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Log Date:
	4/2/98

Log Cast:
	(People) Kassima, A'lex, Mehlani, D'thon, Kindre, Tabitha, M'kla, 
R'val, Ro, Maylia, Jehrina, Ushu (NPC), Kailia, Emlyn, Ursa

	(Dragons) Nraith, Lysseth, Tierth, Veyath, Torinth, Spineth, Pleiath

	(Fire lizards) Rianet, Zabreneva, Kyril

Log Intro:
	Gold Leilanth, senior queen at Telgar Weyr, is proddy -- and most
of the Weyr is walking on eggshells around her rider Jehrina. This includes
Mehlani, who has Turns of experience of staying out of the way of proddy
riders, both green and gold. But with just about everyone _else_ in the Weyr
trying to avoid the Weyrwoman, too, Mehlani's usual sanctums are far more
crowded than usual....

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Your location's current time: 21:41 on day 21, month 5, Turn 22, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a spring evening.

You walk into the records cavern, leaving the bowl behind.
Records Room(#403RJs$)
Sounds echo off the cool stone walls of the records room, and bounce hollowly 
  off the uncarpeted floor. Though perfectly neat and dust free, this room 
  seems to maintain an aura of unease, though that may be the weight of the 
  ancient records that are contained within, and the heavy decisions that have 
  been formed here. A large, stained wood table with seats stretched along one 
  side stands on a raised area to the north, up a single step from the rest of 
  the room. The east and west walls are covered, ceiling to floor, with book 
  shelves and scroll shelves containing records dating back nearly to the 
  First Interval. The most stunning feature is the broad sheet of clear 
  muscovite that stretches across the ceiling like a giant skylight. Through 
  the skylight, some puffy white clouds skirt across the springtime sky.
An exit leads out into the bowl.
Contents:
D'thon
Sigourney
R'val
Tabitha
M'kla
Maylia(#15669PJce)
A'lex
Kassima
K'tyn(#7313PAJOc$)
Kindre
Ro
Telgar NPC List
Kyril
Turn Day Register
Weyr Coverage Map
Council Table
Obvious exits:
Bowl  

"You all," Kassima abruptly remarks, "remind me of a song. The Man Song. You 
  know the song, don't you, Kin? The one about that guy afraid of his mate, or 
  whatever 'twas? I don't really remember the words, but... great song. Great, 
  great song." She sits back in her chair, beaming up at the ceiling and 
  propping her booted feet up on the table surface. "D'thon, going t'be 
  placing your flight bets tonight?"

A'lex takes another gulp of Green, "Lo Lani!"

It is probably inevitable that Mehlani would have slipped in here; she does so 
  now, with an small stack of hides cradled gently in one arm, and with green 
  Rianet taking shoulder duty. However, she stops dead in the door at the 
  sight of the... crowd? Herd? Horde?... of people gathered in what is 
  normally a quiet sanctum, and her blue eyes go quite wide under her hat brim.

D'thon starts counting on his fingers quietly. "Not if you're the one 
  taking'em, Kassi," he grins.

"I do know it," Kindre replies and bobs her head. Apparently her quietness has 
  been due to gazing up at her weyrmate. Or the wine. Both cause her cheeks to 
  flush and a smile to curl her lips. The arrival of Mehlani causes her to 
  wave to the young woman as well as D'thon. "'Tis becoming a party," she 
  remarks.

Kassima wrinkles her nose at D'thon. "Ach, why nay? Everyone else," she says, 
  gesturing expansively, "was willing enough! Just join the horde and bet on 
  Nraith. Simplicity itself! Y'know, I wish I had some green dye right now." 
  That's said while she's peering at A'lex's glass of Green.

Tabitha goes home.
Tabitha has left.

A'lex just laughs at Kassima, "Sure, actually..." He pulls five marks out of 
  his belt pouch, "I bet five that he DOES win. With my luck, I'm SURE to 
  loose!" Ahhh, drunk logic. "Green dye? I kinda *LIKED* the purple. Green 
  would be bad..."

D'thon makes a calculating sort of noise. "Ehh well... that'll have to wait 
  and see." His eyes, however, gleam as he glances to A'lex.

