You say "How's things Haven?"

Zale glances up from where she's perched sitting on a rock for some reason, but it being her it's probably some very obscure one. She waves as she sees other people, calling out a 'Hello!' in greeting.

Haven shrugs a bit. She looks a bit.. tired? weary? down? Must have just been overworking, yeah, that's it. "Oh, getting there."

In the Weyrhall> M'ren strides over from the Landing Field.

Telinda raises her left hand and waves to Zale, her right fiddling with her skirts. "Hi Zale" she calls out and then nods to Haven, "I see. And how's M'ren doing?"

In the Weyrhall> M'ren walks in and plunks down in a random chair, picking out a meatroll and munching on it hungrily.

In the Weyrhall> Jamethiel is eating a redfruit in a corner, looking out of a window, or something.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Rnayth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Rnayth flies toward the broad Landing Field below.

Tiarnath> K'laarn twists himself, sliding down from Rnayth's neck toward his foreleg. He then hops down agily.

In the Weyrhall> K'laarn walks over from the Landing Field.

In the Weyrhall> K'laarn strides in, a slight smile on his face, as if he knew he were defying Haven's earlier injunction for him not to return.

In the Weyrhall> M'ren eats his meatroll like he hasn't eaten all day. Which, probably, he hasn't.

In the Weyrhall> Sionnach churrs softly, doing what 'lizards to best...snuffle around for scraps of food upon unoccupied tables.

In the Weyrhall> Jamethiel is staring off into lala land, which is prolly best.

Elidi> Elidi snorts. She's happy waiting and curling up on Bertha. She nudges a brown next to her and settles in a little more comfortable.

Elidi> Walnut chitters in irritation at the gold, flutterhopping sideways slightly, and settles back down, eyes whirling with faint flecks of red.

Elidi> Elidi cocks her head to one side at Walnut, crooning softly in an apologetic note.

In the Weyrhall> M'ren finishes the meatroll...well, actually, he doesn't. It tasted awful. He tosses the last of it towards the hearth, knowing a firelizard will clean it up no matter how badly it's spiced.

In the Weyrhall> Sionnach lifts his head, momentarily distracted by the noise created by his kin, warbling a query to the two.

In the Weyrhall> K'laarn glances over at M'ren, and nods cordially to the greenrider. "Hello there M'ren."

In the Weyrhall> M'ren glances up, still trying to wipe the taste away from his mouth, and grunts a greeting, more interested in filling a glass of wine at first than K'laarn's entrance. As he leans back though and takes a long sip, he fixes the bronzerider with a puzzled, then somewhat grouchy stare.

In the Weyrhall> Bertha looks up from her mending and smiles at M'ren. "I'll take a just a tiny bit o' that too please laddie!"

In the Weyrhall> M'ren glances over at Bertha, not liking that mocking look, and indicates that, for once, Bertha can get her own d*mn wine.

In the Weyrhall> Jamethiel glances up, at Bertha talking, and the rider. Eyes travel thru the room. Bertha, flits, strange rider, M're... oh. M'ren.

Haven picks up a rock and tosses it down the path.

Telinda quirks an eyebrow at the weyrsecond and flickers a look over to Zale.

Haven sighs softly. That didn't work at all. "Anyone want to toss some sandbags?" Maybe a heavy physical exertion will work

Telinda shakes her head, "I'd rather not" she tries.

In the Weyrhall> M'ren pushes the wineskin towards the bronzerider anyway, admiring, maybe, his flouting of authority. Then he notices Jame's stare, and his expression changes dramatically. "Hey there, Jame," he winks at her.

In the Weyrhall> Jamethiel blushes a bright red, and clears her throat. "Uhm. Hi. M'ren."

Zale lifts both brows at Telinda, "Why not?"

Haven nods and wonders. "Join me for wine then?" Maybe she just needs to get stinking drunk

Haven heads north into the landing field.

In the Weyrhall> Haven walks over from the Landing Field.

In the Weyrhall> Bertha waggles her fingers and blows a kiss to the Weyrsecond.

