Imara - Sunday, February 17, 2002
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You walk over to the Southwestern Weyrs.

Southwestern Weyrs(#335RJLa$)
Glimpses of cothold 'weyrs' and the trails that leads to them are 
visible in amongst the scenery. A similar trail branches toward 
southern weyrs, and a wider, flatter track slopes back to the landing 
field.
The Journeyman's Pack seems to shimmer as he walks star-footed through 
the sky-bowl above, other stars gleam like distant dragonseyes through 
as the dimming red light of sunset fills the cooler autumn skies.  
Contents:
Nareisa(#2793PJce$)
Ainsley
Avaleth
Kenzie
A trundlebug
Obvious exits:
Landing Field  Southern Weyrs  Western Weyrs  

Kenzie bursts out laughing at Ainsley. "Oh, Ains! That's horrible! Get 
up!" Wobble over to offer a hand.

Ainsley attempts to get up but doubles over laughing again. Eventually, 
the poor Greener regains her composure and hefts herself to her feet. 
Voila. "K- *hic*-enzie.. Whose stuff are we moving?"

Kenzie is also on her feet - a good thing, surely. "Oh, I don't know! 
Is it... L'mir's? L'mir's stuff! We're moving it! Yay!" A fit of 
laughter follows. Good times.

A trundlebug has apparently chosen a rather busy path for its foraging! 
Dragons, dropping and flopping riders...

Imara tries to hide a grin as she watches her wingriders. "Now what 
have you ladies been up to?"

Nareisa giggles and giggles and giggles. "Er.. we're moving stuff?" she 
gives Imara a wobbly sort of salute. "Wingleader," she says, and bursts 
into giggles again.

Ainsley eyes Imara slowly, offering a slooow blink before cracking up 
again. "L'mir-shmear! Lessgo back to the 'Dog, Kenz-eeeeeee.... I'm 
still thirsty!" Unbelievable.

Kenzie shakes her head. "Nothing. Nothing at *all*, lady Imara ma'am. 
We're good people." Head continues to shake, but it stops just before 
Kenzie falls over.

Kenzie shakes a finger at Ainsley. "You can *not* still be thrusty... 
thirty... thirsty! 's not allowed!" Giggle!

Nareisa grabs at Kenzie's head. "We have to go do something don't we?" 
she says, giggling again.

A'dor has arrived.

Kenzie starts nodding again. "Yes. Yes, we do. We have to go move 
things. Now. Yes. Move things. Then drink some more. Because we aren't 
drunk yet, and we *have* to *hiccup* be."

Imara bites her lower lip. "Oh, I see. And you're wanting to help L'mir 
move? Well, okay, as long as it keeps you from the Dusty Dog. I think 
you three have had enough."

Ainsley folds over in giggles again. "But I /am/ sta--.. stu--.. still! 
Still thirsty!" At A'dor's arrival the tipsy Greenie promptly 
straightens, grabbing hold of Kenzie as the grass spins beneath her 
feet. "G'mo--.. G'ni--.. G'day, sir..". Whee. A man!

T'rrin walks over from the Southern Weyrs.
T'rrin has arrived.

Nareisa notes, her voice slurring, "I only had one!"

Imara just shakes her head slightly, looking at A'dor and T'rrin. 
"Seems they've gone and gotten drunk. Perhaps it is best to let them 
try to work it off. It'll be interesting to watch, at the least."

T'rrin wonders in and says softly, "That might be best..

Kenzie sighs. "Let's go, Ains! Nareisa! We must *work*!"

Kenzie walks into L'mir and Bronze Brielth's Weyr.
Kenzie has left.

Ainsley walks into L'mir and Bronze Brielth's Weyr.
Ainsley has left.

Imara grins at the three inebriated riders. "Okay, in you go, all three 
of you." 

Enjoying a mild autumn summer evening is a strolling A'dor. In and 
about the trees and flowers he walks, only to be attracted by all the 
raucous activity in the vicinity. Nodding to all with a soft chuckle 
and rakish grin, the brownrider is amused surely. "Watching is fun, 
really." Though, as the trio heads into L'mir's weyr, he can't help but 
grimace. "Anyone else going to help our esteemed Weyrleader? I have to 
get some bonus points myself, so..."

You walk into L'mir and Bronze Brielth's Weyr.

Brielth's Sandy Orchid Wallow(#3418RJL)
Obvious exits:
StoneSteps  Southwestern Weyrs  

You carefully walk down the steps toward L'mir's Cottage.

L'mir's Cottage(#2184RJL)

The Watchwher growls at the Trader's Wain just above the night-
meridian, and the other, varied, constellations gleam subtly through as 
the dimming red light of sunset fills the cooler autumn skies.  
Contents:
Ainsley
Kenzie
Auralia(#1980PJXc$)
V'tali
T'hren
Telinda
L'mir
Springtime Snow Globe
Zangl
Bottles
Pile of Pretty Marbles
Obvious exits:
Weyrleaders' Office  StoneSteps  

A'dor walks down the stone steps from Brielth's Wallow then enters the 
front door of L'mir's Cottage.
A'dor has arrived.

V'tali shakes his head at T'hren, "I suppose so." He spies the various 
odds and ends, and seems to settle for nice, safe boxes, sharing a mind 
with T'hren on the matter.

Imara follows Ainsley and Kenzie in, and Nareisa's probably trailing 
behind somewhere. "Watch out," she warns. "These three have gone 
drinking, and now they want to work."

Telinda wrinkles her nose, obviously going to supervise, "You can leave 
the bed L'mir, unless you're intending on sleeping on your own?" is 
asked, eyebrow raising.

A sight to see enters L'mir's cottage - though rather drunkenly. "We're 
here! You can start now!" is called out, since obviously Nareisa, 
Kenzie, and Ainsley think their presence is important. "Where can we 
*hiccup* help?"

Nareisa walks down the stone steps from Brielth's Wallow then enters 
the front door of L'mir's Cottage.
Nareisa has arrived.

Ainsley giggles in her usual manner. Of /course/ her help is important. 
What would all these single folk do without her? Be bored, obviously. 
"Here, Kenz.. I.. I think we should--.. should /not/ handle the brak.. 
brek.. breakables?"

L'mir doesn't know whether to laugh or blush at Telinda, giving her a 
confused look. But what'll I do? I can't leave it here, can I? Er, is 
anyone moving in? I didn't think there was?" That's cut short as the 
drunk crew enters. "Oh shards.." he mutters, looking at each one.

Auralia's response to the drunken group is to giggle. Oh yes, this 
should be amusing.

A'dor finds his way in, the end of the drunken train of riders...yet, 
he's sober thankfully. "Better keep them away from the heavy lifting, 
surely." A smirk passes, followed by a more thoughtul look about the 
place. "So, anyone need a young able-bodied brownrider to do some 
strenous activity for them?" At the Weyrleader's look, A'dor waves his 
hands in front of himself. "No, no, sir...not me. I haven't had a drop. 
Really!"