"Um... hello?" Mehlani whispers, hastily bolting towards the shelves that her 
  hides are intended for, while Rianet squints out at the gathering, 
  fluttering her silver-touched wings, eyes whirling in curiosity.

M'kla chuckles and ruffles A'lex's hair again.

A'lex giggles and grins at M'kla.

Kassima grins maniacally and scribbles down the bet. "You're on, bronzeboy! 
  Hah! And aye, *green* dye. Bet green'd really suit you. Hey, 'Lani! Who are 
  you going t'be betting on? Prometh, Nraith, or some other hapless bronze or 
  brown?"

D'thon locates a shelf to lean against, nodding quietly to Mehlani. "Hello," 
  he replies with an ironic grin.

"I-I...?" Mehlani blurts, peeking out from under her hat brim.

"You, you," Kassi helpfully confirms. "Hey, sir... *you* never placed a bet 
  either, did you?"

A'lex says "No green... purple was bad enough. It made the end of my... 
  well... I... nevermind."

'Lani goes a trifle pale. She peeks at D'thon and offers him a flicker of a 
  timid smile, then also peeks at Prometh's rider and Nraith's, and murmurs 
  tinily, "I... don't think I should bet..."

Kassima must be able to guess whatever A'lex was about to say, because she 
  very carefully sets down her glass before starting to laugh so hard that she 
  eventually causes her chair to fall back with a loud *thump.* "Ow," her 
  voice complains from the direction of the floor.

M'kla actually...laughs...at Kassima's plight, not hiding her smile behind her 
  flask.

D'thon coughs and tries not to laugh. Unsuccessfully, as it turns out.

R'val glances at D'thon and hides a grn.

Ro speaks up for a change "Anyone have any ideas on what I should cook tonight?

A'lex swings his head slowly around to look at Ro, "Food would be good."

Kassima's feet twitch a bit; they're the only part of her left above floor 
  level, since they *were* propped on the table when she went keeling over. 
  Twitch, twitch. "Y'know," their owner says, quite conversationally, "I am 
  nay entirely certain that I can get back up. And you would nay believe how 
  many spinner-webs I can see on that ceiling."

Ro seriously considers popping the bronzerider a good one on top of the head.

A'lex says drolly, "Ya know, Greenrider, if'n I could manipulate the thongs, 
  I'd untie your boots and tickle your feet. You're lucky this green stuff is 
  so good."

Maylia leans on her hand, propped up by her elbow on the table. And considers 
  Kassi's boots. "Y'know...." She starts. "I could prolly do't, A'lex."

A'lex slowly swings his head around to Maylia, "Well, what ARE you waiting 
  for?"

Kassima starts giggling madly. "You *are* drunk! M'boots don't *have* any 
  ties, vtol-innards-for-brains!" There are some clacks and clatters from the 
  floor as Kassi tries to right her chair and herself at once, while her feet 
  remain on the table. This is a generally futile attempt. "Leave m'feet 
  alone, y'hear?"

Mehlani slips to the shelves, quietly filing her hides away, and staring back 
  with obvious trepidation at the riders.

D'thon chuckles. "Need any help?" he offers mildly.

Maylia apparently doesn't hear. Laces or no laces, she moves over to Kassi's 
  boots. "How in Faranth's name..." she can be heard to mutter.

A'lex fehs rather sloppily, "How am I supposed to know that? I can only see 
  the sharding bottoms of them. And wait! There's Murphy!"

M'kla chuckles quietly, not adding or subtracting from the ridiculous 
  spectical.

Kassima starts kicking wildly. "Murphy! Augh! Get him off, get him off!" This 
  finally frees her feet from the table, fortunately. The result is that the 
  greenrider is now sprawled on the floor, looking rather stunned and not at 
  all the model of a respectable Wingleader. "There's naught on m'boots," her 
  accusatory tone can next be heard to say from the floor.

A'lex snickers much like a dirty old man, "Oh, my bad."

M'kla all but ROARS at that, from her seat opposite the fallen 'leader.

Maylia holds one boot-clad ankle in one hand, and sips at her wine with the 
  other, contemplating the problem of The Boots. The wine gets sloshed out of 
  the cup, and into her lap, as with a kick her mentor frees the feet and the 
  boots.

