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[NOTE: This log immediately follows "proddy-lani-1.txt".]

Log Date:
	3/2/98

Log Cast:
	(People) Mehlani, E'rian (NPC), K'star (NPC)

	(Fire Lizards) Pheloni, Six Hatchlings

	(Dragons) Herath, Pleiath

Log Intro:
	Much to his delight, E'rian has discovered Mehlani in a very strange
if very pleasant state -- her hair down, her slender form clad in a lacy
white blouse and a full swirling blue skirt, and most delightful of all,
far more responsive than usual to his charm. Milleniuth's young rider has
coaxed the girl out of the crowded living cavern, and is hoping to escort
her off to the secluded quiet of the Records Room... but it's not Records
study E'rian has in mind.
	Little does E'rian know that his brother K'star is already in
there, as well as another surprise....

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You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Southern Bowl(#396RJL$)
Contents:
Herath
Pleiath
Veyath(#3233JQepqs)
Cygnith
Lysseth
Spineth(#8674JOaepq$)
Obvious exits:
Living Cavern  Weyrling Barracks  Central Bowl  Weyrleaders' Complex  Outer 
  Infirmary  Guest Weyr  Records Room  

Herath leans to whuff the familiar young woman, but something...some look upon 
  the young lasses face...seems to still her motions.

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

Pleiath reluctantly rises from lying in her dam's shadow. She, too, checks out 
  Mehlani, though she's never shown an interest in the young lady before. 
  Herath finds her interesting, after all.

With E'rian's jacket draped about her slender shoulders, and E'rian himself 
  smilingly escorting her, Mehlani looks absently up to gold Herath. She 
  smiles distractedly at the dragon, before E'rian escorts her into the 
  Records Room.

You walk into the records cavern, leaving the bowl behind.
Records Room(#403RJs$)
Contents:
Pheloni(#13795IMVpq)
Evil Temple of Doom Basket!
Kyril
Threadfall Charts
Turn Day Register
Weyr Coverage Map
Council Table
Obvious exits:
Bowl  

Evil Temple of Doom Basket!
        Woven of cut river reeds that have been dyed in shades of green, gold, 
  bronze, black, white, and red, with a stripe of Dragonhealer purple winding 
  its way across the top, this basket is filled to the brim with warm sand and 
  warmer shells of the fire-lizard egg variety. The wild colors of the basket 
  pale beside those of its contents. Funny; no dam seems to be guarding this 
  clutch, for all that they look to be just hard enough to hatch any minute 
  now. In fact... did one of those eggs just rock?

Rolling forth from the vividly red, black, and white shell that has encased 
  her for all of her life until this moment, this lithe green hatchling with 
  streaks of a yellow so pale as to be nearly golden streaming over her neck 
  and wingsails does not make a very decorous entrance. Yet there can be no 
  doubt that she retains a certain poise that would be more expected of a 
  queen. Her conformation is graceful and smooth, promising that she will be a 
  flawless beauty once she comes of age; her gait, even at her first step, is 
  sinuous and very nearly sensual. This hatchling will indubitably be one who 
  shall use her loveliness as men use weapons, manipulating her way into even 
  the hardest of hearts. She turns her faceted carmine eyes upon you and 
  utters a plaintive dulcet creel... and you are apt to be charmed despite 
  yourself, for even the most cautious would find it difficult to resist this 
  intelligent and cunning lady.

'Befuddled' would be a good word to describe this rotund little blue. 
  'Ineffectual' might be another. Poor little guy; from the second he bumbles 
  out of his egg, he seems destined to be a sidekick, doing good only by 
  sheerest chance and missing out on the action more often than not. When he 
  *does* manage to latch on to whatever sort of event might be happening, you 
  can tell that he'll do more harm than good simply by being present; he's 
  just that kind of 'lizard. His headknobs and the area around them are 
  crowned by a most peculiar cap of silvering grey; the rest of him has hints 
  of this color, though his feet are so dark as to be nearly black. One might 
  almost swear that he is wearing shoes. With a tentative bugle that alarms 
  him to the point where he jumps into the air in surprise, the pudgy little 
  'lizard waddles his way forth to take his place in the world... and with a 
  courageous humanthing who might have enough compassion to guide him.