Nareisa just can't stop giggling. "Reporting for duty," she says, with 
a very vague salute-like gesture. She whispers loudly "Do you suppose 
they'll give us something to drink?"

T'hren folds his arms thoughtfully, considering the room at large, then 
heads over to scooch down and lift a large box, very correctly with his 
legs rather than his back. Get him a Boy Scout medal. Or the Pernese 
equivalent. "Shells, there's bricks in here," he comments with a grin 
that turns nonplussed. "Oh, boy. Smell...wine..." He turns vaguely 
greenish, then purses his lips. "Which way, L'mir? Just outside first?

Kenzie nods. "I most defintely think we should not handle the bra... 
brek... breakables. Let's take the socks!" She stumbles a bit and 
blinks a few times. "L'mir, do you have anything to drink? We're 
thirsty!"

Telinda grins, "I think you just need to leave it here. Otherwise we 
certainly won't have room for all these" hand sweeps around, "boxes!"

Imara folds her arms across her chest. "I know it's not the best of 
conditions, but I'm hoping that some work might keep them from going 
off to drink some more. They don't think they've had enough."

L'mir blinks at Kenzie, peering at her. "Seems to me you don't need 
much else, hmm? To drink that is? And just go through the doorway to 
the office. /Don't/ break anything going through there, ok? Telinda has 
some rare things on her desk!"

T'rrin walks down the stone steps from Brielth's Wallow then enters the 
front door of L'mir's Cottage.
T'rrin has arrived.

Ainsley cackles oddly, shaking her head once or twice to clear all the 
fuzz. Woop. "Keeeenziiiie.. C'me here and help me lift this.. thing." 
Actually, it's a shirt. Someone must've dropped it. Or taken it off. 
The thought causes Ainsley to burst into giggles again, but she's still 
sure the shirt is too heavy. "Kenzie... heeelp meeeeee!"

Nareisa stumbles over to Ainsley. "I'll help!" she offers, her words 
slurred. "Whatcha doing with that?"

Imara smiles patiently at Kenzie, Ainsley, and Nareisa. "Why don't you 
three get the soft things. Like the clothes or linens. Maybe L'mir 
needs some pillows moved?"

Ateiryn has arrived.

Kenzie stops dead in her tracks. "I need *so* much else..." is purred. 
Yes, she does realize she's only in L'mir's weyr because he's getting 
weyrmated, but hey, she's desparate AND drunk. She goes to help Ains. 
"Ains! 'Tis okay, my precious! I will help you!" Much entangling and 
problems ensue, and it seems that Kenzie, Ainsley, and Nareisa all end 
up in the shirt together. Now what?

A'dor nods at Imara's words. "Oh, you're right. We can keep an eye on 
'em, surely, if they're busy working." Not hearing anyone take him up 
on his 'offer,' he parks himself pretty much in the middle of things. 
At the drunken antics, A'dor does chuckle. "Plus, they're amusing. 
Cute, too."

T'rrin stands anear the rear of the weyr looking about silently .

Khysta walks down the stone steps from Brielth's Wallow then enters the 
front door of L'mir's Cottage.
Khysta has arrived.

Castalia walks down the stone steps from Brielth's Wallow then enters 
the front door of L'mir's Cottage.
Castalia has arrived.

"You can never have too many pillows," T'hren comments, all but bolting 
out the door with the box, a considerable effort given his size. 
"'Scuse me, pardon me, out of the way!" he yelps, circling the drunken 
women widely to hurry out the door.

L'mir walks toward a wooden chest, standing on one side of it. "A'dor? 
V'tali? T'rrin?" he motions to the other side of it. "Maybe we can get 
it through the door in one piece?"

Nareisa squeals! "Hey! Stop that Kenz.." she tries to struggle out of 
the shirt, but only succeeds in becoming more entangled.

Imara mutters to T'rrin, "... me... an... three? So... trouble?"

You whisper "Think you could help me keep an eye on those three? So 
they don't get into trouble?" to T'rrin.

Ooh. If only it were a pair of pants.. It'd be three girls in one pair 
of pants. What fun! As it is Ainsley's wriggling to get free. "Oof.. 
It's too hea-vy, Ken-zee..." Yes, the ee sounds are easiest to make 
without slurring. She spins free, clutching one arm of the shirt in her 
hand and unravelling the other two like a spinning top. Whee!

Khysta arrives ahead of Castalia, a hand extended back as if to pull 
the older girl after her. "C'monc'monc'mon, I'm *telling* ya, 
something's uh-up." Her voice ends on a squeak, as she seems to be in 
T'hren's way, and scuttles aside.

V'tali hoists up a large box, a smaller one balanced on top. He can 
barely see over the stacked cartons, craning his neck. The stumbling of 
the drunken helpers apparently makes him nervous, as he edges not 
toward but away from the door with the containers, setting them down 
quickly. L'mir's suggestion of starting with the chest seems more 
appealing. "All right, and if not, we can widen the door. You won't be 
needing it anyway," he remarks, in a less than serious manner.

T'rrin chuckles and moves over towards the drunk trio and attempts to 
help them get untangled...

L'mir gives V'tali a dumb look, halfway bent down. "Widen the door? 
With what?"

Kenzie spins along with the shirt-top, going around and around. "Ains-
LEE!! Stop that! I'm going to be sick on the Weyrleader's bed!" She 
squeals as she spins, laughing and stumbling and eventually falling 
down, though she bounces right back up like a rubber ball, so that the 
trio doesn't fall over completely. Yet.

Telinda snorts, "No widening anything, someone else will eventually 
have to move in here, so it needs to be liveable!" Yeah, really, 
everyone knows how long homes stay liveable here.

Castalia is absolutely dragged behind the younger girl into the weyr, 
stumbling in rather sheepishly, her long, fiery hair falling all around 
her as if she'd been running... under protest. "All right, all 
right..." Castalia breathes, and then looks around at all the people 
present with a laughing smile. "Oh, dear, Khysta, it looks like you 
were right. But what /is/ going on?" She tilts her head, ducking the 
flying things around the room and sliding up against a wall with her 
eyes dancing with laughter.

"Oh, sure...let me give you a hand with that, sir." Ever useful, A'dor 
attempts to duck the struggling and stumbling trio to go and help 
L'mir. However, his efforts are in vain; somehow someone's limb hits 
him. "Ah! Watch it..." The rest becomes a laugh.

Auralia grimaces, merely watching. "Oh dear Faranth," she mutters, 
doing her best to qork quietly - and without much true interest or 
speed. "Someone toss them /out/ of here."
 
