The World of Pern(tm) is copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967.
The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

This is a log of roleplay on PernMUSH, available online by permission of
Anne McCaffrey, author of the Pern novels, and recorded by A.S. Korra'ti
(piper@murkworks.net), player of Mehlani of Telgar Weyr on PernMUSH.
This log may be distributed freely as long as this header remains intact.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Log Date:
	6/29/98

Log Cast:
	(People) Mehlani, Crysta, R'val, K'tyn, N'ren, Flannery, Sionelle,
Aurian, Kassima, V'dan (NPC emitted by Kassima), Maylia, Asrai, Saskia,
Neliea

	(Dragons) Kvasith, Veyath

	(Firelizards) Mehlani's fair, Rose

Log Intro:
	Mehlani has tried to tell herself that she's not severely disappointed
by her failure to Impress out of Leilanth's clutch... but truth be told,
she's taken it rather hard. And so she's decided for a time to get herself
out of the Weyr, in the hopes that she'll have a chance to rally back and
get on with her life. Fortunately, she has had just the place to go to:
Greystones Hold, home of the kin of Kassima and K'star and E'rian. K'star
has been more than delighted to spend time with her in his home Hold,
and while there, Mehlani has had all the eccentricity and song and lively
banter she could want, along with absolutely nothing that has to do with
dragons. Moreover, K'star has been the only person with whom she's
interacted who is connected with the Weyr -- and Indyth's ever-loyal rider
has his own reasons for cajoling Mehlani in any way he can out of her
doldrums.
	However, vacations have to end eventually, and so Mehlani's set
out on her mare Nightsong to make the trek back to Telgar Weyr. But she's
not coming without some presents for the young people who did Impress,
courtesy of Kassima's decidedly odd relations...

----------
Your location's current time: 17:04 on day 6, month 6, Turn 23, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a summer afternoon.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$)
Contents:
R'val
Sionelle
K'tyn(#7313PAJOc$)
Crysta
N'ren
Pierron
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl  

Looking more than a little dusty and windblown, not to mention tanner and 
  leaner than usual, a quiet young woman in a hat slips into the lower 
  caverns. Or at least, she'd be quiet if she weren't flocked round by seven 
  fire lizards, all chattering at the tops of their lungs. Mehlani pauses with 
  a lopsided half-smile near the cavern entrance, peering in and blinking to 
  adjust her vision.

Crysta retraces her steps back to her seat and sets the plate down carefully. 
  Her fingers hover above the food for a moment before she takes hold of a 
  wherry strip, raising it to her lips to devour it quickly.

R'val sits down, klah in hand, and smiles, "So Crysta, how's Telgar treating 
  you?"

"One would almost think that you two were a pairing, the way that you fight," 
  Kiat says almost lazily. "Or perhaps you thought I might be remotely 
  interested in this topic?" He glares at the pair, shifting uncomfortably in 
  his chair, a faint groan escaping is lips as he tries to get comfortable, 
  and merely creates a cramp. "He's practiced so since ever I have known him, 
  Sionelle. Did you not notice?" and then to N'ren. "You border on disrespect. 
  Be careful of your tone; Ive no temper for foolishness at this time."

Crysta glances up, wiping the corner of her mouth with a little cloth. "Very 
  well thank you. I got to ride on one of the dragons today, it was my first 
  time" she says excitedly.

N'ren smirks, "'All right' is the point. I was always one of the best. My wing 
  flew high Fall in Istan winds, which we all know are some of the most 
  dangerous to fly in due to the lack of predictability. When I got hit first 
  by firehead - which sent me to Benden - and then again by this..." And he 
  indicates his own face then. "It put me out of practice. Practice, practice, 
  practice. I've got to get back to my best or I feel like I'm not doing the 
  best I can. And I can't work that way. It's just not in my nature." He nods 
  at K'tyn, "Sorry, K'tyn, but I feel strongly about this. As I'm sure you 
  aware."

Flannery walks in from the bowl.
Flannery has arrived.

R'val grins, waving over at Flannery.

Flannery nods to the assembled as she enters, settling promptly into a seat.

R'val smiles, "Glad to hear it, Crysta, who gave you a ride?"

Three different fire lizards swirl near Mehlani's head and then range out 
  along the cavern; in their lead, bronze Holl bugles at the sight of K'tyn, 
  and green Rianet and blue Enri keep close on his tail. Over by the entrance, 
  Mehlani's still lingering, looking ill at ease, though she brightens 
  slightly as she picks out the figure out of the Weyrleader.

Flannery watches the firelizards swirling about the room, enjoying the gentle 
  breeze created by their noisily fluttering wings.

"Practice is practice," Sionelle replies neutrally, retaking her seat across 
  from the weyrleader. "We all practice. We all have drills. In fact we all 
  have a few more than usual now." There's just a hint of disapproval in the 
  acting weyrleader's tone for the actual weyleader's schedule. It's an echo 
  of a weyrlingmaster's concern for a student's lack of initiative, and it 
  would be there no matter what the difficulty inherent in K'tyn's training 
  regimen. No one loves training like Sionelle loves training. "And N'ren, so 
  long as you're careful then as you say, what you do in your free time is 
  none of my business. But if it affects your performance in the wings-- 
  negatively I mean, instead of the way you hope it will-- then it becomes my 
  business. Fair enough? I feel strongly about his, as I'm sure you're aware." 
  She regards him flatly.

Crysta chuckles softly. "A'ser did. We went to the hotsprings, it was nice. 
  Hello Flannery!" she calls to her cousin.

R'val grins, "What fun for you, Crysta."

Aurian walks in from the bowl.
Aurian has arrived.
Aurian nods as she enters, Sir-ing and ma'am-ing the appropriate folk.

"I beg you both to excuse me," Kiat says to N'ren and Sionelle as he stands up 
  slowly. "I have a -wince- cramp. I need to walk." So saying, he stands, and 
  starts to move about the cavern with an agonizing slowness. "Mehlani, and 
  Flannery. What a pleasant surprise."

Mehlani nibbles at her lower lip, peering towards K'tyn with liquid eyes; the 
  lass shifts the sizeable bundle she's carrying slung over her shoulder, then 
  starts as Aurian passes her on the way in. Still looking nervous, Mehlani 
  lifts a hand, hoping to catch Aurian's eye -- and Holl and Rianet both swing 
  over to the young woman, chittering loudly.