It doesn't take long for Mehlani to return five hides to their proper places 
  on the shelves. The girl just lingers there out of the way, though, staring 
  wide-eyedly, evidently quite taken aback to have stumbled across this little 
  revelry. Rianet, on her shoulder, chitters inquiringly and takes wing; 
  before 'Lani can stop her, Ria flits over and lands on Kassi, peering 
  inquiringly into her face. Chirp?

D'thon blinks, resuming a watching posture. Too much fun to stop, of course.

A'lex says "Aye, Chirp..." He doubles over with laughter, "Chirp."

At last, with nothing bruised but her dignity (which has been thoroughly 
  battered into the ground at this point), Kassima manages to get to her feet. 
  If one of her boots is now a touch loosened and her braid has fallen forward 
  so that it hangs over her eyes and dangles down from the wrong side of her 
  head entirely, well, that's nothing compared to the sweet freedom of being 
  on one's own legs again. "I believe we were saying something about betting?" 
  she asks conversationally, then blinks and goes cross-eyed trying to see 
  past her hair to the 'lizard beyond. "Chirp-chirp t'you, too."

Maylia makes a disgusted face, whether at her inability to solve the Problem 
  of the Boots, the wine in her lap, or the waste of the wine. She just sits 
  there for a moment, letting the liquid soak into her trousers. "Uhgh."

"Oh, Ria, stop that," Mehlani murmurs, stepping forward to try to coax the 
  green off the green rider, as Rianet flutters steadily to keep her balance 
  -- and her hooked claws in Kassi's shirt -- as Lysseth's rider gets up. "I'm 
  so sorry, let me take her..."

A'lex fehs yet again, apparently it's his new fun thing to do, "Let her be 
  'Lani, she's probably helping Kassima balance..."

Kassima eyes the wet splotch on Maylia's pants, but isn't about to say a 
  thing; instead, she just blinks at 'Lani. With a wild toss of her head, she 
  manages to flip the rope of her braid back around to where it belongs. 
  "She's nay trouble, really," Kassi assures the girl, never mind that her 
  shirt will probably never be the same. "What just happened, anyway? One 
  minute, I was sitting... the next minute, my head said, 'Heyla, floor.' What 
  was *that*?"

Ro slides over to stand near 'lani. Safer there, maybe.

A'lex snickers, "Heyla, floor."

M'kla can't quiet seem to catch her breath, laughing as if she'd burst her 
  heart to boot. At Kassi's 'Heyla, floor', she's deep into guwaffs yet again.

Kassima turns her head about to give 'Lex her fiercest scowl, which would be a 
  lot fiercer if she could stop giggling. "I can balance perfectly well, 
  thankee! A sight better, I wager, than you could!"

Maylia brushes vainly at the damp spot, trying to lift the wet material from 
  contact with her skin. "Ugh." the young greenrider says again.

A'lex says "I'll not deny that."

Rianet, undaunted, scrambles up to Kassima's shoulder as long as the woman 
  appears to be more or less vertical -- Rianet knowing a shoulder is a perch, 
  after all. 'Lani turns and looks to Ro to acknowledge her drawing near, then 
  smiles weakly to A'lex and to Kassi. 'Lani's got her hands up to try to 
  pluck Rianet off the drunken rider, but as Ria and Kassi both don't seem to 
  mind, she lowers her hands again, ring glinting faintly in the room's light. 
  "Wrong cousin," she whispers to the fire lizard, who coos.

A'lex gives Maylia a Look, "Suck it out of the cloth woman! That's Benden yer 
  wearing!"

D'thon starts to laugh, glancing first at Kassi and then at the 
  obviously-uncomfortable Maylia. What a night this is, he thinks but doesn't 
  seem to add. At A'lex's suggestion, he nearly falls over.

Maylia nearly whines, shaking her head. "I'm not that flexible! I'd have to 
  take'em OFF to do that!" A glow seems to come alight over her head, but she 
  shakes her head in denial of that idea.

A'lex crows, "All Right!"

R'val eyes A'lex, "Oh yeah, the true nature of the Lecherous Bronzerider comes 
  forth when he's drunk..." he grins.

