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Log Date:
	7/16/98

Log Cast:
	(People) K'nan, Mehlani, Ro, Treena

	(Firelizards) Wili, Elsi, Munki, Tyr

Log Intro:
	Well into her seventeenth Turn now, Mehlani is more or less content
again at Telgar Weyr, what with the Hatching behind her and a lengthy trip
to Greystones Hold having assured her of the fact that life can go on even
if you don't happen to Impress a dragon. There are still challenges before
her, though: whether she should enter the Harper or Herder Crafts, for one.
And whether she should give her affections to Jorenan or K'star, for another.
She can't help but be reminded of this latter choice before her when she's
mending shirts for K'star's own Wing... and it doesn't help in the slightest
when she's doing it in the company of a proddy greenrider...

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Your location's current time: 15:13 on day 21, month 8, Turn 23, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a summer afternoon.

You walk through the large entrance to the Living Cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$)
Contents:
Pierron
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl

K'nan walks in from the bowl.
K'nan has arrived.
K'nan marches in from the bowl, reaching up to wipe his brow with his forearm 
  as he heads for his wing's table..muttering something about the heat.

The heat apparently doesn't bother Mehlani; her hat is as usual right in 
  place atop her head, as the girl sits in the midst of a large pile of 
  clothing, working on darning a shirt sleeve. She glances up as K'nan passes 
  by, marking the man's passage.

Perhaps luckily for Mehlani, the greenrider just marches on by, grumbling, 
  and finally drops into a chair at his usual place - lifting a hand to wave 
  over a drudge.

Ohhhhh dear. 'Lani's features crinkle a little, and she keeps her gaze 
  averted from K'nan, inwardly recollecting that this is one of those times in 
  a green rider's life that you just don't want to annoy him. She does sneak a 
  glance around the cavern, though, taking a head count of fire lizards: a few 
  of hers are frolicking across the way, playing with one of their toys -- a 
  ball. _Stay over there,_ she urges them.

Always been a smart girl, 'Lani has. K'nan looks at the drudge for a long 
  moment as he arrives, then finally says, "Wine. Red...and cold, it's a 
  shardin' hot day today." The drudge, predictably, scrambles off to get the 
  order - and away from the greenrider - as fast as is humanly possible.

In the meantime, greens Wili and Elsi and brown Munki are apparently having 
  the time of their little fire lizard lives with that ball. Munki, the 
  smartest of the three, does look up and chitter once, peering curiously in 
  Mehlani's direction as if having sensed her unspoken urging; the greens, 
  though, seize the opportunity to steal the ball, and with a warble of 
  delight, the two of them send it bouncing across the floor.

K'nan leans slowly back in his chair as the drudge heads off, and lifts one 
  hand to his brow, closing his eyes to relax...and then the soft *bounce* 
  sound of the ball draws his attention, and he cracks open one eye...glancing 
  over balefully.

The well-chewed, well-clawed, and in general much-abused ball is seized again 
  by Wili. Emitting a piping bugle of triumph, the little green sails into the 
  air, spies K'nan in passing, and cheeps!

The other eye cracks open, and K'nan sits slowly up...peering at the little 
  green as it triumphantly carries the ball. Flatly, "Having fun?" He's 
  talking to a 'lizard now.

Unfazed by Wili's stealing away the Bouncy Thing, Elsi and Munki wing 
  immediately after their clutchsib, and in short order there is an aerial 
  squabble, three different fire lizard voices chittering as the trio argues 
  over possession of the prize. Mehlani bites her lip, peers up at her pets, 
  and whispers urgently, "Stop that, you lot..."

K'nan reaches up, slowly, to rub one of his temples in small circles at the 
  chittering loudness from the struggle for the ball...commenting softly, 
  "And..people ask...why I only have one firelizard. Annoying..loud things..."

Well, unfortunately, when you have three firelizards trying to grab for a 
  ball at once, one of them is bound to drop it. The ball is duly dropped, and 
  in goes sailing down to collide with the floor, only to arc up again to soar 
  right over K'nan's head. Elsi, Munki, and Wili peel off after it, and their 
  human, looking more and more uneasy, surges to her feet, setting her mending 
  aside.

K'nan watches the ball bounce well up over his head...and narrows his eyes 
  slightly at the annoyance, casually slipping a knife from his belt - 
  weighted for throwing - into his hand as he observes the chase. Maybe he can 
  get the sharding thing to stop bouncing about..