N'ren chuckles, "As I said, I know my limits, and I know Kheveth's limits even 
  better."

Crysta grins at R'val. "It was fun, but I was a bit nervous."

Flannery snaps off a little salute at Aurian, rising from her seat herself to 
  fetch a morsel of something or other. She peruses the table, then sits down 
  with something sweet, and a mug of klah to dip it in. At K'tyn's comment, 
  she grins wryly. "Oh, you haven't seen me much since I got back, have you, 
  Kiat? "

Aurian grins brightly as she sees Mehlani, "Evening 'Lani

N'ren glances around at Flannery's name, and waves at the greenrider. "Flan. 
  Have you met my mentee yet?" He'd missed Aurian's salute, of course, since 
  he was hunting for stew and 'squaring off' against Sionelle.

R'val grins, "Nervous? Why?"

Crysta flushes a bit. "I've never been up so high in the sky before...it was 
  scarey."

"Well," Sionelle comments, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips, 
  "So long as -he- knows them. I didn't see you two at Ista all -that- much, 
  but if he's anything like you were when you were down there, I'd put 
  'self-confidence' high on his list of personality traits." She stands up as 
  K'tyn does, and slides her chair back in, content to let N'ren head off for 
  more sociable conversaion partners.

R'val winks at Crysta, "You get used to it, given enough time."

Mehlani's features crinkle in an uncertain expression, but she bobs her 
  behatted head earnestly to K'tyn by way of greeting. Brown Munki and green 
  Wili have claimed her shoulders, while the rest of her fair commences 
  gossping with every other fire lizard in sight. 'Lani's expression wavers 
  its way up into a smile at Aurian's hail, and she mouths 'I'm back' towards 
  the young brown rider.

Flannery shakes her head at N'ren, scooting a bit closer to him while 
  attempting not to spill her klah. "No, I haven't, N'ren! Who is...oh, 
  Aurian? Yes, I saw you out flying the other day..." she smiles warmly at 
  Aurian, sticking her sweetroll into her mouth to free up a hand for the 
  weyrling to shake.

Crysta laughs quietly and smiles to R'val. "Well I don't plan on taking any 
  more rides any time soon. I've got to recover from the first one."

Aurian gestures to 'Lani that she'll be over in just a moment, then takes the 
  hand Flannery offers, "Evening ma'am." She smiles.

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

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

K'tyn pauses on his circuit of the cavern to rest just briefly before he heads 
  for the inner caverns, quietude, and a very hot soak. "Tis good to see you, 
  Lani," he says as he passes near the girl. "I missed you. Very much." To 
  Flannery, he merely grins. "Tis lovely to see you, Flan. G'day to you."
K'tyn nods to everyone else, a little overwhelmed at the sudden influx of 
  people.
K'tyn walks towards the inner cavern.
K'tyn has left.

Flannery looks up and waves cheerily to Kassi before turning her attention 
  back on K'tyn. "Thanks, weyrleader. It's good to be back. My younglings 
  hardly recognize me." She winks, then smiles some more as she waves...

Mehlani shifts her weight from booted foot to booted foot, and nods silently 
  to Aurian, still not approaching a seat herself. But she does sling her 
  bundle down to rest it on the floor, and she looks up again at Kiat's words. 
  Her gaze goes a little more liquid at the bronze rider's departure.

"C'mon, Kassi--that's my last mark! Can't I have at least a sevenday to pay it 
  back?" Yes, the age-old argument continues, with V'dan trying to wheedle 
  more time and/or cash from Kassima. The female greenrider shoots him a 'get 
  real' look over her head, salutes the two Weyrleaders both real and acting, 
  waves to those she knows, and finally heads for the food with V'dan still 
  trailing at her heels like a lost puppy. "How've you been settling in, 
  Flan?" she asks over her shoulder.

N'ren nods, "Yes. Aurian is my mentee. Of course, the last time I saw her, it 
  was when she was dancing with A'ser." He teases the girl. "Aurian, this is 
  Flannery, Tyrrath's rider. Flannery, as you said, you've seen Aurian and 
  Kvasith flying."

Flannery chuckles at Kassima's predicament, a hint of nervousness tinging her 
  voice. "Ah, we've been doing well. The boys are now telling me they liked 
  the dormitory better than my weyr..." She rolls her eyes, taking a sip of 
  her klah, then motions toward V'dan, murmuring quietly, "What's with him?"

Aurian blushes furiously at N'ren of course having to bring THAT up, she sighs 
  and then nots to Kassima, "Evening Wingleader."

Flannery beams brightly at Aurian. "Well met, weyrling. What a lovely dragon 
  you have!"

Sionelle returns Kassima's salute with an absent-minded crispness as she 
  gathers up her helmet and gloves from their chair by the door. She starts 
  for the bowl, then thinks better of it, and redirects her steps toward the 
  kitchen and Pierron. She slips past the hearth and disappears.

Aurian smiles at the Flannery, "He is wonderful." THat seems to be one of the 
  more frequent words out of her mouth these days.

Maylia walks in from the bowl.
Maylia has arrived.

Pierron nods knowingly as the assistant weyrlingmaster enters.

Flannery waves to Sionelle as she departs.

Crysta quickly finishes her meal and deposits the plate on a tray before 
  heading towards the lower caverns. "I'll talk with you later R'val" she says 
  quietly with a wave.

Aurian nods as she see's Maylia, "Ma'am."

Crysta walks towards the inner cavern.
Crysta has left.

Mehlani blows out a sigh, reflexively reaching for Elsi on her shoulder, while 
  Munki chittercroons into her ear. The rest of her fair ranges its way back 
  to her, Holl trumpeting out a greeting to Maylia, while 'Lani herself kneels 
  by her bundle and starts rummaging into it.

Flannery smiles and nods to Maylia as she arrives, still glancing occasionally 
  at V'dan. She is shaken from her unpleasant reverie by Aurian, whose 
  pleasant adoration of her dragon causes the greenrider to smile. "Ah...I 
  remember those days - and the great thing is, Aurian - they never end! 
  You'll always think your brown feellow is just as wonderful as you think he 
  is now."

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

Aurian chuckles happily, "I should hope so." She rakes her hand through her 
  hair.