M'kla snorts, "Ye could help her out, lad."

Mehlani turns quite crimson. Drunken riders in the Records Room is one thing, 
  but drunken riders about to take their clothes off is quite another. "Ria, 
  come now," she whispers to the flit, reaching again for her and adding 
  anxiously to Kassi, not wanting to topple the woman over by her proximity, 
  "Please excuse me..."

Kassima grins a touch sheepishly at Mehlani, as Zabreneva--the gold on Kassi's 
  other shoulder--and Kyril, who was displaced by the fall, chirple a bit in 
  surprise. "Hey!" she abruptly yells, spinning around to point at 'Lex. "You 
  leave my mentee's pants *out* of this; there will be nay sucking on pants in 
  here! This is a place for... uh... well, for going over Records, but... also 
  for *really* going over Records."

D'thon nods sagely. "Too true, friend R'val, too true." Then he continues 
  howling with laughter.

A'lex fehs at R'val, then just for image, Leers at Maylia. At M'kla's comment 
  he merely says, "I'm an honestly Weyrmated man, I can look, I can't touch..."

Ro says "That just goes to show you how much to give him right before 
  Leilanth's flight."

Kassima then turns to blink at 'Lani in bewilderment. "Huh? Oh, right, your 
  'lizard... go right ahead. She's a nice 'lizard, though."

Mehlani darts her hands in and scoops Rianet off Kassi's shoulders, just as 
  Kassi whirls around to A'lex. Very narrowly avoiding being bopped by a 
  swinging braid, Mehlani murmurs scoldingly to her little green, "Behave, 
  now..." And she looks around the room again, before giving Ro a glance, and 
  piping up breathlessly, "I'll just, ah, leave you all to this..." She smiles 
  wanly to Kassima when the woman's gaze returns to her.

A'lex says "Leavin' so soon 'Lani?"

Maylia stands up, still holding the damp material from her skin. "Maybe I 
  could just wring'em out still wearing them?" She suggests.

Now held regally in Mehlani's hands, as if she were a little gold, Rianet 
  chirps cutely, and settles down again. Well, as long as 'Lani is going to 
  hold her, she might as well scritch her. Peremptorily, the little lass bumps 
  her head against 'Lani's fingers, while 'Lani murmurs to A'lex, "You all 
  look... _very_ busy... I'd just be in the way...!"

Kassima very, very carefully sets her chair back up, and even more carefully 
  sets herself back in it. "Nay more falling, now," she warns the furniture. 
  "I've had quite enough of the floor for awhile. Maylia, what you need t'do 
  is t'get some 'lizards t'breathe on 'em. That'll dry 'em right up."

A'lex says "Very busy? I think not."

D'thon nods again. "I do believe fire removes alcohol," he comments with a grin

A'lex gets a little gleam in his eyes, "Fire?"

Maylia gives her mentor a measuring look, then peers down at the red winestain 
  on her trousers. Somehow the image of a dozen-odd firelizards exhaling on 
  her thighs just doesn't appeal to her. "Um. That'd waste the wine, though?" 
  She attempts at reasoning.

A'lex says "Suck. It. Out."

M'kla all but rolls in the floor at that. Apparently the youngsters are the 
  best entertainment she's had in turns.

"_Very_, _very_ busy," Mehlani blurts, obediently scritching Rianet, shifting 
  the green to perch on her forearm. This is quite alright with Ria, even if 
  Mehlani is now apparently beginning a less than subtle retreat. "Do please 
  excuse me...!"

Ro begins to think Mehlani has the right idea "Wanna go make somethin' in the 
  kitchen?"

Kassima waggles one hand vaguely. "Oh, we're never too busy. Pull up a chair, 
  have some wine, put up some marks, whatever you fancy--Maylia, think about 
  it this way; d'you really *want* the wine after its been in your pants?" 
  Kassi then blinks. She's not quite sure how, but she *knows* that didn't 
  come out right.

Maylia gives A'lex an exasperated look, trying as she is to wring the wine out 
  of her trousers and into a glass. It's not very successful. "I _can't_!" the 
  girl states. She blinks, looking again at Kassi. "Alright, A'lex _you_ want 
  the wine, _you_ can suck it out." Another blink. Oh dear.