_Ack!_ Mehlani doesn't miss that knife, and she darts off across the cavern 
  -- giving K'nan as wide a berth as possible -- to intercept the ball 
  herself. Catching up with her pets, she manages to entirely distract them; 
  Wili and Elsi latch themselves onto her shoulder, while Munki comes in for a 
  landing on her hat, tilting it at a dangerous angle. The girl grabs up the 
  ball and starts inching towards the Bowl, murmuring apologetically to K'nan, 
  "Terribly sorry..."

K'nan almost seems disappointed as he lowers the knife again...and slips it 
  into its sheath, grunting, "Annoying little things." Just about then, of 
  course, the drudge arrives with his wine...and diverts his attention. Whew. 
  Close one.

Mehlani can't manage a smile. She does manage a tentative slight stretching 
  of her mouth, as she edges off, trying to keep her unruly threesome from 
  knocking her hat off or shredding the fabric of her shirt. "Go get it," she 
  mutters at them, and hurls the ball out through the entryway. Elated, the 
  greens and the brown launch off her and tear outside after their toy.

K'nan wraps his fingers about the stem of his glass, and takes a long draught 
  of the wine before leaning back...and eyes the wine for a moment, murmuring, 
  "Too warm."

Whew. Mehlani reaches up to straighten her hat, throwing off a mental urge to 
  her fair NOT to bring her the ball back -- Munki's prone to do that, don't 
  you know -- and then edges back over to her mending.

Ro walks in from the bowl.
Ro has arrived.

K'nan sits at his wingtable, leaning back in his chair and holding a glass of 
  wine in hand...currently eying it dubiously.

Ro walks in quietly. Noticing the behatted girl, she smiles and sits beside 
  her, once she's gotten herself a mug of juice.

Blowing out a breath, and inwardly thankful that K'nan -- unlike a few other 
  green riders she can think of -- seems to turn introverted when proddy, 
  Mehlani sinks back into her chair and reaches again for her mending. But as 
  Ro comes up beside her, she glances up and smiles weakly. Only her eyes 
  flick in K'nan's direction as she mouths 'proddy' at her friend.

Ro's eyebrow lifts and she casts a quick, discrete glance over at the 
  greenrider, her expression on of mild concern.

K'nan, fortunately, didn't see the mouthed words...and merely lifts his glass 
  once more to take a slow sip of the glittering crimson liquid, looking 
  rather...irritable.

Mehlani holds Ro's gaze long enough to get her point across, and then settles 
  down to continue her mending. That's a sizeable shirt she's working on 
  darning, clearly belonging on some large fellow's frame, a simple thing of 
  undyed linen. She appears to be involved in darning up the seam on the right 
  sleeve. She murmurs sidelong to Ro, "Are you well today?"

Ro says softly to Mehlani "Tired. Which is what I guess I would expect to be 
  after cleaning up after a fall. How about you?"

"Well enough," is 'Lani's low reply. She smiles a little. "I am mending for 
  Duskfire Wing today..." She nods down at the shirt.

Ro says "Ooo, that must be a rather large job to get."

Mehlani murmurs peacefully (well, as peacefully as she can with a proddy rider 
  in the room), "Not too large... only four or five of them, but they are 
  awfully hard on their shirts."

Ro nods "So I see." Then, after a moment she asks "Is there anything in 
  particular you'd want to eat today?"

Treena walks in from the bowl.
Treena has arrived.

Mehlani blinks to Ro, pausing in her re-threading of her needle. "I... don't 
  know," she answers, expression a trifle blank in susprise. "Why?"

Treena smiles and takes a seat at a table, pouring herself some juice. " Good 
  afternoon everyone."

Mehlani looks up and bobs her behatted head earnestly to Treena. She and Ro 
  are sitting together; before Mehlani, on the floor, is a basket full of 
  assorted bits of clothing, and she has a shirt in her lap.

K'nan sits at a table by himself, fingers curled around a glass of wine as he 
  just...seemingly broods.

Ro says "Because I got cooking today, but I don't know what I want to make."

Treena grins and looks at Ro. " Well, let me know when you cook... I have dish 
  washing. " She makes aneww face, but then it falls off her face, replaced by 
  a happy expression.

Ro says to Treena "I'll be cooking as soon as I think of what to make."

Her needle re-threaded, Mehlani resumes stitching up that sizeable sleeve, and 
  she smiles shyly to Ro. "I am not very good with cooking, so I do not really 
  think much about what food I like..."

Treena looks at Ro with an expression that says 'keep that mind blank'. " 
  wellhave fun.. I'd much rather cook myself, but I guess dish washing needs 
  to be done just as much."

Ro says "I'm not the greatest either, but I can make quite a few simple 
  things. And I'm good at getting it so it isn't raw in the middle or 
  overcooked, and that counts for a lot."
Ro nods to Treena.