Kassima grins to her Wingmate, picking up a plate of ribs and escorting both 
  it and her glass of citron over to the Wing's table. "At least Kay and Khari 
  don't share that preference," she quips. "Kay objects to every place she 
  can't really run about free in equally... oh, V'dan? He's just being V'dan." 
  The male greenrider gives her a dirty look as he seats himself at the same 
  table. "Always after marks, y'know. Maylia, g'deve!" She lifts her mug 
  towards the other greenrider in a sort of greeting-gesture.

Maylia strides in, and from the couse she plots she's in for dinner. A nod is 
  returned to Pierron, and another towards Aurian - only that one has a smile 
  attached to it. "Evening, evening," She greets various folk as she walks 
  past them, adding waves and smiles to 'Lani and Flan.

N'ren settles down in a seat then, preparing to eat quickly before his drills. 
  He sighs. And mutters. "I just don't feel awake quite yet."

Flannery grins, leaning against the table with one elbow. She quirks a brow at 
  the exchange between Kassima and the others, the sudden chill in her 
  expression indicating that this situation holds some emotion for her.

Mehlani pulls forth from her bundle a scarf. What proves to be an extremely 
  _long_ scarf, a good seven feet in length. And in some of the most.... well, 
  _bright_ colors on the face of Pern. Problem is, several of them clash with 
  one another, violently. Wrapping the scarf round into a rolled ball of wool, 
  she hesitantly approaches Aurian, a blush suffusing her features, and she 
  murmurs to the young rider, "I brought you something, it's, um, from 
  Greystones..."

N'ren glances up then, and stares at Flannery for a moment. He lowers his 
  voice and mutters something quietly to her. He mutters to Flannery, "... 
  wrong?" 

Mehlani glances round to Maylia and gives the green rider a nervous little 
  smile, waving reflexively to clear her shoulders of fire lizards. Elsi goes, 
  but not Munki, who has engrossed himself in playing with the blue ribbon 
  tied into Mehlani's short braid sticking out from underneath the brim of her 
  road-dusty hat.

Flannery is distracted by Mehlani's approach. She smiles a little as she 
  watches the girl present her gift to Aurian. "Oh....that's very pretty, 
  'Lani.."

Maylia waggles her hand at her mentor, roll of bread in her clutches. 
  "Evening, Kassi!" she responds, and begins filling a bowl with wherry stew. 
  "Mmmm, smells wonderful this evening - wherry, tubers, fingerroots..." she 
  says, finding herself a seat.

Aurian turns to grin at her friend, she blinks "You did? For me?" SHer grin 
  birghtens into a wide smile, "'Lani, thank you!"

Kassima glances at Flan curiously. "Something wrong?" she asks, catching that 
  sudden chill. The glimpse of brilliant color from one corner of her eye 
  draws her attention towards Mehlani, and she claps one hand over her mouth 
  to stifle a laugh. "Oh, my," she murmurs. "Aunt Simeythria's work, I'd 
  wager."

Mehlani holds out the scarf for Aurian, and then, as Kassima chimes in, 
  glances in that direction and bobs her head. "They're, um, dragon scarves," 
  she murmurs. "There's more... for all the Weyrlings..."

Flannery hears N'ren's murmuring and shrugs lightly, sighing. "It's nothing. 
  Just some memories that pop into my head at inopportune moments. With that, 
  her smile broadens artifically. She calls over to Kassima. "Nope, 
  everything's all right!" Lowering her voice she offers, "Do you need to 
  borrow a few marks, Kassi? I'm happy to lend..."
Flannery adds, "....interest free."

N'ren smirks, "A dragon-sized scarf? That's amusing. Almost as good as the 
  dragon-sized cane I had the Istan woodcrafter make for Corineth."

Aurian chuckles as she takes the scarf, her hands fingering the material 
  lightly, "Kvasith will love it." She reaches out and hugs her friend tightly 
  for a moment.

Dust of the road aside, the windblown Mehlani silently and fiercely hugs 
  Aurian, elicting several croons from her nearby fire lizards.

Maylia's chair squeaks across the floor as she pulls it up to the table, 
  swiveling her head to look at 'Lani's gifting to Aurian. "That's lovely, 
  'Lani, really." She says, an approving smile on her face.

Aurian grins at N'ren, "Oh your just jealous that Kheveth won't get one."

Kassima grins and shakes her head, slapping her fairly well-filled belt pouch. 
  "Nay, nay! M'wagering's been going rather well of late, and I've enough 
  t'keep me going for a time--until the next spate of Turndays, anyway. 
  M'thanks for the offer, though... most generous, 'tis, if'n interest-free." 
  Raising her voice, she calls over to Mehlani, "Scarves for all of 'em? Did 
  m'aunt say how long she must've been knitting the things, perchance? Oh, and 
  by the by... 'tis wonderful t'be seeing you back."

Flannery grins at Maylia. "And so, how are you doing today?" She catches 
  Mehlani's 'all of em' remark and twitters cheerily, "Oh, as long as you're 
  making them for all the weyrlings, could I get one for Tyrrath?"

Aurian grins at Mehlani, "Its good to see you again." She grins at the girl, 
  "Is Greystones as strange as they say?"

Sionelle slips back out of the kitchen, her hair slightly mussed, and her 
  expression altogether more palatable. With an actual smile at a table full 
  of riders, she passes through the cavern and out to the bowl.
Sionelle walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Sionelle has left.

Mehlani's returning glance to Kassima turns abruptly vivid with gratitude, 
  though the rest of her expression limits itself to a shy lopsided smile that 
  looks suspiciously like the grin frequently seen on the face of Indyth's 
  rider. At Flannery's question, a bit of the nervousness leaves her face, and 
  she speaks up in general, "I've got something like forty of them... a few 
  extras... I only made two myself..."

Maylia returns Flannery's grin, but is distracted long enough for the 
  greenrider to quip, "Must be, if Kassi came from there," with a wink. "Oh, 
  I'm fine thanks. Keeping weyrlings out of trouble keeps me out of it, too. 
  And yourself?"

Flannery quirks a brow /severely/ at Sionelle, wondering what that Pierron's 
  been cooking up in the kitchen...

N'ren watches after Sionelle, and then looks back at the kitchen to see who 
  else is looking a bit mussed. He grins evilly.