This little brown squeaks and chitters rather playfully as he tumbles from his 
  egg and hops about the cot. Quite agile for one so newly arrived, he dances 
  about, surrying here and there and looking for a bite to eat. As he moves, 
  his dark brown hide dries into a brushed brown, almost giving him the 
  appearance of having a coat of hair over his entire body. Everywhere, that 
  is, except on his chest, shoulders and wings, which are a velvety red-brown 
  that is shot through with gold highlights. With a chirp and squawk, he 
  scampers up an arm, over a shoulder and back down again, silly as a wherry. 
  But suddenly he stops, and lets out a belch to stop Belior in its orbit. The 
  astonished look on his face can only be described as one that a child might 
  make when given a sour food, like a bad date.

Stepping lithely from her shell, this little green has all the poise and 
  finesse of a gold dragon. She surveys the world about her with a 
  discriminating eye, sizing it up as if it were an audience she had to 
  entertain. Her silky green hide is wrought with traceries of gold and yellow 
  in small repeating patterns that look, themselves, a bit like little 
  dragons. Several measured paces forward, and she begins to croon in a sultry 
  sort of way. But something in the song is odd... familliar, yet distorted. 
  When the serenade is done, she starts to wander about, but suddenly, for 
  some odd reason she squawks loudly, her finished demeanor shattered. Ducking 
  behind the closest object, her cries continue until silenced be a soothing 
  hand in a beat-up brown fedora.

With the salt-and-pepper markings of iron grey and silvering white along this 
  dignified navy blue hatchling's chin, one might almost think that some 
  mischievous soul has somehow gotten a tiny fake beard attached to him. Yet 
  the markings are natural, and serve to make his appearance comically like 
  that of an aging man who still possesses a remarkable store of serenity and 
  poise. The cap of nearly black hide atop his head only makes this image 
  stronger. His vermillion eyes, when calmed, seem to hold a vast store of 
  knowledge that contrasts sharply with his young age; there can be no doubt 
  that he will always be sharply intelligent, especially for a blue. He opens 
  his mouth to call out his hunger, and the sound that emerges is deep, but 
  musical, with a melodious accent all its own.

The top of the Forbidden Secret Ark Egg seems almost to explode, flying back 
  from the rest of it with an astonishing force. Not waisting a moment, a 
  pale, wraithlike green erupts from the opening she has made with a wail of 
  ghostly wrath at the ignonimy of her birth. Her hide is wrapped in mists of 
  opaque white and candleflame yellow, nearly obliterating the sickly greens 
  beneath; her movements are unbelievably quick and graceful, but her manner 
  has no grace at all. She is one who will be vicious beyond belief when 
  proddy, and contain a cruel streak at the best of times; any who disturb her 
  will face her anger, and for all that she is only a fire-lizard, it will not 
  pay to underestimate the power of her rage. Even now may it be seen in the 
  smoldering garnet of her eyes, which slowly turn upon you as though 
  wondering whether you will become pet... or prey.

        These hatchlings of Kassima's green Kitrine and Kindre's bronze Flyrk 
  all look to you with pleading, begging, hungry little crimson eyes. Aaaaaw! 
  Do a 'summary' to see a brief list of your new brood of FLs! *evil snicker* 
  Once through, @tel Evil (appropriate, no?)=home :) It should be noted that 
  Jayna and A'lex helped to sneak the basket in here...Kassi & Kin likely 
  feeling evil enough just being the pets of the spawners...ENJOY!