Nareisa giggles "Never throw up on the weyrleader's bed," she says, in 
an attempted sage tone," she twirls around in an attempt to get Kenzie 
out of the way, and only succeeds in tangling them all up. She totters, 
and falls right onto the aforementioned bed.

Imara winces as she watches the intoxicated riders. "Shells, they're 
worse than I thought. Girls, why don't you all sit down for a moment. 
That shirt might be too much."

Khysta scootches up close to the wall, leaving space for Castalia 
between herself and the door, hopefully enough to avoid boxes, chests, 
and toppling women. The trio's given an agape look as they tumble on to 
the bed, before Khy responds, "I dunno - think they're decoratin'? I 
heard'em say something 'bout widening the door?"

Ainsley staggers as Kenzie pulls her to the bed, only pulled further by 
'Reisa. Oof! "Whee! Ooh, L'mir, this bed is /coooooomfy/.." Not to 
mention the Greenie-Bluie-sandwich! "Oooof.. Lemme up, quick.. Or.. 
not.."

T'rrin says softly, "Here let me help you all with that." still trying 
to pull the three out of the shirt..

L'mir jerks out of the way, just in time to avoid Nareisa-flying-body! 
"Shards!" he calls out, eyeing the pile of bodies on his bed. Er, ex-
bed.

Kenzie sprawls on the bed. "Oh, L'mir! Your bed is so... bed like! Can 
we stay here forever? Pleeeeeease?" She giggles and tries to turn over, 
but can't, for the blue and green riders on either side of her and 
within her shirt are making her unmovable.

V'tali mumbles, "Was just kidding," as he arranges his hands for a good 
grip on one corner of the chest. As L'mir moves away, he releases his 
grasp and straightens, frowning confusedly. "We moving this or what?" 
The drunken trio receive only a silent glare from the wingleader.

Watching the actions, having been wandering - and drunk herself - over 
to this area, raven-esque Ateiryn stared emptilly into her slightly 
woozy world, noticing from the corner of her eye dear greenriding 
Ainsley, who she _knew_ she'd known, or at least seen, before. How she 
got here? Followed the noise, and laughing - sociality always attracts 
the tybling Tei.

Imara closes her eyes and covers her face with her hands. Sigh.

Since things are just about chaotic at the moment, A'dor ducks out of 
the tumult to sidle over to Imara's side. A natural gravitation, 
really. "Well, I seem to be just about useless here..." He grins, then 
turns to roll eyes at the giggling girls. "Looks like they're not 
really managing to work much at all..." Grimace.

Nareisa giggles and says to Kenzie and Ainsley "We used to talk about 
sharing a weyrleader's bed when we were little."

Ainsley wriggles plaintively, eventually coming free of the shirt and 
sitting up. Blink.. "Kenziiiiie.. We can't stay here! L'mir is 
/moving/! To Tel's place. Yeah. He doesn't /need/ this bed anymore.." 
Her mind eventually reaches the conclusion of this thought train and 
she bursts out laughing again, giggle accompanied by a long wolf-
whistle. "Yeeeeeah, L'mir!" Now.. Where's his underwear drawer...

L'mir ohs, nodding to V'tali, again leaning down to begin hefting up 
the chest. He'll ignore the tumult on his bed, though there was a time 
when that'd be the last thing he'd do. Ahem. "Here we go, 'tali.." 
Grunt.

Ateiryn emitted just then a ruefull and mirthfull laugh quite out loud, 
which might cause some to actually notice her, throwing long obsidian 
hair behind her shoulders with a crazy toss of the head. And to no one 
in praticulr, "Shards, how'd I find myself 'ere, now? Here we go 
ag'in."

T'rrin looks up to Imara, "PErhaps it would be better to take them out 
of there somewhere?"

Kenzie giggles even more. "We still do! And now we are! " She sighs. 
"Ainsleeey. If he doesn't need it, can we keep it? Please?" She 
imitates Ainsley. "Yeah! Go L'mir! You scored!" She finally manages to 
untangle herself, though the others might not be yet, she pops up of 
the bed. "Yea. Now where is it?" She pauses. "Telinda! Are you in here? 
Where does L'mir keep your guys's underwear?"

Imara looks up at A'dor. "You feel useless? I can't get them to do 
anything but fall down and make a mess," she replies, nodding towards 
her tipsy wingriders. She shrugs at T'rrin. "I'm not quite sure what to 
do with them."

Castalia sidles up against the wall, inching around so that she's not 
hit by flying things, or people, or things of that naturee. She starts 
forward towards where all these things are moving, ready to offer her 
help, and then apparently thinks better of it at the moment, laughing 
at Ateiryn's comment. "I might ask the same thing. Though I /know/ who 
brought me here," Castalia says with a roll of her eyes at Khysta, 
though she doesn't look /really/ annoyed.

Nareisa bahs. "It's better with a weyrleader in it. Why did we wait 
'til he weyrmated?"

Khysta plasters both her hands across her mouth to keep from giggling 
too loudly, not that it'd be noticed. Once the 'danger' has passed, the 
youngster flashes a grin up at Castalia. "We could help?" She suggests, 
brightly. "Donchathink? Aren't you *glad* you came with me, huh? Looks 
like they're movin' stuff, could help?"

T'hren comes back, trotting to make it back as fast as possible, then 
pulls up short at the door, clearly horrified. "People!" he breathes, 
but bravely edges inwards around various bodies, making for the 
remaining stack of boxes to scoop up a few with effort. "There's girls 
on the bed," he notices at random.

Chanting 'L'mir scored' under her breath, Ainsley rolls off the bed and 
hits the floor with a thud. THUD! Now there's a girl on the /floor/, 
T'hrenn. "Yeah.. Girls on beds are fun" Ainsley muses thoughtfully, 
hefting herself to her feet and eyeing T'hrenn in a rather predatory 
manner. Rawr. "You can get on the bed, too. It's comfortable! And big. 
Room for /lots/ of people, yeah."

A'dor glances now between Imara and the trio, then chuckles. "Oh, 
they're /your's/, aren't they? Ouch, Imara...I think it's time for some 
old-fashioned dunking in cold water. Just drop them into the lake; 
they'll get the picture really quickly." Glancing away now, he does 
notice Castalia...then T'hren. Both garner a wave from A'dor.

N'all walks down the stone steps from Brielth's Wallow then enters the 
front door of L'mir's Cottage.
N'all has arrived.

V'tali bends from the knees once more, grabbing the chest and looking 
to L'mir to gauge time and speed to lift the furniture. Expression 
darkening as the raucous exhibition goes on, he sighs. At least on the 
bed they're out of trouble, seems to be his general reaction.

L'mir hefts the chest in his hands, the weight making him wobble a 
little. "Someone could <grunt> get those marbles and globe if you like. 
/Careful/ of the snowglobe though!" When the 'scored' comment comes he 
bursts into laughter, almost dropping the chest.