Mehlani adds to Aurian, "It's very lively." Her voice is as soft and 
  understated as it ever is, but there's a certain lightening to her eyes that 
  suggests she's just uttered the understatement of the Turn.

Aurian blinks in confusion at Sionelle, but soon returns her attention to 
  Mehlani.

Pierron steps out of the kitchen a moment later, straightening his apron 
  before attending to his work.

Aurian giggles, "I'm sure."

Flannery chuckles to Maylia, "I'm doing well - baby's well, boys are well, 
  Acana's....hrm..." she knits her brows. "Well? Acana's in love. But that's 
  another story."

Kassima watches Elle with wide eyes, then quickly brings her mug to her lips 
  to try and stifle her laughter. "So the rumors are true," she mutters sotto 
  voce. "Now, Maylia! The Hold proper isn't all that bad; 'tis just Da's 
  cothold that's the true den of iniquity."

N'ren shrugs, and then turns back to Flannery, "What duty you on tonight, 
  Flan?"

Flannery eyes Pierron with...mmm. Well, with an expression that suggests she's 
  been without a weyrmate /too long/.

Asrai walks in from the bowl.
Asrai has arrived.

Kassima gives Flannery an exceedingly odd look. It's one of those looks that 
  says clearly, 'I am in doubt of your sanity at this time.' "Flan, are you 
  *sure* you're all right?"

Flannery shrugs to N'ren, taking another sip of her klah. "Oh, just sweeps."

Maylia's facing the wrong way to see anything but the back of Sionelle once 
  she turns to look in the direction all the others seem to be gawking in. 
  And, to see Pierron return from the kitchen. With a quizzical look, she 
  turns back to the others, and returns to the conversation. "In love? Oh dear 
  - with whom, might I ask?" Just so long as it's not Pierron, but that 
  concept's just too foreign for her to consider.

Asrai makes her way in from the bowl area, giving everyone a cheerful wave. 
  "Hello everyone, what's this about being in love?"

Mehlani sinks down into a chair near Aurian, shoving her hat back on her head, 
  enough to reveal hair that's gotten longer and a bit sunstreaked in her 
  absence, and a face that's gotten leaner and a bit tanner, making her eyes 
  seem even bluer. "Your dragon... is well?" she murmurs very softly to Aurian.

N'ren mms, "You know, if you're interested, you could come down and fly drills 
  with Kheveth and I over Ista Sea Hold. Coordination tests and all that."

Flannery rolls her eyes, checking her hidebook. "Oh....and I'm running 
  /errands/. she cocks a brow and rolls her eyes a bit. "The things we do to 
  maintain weyr-hold relations..." With that, she gives a wink. "Seems I'm 
  supposed to pick up a Bitran girl and take her to the Healer Hall. She's 
  going to be undergoing some sort of treatment there."
Flannery raises both brows in delight at N'ren's offer. "That sounds 
  wonderful, N'ren! This trip to the Healer Hall shouldn't take long...could 
  we go afterward?"

Aurian grins widely at Mehlani and gives the answer she always gives, "Kvasith 
  is wonderful." Sje finally gets into a seat near her friend, "You look like 
  Greystones suited you."

N'ren grins, "Oh, that's not too bad. In fact, it can be kind of fun. I was on 
  SmithCraft duty the other day, but they didn't have anything to do. So I 
  spent several hours just chatting with the CraftSecond and watching her 
  interview prospective apprentices. Quite interesting, in fact."

Flannery finally answers Maylia's and Asrai's inquiries, mock-whispering. "It 
  seems my daughter has an /enormous/ crush on Jehran. Which is amusing her 
  brothers no end..." she shakes her head and chuckles.

N'ren grins, "Works for me. I have to conduct my regular drills over the 
  plains first."

Kassima flashes Flan a grin. "Just be glad I didn't assign you t'running 
  errands with L'cher today, or else he'd be picking up the Bitran girl, all 
  right... but 'twould probably nay be so fair for Weyr-Hold relations if'n 
  her parents found out." She casts her eyes up towards the ceiling, and picks 
  up a rib to nibble at it daintily.

Kassima arches an eyebrow at N'ren, pausing in her rib-consumption. "A'lex has 
  you running the Wing's drills?"

'Lani, absently scritching Munki and trying to tug his brown muzzle out of her 
  braid, nods solemnly to Aurian. "Yes," she answers quietly, simply. "What 
  have I missed, while I've been gone...?"

Asrai seems to be in a good mood. As she passes Lani, she snags the girl's hat 
  off, placing a kiss on the top. "Hello Lani, the streaks look great, you 
  should show them off." Just to prove her point, Asrai keeps the hat as she 
  heads on over to the serving table.

Mehlani starts!

Maylia flashes a mischevious grin at Kassi, head cocked to one side to lean 
  against the bronze hide of one of her firelizards. "I'm sure the hold itself 
  is fine, actually. But it's just filled with your relatives, mentor-mine, 
  and that's enough for me to steer clear of the insanity that reigns there." 
  Her expression is teasing, she's certainly not serious.

Mehlani almost sits up, startling Munki with her motion, and calls out 
  plaintively, "Asrai... that's mine...!"

Aurian blushes furiously at something she things of that happens and then 
  peers at N'ren for a moment, "Some uh things did happen.

Flannery's mouth flies wide, she is clearly aghast. "Oh, Kassi - this lass is 
  /twelve/, and she has a rare, probably incurable illness...If L'cher didn't 
  behave himself, I think he'd probably be weyrless by the end of the 
  sevenday..."

N'ren shakes his head at Kassima, "No, no. Well, to a certain extent, I 
  suppose. There are several of us on drills, and we tend to trade off 
  coordination. I was actually discussing this with K'tyn and Sionelle not a 
  half-hour ago. I do extra drills to get myself back in top flight form."

Flannery beams at N'ren, patting the back of his hand lightly. "Wonderful! 
  I'll meet you at the Star Stones as soon as I get back!"

N'ren blinks. He looks around, back at Aurian, "Eh? What was that, Aurian?"

Asrai whistles innocently as she pours herself a mug of juice. At Lani's 
  plantive cry, the Blue rider looks over her shoulder with a wide eyed, 
  altogether rather innocent look, "Yes?" She looks down at the hat, "Oh that, 
  yes..I know."