1. Imposing Crimson Swastika Egg hatched Dazzlingly Deceptive Dulcet Green 
  Hatchling, based on Elsa Schneider and desced by Kassima.
2. Dusty Tome Brown Egg hatched Befuddled Sidekick Blue Hatchling, based on 
  Marcus Brody and desced by Kassima.
3. Poisoned Date Egg hatched Mischievous Chittering Brown Hatchling, based on 
  the monkey in _Raiders of the Lost Ark_ and desced by A'lex.
4. Mysterious Mad-Seeming Midnight Egg hatched Sultry Singer Green Hatchling, 
  based on Willie from _Temple of Doom_ and desced by A'lex.
5. Radiant Golden Chalice Egg hatched Sharp Self-Possessed Scottish Blue 
  Hatchling, based on Henry Jones, Sr. and desced by Kassima.
6. Forbidden Secret Ark Egg hatched Lethal Disturbed Spirit Green Hatchling, 
  based on the spirits that came forth from the Ark of the Covenant and desced 
  by Kassima.

E'rian pauses just inside the door, long enough to glance back at his 
  green--who is, it might be noted, keeping a nice, safe distance from Veyath. 
  "This is much better," he says, listening to the quiet for a moment. Or 
  rather... the mostly-quiet. There's a faint rustling behind one of the 
  Records stacks, but it really isn't enough to cause notice. The basket of 
  eggs, however, *is* enough to cause notice... especially when they start 
  cracking. "Uh-oh...?"

Mehlani blinkblinks dewily up at E'rian again, her steps just a trifle 
  unsteady, and her hand gripping his arm all unknowing. As he trails 
  startledly off, however, she follows his hazel gaze, and then.... stares. 
  "Oh my," she murmurs tinily.

E'rian, wise lad that he is, keeps an exceptionally healthy distance from 
  those eggs. Peculiarly, there's a bowl of meat sitting... hmm. Not far from 
  where 'Lani is standing, actually. Whoever could have left that there? 
  "'Lani?" he asks, his voice a bit higher-pitched than usual. "I think they 
  like you...." Better you than me, babe.

As the hatchlings start converging on her, Mehlani blinks several times, 
  noticeably startled, and she flashes her wide-eyed gaze back and forth 
  between the horde of hatchlings and the young green rider. "What...? Oh... 
  oh dear... E'rian, I... I can't possibly.... oh my...."

Pheloni peers down a bookshelf at the tiny young brood of peeping 'lizards and 
  chirples a greeting to them. His voice is almost...well...mocking as he 
  watches the Impressions.

The hatchlings do indeed converge on Mehlani, their chirps and cheeplings 
  ranging from the pitiful to the demanding. "I think you'd best," Eyr warns. 
  "Some of those critters don't look like they'll take no for an answer. And 
  they *are* pretty cute." That doesn't entice him from his not-quite-hiding 
  place far away from the basket, however.

Mehlani, looking rather perplexed as E'rian actually appears to have left her 
  side, blinks several times, and then looks limpidly down at the hatchlings. 
  A heart tenderly moved by all animals and winged creatures beats in her 
  young breast, and at the moment, for some strange reason, her sentiments 
  appear to be even sharper than usual. A soft "ohhhhhhh" of compassion 
  escapes her; she can hardly let the little things go hungry. She scoops up 
  the bowl of meat and then sinks down to the floor, her skirt puddling out in 
  blue cloth around her.
Mehlani seems to think of something, however. She lifts her liquid gaze up to 
  E'rian and says distractedly, "Someone... should be told, surely they'd want 
  to know if the clutch is hatching....? Oh," she adds, as baby fire lizards 
  start clambering up into her lap.

Quite gratefully, the six young hatchlings of Kitrine and Flyrk rush forward 
  to take their shares of the meat... and one by one, look up to meet 
  Mehlani's eyes with their own, whirling blue with absolute love and trust 
  for this kindhearted young human. E'rian edges closer, perhaps feeling a bit 
  guilty for abandoning 'Lani... but he still maintains a healthy distance 
  until the last of the 'lizards have Impressed. "I think it's too late," he 
  whispers, perhaps a touch awed despite himself at the sight of hatching 
  'lizards. It likely reminds him of the Hatching when Milleniuth claimed him 
  at Benden, now Turns ago. 