Nareisa rolls off the bed after Ainsley. Right on top of her, if she 
doesn't get out of the way in time. "Ow! Whatcher doing? Now we're NOT 
in a weyrleader's bed!"

Castalia looks with laughing eyes at Khysta. "Well, let's make 
ourselves useful, if we're going to join the chaos," Castalia says 
poking the girl in the side, shaking her mane of flaming hair and 
looking around the room, neatly sidestepping T'hren as he runs in with 
a bit of a jump. Giving T'hren an arch look she says teasingly, "Oh? 
Most men I know would /like/ that thought.... Oh, marbles. Of course. 
Come on, Khysta, then!" Castalia whilstles lightly, blowing a playful 
kiss to A'dor in greeting before she goes to help with the marble.

The weyrlingmaster storms in, being a neighbor of L'mir's, and his 
voice bellows out, "What in the name of the First are you doing?" He 
crosses his arms, and glares about the room, "There's enough noise 
coming from this place..." he ducks aside, "to make the weyrling 
barracks seem peaceful."

Kenzie falls off the bed after Ainsley. "Now we're on the floor! Yay!" 
She manages to stagger over to... someplace... and find a random piece 
of underclothing on the floor. She picks it up and trots back over to 
Ainsley and Nareisa. "*Look* at what I found! And it's pink and frilly 
and everything! I like it!"

T'hren gives A'dor a wave and a weak smile before leaning down to the 
boxes. The laughter gets his attention and he darts sideways to add his 
effort to the middle of the chest from underneath. "Uh, that's okay. 
Honest. I don't need a bed. I slept! Yeah, I did. At some point. Yeah. 
Hi, guys, I can help here, right?" he wonders of L'mir and V'tali 
hopefully.

Ainsley oooohs at the pretty underthing, taking one corner between her 
fingertips and eyeing the lace carefully. "De-.. De-.. I think it's 
yours!

Auralia's eyes roll, firmly, as she lifts up her box, and moves to 
carry it out. "/Children/." Or something like that.

Auralia carefully begins the short climb upward to Brielth's wallow on 
the stone steps.
Auralia has left.

Ateiryn edgilly turned toward Khysta and Castalia, with a questionning, 
"It does appear so, doesn't it? An' they don't mind if people who don't 
know them chip in? And I hope you don't mind me just talking to you 
like this, I'm frontward sometimes and I apologize."

Nareisa giggles at Kenzie. "It's not yours," she says. "...Is it?" She 
hiccoughs violently. "It is? Hello N'all." She gives him a rather 
drunken grin.

Imara takes a deep breath and shouts in her most commanding voice, "You 
three! Nareisa, Ainsley, Kenzie! I want you UP and at attention RIGHT 
NOW. Get off that floor and act like proper riders." Anyone who knows 
her should realize that this isn't her usual leadership style, but 
hopefully those who are drunk won't notice.

Khysta's more than willing to lend a hand, and now follows Castalia. 
"Yuh-huh, let's. I'll get that?" She suggests, heading for the precious 
snow-globe with a skip to her step - at least until she realizes what 
she's doing, and who she's doing it around. Then, it's back to a normal 
'adult' walk. Really. She's grown up. Honest.

Kenzie takes the underthing back. And turns it upside down. "Wait a 
minute. This isn't an underthing! It's a curtain! Drat! We *didn't* 
find anything!" She pouts a bit, but then finds something else to amuse 
her time.

Nareisa whispers loudly to Ainsley and Kenzie "Do you think she's mad?" 
pointing to Imara.

V'tali grunts as L'mir's end of the chest bobbles for a moment, visage 
growing ever darker. he doesnt' quite dare to aim that glare at the 
Weyrleader himself, and shunts the glower toward the source of the 
distraction instead.

T'rrin looks over to Imara, "I'll take them down to the lake if you 
like Imara."

Ainsley seems to immediately sober as N'all enters, edging carefully 
behind Kenzie. Yes, she still fears the huge man. Whimper. 
Unfortunately.. Alcohol just doesn't wear off that quickly. "A.. 
curtain? Kenzie.. Kenn...zie.. Curtains are boring. Let's find 
something better to move!" Like.. bodies onto beds. A bright pink 
colors the girl's cheeks, enough to lend question to her behaviour. Is 
it /only/ the alcohol talking.. Or..?

Telinda ponders the pink underwear, "Well, you girls really need to 
think about keeping your underwear on, and not just tossing it off when 
you jump into a man's bed, weyrmated or no, or things'll happen, won't 
they?"

L'mir walks backward toward the doorway to the office, kicking the door 
open then waddling backard. "Uhm, 'Tali? Er.. it's stuck!" N'all is 
sent a half smile, laced with a grimace at the weight.

Castalia is about to jump towards the marble, and then notices the 
Weyrleader and V'tali struggling with the chest. A quirk of a smile 
appears on her face and she moves towards them, smiling at Khysta as 
she passes. "Could I help with that, sirs?" Castalia says respectfully, 
and then, without waiting for an answer, she moves towards V'tali's end 
to help him lift it.

N'all just looks on with an interest mixture of confusion and disgust, 
"And these are the people that defend Pern. Faranth help us, we're 
doomed." He looks at Telinda, and his arms remain crossed, "Oh, this is 
truly wonderful." He looks at his sister and shakes his head. L'mir, 
though, does get an offer, "Shall I help you carry that, L'mir?" it 
seems he still has a need to feel useful.

A'dor folds his arms across his chest and attempts to squelch any sort 
of amused expression, just to lend Imara some support. Out of the 
corner of his eye, he sees the two bronzers struggling with the chest. 
Remarking to himself just as N'all offers to help the pair, "How many 
bronzers does it take to..." Smirk. That quip isn't finished, 
pointedly.

L'mir nods to N'all, glancing over his shoulder briefly at the doorway 
and the chest dimension. "Not sure just how to angle it to get it thru, 
N'all.." he mutters, trying to turn it sideways. Oops. Didn't really 
let V'tali know that.

Nareisa gives N'all her best 'aren't I just the cutest sister, and 
don't you love me to bits' look. "Don't worry," she whispers loudly to 
Ainsley. "I don't think it's HIS underwear, so you're safe."

Khysta's still a kid, but in a Weyr, that doesn't mean much. She's 
figuring stuff out. Stuff like underwear comming off, and how that's 
related to other stuff. "Could tie it on real tight?" She offers as a 
suggestion, securing that snowglobe. She's good, she's careful - no 
skipping, and she holds it with both hands. "You know, so it's harder 
to take off?"

Imara smiles at T'rrin. "Not just yet." She walks over to her riders, 
looking at them sternly. "I brought you in here to *work* and all 
you've done is make a mess. Starflame is a very respected wing, and I 
will NOT have you tarnish that image! You wanted to work, so that is 
exactly what you will do. Now get on your feet and line up. NOW."