The motion around the usually behatted lass catches Maylia's eyes, and her 
  brows go up, as do the corners of her mouth. Not in a laugh, but in an 
  appreciative smile. "She's right, you know, Mehlani. It looks lovely!"

Maylia looks at you for a moment.

Aurian glances back at N'ren, "Um nothing sir," She seems almost relieved that 
  Mehlani's hat was taken so she didn't have to get into the tale.

Turning pink, Mehlani manages another lopsided little smile, but she 
  nevertheless tries to also look stern as she inquires of Asrai, "May I have 
  my hat back, please?"

Holl zips over to Asrai, PEERING at the blue rider. Chirp.

Asrai pauses, thinking this over for a moment. "Are you going to put it back 
  on?"

Kassima wrinkles her nose at Maylia. "Someday, mentee mine, I'll have t'be 
  taking you down to the Sunstone t'meet m'cousin Kaliawynne--just t'prove 
  that insanity can be a positive thing at times!" She winks, but her impish 
  expression sobers some at Flannery's explanation. "Ah, I see. I'd thought 
  you meant she was going to Apprentice. That's a different story entirely, 
  a'course; even Lach isn't *that* bad. I hope the Healer Hall is able t'help 
  her." Back to N'ren her attention turns, then, and she shrugs. "Nay a bad 
  idea, so long as you don't strain something in the doing and put yourself 
  out of commission. These are informal drills, then?"

Mehlani blinks a few times, looking rather startled by the question. Asrai 
  might well have asked her, 'Is your father's dragon bronze?' "Well... of 
  course..."

N'ren looks over at Aurian, "Remember what I said about calling me 'sir'?" He 
  grins, and then turns back to Flannery, "Sounds good to me. Did the Holders 
  tell you when to come by, or was just just supposed to be when they sent for 
  you?"

Holl flappityflapflaps, and tries to grab the hat. He stole it from K'star, he 
  can steal it from Asrai, too!

N'ren asks of Kassima, "Which? The ones over Telgar Plains, or the ones over 
  Ista Sea Hold?"

Aurian smiles and leans back in her seat, "Yes N'ren."

Flannery winks at Kassi and nods. "I know. I just thought, actually, that I 
  should fill you folks in on the situation. This poor little girl! It pains 
  me, as a mother, to see a child that ill. I've taken her to the Healer Hall 
  once before, two turns ago."
Flannery's glance darts between N'ren and Kassi.

Maylia's expression becomes more serious, as she listens to Flannery's 
  explanation. "Poor girl," she murmurs.

Asrai smiles brightly, "Then...no. You can't have it back." she looks to her 
  shoulder, where Rose sits preening..ignoring Holl, of course...However she 
  keeps a tight grip on the hat. "Rose darling, weren't you looking for 
  nesting material?" The Gold chirps an affirmative and peers at the hat with 
  an interest not before shown. Yes, that will do nicely. Rose suddenly 
  becomes very protective of that hat, squacks at Holl and snags the hat, 
  dissapearing *BETWEEN* Asrai looks at Lani and assume a pentative look, 
  "Woops."

Mehlani surges to her feet, crying, "But... my hat!"

Asrai smiles sweetly, placing a hand on Lani's shoulder and easing her back 
  down into her seat. "Now now, Lani. the hat will be fine. rose will take 
  wonderful care of it. I promise."

Flannery's brows knit at Mehlani's reaction. "What's wrong? Oh..."

Kassima raises one shoulder slightly. "Either, though I'd assume the ones over 
  Ista are informal." Darting a look upward at the squeaks, she makes a face 
  at Asrai. "Asrai, the hat belongs to 'Lani, for Faranth's sake. A'course she 
  should have it back. Kes doesn't have so many that he can replace 'em at 
  leisure!" Her eyes travel down to Flan again. "Aye... I know what y'mean. I 
  feel sorry for her parents, too. Do the Healers have any clue what's wrong 
  with her?"

Asrai's eyebrows raise, "Oh, so it was Kes' hat...."

Flannery shrugs at Kassima's question. "well, she has trouble breathing, 
  apparently. It's worse during the winter because of the cold, it's extremely 
  bad in the spring, and apparently she's almost died from breathing numbweed 
  fumes. She'll start wheezing and gasping...terrible..." she shakes her head 
  as she says this last.

Kassima affirms, eyeing the bluerider, "Aye, m'friend, and I believe 'tis of 
  some value to the lass. Can your 'lizard bring it back?" Folding her arms on 
  the table, she leans forward a bit to talk to Flan. "Have her parents 
  considered sending her permanently to a warmer climate?"

N'ren chuckles, "The ones over Ista Sea Hold are usually just me, so yes, 
  they'd be informal. The ones over Telgar Plains. Those are sort of 
  semi-informal. The reason we conduct ones with the 'leadership' changing is 
  to compensate for the possibility of losing the wingleader and wingseconds 
  in a Fall. The formal part is dealing with chain of command types of things, 
  and the informal part is that the temporary chain of command changes. That 
  way the riders learn to ride under whoever will be in field charge of the 
  wing in the worst-case scenario."

Flannery nods to Kassima. "That would be my suggestion, if I had any say. I 
  think a desert climate like Igen or the Southern Continent might suit her 
  well. Her father is a posted farmcrafter at Bitra, though - so it would 
  either involve her leaving the family or the family's being split."

Maylia clucks her tongue softly, her attention held by the healer-oriented 
  discussion. She glances at Aurian to see if the weyrling is listening, too, 
  then frowns. "Sounds like she needs a war-" and her suggestion stops as 
  Kassi makes the same one.

Half of Mehlani's fair squawks in indignation, and the rest of them converge 
  on Asrai, circling her head and chattering scoldingly at the blue rider. 
  Mehlani allows herself to be sat down again, but she's still actually 
  glowering, her brows drawn together over her blue eyes. "K'star gave it to 
  me," she murmurs huskily.

Aurian is definitely listening, her fingers seem to be ticking things off on a 
  list as she thinks.

Asrai looks to Lani, figuring that the girl can in fact speak for herself. She 
  slips into the seat next to Lani with a smile. "Now dear, would I really 
  give your hat to Rose for nesting material?" She looks around at the fair, 
  making a shooing motion, "That's enough from you all. Lani /is/ capable of 
  taking care of herself." She looks back to Lani, waiting an answer to her 
  question.