Mehlani murmurs to Ro, "Jorenan says that." Her face and frame have relaxed a 
  little; it helps to have others in the room.

Mehlani(#4177POceq)
This young woman, probably somewhere in her latter teen Turns, stands at 5'4" 
  in height and is of a slender, sweetly curved build. Her skin is lightly 
  tanned, with a light dusting of freckles across her nose; her hair, just 
  long enough to reach her shoulders, is of a medium auburn hue. Seldom does 
  this lass speak; when she does, her voice is soft and gravely toned. But far 
  more often than not, she simply fixes her liquid blue gaze on an object or 
  person of interest, and keeps it there with an intense attention that 
  suggsts the weight of her world rides upon her drinking in every detail of 
  her surroundings through her guileless eyes.
She is currently clad in a simply cut dark golden brown blouse with blue laces 
  at her collar and sleeves, along with a pair of dark brown breeches laced, 
  also in blue, around her calves and ankles. Over the shirt she is wearing a 
  soft black leather vest of a stylish cut, setting off the pale cloth beneath 
  it. On her feet she sports a pair of sturdy, scuffed boots; on her head 
  perches a battered brown wherhide hat, just a touch too large for her. 
  Through the braid of her hair is entwined a long ribbon of Harper blue, 
  glimmering out amongst her auburn tresses.

Treena
A young woman, not yet twenty Turns. She is wearing a dark green blouse, with 
  two small silver cuffs holding her sleeves in place at the wrist. A 
  soft-looking black vest hangs open over the blouse, which is tucked into 
  brown leather breeches, and she is wearing wher-hide boots that have seen 
  much travel. Her long auburn hair is pulled back and clasped with a simple 
  wooden clip at ther base of her neck. Her blue-green eyes sparkle, and a 
  friendly smile curves upwards under prominent, high cheekbones. Absently, 
  she is humming a tune to herself that is familiar, and yet, different.
Carrying:
Athene
Pyrite
Tyr(#5433Vp)
Odin
Orion(#14725Vhp$)
Thor

Ro nods, and then gets an idea. "I know, I'll make one of those recipes Jore 
  and I talked about. It should be fun!" And with that she takes off into the 
  kitchen.
Ro walks off towards the kitchen.
Ro has left.
From the kitchen, Ro enters the kitchen from the living cavern.

Mehlani blinks after Ro, and then smiles, finishing off the seam she's darning.

Treena looks at the pile of garments on the floor " Would you like help with 
  mending? " She asks quietly.

K'nan leans forward, elbows resting on his table as he looks silently down 
  into the glass of wine that he holds..seemingly thoughtful. Or perhaps 
  falling asleep.

From the kitchen, Ro grabs some bread dough that needs to be kneaded anyway, 
  and puts it in a bowl with some olives, sunflower seeds, and carefully 
  selected herbs. She kneads these into the the dough and then sets it in a 
  loaf pan to rise.

Treena looks over at K'nan, wondering if he is feeling okay.
Treena leans over and quietly whispers to Mehlani " is he all right?"

Mehlani glances over to Treena, a bit of startlement in her gaze, which is 
  followed by a slight shy smile. "Thank you," she murmurs. "They are Duskfire 
  Wing's shirts... some trousers, too..." She's finished the large shirt she 
  was darning, something large enough that it could easily hold two of her, 
  and she folds it up. Leaning over the basket, she then pauses, finding the 
  next garment is another shirt, something of a striking shade of dusky blue. 
  Taking up this garment with surprisingly careful hands, laying the first in 
  the basket, 'Lani murmurs then, "His green is proddy."

From the kitchen, Ro digs around til she finds some olive oil and crushes 
  garlic into it.

Treena ohhhs and pulls a needle and thread out out of one of her pouches. She 
  takes a shirt, and after threading the needle, begins to sew up a tear in 
  it. " I feel bad for him then."

'Lani just bobs her head a little, earnestly. Her hands linger on the blue 
  shirt, perhaps without her really knowing it, smoothing out the fabric 
  before she finally comes across a rather miniscule rip in a shoulder seam. 
  But she takes an inordinate amount of time rummaging through the sewing 
  supplies by her basket, looking for exactly the right shade of thread.

From the kitchen, Ro crushes some black peppercorns and sprinkles them in the 
  oil.
From the kitchen, Ro walks into the Living Cavern.
Ro walks in from the kitchen.
Ro has arrived.

Treena works absently on the tear in the shirt in her lap, the stitches coming 
  out small and even. Looking up at Ro, she asks " Do you have much you need 
  washed right now?"