Kenzie pouts, but then pats Ainsley on the head. "Don't be afeared of 
Imara *or* N'all! We haven't done nothing! We're just helping!" She 
takes a sigh and looks for something else to do. And finds it. "Here! 
Lets move these socks, okay?" She gathers as many socks as she can, 
but, when her arms can't hold them all, she turns to Ainsley and starts 
stuffing socks down her blouse. Good carrying thing it is.

T'hren glances up to see N'all and exhales a sigh of deep and thankful 
relief. A bastion of sanity in a sea of madness! He ducks around to 
avoid getting caught in the doorway, and stoops to scoop up another 
large box. "At least five, A'dor. Isn't that always the number?" he 
replies with a wry grin.

T'rrin nods and says, "Alright, Just send them out to me when you want 
them dunked..

T'rrin carefully begins the short climb upward to Brielth's wallow on 
the stone steps.
T'rrin has left.

Ainsley is stuffed. With socks. She squirms away with a giggle, 
flaunting a sock-filled shirt on top of an already adequate figure. 
"Rawr-rawr! Oh, it slipped.." She attempts to catch the socks that are 
falling from her untucked blouse and tries to shove them back down, but 
gives up and just tucks them under the neckline of Kenzie's dress. 
"There! Ooooh, You're so /pretty/ now!" And.. buxom. But that's okay!

Nareisa notes "L'mir will want that underwear," she says, fishing the 
pink frilly stuff and placing it firmly on the bed. She assumes a 
serious expresson. "Yes, we're very dignified, we starflamers," she 
says, standing. She gives her best dignified look and then passes out 
onto the bed, right on top of the offending underwear.

V'tali stumbles, making a bit of a yelp as the chest tips without him. 
A quick shift of grip saves the chest from crashing down, at least on 
his end, but he winces as the edge digs into his forearm. "Right. 
Through the door." If he can just survive this, he might just make it.

Jaei walks down the stone steps from Brielth's Wallow then enters the 
front door of L'mir's Cottage.
Jaei has arrived.

Imara steps toward Ainsley. "Are you listening to me, rider? I gave you 
an order."

Kenzie blinks as socks are deposited in her dress. "'Tis not underwear, 
you guys. It's a *curtain*! Look at it!" She stares, just to prove her 
point, and pokes it a little. "Yes. It's a curtain." She spins around a 
few times, admiring her new-found assets. As she spins, the socks slip 
a few inches. "Ainsley! Fix my socks! They're *sagging*" And at this 
predicament, she begins to cry. Uncontrolably. She leans up against 
Ainsley and sobs her heart out.

"Five? I think you're giving them too much credit, T'hren." A'dor grins 
at his wingrider, then back at the whole 'situation' in the room. 
Between Imara and her drunken wingriders, bronzers attempting to do a 
task collectively (Pern, be wary), and everything else going on, 
there's a lot to keep up with. At least nobody's taking their clothes 
off...A'dor keeps to Imara's side, just to continue to play the support 
role still.

Castalia grabs at the side of the chest that she had helped V'tali 
with.. perhaps /that's/ why it doesn't fall. "I'm helping you with this 
whether you like it or not," Castalia declares, holding up her end with 
as much strength as she can muster, which is a surprising amount, 
considering her dimunitive size. Moving through the door with him, she 
squeezes in, that size doing her an advantage. "All right, so where are 
we putting this? Someplace close I hope?" Castalia looks to L'mir for 
an answer.

Khysta keeps her hold tight on the snowglobe, but twists her head to 
watch Imara and the trio. She just can't resist - gossip is too 
valuable a commodity.

Ainsley immediately sobers and patpats the Kenzie. Imara's order makes 
her jump, and she grabs Kenzie's shoulders and swivels the Greenie into 
line. THere. "Yes, m'am! Kenzie is cwying, m'am.. See? Crying because 
her socks are all saggy. She must be getting old!"

L'mir tries backing up from this angle, the chest seeming to clear the 
doorway. "Yes!" he yells, flashing N'all and V'tali a grin. That is, 
until he notices Nareisa passed out on his bed. "Er.." he pauses, then 
looks to Castalia. "Oh. This way." Off he goes into the office. 
Backwards.

L'mir strides over to the next bit of the path.
L'mir has left.

Nareisa snores loudly and not the slightest bit elegantly. So much for 
lining up.

Telinda shakes her head, "N'all, your sister is shameless!" she calls 
out across the busy room.

Kenzie tries to stand in line with Ainsley. But she can't. Through the 
tears, she spits out, "B-b-but, ma'am, Nar-r-eisa is p-p-passed out on 
the b-b-bed. And I'm s-s-sagging. I c-c-can't line up p-p-properly!" 
Sobs rack the poor blondes body. Sad.

V'tali shuffles awkwardly after L'mir, his glare, now semi-permanent 
for the evening, flashing toward Castalia and her 'help' as they 
unbalance him for a moment. "Oh, shard it, Kenzie, go sleep it off 
somewhere!"

T'hren waits on the chest moving, then carries the box afterwards 
solemnly, plodding along. After a moment, he returns and heads for the 
glass glove, carefully lifting it and holding it close to his chest. 
"More than five? I dunno, A'dor, that's a lot of rider in one room," he 
adds in quick amusement.

L'mir strides over from the Weyrleaders' Office.
L'mir has arrived.

Khysta turns around backwards to follow the chest and its carriers, 
wide-eyed watching the drunken trio. Or, rather, duo, given that one's 
snoring.

Imara keeps her expression firm and neutral. "Kenzie, stop your crying. 
Nareisa is fine, and definitely more dignified than you right now. You 
are not sagging, and if you DON'T line up, you'll be doing dawn sweeps 
for the..." She trails off as Kenzie passes out right in front of her.

V'tali walks toward the next bit of the path.
V'tali has left.

L'mir walks toward the next bit of the path.
L'mir has left.

Ainsley attempts to comfort Kenzie through her growing fever. The 
girl's face is growing brighter by the second, and she's getting 
annoyed. "Don't worry, poor Kenzie.. C'mon.. Let's go out and get you 
some air, hmm?" Trust Ainsley to snap out of it first. But, then again, 
something's kinda off. She watches Kenzie kinda.. collapse and perches 
neatly on a nearby chair, watching Imara intently as things come more 
into focus. "Okay.. I'm okay. What would you like me to do, Imara?"

N'all nods to l'mir, and puts his considerable muscles and bulk in use 
to assist L'mir. Almost effortlessly, he helps L'mir lift the chest. 
Then, well, it seems he's kinda left holding it, which he does fairly 
easily.