Kassima inclines her head slightly. "There's value in the learning," she 
  allows, "though I'd think that the Weyrleader would replace any Wing who'd 
  lost all three of its leaders with a fresh one from the Weyr in any event. 
  'Tis nay oft that the full Weyr flies Fall. Do the Wingleader and his 
  'seconds oversee the latter drills?" She comments then to Flan, "'Twould 
  think 'twould be better t'separate her from the family than t'risk her life."

Flannery nods absently to Kassima, now interested in her wingleader's /other/ 
  conversation.

Mehlani's small nose crinkles, and she keeps glowering at Asrai. (She must 
  have learned how to glower in her absence... it's certainly not an 
  expression she used much, before.) "You didn't give it to her," she points 
  out, "she took it." Holl wings over to claim Mehlani's shoulder, trumpeting 
  his indignation at the favored hat being swiped.

Maylia eases back in her chair, shrugging to ease tension between her 
  shoulders. "Ah, well. No point in my worrying 'bout her, the Hall is the 
  place for her." She murmurs to herself.

Aurian watches Mehlani with a touch of amazement.

Asrai chuckles at her friend, tapping her crinkled nose. "Very nice, but if 
  you keep your face like that and someone hits you on the back, your face 
  will freeze and you'll wear that look forever." The Wingsecond chuckles, 
  holding out her arm just as Rose burst back from between. In her talons are 
  not only Lani's hat, but a small bunch of wild flowers, previously wrapped 
  with a blue ribbon. Asrai takes both and hands them to Lani, "We missed you 
  while you were gone."

Asrai notes, "The blue ribbon was Cygnith's idea, he said the leaves carried 
  enough green already. Or Veyath would have insisted on Green."

The look of relief on Mehlani's young face at the hat's return is unmistakable 
  -- and at the sight of the flowers, all traces of annoyance melt out of the 
  girl's expression. She just stares at the flowers, then at Asrai, her gaze 
  turning very full. Holl bugles, flapping his wings, and then croons loud and 
  long.

Flannery rises from the table, draining her klah mug and placing it in a 
  busbin in one smooth motion. Waving and saluting as appropriate, she 
  announces, "Well, I'm off for my afternoon drills. See you later!"
Flannery walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Flannery has left.

Aurian tosses a wave to Flannery as she goes.

Asrai grins, being able to read the firelizard's response, as well as Lani's. 
  "I told you I wouldn't steal your hat." She teases her friend.

Kassima nods after Flan, somewhat absently since her attention's been drawn to 
  the saga of Mehlani's hat. The appearance of the flowers causes the corners 
  of her mouth to draw up in a grin--as does Mehlani's evident attachment to 
  the battered accessory.

"Thank you," Mehlani breathes to Asrai, settling the battered, beat-up hat 
  back into place on her head, with all of the air of someone returning Pern 
  to its proper orbit. She then gives forth another little lopsided smile, 
  studying the flowers, which attract the attention of her fair as well. 
  "They're beautiful..."

Asrai chuckles, "Well, I won't stel it as long as you don't hide your face 
  with it..." With a chuckle she reaches forward to replace the hat, a bit 
  further back opn Lani's head so people can see her pretty eyes and the sun 
  streaks her time away has added to her hair. "There, much better. You have a 
  very pretty face, stop hiding it."

Holl swings his nose out to nudge at Asrai's hands, not quite as convinced as 
  'Lani that the blue rider or her gold aren't about to abscond with his 
  human's favorite treasure again. Pinkening anew, Mehlani mumbles, "I'm not 
  that pretty..."

N'ren nods, "Like I said, it's a case of worst-case scenario. In any case, I 
  have to be getting to drills myself. And yes, they sometimes do. Though 
  there's always some extra friction in those cases. The drills I'm talking 
  about, we all work together on an 'equal' level. Experience is the only 
  limiter then."

Asrai gives the nudgin nose a brief scritch. "YEah sure...remind me to get you 
  a mirror at the next gather, Lani. Do you really think that Kas would allow 
  you to go around wearing his hat if you looked like a wherry? Hmm?"

Kassima comments mildly, "I'm sure 'Lex realizes their worth, though, or else 
  he'd likely disband them. An interesting concept, in any event. G'luck t'you 
  and Kheveth in your drills."

N'ren nods, "And to you and yours."
N'ren heads on out.

Mehlani murmurs primly, "Kes thinks I look good in it." She keeps blushing, 
  though.

N'ren walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
N'ren has left.

Asrai nods, "See? Even if he is a bit biased, he has excellent taste."

Aurian tilts her head for a moment, "Hmmmm Mehlani did you meet Kvasith?"

"K'star is very kind," Mehlani allows in a sheepish murmur. Then she blinks at 
  Aurian, taken completely aback, and slowly shakes her re-hatted head.

Kassima quips to 'Lani, picking up another rib, "Kes would think you look good 
  in aught, but you're right." V'dan snickers and starts to comment, "I bet he 
  thinks she'd look good in nothi--hey! Kassi, quit kicking me. Your boot-toes 
  are too sharp!" He gives her an ineffectual glare, rubbing at his leg.

Aurian chuckles and points a thumb towards the tunnel out, "He's waking up if 
  you want to."

Mehlani turns immediately crimson at Kassima and V'dan's observations, smiling 
  weakly. "He told me that," she murmurs.

Asrai nods in complete agreement with V'dan. Luckily she's too far away to get 
  kicked. "Oh Aurian, mind if I come along?" she looks at Lani and asks 
  innocenlty, "Kas said you'd look good in nothing at all? He's got more drive 
  then I thought."

Aurian nods to Asrai, "Of course ma'am feel free."

V'dan's hazel eyes bug out, and he just gawks at 'Lani from behind the wisps 
  of chestnut hair that are, as always, drooping into his eyes. "He told you 
  you'd look good without clothes? Didn't know he was *that* forward. Did you 
  know he was that forward, Ka--yeow! You did it again!" Kassi just looks 
  innocent, and perhaps a bit pleased that her aim with a kick is as good as 
  ever.

"Yes... if it's alright," Mehlani says hastily to Aurian, apparently now 
  trying to bury the topic of how she'd look ungarbed now that she's said all 
  she has to say on the matter. Well, alright, so she also coughs at Asrai's 
  and V'dan's commentary, so it's obvious she heard them.

