a greenrider. Then, you never 
  lose." She grins broadly, clearly pleased to be among the elite, the few, 
  the ultimate: the Greenriders.

R'val chuckles, as he watches Vidarth cavort, "Of course, if you have a male 
  dragon, you don't have to worry about getting proddy on a regular basis, 
  either. It's a trade-off..."

Saskia slips her arm around Mehlani, "She's looking tired again." Saskia looks 
  about the same as Mehlani actually, wet and weary. She grins at Kassima, 
  "You're lucky then."

Mehlani has, in fact, like the rest of the Candidates, had a busy day, but she 
  blinks and glances to Saskia at the girl's unexpected show of affection and 
  friendship. Smiling a bit startledly, she protests, "But if they need 
  help...?"

Meli takes a seat on the boulder, listening in silence to the chatter.

R'val shakes his head, "If you're tired, rest. You have more important chores 
  to perform than washing my dragon." He grins.

Saskia gives Mehlani a little squeeze then releases her, "Up to you, I guess. 
  Me, I'm going to get myself some stew. I'm starving!"

Mehlani hugs Saskia back, smiles gravely, and pauses to consider.

Kassima nods in affirmation, as she was indeed the perpetrator of that 
  nameless pose above. "Sharding straight. I keep a List, y'know, of why 'tis 
  better t'be a greenrider than any other color... 'tis even longer than 
  m'List of reasons nay t'be having a Weyrmate."

Mehlani finally moves to wade out of the lake, and she glances Kassima's way, 
  actually grinning a little. As she comes within easy earshot of Lysseth's 
  rider, she murmurs, "Duskfire Wing thinks I should Impress green."

Saskia grins tiredly at Kassima, "Well if it makes you happy." She wades 
  towards the shore, "I can't wait to get some hot food in my belly."

Juliath swims out into the warmer part of the lake. Thermal waters.

Saskia heads in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.
Saskia has left.

R'val wades into the lake after his dragon.

Kelon heads over from the central bowl.
Kelon has arrived.

Kassima regards Mehlani with a good-natured sort of amusement. "Lyss has 
  Searched several greenriders," she admits willingly enough. "V'dan, S'cot, 
  E'rian, and Thera come t'mind. She's also picked up one bluerider, one 
  brownrider, one bronzerider, and several who didn't Impress that go-round, 
  so 'twould nay go by her prior record in trying t'guess if'n 'twere you."

Kelon heads in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.
Kelon has left.

Meli pulls her feet up onto the boulder, wrapping her arms around her knees, 
  watching Juliath in the warm waters as she sits in comfortable quiet, 
  enjoying the moment.

Ro asks Kassi "Do you know what Cygnith has Searched?"

Mehlani just smiles a bit to Kassima, after glancing to Lysseth. Dripping, 
  dripping, and dripping, she wobbles over to drier ground, and fetches one of 
  the towels she'd brought out when J'lyn had brought her and Saskia and 
  Berylle out here.

With that, Kassi slides down off her rock and stretches. "Methinks I'd best 
  go... Kin and I were planning t'head out to the High Reaches this evening. 
  Meli, would you care t'come with, since we didn't get t'make our trip the 
  other day?" She purses her mouth, considering, but finally has to shake her 
  head at Ro. "I'truth, I don't recall. Asrai would likely be willing t'tell 
  you, though."

Ro nods "Well, I'm just surprised enough to have been searched."

"Hmmm," Meli considers. "Might be an idea, though I'd best be sure Tamlin's 
  all set f'the evenin'," she replies to Kassi. "This'd be a less formal trip, 
  I'd guess?"

Mehlani smiles warmly and abruptly to Ro, as she dries off.

Ro scritches Tierth for a few moments in parting, as the green seems quite 
  clean.

Kassima dips her head once in a nod to Meli. "Aye, certes. Meet you up in the 
  sky, then, once you've checked on him? Simaeva will have Khari and Kay 
  settled down for a story by now; I know she'll contact me if'n there's need."

Meli levers herself from the boulder, giving her lifemate a mental call. "Need 
  t'get Jul dry, but I'll meet y'in a few."

Juliath heads for shore. Thermal waters.

Ro wades out of the water, making an attempt to wring the water from her 
  skirt. After a bit she gives up, saying to herself "I'm just goin' to have 
  to get some dry clothes and change into them."

Kassima nods and waits on the shore for Lyss to resurface, then buckles her 
  straps into place with brisk efficiency. "G'night and clear skies, all," she 
  calls with a smile to those at the Shore before climbing aboard.
Kassima climbs up to Lysseth's lower neckridges with the aid of the riding 
  straps and the green's thoughtfully offered foreleg. She gives her lifemate 
  a fond pat on the neck once she is aboard.
Kassima has left.

Meli climbs smoothly up Juliath's extended foreleg and settles herself between 
  the neck ridges, as the green gives a welcome rumble from deep in her throat.
Meli has left.

Lysseth springs from the ground, the air from her wings churning up dust as 
  she takes to the skies.
Lysseth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her 
  aloft.
Lysseth has left.

Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to the ground, 
  giving her a gentle caress.
Meli has arrived.

Juliath lumbers in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering 
  lake.
Juliath has left.

Meli heads in the direction of the central bowl, leaving the shimmering lake.
Meli has left.

R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto the little 
  blue's back and straightening. He pets his lifemate's head once as Vidarth 
  rumbles excitedly, ready to fly.
R'val has left.

Vidarth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him 
  aloft.
Vidarth has left.

Mehlani finally smiles to Ro, and turns to trudge off, murmuring, "I need to 
  lie down...!"

['Lani heads off from the lake, and through the Bowl, and finally into
 the living cavern....]

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$)
Contents:
M'kla
Jorenan
Pierron
Lordie
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl  

Ro walks in from the bowl.
Ro has arrived.

Mehlani, quite soaking wet and with a towel wrapped about her shoulders, comes 
  trudging tiredly into the cavern, her hair hanging in loose tendrils about 
  her face and shoulders and back.
Ro walks in, not dripping wet, but nearly so. She follows close behind the 
  other candidate.

Mehlani goes trudging on through the cavern, after pausing to glance shyly in 
  the direction of Jorenan. Then, exhausted, and still dripping, she vanishes 
  off into the inner cavern.

You walk towards the inner cavern.
Inner Cavern(#1272RJL$)
Obvious exits:
Steam Baths  INFirmary  Candidate Barracks  Corridor  Weyrfolk Quarters  
  Living Cavern  

You part the curtain and step into the Candidate Barracks.
Candidate Barracks(#258RAHJ$)
Contents:
Jaynelle
Tarnish
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  
Type +candidate help for information.

Mehlani comes trudging into the room, and peers tiredly around before she 
  works on drying her wet frame off. Shortly thereafter, she bobs her head 
  silently to the Candidates present in the room, and shyly stretches out... 
  or perhaps more appropriately, collapses... onto her cot.
Mehlani's Cot(#15942Dabe)
You settle down on your cot.

[End log.]