Telinda shrugs a shoulder as she glances over to Zale, "I ache" is all she tries. Not like she's been lifting anything, but..She nods, following Haven. Wine!

You head north into the landing field, full of dragons.

In the Weyrhall> Haven heads on in, making a beeline to the wine and pouring a tall glass. She tilts it back and its gone with one swoop. She doesn't bother to take much inventory of the room, eyes settling on her target for the evening. "Oh... Jamethiel! How are you?" She saunters up to the woman.

Telinda smiles as Tiarnath whuffles her hair gently and then, noticing Rnayth, an eyebrow raises. Hrm.

In the Weyrhall> M'ren chuckles at Jame's expression. She does the fish quite well! He raises his glass to her and smiles slowly.

You walk over to the Weyrhall.

Jamethiel is bright red, and /not/ looking at M'ren. At the question though, she looks up. "Haven! Uhm. Okay. " I think.

K'laarn nods his acceptance. "My thanks." He takes the skin, quafing a drink from it then hands it back. He glances around thoughtfully, "Empty today isn't it?" Then he spots Telinda as she enters, right after Haven. He flashes a scowl at both women.

Haven grins and sits down right *next* to Jamethiel on the bench. Darn nearly in her lap. One hand reaches out to gently brush back a dark strand of hair. "That's good to hear..." she purrrs

Walking in, Telinda carefully looks around the Weyrhall, eyes trying not to linger anywhere, but failing miserably on one particular person. Noticing the scowl, she snorts, chin tipping up and eyes flashing.

M'ren misses the scowl, having been watching Jame with much interest... then he notices Haven's entrance and just starts to snicker to himself. "Yeah, it is," he mutters, taking the 'skin back again and taking a long pull from it.

Jamethiel almost flinches, as her eyes dart from brownrider to greenrider. It's a conspircy between the two of them! Aiiie. But the girl just sits there.

Haven smiles and licks her lips very quickly. "You know, Jamethiel... I was wondering if you might be interested in helping me bathe my dragon. Settling into weyr life and all..." Bathe her dragon? Gahds, thats the oldest line in scrolls

Dragon> All sense that Hexenth stirrs from her uneasy doze and grumbles at all the racket.

Telinda grabs herself a large glass of wine and finds herself a seat in the corner, dragging a small pocket hide book from her pocket and pretending to read it, muttering about diplomacy lessons and other things. Trying to ignore the scene developing she leans an elbow on the table, blouse dropping back from her wrist stopping short of a very red elbow.

K'laarn arches an eyebrow at Haven's actions, a little puzzled over her lack of complete control. Then he ponders, wondering if she acts so only to make M'ren jealous. Shrugging he decides not to worry, his eyes drawn to Telinda again. He looks like he'd speak to her, but last time he was here, he was told not to. So, in defiance, he smiles fondly at the goldrider and says "Greetings Telinda."

M'ren notices the junior weyrwoman flouncing around the room, and just shakes his head at her and K'laarn. What'd she do, dye herself red this time??

Telinda's eyes dart over to K'laarn and they narrow. Nodding her head, "G'eve K'laarn
"
Jamethiel blinks at Haven, rather... unsettled at the look in the brownriders' eyes. But dragonwashing might fun, but... Finally, the girl stands up, accidently knocking knees. "Oh. I'm sorry... Uhm.. " she thinks for a moment, "Maybe later? I need to go... wash my hair."

Haven grins and stands up "I'll help!"

Haven grins and wiggles her fingers "I give the best scalp massages...."

M'ren gives Haven a sour look. Figures. He turns in his chair and picks up another meatroll, ripping off a piece to nibble on.

Jamethiel blinks at Haven. Say wha? "Uhm... uhm... " turning almost dark red. Goes nicely with the black hair.

K'laarn watches Telinda for a long moment before asking. "Well, why are you glaring at me from across the room?"

M'ren looks back over his shoulder, "That's not all she can massage, either," he says, with an almost leering smirk back at Jame.

Haven nods to M'ren. "He gives the best foot massages. We can both help you wash your hair, Jame, dear."