Asrai stiffles a chuckle, really she does..well, she tries at least. She 
  stands, "Well, Aurian, lets go meet this handsome brown of yours."

Kassima comments wryly, "M'apologies for the comments of m'wingmate, 'Lani. 
  'Tis good t'have you back--and I'm certain Kes feels the same."

Mehlani waves a few of her fire lizards over to guard her bundle, and gets to 
  her feet again, letting Holl keep her shoulder under guard. She smiles to 
  Kassima, though, a brief, but broad smile.

Aurian stands and takes the scarf under her arm that 'Lani presented her with, 
  "He's getting impatient.
Aurian walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Aurian has left.

Asrai doesn't look at all sorry about her comment. she even has a very 
  dangerously speculative look about her...

[And soon, out in the Bowl...]

Central Bowl(#298RL$)
A stony field is the center of this great caldera, the size of which is 
  unmatched at any other weyr--for the whole complement of all the wings at 
  Telgar could rest comfortably within its towering cliffs. Shaped in a 
  perfect oval, the rock walls seem perfect for keeping the usual chill winds 
  stirring about. The ground is mostly made of pebbles and rocks, some hued 
  the milky shades of old quartz, though there are patches where softer dirt 
  and even trees sprout up from the ground. Southerly, the bowl opens onto the 
  living caverns and the weyrleaders' quarters; the immense entrance to the 
  hatching grounds lies to the northwest. Heading southwest will lead one back 
  out into the rocky mountain ranges around Telgar's protective walls. Dragons 
  may be seen, relaxing or fresh from feeding, to the north, as well as the 
  soft lapping sounds of Telgar's lake touching the sandy shore. The weyrling 
  barracks, always aflutter with activity, is to the direct west. Fall leaves 
  cling around the edges of the bowl, and the trees near the lake are bedecked 
  with bronze and red splendor.
Some puffy white clouds skirt across the springtime sky.
Contents:
Aurian
Kvasith(#10999OVaempqs)
Jericho
Obvious exits:
Weyrling Barracks  Southern Bowl  Lake Shore  Hatching Cavern  Feeding Grounds 
   Runner Pasture  Weyr Entrance  

Asrai walks here from the south.
Asrai has arrived.
Asrai follows the others, still chuckling softly to herself.

Kvasith bugles drowsily and starts his lumbering gait towards Aurian.

Mehlani falls into a loping stride as she keeps up with Aurian, though she 
  draws to a hesitant halt before getting too near the young brown.

Aurian reaches up as best she can and slips her arms about as much of his neck 
  as she can, he is quite a bit larger than her. She then turns and makes the 
  introductions, "Kvasith, this is Mehlani and the other is Asrai." She makes 
  the indications.

Kvasith leans down and wuffles at Mehlani.
Kvasith then leans over to wuffle at the rider.

Asrai smiles, giving the brown weyrling a good looking over. After making a 
  complete circle around the dragon she winks at Aurian, "Very handsome, 
  Aurian. You are doing a good job with keeping him oiled."

Kvasith(#10999OVaempqs)
Cool, muted brown sprinkles him, enfolding his lean body and coating his long 
  muzzle with the speckled shade of leafy branches. Tanned brown splatters 
  down his spine and tail, a weaving nuance of brown with a taste of purple 
  that forms a deeper, cooler shadow. A veil of umber hues a caresses his 
  underbelly, shrouding his body from the blistering touch of the gilt drops 
  that slide down his wide wings, graceful and sparkling, to gently kiss the 
  wingspars before each wing's trailing edges. Kvasith appears to be about 0 
  Turns, 11 months, and 2 days old and is about 17.62 meters long with a 
  wingspan of 29.37 meters.

Aurian smiles up at Kvasith, "Thank you ma'am, its amazing how much more time 
  it takes almost daily."

Mehlani grins crookedly up at the brown, and then murmurs softly to him, 
  "Hello, Kvasith."

Kvasith rumbles in amusement and then puffs some air at the odd thing on 
  Mehlani'shead.

Asrai chuckles, "Aye, there are times I thank farenth that Cygnith is more 
  compact than even the other Blues of the weyr. Although he will always be 
  perfect in my eyes."

Mehlani blinkblinks, reaching up to secure her hat in place.

Aurian chuckles and then smacks Kvasith on the snout play fully on the nose, 
  "Hey now, she brings you a gift and you try to remove her hat?

Saskia walks here from the south.
Saskia has arrived.
Saskia wanders over, whistling a merry tune. Then she grins and waves, "Hi 
  there."

Asrai chuckles, "See Lani, /everyone/ wants to see more of your face." She 
  smiles, waving at the newcomer.

Saskia rushes over to Mehlani and gives her a hug, "Lani!"

Aurian unrolls the gift spreading the lot of multi colored fabric,. Kvasith 
  leans his head down at Aurian's indication

"Don't do that," Mehlani murmurs up to the dragon. She then starts, losing her 
  grip on her hat, as Saskia hugs her seemingly out of nowhere. Somehow, the 
  hat manages to stay on her head neverthless, and she moves round to hug the 
  other girl, grinning softly now.

Saskia smiles, "Hi Asrai. Yeah, it's definitely good to see Mehlani out and 
  about again."

Kvasith rumbles curiously as Aurian drapes the fabric about his neck, "Well we 
  can't wear it during drills but you will catch eyes at the gathers."

Asrai continues to chuckle softly. "Hello Saskia, and yes..I think the vote is 
  unanimous on that account."

Aurian ties a loose bow in the scarf about his neck and pulls back to admire 
  the effect.

Kvasith rumbles in amusement.

"Well, more like 'back and about,'" Mehlani murmurs, straightening her hat.

Saskia smiles, "ooh, Aurian that's a cool piece of fabric. Where'd you get it?"

Aurian tilts her head towards Mehlani, "She gave it to Kvasith."

Asrai nods as she watches the bestowing of the gift. "Lovely, it will turn 
  many an eye. All the greens will be keeping an eye on this one. Except 
  Veyath of course.." Her voice drops into a teasing lilt.

Saskia peers at Mehlani, "You give him a scarf?" She looks at Kvasith and 
  bursts into giglges, "That's so cute!"

Kvasith for once in his life mimics a certain green and preens.