Castalia turns a lifted eyebrow on V'tali and L'mir, and when they are 
almost at their destination, she backs off, and lets V'tali do it all 
for himself for the moment. "Well, if you /insist/..." The gardener 
turns back towards the room, dusting off some dust she had picked up 
along the way, smoothly moving to lean against the wall again, watching 
with a lifted eyebrow a lesson in discipline that is seemingly in the 
progess, the one eyebrow still raised, and a quirk of a smile hovering 
about her lips, both at the situation and at Imara's tone.

Telinda walks toward the next bit of the path.
Telinda has left.

Imara peers at her remaining rider. "You sure you're not about to pass 
out too? I'm the one who gets blamed for letting you three in here, you 
know, and I'm not looking forward to what they Weyrleader will have to 
say to me." 

Ainsley has more weight than the other two. It's all on her chest.. 
Really! "I'm.. I'm fine." A slight nod of the head is Ainsley's attempt 
to reassure her wingleader. "Sorry about.. all this. We're all a bit 
out of sorts, so we wne tup to the 'Dog and.. well... Yeah. I'm not 
feeling so good, but it's not the wine." She slides to her feet, 
steadying herself on the chair. "What.. what should we move fi-.. 
first?"

Khysta strides over to the next bit of the path.
Khysta has left.

T'hren dusts his hands off again after transporting yet another box, 
then ponders. "Hey, does anyone know where the gardening supplies are? 
I'd like to start on the orchids, Telinda wanted those moved too," he 
comments thoughtfully. Playing in the dirt! Whee!

Khysta walks over from the Weyrleaders' Office.
Khysta has arrived.

Castalia walks toward the next bit of the path.
Castalia has left.

Khysta walks toward the next bit of the path.
Khysta has left.

Imara lets herself show a hint of a smile. "First, I want you to pick 
up these clothes, fold them nicely, and carry them over to Telinda's 
cottage. When you get there, I want to you to apologize to L'mir for 
making a mess here." She glances at Kenzie and Nareisa. "I'll deal with 
them later."

N'all smiles at Imara, "Excellent efficiency." He then blinks as L'mir 
actually went past him. He looks down at the chest and hurries after 
L'mir.

N'all strides over to the next bit of the path.
N'all has left.

A small, resigned sigh escapes Ainsley's pouting lips as she nods to 
Imara and scurries off, loading her arms with socks and shirts before 
stumbling to the door. Door, door, where's the do--.. Oh. Possibly that 
big hole that everyone else went through. She slips through, only just 
missing the doorframe, and is back momentarily. She'll apologize later, 
when she can remember exactly how apologies are supposed to go. Right 
now, she doesn't trust herself not to enrage Telinda further by 
offering a nice 'Regrets' gift to her Weyrmate.

T'hren picks up the sturdy but small bag of marbles.

Imara raises an eyebrow at Ainsley. "No, I want to *see* you apologize. 
Follow me." And she starts towards the other weyr.

Ainsley strides over to the next bit of the path.
Ainsley has left. 

You walk toward the next bit of the path.

Weyrleaders' Office(#3375RJV$)

Contents:
Ainsley
N'all
Telinda
Obvious exits:
Weyrleader  Weyrs  Weyrwoman  

You walk toward the Weyrwoman's weyr.

Telinda's Cottage(#2135RJas$)
 
Contents:
Khysta
Castalia
L'mir
V'tali
Elidi(#1565DMVpqs)
Obvious exits:
Tiarnath's Hollow  Weyrleaders' Office  

T'hren strides over from the Weyrleaders' Office.
T'hren has arrived.

T'hren sets down a sturdy but small marble-bag.

A'dor walks over from the Weyrleaders' Office.
A'dor has arrived.

Ainsley walks over from the Weyrleaders' Office.
Ainsley has arrived.

Castalia moves along beside V'tali, holding up her side of the end as 
well as she can, but her strength appears to be quickly ebbing... but 
nevertheless, she stubbornly keeps up her side, rolling her eyes at 
V'tali's stormy expression, moving a lighting fast hand to quickly poke 
him in the side before she took up her side firmly again. Then she 
waits for L'mir's answer about where to put the thing.

L'mir stumbles on a leg of Telinda's chair, "OW!"ing loudly. "Faranth's 
big.." he begins the curse, then stops when he notices Khysta and the 
globe. "Over here, I think?" he puffs, motioning to a space against the 
far wall as he angles toward it.

Imara walks up to L'mir with Ainsley following. "Weyrleader," she says 
in her rare formal tone. "Ainsley has something she'd like to say."

T'hren brings in yet another box, a bag of marbles atop the box, and 
casts about before finding a place to set them all down. "Hey, L'mir? 
Do you have any gardening supplies, like a trowel or something? I can 
start working on the orchids," he explains, then falls quiet at Imara's 
comment, sidling out of the way.

A'dor enters, carrying a grand total of two bottles. Wow, he's really 
being useful. "Where do you want these, sir?" The question is obviously 
directed towards L'mir. "Of course, I'm still wondering why you haven't 
drank these...what's the use of letting good wine turn to vinegar?" The 
last is just a little comment to himself, and he too stills his voice 
at Imara's words.

V'tali yelps loudly and loses his grip entirely on the chest, only 
barely catching it again before it falls entirely. As this coincides 
with L'mir's stumble, the chest really must be living on borrowed time 
at this point. "Youshardingidiot!" he barks at the girl with the poking 
fingers. "What are you thinking?"

Telinda strides over from the Weyrleaders' Office.
Telinda has arrived.

Telinda wanders in, just as V'tali drops the chest, "Careful now, or it 
will break, and I'm not tidying it up!"

Khysta holds up the globe - upside down mid-shake - in appreication for 
not swearing in the globe's presence.

Ainsley shuffles in, looking very much the part of a scolded kidlet. 
Hands tucked behind her back, eyes cast at the floor, the young 
Greenrider steps up beside Imara and sullenly raises her eyes to look 
at L'mir. Sulk. "I... I'm sorry, L-.. L'mir. For.. for making a mess of 
your underwear. And your socks. And your shirt.. Which is very nice, by 
the way, and would look stunning with a pair of black pants, like those 
ones you wore the other day, and your boots? If you just shined them up 
a little.." She trails off, waggling her eyebrows somewhat in defeat. 
"Well.. Sorry."

A'dor planned on being quiet, but V'tali's outburst catches him by 
surprise. Quickly he moves over towards Castalia. "Hey, calm down 
V'tali...we're just moving stuff; it's not that big of a deal." The 
brownrider doesn't quite know what 'that' is yet, though. "She's not as 
big and strong like you are; here, Cassie, let me take that chest 
instead. You take the wine."