A'lex seems to ponder Kassi's statement for far too long, then proceeds on to 
  ponder Maylia's. "Oh no, not me. I'm not allowed to have anything from your 
  pants."

R'val uhs, "You want to let a drunk bronzerider suck on your pants? I'd 
  reconsider that."

Kassima lays her head against the table and covers it up with her hands. 
  "Where'd I go wrong?" she bemoans. "Where did she ever get the idea that 
  wine should be sucked out of pants?"

M'kla manages to get her breath again, just long enough to floored again, 
  putting her head on the table.

Maylia places both hands on the table before her, trying to make this 
  perfectly clear. "I'd take'em off, first!" Each syllable is pronounced as 
  clearly as a drunk greenrider can pronounce, but once said, she looks as if 
  she's giving what she just stated a bit of thought. That's not right.

R'val uhs, "take them off? Your pants? In public? Maylia, I don't think that's 
  wise."

Mehlani bobs her behatted head to Ro. The kitchen! Never mind that that place 
  is typically inhabited by the Dread Ofira, the Wielder of the Frying Pan of 
  Doom. It sounds like a _much_ safer place to her, right now. "I can't bet," 
  she blurts to Kassima, in the meantime, blushing deeply and piping out a 
  brief word in edgewise as the discussion of Maylia's pants continues.

"Naaaaaaay, nay nay nay nay nay! You do *nay* take off your pants in the 
  middle of a room full of drunk people so that someone can suck wine out of 
  'em," Kassi says, looking up now to shake her finger at her mentee. "Didn't 
  they teach you this in Weyrling training? Yeesh! All the important stuff 
  gets skipped these days!"

D'thon shakes his head. "Oh, deeear."

A'lex just has this really goofy grin on his face. "If'n you take them off, 
  I'll do it."

Kassima then once again turns to blink somewhat foggily at Mehlani. "You don't 
  have marks?" she asks, amazed. To her, that seems to be the only way 'I 
  can't bet' could possibly be true.

Mehlani explains awkwardly, "You see... I do so like Prometh, and Nraith... 
  but if Indyth is in the flight..." She turns even redder, trails off, and 
  finishes, "Oh dear. I..." She flicks a desperate look at Ro. Help her out 
  here?

A'lex says "Ye don't have to bet on Nraith, lass. I'm hoping he doesn't win."

Ro says "I'll lend you a 32nd to bet on Indyth, if'n you like."

"Kes is going t'run, run, run," Kassi sings. "He doesn't want Indyth to chase. 
  Nay way, nay how, say g'night and pass the cheese-noodles. 'Lex, will you 
  just give it up and leave her pants *alone*?"

A'lex frets, "But the WINE...."

R'val eyes A'lex, "It isn't wine anymore. It's a stain on someone's clothing 
  now, y'know.'

Maylia begins to unbuckle her trousers, then stops at R'val and Kassi's 
  admonishments. "Well, tis better than in private, where folks might wonder 
  what two weyrmated riders are up to? Isn't it?" At A'lex's challenge she 
  makes as if to start again. "Besides, m'tunic's long. I won't be 
  showin'nothing. An'I wear less'n this in the hotsprings."

A'lex says "It's BENDEN wine..."

R'val says "No, it's a BENDEN WINE STAIN."

M'kla laughs helplessly, her head down on the table.

R'val glances at Maylia as if the greenrider has lost her mind, "Here's a 
  suggestion: go change, and have the pants WASHED. Instead of having a person 
  lick them clean, for Faranth's sake.'

D'thon quiety steps in. "What," he quietly inquires, "is the difference?"

Kassima points out with something approaching sobriety, "Tas would kick your 
  rump from here t'High Reaches if'n he heard you were sucking on his 
  weyrmate's pants while he was at Ista. He'd take it the wrong way, y'know. I 
  mean... if'n 'twere Channie, how would *you* take it?" Sighing, she takes up 
  her glass of Green again. "But if'n you want to, hey, go ahead! Have a 
  party! You'll be sorry when the Harpers write a ballad about it!"