Saskia grins at Kvasith, "Yes, very nice. Soon all the dragons will want one."

Neliea comes out of the weyrling barracks.
Neliea has arrived.

Asrai looks ot the others, "PErhaps we should let the new lifemates enjoy this 
  moment alone. Ah, hello Neliea."

Mehlani murmurs sheepishly, "I've brought about forty of them from 
  Greystones..."

Neliea makes her way from the barracks, saluting once she sees a rider. 
  "Evening, Asrai." She smiles at Saskia and Mehlani adding a, "Hello."

Saskia smiles, "Hey Neliea."then grins at Asrai, "I think they're lost in 
  their own little world now. I guess that scarf gave Kvasith a lot to talk 
  about."
Saskia laughs, "40! Are you going to supply the entire weyrling class then, 
  'Lani?"

Asrai looks over at Lani, "40? My goodness, Lani. Did you have any marks 
  left?" She smiles and nods to Saskia, "Yes, I think you're right."

"Well, Kassima's Aunt made them, she said I should bring them, so the dragons 
  won't get cold, you see," Mehlani mumbles.

Neliea looks between Saskia and Melani, with a completly confused expression 
  on her face.

Saskia laughs harder, "Kassi's aunt? I might have know it was a relative of 
  hers. They're all loony. Did she knit them booties too?"

Mehlani says, entirely straight-facedly, "I think she's going to do that next 
  Turn."

Saskia grins at Neliea and indicates the scarf tied around Kvasith's neck, 
  "Lani's going to give one to all the weyrlings."

Asrai just shakes her head. "Just as long as they don't come in those gosh 
  awfull colors she normally picks."

That scarf is awfully impressive, if you can call a seven-foot scarf knitted 
  from enough bright, vibrant, clashing colors to make your eyes ache 
  impressive. Mehlani mumbles sheepishly, "They're all like that..."

Saskia giggles and giggles, "Oh my! Well maybe they'll scare the Thread away."

Neliea looks up at Kvasith and back to Saskia, still looking surprised. 
  "Really," she asks before nodding to Mehlani. "If it's colorful, Xylath's 
  going to like it too."

Asrai nods "I'd say they were a big hit, Lani."

Mehlani turns to Neliea, and offers the girl a shy smile. "I think K'star has 
  the box of them up in his weyr," she murmurs, "but I'll be getting him to 
  put them in the Barracks as soon as he's back..."

Saskia grins at Neliea, "Ahh that scarf qualifies as a shiny thing, does it? 
  Well, it's certainly cheered me up."

Asrai glances over at Lani, waggling her eyebrows, "Up in K'star's weyr, eh?"

Neliea chuckles at Saskia, nodding quickly. "Remember, shiny /and/ colorful, 
  Saskia. And that's okay Lani. Xylath's amused with Treena's barette for 
  now." She explains, "It was a gift to him actually from her."

Mehlani peers over at Asrai and explains earnestly, "He had to bring it back 
  from Greystones. It was too big to bring with Nightsong."

Asrai nods in /complete/ understanding. "Oh yes, of course."

Saskia nods, "That was very sweet of Treena. That reminds me though. I should 
  go check on the runners. See you all later." She smiles and waves to you all.

Asrai raises her hand in a wave, "Seeya around Saskia."

Neliea nods and waves at Saskia. "Bye, Saskia."

Mehlani waves to Saskia, calling, "Nightsong is stabled... she should be 
  alright..."

Saskia nods to Mehlani and gives everyone a parting wave.
Saskia opens the gate and enters the runner pasture, closing it behind her.
Saskia has left.

Asrai smiles, "Well, Lani..I'm glad you had a nice trip. did K'star get to 
  spend some time with you?"

Above, Veyath leaps from Veyath and Cygnith's Ledge and flies into the air.

Asrai looks up into the sky, a warm smile crossing ehr features. "Ah, here 
  comes K'nan."

Mehlani turns back to Asrai, abruptly blushing, but also smiling sheepsihly. 
  "Yes," she murmurs.

Asrai looks back down at Lani, giving the girl a half hug/squeeze. "Good to 
  hear. He's a nice boy."

Asrai
The young lady before you seems to be around 20 turns old, even if she does 
  only stand at 5'. Dark hair with rich red highlights is currently shorn into 
  a bob at her jawline, framing her pixie like face delicately. Not your 
  clasic beauty, the most remarkable thing about her features are her large 
  blue/violet eyes.
        Today Asrai wears a new looking top. The garment is composed of a fine 
  green sisal, and its sleeves hang to wrist-level. Its fabric is somewhat 
  clingy, and this, combined with the fact that it is indeed cut rather tight, 
  helps to accentuate certain of the wearer's salient features quite well. The 
  fairly-conservative neckline, however, does help to moderate the effect, 
  though it does display slightly more of Asrai's shoulders than the average 
  tunic. A small "D" embroidered in amethyst thread just under one cuff gives 
  scant clue as to the maker's identity. Asrai's currently wearing her 
  favorite wherhide pants and a wide belt. Her feet are encased in her normal 
  riding boots.
        On her right shoulder is an intricate knot of black and white with a 
  brilliant thread of blue woven in. This designates her proudly held position 
  as Wingsecond of Telgar's ShadowFlame Wing. Occasionally you may find the 
  wedge-shaped head of her Gold firelizard, Rose, peeking back at you from 
  under her hair.
        <+detail is available>

Neliea listens to the conversation off to one side, folding her arms across 
  chest. If she's amused or even listening, there's no indication on her face.

Mehlani's only answer to _that_ is to murmur in a tone of undeniable warmth, 
  "Yes, I know..." She hugs Asrai back, and then turns to address both her and 
  Neliea, saying softly, "If you'll excuse me.... I'd better go see if there 
  is still room for me to sleep in the dorms.... and I need a bathing...."

Asrai looks back up into the sky, "They certainly are taking there time." she 
  glances over at Neliea, "So, how have you been doing?" She nods to Lani, "Of 
  course...if its gotten to tight, tell me and K'nan and I will make room for 
  you in our Weyr."

Veyath backwings for a landing.
Veyath has arrived.

Mehlani blinkblinks at Asrai, startled and touched. She smiles a little.... 
  then lifts a hand in greeting to K'nan and Veyath, before she slips off to 
  check on her sleeping arrangements.

[End log.]