Telinda looks like she's about to snort again from the angle of her chin. Instead, she coughs abruptly and shrugs, "I was being polite" she retorts. Diplomacy lessons are wearing off!

Jamethiel decides that enough is enough for tonight, and uses those long legs of hers, and runs like Thread was after her. "Uhm, maybe later?!" over one shoulder. Maybe the next Pass? But she almost falls at M'ren's comment. Aiiieeee. Mama was right. Ack! "Uhm. Later!!"

M'ren arches an eyebrow at Haven, and just takes another sip of wine.

M'ren smirks again and comments with faint irritation, "For Telinda, glaring usually passes as polite."

Haven watches the girl run. Fast. Oh, she's quick. She sighs and catches that quirking eyebrow. She turns and slinks over to M'ren. "Oh, sorry dear... did you have dibs?" She leans over and gives the greenrider a kiss on the back of his neck.

Telinda flashes a smile in M'ren's direction, nodding her head, "Why thank you" she replies sarcastically.

Haven still hasn't noticed K'laarn's presence, to self absorbed in her hazy mood

M'ren gives Telinda a syrupy smile in return, "You're quite welcome," he drawls, and harrumphs slightly at Haven.

Haven chuckles at M'ren's response and heads over to pour herself another glass of wine. "Well, I'll try to remember that next time I see the poor la...." Eyes fall on the visiting bronze rider, and she stops still.

K'laarn remarks drily, "I'd noticed, M'ren, its one of the things that makes me think she doens't like me much. Those glares of hers."

K'laarn smiles wryly at Haven as she glimpses him.

Telinda wrinkles her nose at K'laarn's statement, but nonetheless ignores it.

Haven glares, so much colder than Telinda can ever muster up. "You are /not/ welcome here!"

M'ren snickers at K'laarn's comment. "Does wonders for her complexion, too, don't it..."

Zale strides over from the Landing Field.

K'laarn smiles delightedly, "I'm aaware that I'm not welcome here. However, Rnayth says that Hexaneth is ready to mate soon, and I thought I'd come let him try his luck. " He smiles ever so serenely at the brownrider.

Haven almost growls. "How... /dare/ you!" Her hand reaches for her belt for her knife, but remembers that Kylric freed her of that several days ago. Her hand lashes out for the only shiny utinsil around - a soup spoon.

Telinda glances from K'laarn to Haven, rising a little from her seat. At the sight of the soup spoon, she laughs, pointing at it, "What you going to do with that? It'll take a long time to scoop out his heart!"

M'ren is busily ripping that second meatroll he took into rather small pieces. Either because of K'laarn's comment, or because he would've been doing so anyway, is hard to say.

Haven hisses at Telinda. "It'll be long, slow and painfull.... just like he deserves!" She starts slowly pacing. "Hexenth will be flown by Pendrath, so just jump onto your dragon and leave and save yourself the heartache."

Telinda shakes her head, taking another look at that spoon, "Looks like the handle would bend first" she exclaims, "he's too tough and stringy!

Zale arches a brow at the conversation she would have to walk in on, biting her lower lip and making for the hearth..hopefully she won't be seen?

M'ren sits up and glares at Haven's back. How DARE she dictate who Hexenth will have... with a low growl, he casts the shredded meat and breading away from him, undoubtedly to the delight of the firelizards and the dismay of anyone who might have happened ot be in the way. He wipes his hands off on a cloth, and then rubs at his thighs as though unable to get it all off.

K'laarn laughs softly and smiles "I dare, because I can. Does it disturb you Haven, do you wish that yours was the only dragon flying after Hexaneth?" He looks at the brownrider solemenly.

Haven grinds her teeth a bit. "All the males on Pern could chase her and Pendrath would still beat them all. I just don't trust you lulling about here, having lost a flight. You've already been seen pressing your luck with Telinda and showing no respect for our guidelines on fraternization."

M'ren rolls his eyes at Haven's commentary, taking a long sip of his wine. "Telinda'll be fraternizing soon enough, once Florinth rises," he says with a slight smirk.