Maylia puts her hands on her hips rather defiantly. "B'sides. Isn't it worth 
  it to see a bronzerider sucking on a winestain?" She's not too far gone to 
  realize that this might be humourous to others

A'lex says "Fine then, suck your own pants Maylia..."

Mehlani, at Kassima's news, draws in a long sigh of what is clearly relief. 
  And as attention diverts away from her, she promptly flees out into the Bowl.

You slip out of the records cavern.
Southern Bowl(#396RJL$)
Contents:
Azeth
Wroxath
Nraith
Lysseth
Tierth
Tigros
Veyath(#3233JQepqs)
Obvious exits:
Living Cavern  Central Bowl  Weyrleaders' Complex  Outer Infirmary  Guest Weyr 
   Records Room  

Ro walks out of the records cavern.
Ro has arrived.
Ro slips out, close on Mehlani's heels.

Mehlani releases a breath, paused there out in the night air.

Ro looks at 'lani "That was wierd."

Mehlani bobs her head quietly, quickly, and breathes out, "He's not going to 
  chase..."

Nraith eyes the girls.

Lysseth has long since followed her rider's example and is now hiding her head 
  under her wing. If she doesn't acknowledge what an idiot her rider is being, 
  maybe the situation will just go away.

R'val walks out of the records cavern.
R'val has arrived.

Ro tilts her head "Who isn't?"

"Indyth," whispers Mehlani to the other girl, softly.

Tierth just sits watching the entryway to the records room, eyes whirling 
  slightly with agitation.

Ro says "Really? I thought all the eligible browns and bronzes were supposed 
  to. It is a leadership flight, after all."

"Kassima _said_," Mehlani whispers, peering off into the Records Room. She's 
  started to wring her hands, her features crinkled in worry.

R'val walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
R'val has left.

Ro shrugs and nods, not quite finding the words of a drink besotted greenrider 
  all that reliable a source of information.

"Oh, Ro," Mehlani breathes, "he _can't_ chase, don't you see...? Indyth will 
  _lose_, and then... oh..." She wilts a little, looking distraught.

Ro gives Mehlani a wide eyed look "And...and then what?"

Nraith looks up to Torinth's ledge.

"Kes would be _miserable_," Mehlani concludes. "I _know_... so... Indyth can't 
  chase Leilanth!"

Nraith's gaze swivels over to Leilant's ledge.
Nraith jerks his head around towards the records room and bugles with concern.

Veyath goes home.
Veyath has left.

Ro looks sad "But I'm sure you could cheer him up."

Above, Torinth leaps from Torinth's Ledge and flies into the air.
Torinth backwings for a landing.
Torinth has arrived.
Torinth lands in the middle of the others, hissing and shrieking like a flight 
  of dragons herself, all but stuffing her head into the opening of the 
  records room.

"Well, I'd send him my fair, of course," Mehlani murmurs, then she starts at 
  the commotion of the dragons, her eyes going wide. "What--"

Jehrina comes down the stairs from the Weyrwoman's Ledge.
Jehrina has arrived.

Tierth rears back suddenly, wings flaring out, and she makes room for Torinth 
  quickly.

Lysseth bugles in surprise and dismay, backing hastily away to allow Torinth 
  the room she needs.

Torinth hisses menacingly at Tierth, her nose still pressed to the entryway.

Jehrina sprints down from her ledge, dodging dragons. "What's going on?"

Nraith looks anxiously towards the living cavern.

On Mehlani's shoulder, Rianet, startled by the sudden flurry of activity of 
  the dragons, hunkers down in the shadow of her human's hat, creeling. 'Lani 
  whispers, "Oh no... M'kla...?"

A'lex sticks his head out the Records room door. "Someone bring a healer."

Ro smiles at the weyrwoman. "Evenin' ma'am."

Torinth begins to croon, going pale lime green with worry.

At 'Lex's brief emergence, Mehlani gasps, and immediately bobs her head at the 
  bronze rider. She whirls on her booted feet and darts off into the Infirmary.

Ro blinks and looks around, trying to make sense of it all..

[And a few moments later....]

Mehlani re-emerges, anxiously gesturing the first Healer she's managed to find 
  along with her, just barely restraining herself from physically grabbing 
  Ushu's hands to drag him.