Mehlani swallows hard, looking noticeably more dazed as the impact of six tiny 
  'lizard minds starts making itself felt on her already slightly addled 
  thoughts. As the miniature horde gobbles down the tidbits offered by 
  Mehlani's fingers, some shyly, some boldly, all with voracious hunger, the 
  girl's expression turns positively melting, and she looks up to E'rian to 
  proclaim, moved, "They're... so _small_....!"

Pheloni(#13795IMVpq)
Hued a brilliant azure, this sprite firelizard more often than not finds 
  himself in trouble, or causing it. A true free spirit in his own mind, he is 
  quite the mischievious young thing.

E'rian kneels down beside 'Lani, able to smile at the girl and her 'lizards 
  now that there's no longer a danger. "Aye, they are," he agrees. "And I 
  don't believe I've ever seen a fairer sight than you caring for these little 
  ones. It makes me want to...." He trails off, glancing again at the 'lizards 
  without finishing his sentence.

A chorus of peeps sounds out in answer to Mehlani's voice, and she keeps 
  feeding the hungry little ones, encouraging the shyer of the two blues, 
  trying to separate two of the greens as they jockey for the most 
  advantageous spot on her lap. The look with which Mehlani regards E'rian now 
  is no less melting than the one with which she's regarding her sudden new 
  fair, and she breathes to him tenderly, "You're always so sweet, E'rian...."

"Not as sweet as you," E'rian repeats with a warm smile. After a moment's 
  hesitation, he follows through on his impulse... leaning over to kiss 'Lani 
  much as he did when Milleniuth was proddy before. "Just as I remembered," he 
  remarks once the kiss is broken, his smile even broader and warmer somehow. 
  "Sweeter than any rose by far. You're truly something else, Mehlani."

'Lani sways there where she sits, actually distracted enough from the tangle 
  of hatchlings in her lap that she pauses in her feeding efforts; this 
  doesn't stop the brown and the bolder of the blues and greens from climbing 
  right into the bowl and arguing over the last of the scraps. Mehlani herself 
  just gazes liquidly at E'rian, her eyes very wide, her cheeks beginning to 
  pinken.

E'rian gives another quiet, deep-throated chuckle, brushing his fingers 
  lightly along 'Lani's cheek. "Been a time since I've last kissed a girl 
  speechless," he teases--then turns, frowning, as a loud bugle is heard from 
  outside. "Milleniuth," he sighs. "She's gotten into some kind of an argument 
  with Indyth. Shells and fardles, I hate to leave you... but I must. Will I 
  see you again some other day, Mehlani, light of my soul?"

"Indyth....?" Mehlani echoes, looking as though she's having a hard time 
  following E'rian's change in topics. Between that and the fire lizards still 
  squirming in her lap, she gives the slightest of confused frowns, but then 
  bobs her head to the young green rider. "Yes.... of course...."

With another sigh, Eyr dips his head to give 'Lani another kiss, though this 
  time a quick one. "Then I'll see you soon--and that's a promise," he states, 
  getting to his feet with a wink and then dashing out towards the Bowl.

From that corner the rustling was coming from earlier, a fedora-wearing hat 
  slowly peeks out, not looking at all pleased. Nevertheless, Kes manages to 
  school his expression into a more bland one before he raises his voice to 
  call, "'Lani? Is that you?" Oh, yeah. Like he doesn't know.

E'rian's absence leaving her feeling... odd (but then, she's felt odd all 
  day), Mehlani frowns consideringly to herself, one hand lifted to her head, 
  the other moving to try to soothe the fair in her lap now that they appear 
  to have eaten their fill. Or at least, one hopes they have, for the three 
  braver ones have cleared out the bowl, and are falling asleep in a knot of 
  brown, blue, and green. But at the sound of Kes's call, the girl looks up, 
  blinking disorientedly at yet another new thing to try to sort out. "Kes," 
  she blurts.