Tyr has arrived.
Treena watches as brown Tyr takes flight from her shoulder.
Tyr flits through the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Tyr has left.

If the sudden shine in Mehlani's eyes is any indication, this blue shirt she's 
  found means something to her. She compares several bits of blue thread 
  against it before finding what she wants, and as she sits up again, she 
  blinks distractedly at Ro. "I... could help you, if you need it..." She'd 
  have to put down the shirt, but such is life, hey?

K'nan takes another slow sip of his wine, finishing the glass, and sets it 
  down...leaning back and folding his arms behind his head with a quiet sigh.

Treena looks surprised at Mehlani's interest in the shirt, but as she doesn't 
  know the girl well, goes back to her work.
Treena finishes the shirt, puts her needle and thread away, and gets up. " I'm 
  sorry, but I'm afraid i have to go. I'll see you again soon."
Treena walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Treena has left.

Ro shakes her head "Just the bowl I used. There will be more later.
Ro glances over at Mehlani "Oh, I don't need any help. Just time now. Hey, 
  isn't that...." her voice trails off.

Mehlani blinks after Treena, then lifts her gaze up to Ro, questioningly.

Ro is looking at the shirt in Mehlani's hands, a slightly puzzled expression 
  on her face.

'Lani follows Ro's gaze down, then abruptly pinkens, but also smiles 
  sheepishly. "Umm.... yes," she murmurs, though Ro really hadn't finished her 
  question.

Ro says quietly, but thoughtfully "I wonder if it was coincidence you got 
  mending for that particular wing."

Threading blue into her needle, Mehlani then begins putting tiny, exquisitely 
  careful stitches into that barely noticeable shoulder tear, while pointing 
  out, "I would be happy to mend for any riders that need it, and I have 
  helped other wings before...." She's still blushing, though.

Ro smiles "Still, I wonder if some brownrider didn't have a say in it."

Peeking up from under her hat brim, Mehlani observes placidly, "Well, Duskfire 
  riders _do_ know me, and they need their clothes mended just like anyone 
  else..." She gazes with unmistakable fondness down at the blue shirt she's 
  repairing, even as she concludes in a tone that can't quite reach her usual 
  gravity, "And some brownriders know that I like to mend his--er, that I like 
  to sew."

Ro nods solemnly, though there is a mischievious glint in her eyes "Yes, that 
  would seem to be so."

Mehlani has turned a warm shade of rose along her cheeks, her gaze riveted on 
  the precise little stitches she's placing into the deep dusty blue cloth. 
  "I'll mend for Thunderbolt Wing tomorrow," she defends herself primly.

Ro nods "I'm sure they will be happy to hear that."

Mehlani peeks at Ro again, torn. Then she peeks left, peeks right... and peeks 
  at the broody K'nan, just to be safe. Then she looks back up at her friend, 
  eyes shyly alight, and she confidingly murmurs, "I picked it out for him--" 
  Her gaze immediately drops to the shirt, making it clear what she means.

Ro says "I'm sure he loves it." and retreats to the kitchen to put the bread 
  in the oven.
Ro walks off towards the kitchen.
Ro has left.
From the kitchen, Ro enters the kitchen from the living cavern.

Mehlani glances disappointedly after Ro as her friend scurries off, but sighs, 
  and almost grins to herself, refocusing her attention on her work.

K'nan finds himself at length out of wine...and just remains quiet for a long 
  few minutes, looking silently into the depths of his glass.

Prolong it though she might, eventually, Mehlani has to finish fixing that 
  blue shirt. And it's not a long rip by any stretch of the imagination. 
  Still, she does her best to extend the task, till at last the repair she 
  made is complete, invisible along the seam. With the same care, she folds up 
  the shirt.... and then peeks over at K'nan, realizing she's alone in the 
  cavern with him again. Oh dear. Leave him to himself, or offer to fetch.... 
  she pauses, then finally sets the blue shirt down, rising. "Would you like 
  anything?" she calls softly to K'nan, tentatively.

K'nan slowly lifts his head at the question...and looks over at 'Lani in 
  silent for a few minutes. Just when it might become unnerving, he asks 
  softly, "Please..some more wine?"

The lass fidgets with her hat, but only briefly, and bobs her head as she 
  slips off to find some wine -- cold -- for the rider, and cold redfruit 
  juice for herself.

K'nan just turns back to his empty glass, pondering it in silence as he waits 
  for the girl's return.

It takes a little bit -- Mehlani has to delve into the cold storage, off in 
  the kitchens, but any well-stocked Weyr knows to keep its wine cold during 
  the summer. She eventually returns with a flask in one hand and a mug of 
  juice in the other, and approaches K'nan to silently hold out the former 
  object.