Ushu is hurried along by the adolescent, bag full of gear in his arms, 
  muttering to himself as he takes in the hissing dragons.

Mehlani whispers, "Please, please hurry, it's M'kla!", and gestures 
  frentically with her dainty hands into the Records Room.

Torinth snakes her head around, to growl defiantly in the direction of 
  Leilanth's ledge, but backs out of striking reach of the cavern, with her 
  head curled so she might possibly see what occurs.

Ushu indeed does hurry, especially past Torinth. His mutters can be heard 
  between draconic bellows as he disappears into the records room.

Mehlani does not follow the healer, but she stays as near as she dares to the 
  upset dragons, looking after the man. Her eyes have turned liquid in her 
  worry, and she stands there biting her lip, one hand up and trying to soothe 
  her anxious little green.

Kailia comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Kailia has arrived.
Kailia wanders out, taking a deep breath of the clean spring air.

Near the Records Room are several dragons in assorted states of dismay -- and 
  one young behatted girl, Mehlani, biting her lip and wringing her hands. On 
  her shoulder, green Rianet is perched, her tiny eyes whirling yellow.

Nraith raises and lowers his head, trying to get a look at the cavern door, 
  but knowing well enough to stay far back from Torinth.

Above, Spineth leaps off the ledge he shares with green Pleiath.

Above, Pleiath leaps off the ledge she shares with brown Spineth.
Pleiath backwings for a landing.
Pleiath has arrived.

Emlyn slides down Pleiath's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps to the ground.
Emlyn has arrived.

Spineth backwings for a landing.
Spineth has arrived.

Ursa climbs carefully down with the assistance of Spineth's extended forelimb.
Ursa has arrived.
Ursa's face is crossed with worry and confusion as she descends from Spineth 
  right behind Emlyn's descent from Pleiath.

Kailia looks around, "What's wrong?"

Emlyn motions toward Torinth in answer to the girl's question. "M'kla is 
  unwell." She moves rapidly toward the record room.

Mehlani swings her blue gaze around and states plaintively, "Something has 
  happened to M'kla... they... many riders were in the Records Room... 
  talking, drinking... and then this...! I fetched Healer Ushu..."

Emlyn disappears into the records cavern.
Emlyn has left.

Ursa looks at Mehlani, frowning as she processes the news. "Shells!" she says, 
  and follows into the room.
Ursa disappears into the records cavern.
Ursa has left.

Kailia looks confused, "Drinking in the Records Room? Why there?"

Mehlani stays out of the way of the Records Room door and the dragons 
  clustered nearby, and hedges uncomfortably, "I... I didn't really ask..."

Nraith lets out an occasional warble of concern...

Kailia shakes her head, "Well, anyrate, I do hope she's allright. Had she had 
  very much?"

"I don't know," Mehlani whispers. "I-I ran out."

Two apprentices scurry from the infirmary, eyes rolling at agitated dragons, 
  and head into the records room with a stretcher between them.

Kailia shrugs, "Well, I don't suppose there's very much room in there, best to 
  wait out here and keep out fingers crossed."

Torinth slowly goes from threatening everything that moves near her, to 
  crouching and crooning in soft worry, huge yellow eyes whirling in concern 
  as she concentrates on the woman hidden behind the stone wall.

Silently bobbing her head to Kailia's observation, Mehlani does indeed keep 
  out of the way. Her gaze mostly lingers on Torinth.

Emlyn walks out of the records cavern.
Emlyn has arrived.
Emlyn uses Pleiath's forelimb as a step and seats herself between the green's 
  neckridges.
Emlyn has left.

Pleiath takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her 
  aloft.
Pleiath has left.
Above, Pleiath rises up from the bowl.
Above, Pleiath backs her dark green wings as she approaches the ledge she 
  shares with Spineth.

From within the living cavern, someone can be heard agitatedly shouting from 
  Mehlani, and a beat later, the girl's head snaps in that direction. "Oh 
  no... Arki, not _now_," she breathes. With a last anxious look at Torinth, 
  the girl bolts off, hanging onto her hat with one hand, and hanging onto her 
  green Rianet with the other.

[End log.]