"That'd be me," Kes agrees, his own smile, like his fedora, rather crooked. 
  "Hey. I see you've picked up some new 'lizards...?" Yes, Kes, good idea: 
  keep the topic a nice and safe one at first. Wouldn't want to startle the 
  girl.

Mehlani blinks owlishly, melting warmth warring with confusion on her dainty 
  features. "Yes," she agrees after a moment, sounding as if it took her a bit 
  of thought to settle on the word. "They were... just here! Do, do you know 
  whose clutch they are, I-I-I don't want anyone to be mad.... they were all 
  hatching... and hungry... and... they're so..." She trails off, her gaze 
  dipping to the fair again. They appear to be all dozing off, in a slow 
  stream of fire lizard yawns, curlings of tails about bodies, and shutting of 
  multiple sets of eyelids. 'Lani's expression softens, almost foolishly, 
  suggesting something's not quite right behind her limpid blue eyes.

"I think Kassi misplaced a clutch recently," K'star says slowly. "She was 
  wondering where it had gotten to. I was planning on telling her about the 
  basket being in here when I finished up, but there's little point now. I 
  sincerely doubt *she'd* mind. She's got enough 'lizards to repopulate the 
  Weyr, or nearly." Flashing that trademark grin of his briefly, he settles 
  down to sit cross-legged on the floor beside 'Lani. "They're adorable. 
  Voracious, but adorable. Listen... I have to say...." He pauses, and then 
  rushes ahead, "I saw what E'rian did just now. 'Twasn't very chivalrous of 
  him to up and kiss you with nay warning--are you all right?" His brogue has 
  thickened a bit, in his concern for the girl's welfare.

Mehlani's gaze lifts to take in K'star as he sits down beside her, and that 
  strange softness is still present in her face. Then her brows draw together 
  in bemusement, first at Kes's abrupt transition to speaking of his brother, 
  and then to his final question. Her hand returns to her brow, and she 
  murmurs, "E'rian... asked me that, too... I... I feel a little odd..." The 
  confession drifts out of her in a gentle tone, as her gaze settles on the 
  young brown rider, and the scar across his chin. And she concludes, perhaps 
  in self-contradiction, "I'm fine..."

Pheloni leaves the records cavern.
Pheloni has left.

K'star regards Mehlani levelly under the brim of his fedora. "I just want to 
  make sure that Eyr didn't upset you. If he did... well, I promise you, he'd 
  regret it." Taking in her new outfit at last, the young brownrider blinks in 
  surprise. "'Lani! I never knew you liked skirts... shards, they suit you. 
  Might be a bit impractical for reading Records in winter in, though."

"Oh, no, he was very sweet," Mehlani answers earnestly. Then, her head tilting 
  a little, her gaze still on Kes's face, she goes on dreamily, "You're 
  both... always very sweet to me! Good friends...." Her brow crinkles a 
  little, though. "I hope Indyth is not too angry at Milleniuth. He said they 
  were arguing..." And then, without much of a pause, she smiles sweetly, 
  utterly unconsciously, and explains, "Faarla sent the skirt.... I had to try 
  it on!"

K'star's breath catches a bit in his throat at that sweet smile from 'Lani, 
  and he clears said throat a bit awkwardly. "Well, then... if you don't 
  mind...." Funny. The young man almost looks jealous, an emotion that doesn't 
  rest very well on his handsome features. "I hope I'm always a good friend to 
  you, 'Lani. Oh, here--I got you something, by the by. Just a little trinket 
  I picked up at Smithcraft while running an errand, but I thought you might 
  like it." He draws a peculiar tangle of metal rings from his pocket. "'Tis a 
  puzzle, you see. When it's solved, they'll all line up in a row, and you can 
  wear 'em as a set of bracelets or whatever you like. I figured you're clever 
  enough for puzzles like this. I confess, they tend to confuse me." With a 
  faint smile quirking his mouth upward, he notes quietly, "It looks 
  magnificent. Faarla has good taste in gifts."