K'nan takes a moment to notice her, then turns and reaches out to take the 
  flask...and smiles suddenly, "How have you been lately, Mehlani?" Uh oh.

Mehlani blinks, and then answers earnestly, "Well, thank you..." It's obvious 
  to her how K'nan is, but politeness nevertheless dictates that she add, "And 
  you?"

"Shardin' hot...otherwise well enough. " K'nan gestures to a seat near him, 
  ordering casually, "Sit, sit, I haven't talked to ye in too long...what's 
  been up in your life?"

K'nan
Wearing an easy smile, the occasional spark of mischief gleaming in his 
  sky-blue eyes, this rider seems to have been around for more than a few 
  years now...but still seems approachable and friendly most of the time. The 
  instability of earlier Turns has evened out into a calmer life, threadfall 
  excepting, and it shows in his demeanor to those who know him best. His 
  light brown hair is tied back with a strip of leather, keeping it out of his 
  face. It hangs back down to the bottom of his neck. He wears a simple black 
  tunic, edged at the bottom with red and bound at the waist by a belt of 
  black wherhide. Several pouches hang from the belt, which K'nan uses to 
  store meatrolls, small jars of oil, and other such items. His black leggings 
  are tucked down into a pair of mismatched boots, worn and stained from age 
  and travel. He refuses to replace them for some reason, however. His left 
  shoulder is padded to allow a firelizard to perch comfortably. On his right 
  shoulder is a knot in black, white, and a single strand of green, showing 
  him to be a greenrider at Telgar Weyr. His only other ornament is a gold 
  pendant depicting a dragon in flight, hung abound his neck with a braided 
  black cord.

Mehlani considers this, and then bobs her behatted head, settling down 
  feather-light into the seat pointed out. "I've been... simply helping out 
  again, 'round the Weyr, since I got back from Greystones," she murmurs 
  softly.

K'nan pours himself a glass of the wine, then makes as if to offer some to the 
  girl...and grins, nodding, "Everything going well, since your return?"

From the kitchen, Treena walks out of the passageway that leads down to the 
  storerooms.

'Lani gives a little shake of her head, indicating the juice mug she's cupping 
  in her dainty hands. Then she nods and says shyly, "It's been good to be 
  back... though I think that I will go to Igen soon and see my brother..."

From the kitchen, Treena works on washing some dishes, and rattles the pots 
  and pans, so that she doesn't hear anything going on in the cavern

K'nan sets down the flask, and nods.. "I met some Igenites just last eve..they 
  were stopping by to visit. Lovely young lasses, they were." He winks, 
  teasingly, "Though I'm sure you'll outshine them when you go to visit. 
  Shells, you must have every young man in th'weyr after you by now..."

Mehlani can be seen to turn quite pink, and her gaze drops demurely to her 
  juice. "Not really," she murmurs.

K'nan grins all the more as he notices the blush.. "Oh, come now, don't be 
  modest...."

"Well, I _don't_..." Mehlani is nothing if not a truthful young lady, and she 
  is honorbound to clarify, "Not every young man, no..."

K'nan grins... "But more than a few?"

From the kitchen, Treena puts down the washing she was doing, and walks off, 
  because she was unable to completely block out conversation, and doesn't 
  want to eavesdrop
From the kitchen, Treena walks into the Living Cavern.
Treena walks in from the kitchen.
Treena has arrived.
Treena walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Treena has left.

"Um...." Mehlani's still blushing, quite vividly. "Only a couple..."

K'nan chuckles softly, taking a sip of wine..then nods, oblivious to her 
  embarassment, "Enjoying it?"

Mehlani murmurs, "It's.... nice...." Honestly enough, though she's obviously 
  chagrined. She manages a wisp of a smile, her gaze still down on her juice 
  as she sips at it.

K'nan grins broadly at the poor girl, "Good...have fun with them. " He lifts 
  the glass to his lips again, adding before he takes a drink, "This /is/ a 
  weyr, after all."

"Well, yes, um..." Mehlani isn't entirely sure where to go with this 
  conversation. Politeness is a good thing, but the behatted lass wonders how 
  far one can safely go when attempting to soothe a proddy rider. She is, 
  fortuitously, abruptly distracted -- by a howl of indignation bursting up 
  from somewhere in the inner caverns. Her head shoots around.
"Arki," Mehlani gasps. "Um.... please, excuse me, I'd better go...."
Mehlani, with that, sets her juice on the nearest flat surface and darts off, 
  hand on her hat, to rescue whatever poor wretch has riled the wrath of her 
  green fire lizard.

[End log.]