Castalia looks over towards V'tali as the chest drops, jumping out of 
the way so it wouldn't land on her feet. "Well, it's not far from where 
you wanted it?" Castalia offers innocently.. and then positively 
doubles over in rich laughter at V'tali's outraged face, her eyes 
dancing with delight as she looks over at him, her laughter rining 
through the room. "I'm sorry.. you just.. look like a canine who woke 
up on the wrong side of the bed..." Her laughter continues, more 
softly, as A'dor moves towards her side. "No, A'dor, I can finish it. 
It's not far, dear, really it's not," Castalia protests, looking 
upwards at him and shaking her head. "I'll be fine.. No more poking, I 
promise. /If/ you stop scowling at me ferociously, V'tali," Castalia 
amends.

L'mir's cheeks are red, flushed with the exertion, a flash of pain 
glows across his face as the chest crashes to the floor on his end, a 
cracking sound heard. "That was my favorite chest!" he yelps, giving 
A'dor one of those 'figure it out for yourself cause I'll deck you if 
you ask me something right now' looks. "You did /what/?!?, Ainsley?? 
Imara, tell me I'm wrong here. I didn't hear that, did I?"

V'tali's glare redoubles its efforts, swinging from Castalia the poker 
to A'dor. "I *had* this end of the chest just *fine*, I don't need 
anyone else unbalancing it, *thank you.* Oh, marvelous." He realizes 
his efforts are in vain as L'mir's end goes 'crack!'. "What do we need 
to do with this? Can we get this over with? Can someone get this girl 
out of here?" Poor put-upon V'tali. This is just not his night.

Imara smiles at Ainsley. "Now, let's try not to have this happen again, 
okay? If you're going to get drunk, I'd rather you stay there until you 
can control yourself, or have Avaleth call someone to come get you." 
Looking at L'mir, she answers, "Hear what? She apologized, and I'm 
proud of her for admitting her mistake."

N'all walks over from the Weyrleaders' Office.
N'all has arrived.

Khysta heads, backwards, for the desk with her precious cargo. Why 
backwards? All the better to see the rest of the room! Riders being 
poked, others appologising for the *oddest* things, it's all 
interesting to a gossip-crazed kid.

T'hren regards the ensuing madness, eyes wide, his arms crossed over 
his chest. "Oh, boy. Lost of people," he murmurs, then brightens as he 
spies a trowel out of the corner of his eye, and swoops down upon it. 
"Hey, someone help me come dig?" he offers in an attempt at brightness.

L'mir sends Khysta an appreciative glance, at least his globe is safe! 
"Mistake? It sounds more like more than one? Out! Out of here this 
instant, Ainsley!"

A'dor is getting a quite peeved look from L'mir, while simultaneously 
being bombarded with Ainsley's confession in the background. Add to 
that the glare from V'tali, and suddenly the brownrider is in the 
social equivalent of a boiling cauldron. "Alright then, if you insist. 
I'm here to help." A shrug is sent all around. "I'm sure we can get 
that fixed, sir..." T'hren's offer is almost too good to resist. "I 
might take you up on that..."

"I will, T'hren.." Ainsley pipes up, very happy to have an excuse to 
get out L'mir's way. The girl's eyes are already overly bright, and not 
from her normal glimmer. "Lead the way.. And quickly!"

Telinda sends a worried look L'mir's direction, but doesn't interupt at 
all. Nope, not for her to do.

Safe? Khysta's not set the globe down quite yet. Bump - the kidlet 
backs straight into the desk, but she does keep her hands tight around 
the fascinating globe.

"Oh, good," T'hren replies with sincere relief, then gives Ainsley an 
almost frightened look. "Really? Ah, hey, snazzy, yeah." Now that he's 
done abusing commas, he heads for the door. "This way, then." A glance 
back at the storming Weyrleader. "And quick!"

A'dor sets the Bottles down carefully.

T'hren swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.
T'hren has left.

Ainsley swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.
Ainsley has left.

V'tali turns an exasperated expression on the Weyrleader, straightening 
at last. "Wrong girl! I meant that one!" He points at Castalia.

Castalia sends an innocent glance towards V'tali, if only for it's 
terrible mildness. "And I've always liked /you/ so much, too," Castalia 
declares in a mournful tone towards him, her eyes laughing as she leans 
against a wall, moving past A'dor and everyone to watch for the moment 
lest V'tali decide to eat her alive.

Imara sighs as Ainsley leaves the room, passing a hand over her face.

A'dor just stands there, hopefully not earning a scathing look himself. 
Not anymore, at least.

Telinda smiles over to Imara, taking a seat, "I think someone's green 
is a little glowy perhaps?"

Khysta leans against the desk for a moment, pouting ast Ainsley leaves. 
Darnit, things were just getting *good*! The gossip-generator gone, Khy 
clears a spot on the desk by simply pushing aside various items, and 
gives the globe a final shake to make the springtime petals swirl again 
before setting it - ever so carefully - down.

V'tali, fortunately for A'dor, seems to prefer to ignore the 
brownrider's existence altogether so long as he isn't being addressed. 
As Castalia removes herself from his direct proximity, he seems 
slightly less likely to abruptly explode. Still wound up tighter than a 
bowstring, Telinda's comment causes an unnecessarily extreme reaction. 
"No greenflights!" He exclaims, and bolts for the exit, presumably to 
get himself and Enaeth away from even the remote possibility of having 
to chase anything.

L'mir throws up his hands in exasperation, looking at Telinda as if she 
could fix all this, then mournfully appraises his chest and the other 
items and boxes brought in. "You know, Imara, you do a very good job 
but some riders just never seem to grow up." As if he's never been 
drunk in his life.

Khysta sets down a pretty, little snowglobe.

V'tali swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.
V'tali has left.

Imara nods at Telinda. "I think so. Shells, I've should've been keeping 
a closer eye on them," she mutters. "Usually they're so good, though. 
I've never had to be so harsh with them before. Not my style at all."

N'all looks at Imara, "You always have to harsh, Imara, you get lax, 
they get slack. Discipline is the key to performance, but be fair, 
too." And he is fair, just a strict S.O.B.

Telinda nods slowly, a glance going over to L'mir, "We can always get 
another, or fix it, don't worry." A smile is sent Khysta as the girl 
manages the snowglobe with no disaster.

L'mir hmmphs. "Here we have a little who can carry glass with no 
problem. Grown people can't carry a chest without it cracking!"

Telinda bobs her head to that acknowledgement, "But sometimes there's a 
coordination issue" and don't we know how that goes. "Well done Khysta" 
she offers as a side note to the girl, "You did well!"

Imara looks at L'mir and shakes her head. "Nah, riders get drunk all 
the time. It was my mistake to let them in here. I was hoping some work 
would keep them out of trouble, but it just did the opposite." A wry 
smile goes to N'all, and she replies, "I'll leave that to you, then."