Mehlani ohs, her eyes widening at the gift. Another vivid smile warms her 
  face, and she breathes, "I love puzzles...!" She accepts the shiny tangle in 
  awe, but once she's holding it, she gives it only a passing glance before 
  her gaze returns to the brown rider. "Thank you, twice," she goes on. And 
  then she trails off again, still staring dewily Keswards, her lips slightly 
  parted.

K'star's grin is as bright as the sun as 'Lani expresses pleasure with the 
  gift. "I thought you might... and I'm glad I wasn't wrong," he says. 
  Swallowing, he gazes into her eyes and murmurs a slightly husky, "You're 
  welcome, twice." Then, before he can think better of it, he bends to touch 
  his lips to hers in a kiss more along the lines of warm and brotherly than 
  that bestowed by E'rian... for the first second or two, anyway. He abruptly 
  turns his head, flushing. "I'm sorry," he mutters, and heaves a sigh. "I'm 
  no better than Eyr, after all."

Mehlani gasps softly as she's kissed for the third time in only a handful of 
  minutes; kissed, she sways again where she sits, and has to fumble to 
  support herself by pressing a palm to the floor. But then, as Kes jerks his 
  gaze away, she does something startling with that same hand -- she lifts it 
  round to his far cheek, to turn his face back to her. "Handsome," she 
  whispers, oddly dreamily. "You have such fine eyes, Kes..." Her own are 
  turning rather noticeably vacant.

K'star's eyes widen, and he involuntarily raises one hand to rest it lightly 
  atop Mehlani's. "I... you really think that I'm handsome?" he asks, sounding 
  downright stunned. It had never occured to him, apparently, that 'Lani might 
  admire *him* rather than vice-versa. "Oh, 'Lani. You're too generous--but 
  that's part of what makes you such a wonderful lady." However, it has surely 
  occured to him even through his delighted daze that this behavior just isn't 
  *normal* for Mehlani, and his brow crinkles up in confusion.

'Lani slowly bobs her head, her consciousness full of the sense of Kes's cheek 
  beneath her hand, his fingers atop it, and the cadences of his voice falling 
  upon her ears. She could agree to _anything_ that voice is telling her, as 
  long as it keeps speaking to her. "Mmmhmm-hmm," she agrees languidly. Her 
  face is full of a growing adoration; if she were a fire lizard, her eyes 
  would be whirling.

K'star seems confused, albeit not displeased, by this new attitude of 
  Mehlani's... and who wouldn't be? But he's a man of honor, and wouldn't 
  misuse the power of the Voice. Instead, he simply says, "I could not be half 
  so handsome in your eyes as you are lovely in mine," and bends his head to 
  kiss her again. With a bit less hesitance this time, it might be added.

Mehlani appears to have absolutely no objections to K'star kissing her again; 
  in fact, awkwardly, she even seems to be trying to respond in kind. But she 
  also starts to sway unsteadily.

K'star reluctantly pulls away from 'Lani as she starts to sway, slipping an 
  arm around her waist. "Careful," he cautions. "You don't seem very steady, 
  of a sudden... and nay wonder, with all of these 'lizards and all. Mayhaps 
  you should head in for the night?"

Mehlani blinks, slumping sideways into Kes's support, then peering down 
  anxiously at the fair snoozing in her lap. The brown stirs restlessly; so 
  does one of the greens. "I feel strange," she blurts.

Kes frowns with definite concern. "Or maybe the infirmary would be a better 
  idea. Here--I'll help you up, if you will, and the 'lizards too if they 
  won't object." Something suddenly occurs to him, and he blinks. "'Lani, how 
  old is Rianet?"

The sight of the baby 'lizards seems to stir something in Mehlani's memory -- 
  and she doesn't seem to grasp Kes's question, at least not for a moment or 
  two. Then, her brow delicately furrowed, she muses, "Oh... about a Turn, I 
  think... yes... I wonder if she might be proddy. I haven't seen her, not all 
  day... but I think this is how Father must feel..." She abruptly giggles, 
  fatuously. "Father will have kittens when he hears I have three more greens, 
  just like him!" And in yet another topic shift, she returns a liquid gaze 
  to K'star and concludes, "You really have marvelous eyes..."

"She's proddy," Kes confirms. "At least, I think so. Indyth mentioned that 
  there was a proddy green flickering about that he thought he recognized--you 
  know how bad his memory is--but he didn't specify, so I wasn't sure...." A 
  flush stains his cheeks at this compliment from 'Lani. "Well, I can't take 
  credit for 'em. They're a gift from my mother, y'see." With another grin 
  even more crooked than usual, he starts to stand. "If that's it, maybe 
  Pierron has something that could help. 'Tany rate, sitting here on the cold 
  floor probably won't."

"Mhmm-hmmm," agrees 'Lani dreamingly, her gaze wavering from Kes Of The 
  Marvelous Eyes back down to her newly acquired fair. Having forgotten Eyr's 
  jacket still draped along her shoulders, she starts gently lifting 
  hatchlings to nestle them propped on her arm, right against her chest, 
  coaxing each to get a good grip on her before bringing up the next. Several 
  of the hatchlings chirr sleepily, in transit. The brown finally goes on 
  'Lani's left shoulder, and the bigger of the blues on her right. All the 
  while, Mehlani hums sweetly, before finally looking again up at the young 
  rider. "I think I can get up now..."

K'star eyes the jacket, certainly recognizing it, but decides not to make a 
  comment. "In that case, m'lady, may I escort you to your quarters?" he asks, 
  smiling. "Ah... mayhaps through the infirmary? The commotion in the Cavern 
  would probably wake the 'lizards."

With a sort of unpracticed grace, 'Lani daintily takes Kes's hand, and with 
  his aid, rises very carefully to her feet. She crinkles her nose slightly 
  as the hatchlings who've had to occupy her shoulders rouse enough to sink 
  their claws into Eyr's jacket, threatening to dislodge it, and she has to 
  let go of Kes's hand to grasp the jacket by the collar to keep it in place. 
  "A good idea," breathes the girl. "You're so very clever, Kes!"
Mehlani, with that, beams meltingly at the young rider and turns to wander 
  off, humming as she goes, more floating than walking from the look of her.

[And shortly....]

You head towards the corridor to the weyrfolk quarters.
Dormitories(#1277RA$)
Contents:
Shiva
Lost and Found Cabinet (OOC)
Obvious exits:
Inner Cavern  

At the door of the dormitories, Mehlani turns to smile radiantly up at her 
  escort, apparently oblivious to the possibility that anybody might actually 
  be _in_ the dorm. "Thank you, K'star," she breathes to him.

K'star glances anxiously about, since his mind is a *bit* less muddled than 
  'Lani's... but only a bit. Seeing no one at the moment, he sighs faintly in 
  relief and gives Mehlani a smile only a degree or two less bright than her 
  own. "Always welcome, Mehlani," he murmurs back. "Always welcome."

Actually _sighing_ dreamily, looking alarmingly like the lasses rumored to 
  worship her father, Mehlani gives Kes another warm shy smile, and then turns 
  to wander off for her cot. Once there, humming again, she gently places 
  hatchlings on the bed until she can place Eyr's jacket over her press and 
  then curl up amidst her sated fair. The moment she's lying down her eyes 
  begin to drift closed, but until it does, her gaze lingers on K'star's tall 
  young form, a smile softening her face.

K'star waits until 'Lani seems settled in and no longer wavering, watching her 
  with a certain light in those hazel eyes of his. On impulse, he blows her a 
  quick kiss before smiling at her with more warmth, should she but realize 
  it, than friendship could account for... and then, finally, he ducks back 
  out of the room with some reluctance. "G'night, 'Lani," his voice can be 
  heard to call softly behind him.

[End log.]