Khysta brightens under the appreciation. As if she wasn't bright to 
begin with - she's now glowing like a proddy green, with satisfaction 
instead of ... well, you know. "Just don't let anyone bump the desk, K? 
It'd fall and break. Thanks!" The child *does* restrain herself from 
doing a wiggledance of excitment, as this would probably bump the desk, 
break the globe, AND make her look even more like a child, all at once.

L'mir looks to the doorway, then sighs. "I really don't want to go and 
see what they did over there." N'all is sent an affirming nod. "You're 
absolutely right." Spoken like a true N'all-Spawn.

Castalia moves away from the door to walk over to stand beside A'dor, 
nudging him playfully in the side, and looking upwards and sideways. "I 
guess I'm not the only one who feels like we're in the center of a 
whirlwind. You look a little dazed," Castalia observes with a quirk of 
a smile.

T'hren opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath's Hollow
T'hren has arrived.

Telinda stands, reaching out to ruffle Khysta's hair, "How about you 
come see the eggs later with me as a reward? Would you like that?" she 
asks, while a glance is given to L'mir, "But you probably should, 
right?"

As if affirming Castalia's words, A'dor only musters up a distant shrug 
and smile in response. "I guess so. I'm not being very helpful around 
here right at the moment. I'm thinking of ducking out, grabbing a cool 
juice and...er, oh, maybe I should go and cook some bread." He sighs. 
"You have no idea how many people are bugging me about pastries these 
days."

N'all nods to Imara, 'Aye, I'll run your wing for a day." he chuckles, 
"Imagine their horror at that prospect."

T'hren comes back finally, dirt smeared on his face and shirt, but 
wiping his hands on a cloth. "Well, that's at least some of the 
flowers," he comments when he makes it back in, then pauses to peer at 
A'dor. "You can cook? Seriously?"

Castalia laughs a bit, softly as she looks over towards him. "I'd be 
willing to escape with you. I think I might be eaten if I stay..." 
Castalia says in a rueful tone. "And to think I only wanted to help..." 
Shaking her head, she takes a few steps towards the door, turning 
halfway to look at him, her head tilted quizzically at him, beckoning 
with her hand. "Coming? I'll even help you with the pastries. It's been 
ages since I've baked, but I can still remember a thing or two.. or 
maybe just a thing.." Castalia says with a laughing smile, but a game 
for anything one, all the same.

L'mir notes T'hren's appearance, but says nothing directly, choosing to 
shrug to Telinda in reply. "Maybe tomorrow. Er, hmm. Then again, if 
anyone threw up on my bed.. shards.. the smell.."

Imara glances towards the door. "Oh, it's not that bad. All they did 
was scatter some of your clothes, but I had Ainsley pick them up and 
bring them in here." She can't help but chuckle at N'all. "Maybe I'll 
use that to convince them not to do this again."

Telinda waves a hand, "You don't have to sleep there, silly, so why 
worry!?"

A'dor chuckles softly at T'hren, though spares a grimace at the thought 
of N'all leading his own wing. That aside, he replies, "Of course I can 
cook. I spent the first twenty-odd Turns of my life becoming a dessert 
cook, or cook in general really." He shrugs a bit now, glancing at the 
other folk in the room. "Ah...well, I guess I should just duck out of 
here..." Though A'dor says that, he's hesitant for an unknown reason.

Telinda smiles, "My thanks, T'hren. Do I need to take care of them 
tomorrow?" she asks, "and if so are they safe for this evening?"

L'mir still can't seem to get the idea in his head about this 'sharing' 
thing. "Oh. Right.", he nods with a sheepish grin to Telinda. "Don't 
need the bed anymore, don't have to worry about left-behind messes." 
then a look around the cottage comes. "Might need a few changes, here, 
though."

"Well, come on then," Castalia says, tossing her mane of hair over her 
shoulders as she looks at A'dor with her head tilted. "If you /really/ 
want to cook, then let's get it done before it gets to be too late... 
Besides, fresh air will help wipe that dazed look off your face..." 
Castalia moves more towards the doorway, leaning against it and waiting 
one last time, waving towards people in farewell. It's only polite.

Imara nods at A'dor. "I'm not doing much good here, either, and I'm 
thinking it might be nice to do something relaxing after /this/."

"I might..." T'hren pauses to think, then lifts his brows, nonplussed. 
"I can eat. Huh. That's weird." He tucks his kerchief in his back 
pocket and nods at Telinda. "They should be fine, I think. They're 
replanted, and I gave them a touch of water, just to dampen the soil. 
And hey, congratulations, you two," he offers to the Weyrleaders with a 
grin before perking up at A'dor. "I'm with her, if you're cooking, lead 
on."

N'all grins at Imara, "Feel free to use me as a threat, indeed."

A'dor hears a flurry of things; he then throws his hands up in the air 
and grins. "Fine. Cooking it is. I need to spend my off-duty time doing 
something relaxing, or I'll go nuts." Smiling all around still and 
about to turn towards the exit, the brownrider stops in his tracks. 
"Er, where, though. I don't have my own oven anymore after I moved. 
Hmm." Ponder, ponder.

Telinda glances around, "Not too many changes?" she asks of L'mir, 
grinning across, "Why, thank you T'hren, appreciate that. Save me the 
job come morning."

L'mir sighs, beginning to walk around the room, poking here and poking 
there, as if he's seeing it for the first time. "I can fix this 
tomorrow." he notes to himself, leaning to peer under the desk. "No, 
not made all that well, as I thought." A brief glance is given to the 
door and those around it, but nothing is said or done to them. "Hmm. 
I'll need a hammer for this one."

Castalia swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.
Castalia has left.

N'all looks at L'mir, "I wouldn't be too critical of that desk, L'mir, 
telinda may have you sleeping on it if you insist on berating her 
quarter's quality or lack thereof."

Telinda purses her lips together, "A hammer?!"
 
"The kitchen?" T'hren suggests in the midst of following after the 
girl, but not without a wave at the others. "Night folks! Good luck," 
he adds, then ducks out the door. Not that he'll be allowed in the 
kitchen with the dirt on his face.

T'hren swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.
T'hren has left.

L'mir glances up with that past-handyman glare in his eyes. "Hmm? Oh 
nothing major, just a few loose bolts and all. That's it. Nothing more, 
N'all."

Telinda taps a finger along her cheek, "So long as it's only repairs", 
seems someone else has to get used to the living together thing again, 
it's been awhile.

Khysta did, a few moments ago, grin up at Telinda as her hair was 
ruffled. "Really?" She asks, clearly enthusiastic. "Like, on the sands, 
and everything? Tiarnath wouldn't mind? Careful an'take the globe off 
first, b'fore fixing the desk, okay?" 

Imara heads towards the door. "Well, I think I'm going to find 
something to eat, whether there's edible food or not. I've suddenly 
gotten hungry." She waves and steps outside.

You open the doorway and wander out to Tiarnath's Hollow, shutting the 
door behind you as you leave.