Zale lets a small smile touch her lips, Good. They haven't noticed her..yet. She takes a sip at her glass of juice, settling into a chair hopefully unnoticed.

K'laarn suddenly rises up, indignant. "I told you never to insult my honor again, rider." His chin juts out stiffly. "I won't be bothering Telinda like that until she invites me to her bed and is perfectly capable and willing with a dragon who doesn't still rely on her for everything and could be possibly confused and not understanding of emotions as a result thereof!"

Haven smirks a bit. "I'm glad you've decided on that. I should have tossed you out on your arse for grabbing and kissing her when I first got reports about it." She waves her spoon at him. "Still doesn't mean I trust you, /rider/"

K'laarn continues, "Which, understanding that her dragon is more than a year old now, means that that dragon probably is alot more understanding of those types of emotions already, considering that I doubt all of your weyrlings are so sancrosanct in their sexual acitivies. What one weyrling dragon knows, they all tend to share as they explore new and interesting things."

K'laarn groans, looking as if he can't believe Haven, "I didnt' grab and kiss her. I gently kissed her and held her, Those are two different things."

Haven says "Held her? She didn't want to kiss you back?"

M'ren gets rapidly disgusted with the two of them, and takes another long sip of wine.

Haven is of course, being pot calling the proverbial kettle black

Haven says "Last time a rider kissed a weyrling like that, the rider got 6 sevendays on the Icey Wastes sweeps. Don't see any heavy riding coats on you, K'laarn. You think you're above everyone else?"

A frown crosses Zale's face as she hears what the Honshu rider is saying, she clears her throat, "You did what to Telinda /rider/?" her tone coloured with a touch of anger as she listens.

K'laarn replies ominously, the general temper of the room and the tenseness causing his temper to raise as well. "I didn't hold her against her will.And the kiss is none of your sharding concern!"

Telinda sighs, slamming her hide book down on the table and looking around the room, "I _am_ perfectly capable of determining my own sharding actions, thank you!" she shouts out. "Tia wasn't and isn't bothered, however, she is bothered by all this fardling shouting!"

Zale gets up out of her chair, making her way towards the others, laying a hand upon K'laarn's shoulder as she reaches him, trying to get him to turn around, "That kiss is definetly /MY/ business rider. You've no right to be harassing weyrlings who are in my charge." her voice steel edged, not soup spoon edged though.

Haven silently wonders if she should get the ladle instead of the soup spoon

M'ren gets to his feet, slamming down the empty wineskin, and /hollers/ back at Telinda, "Would you /QUIT/ shouting, sharditall?!" In the distance, an angry bellow can be heard.

Haven turns and looks at M'ren, face dropping in surprise. The angry bellow is answer by several loud bugles

K'laarn looks at Zale long and quietly before saying, "I can't harass someone whom I care deeply for and cares just as deeply for me, now can I? Can I harass someone that I've known for turns upon turns and kissed more than once? Does her being a rider change things? Not by much. I respect only that she's a weyrling at this moment and do nothing further than a kiss, And I happen to know that a Kiss can do nothing damaging, and I'm well in control of my other facilities to let it go no further."

Telinda snorts at M'ren, "No, I won't quit shouting!" she hollers out, "I want it perfectly clear what happened.." voice trails off as she looks outside, face blanching white.

M'ren turns and positively snarls at Haven and Zale as well as Telidna, "You're all acting like a bunch of wherries," he says, seething, and definitely /not/ himself.

Haven drops into the nearest chair as her face pales. She gulps several times, almost tasting the hot fluid Pendrath is swallowing. "Blood..." she murmurs to herself

K'laarn maintains control, neither shouting or yelling, however he looks furious.

D'val walks over from the Landing Field.

Zale snorts quietly at K'laarn's reply, shaking her head.

D'val mutters to himself, "Sharding... to... the middle of..."

M'ren is silent for a long few moments, though he's visibly furious, as he wrestles with the waking Hexenth for control.

Haven drops the spoon with a loud clattering. She continues to sit, eyes unfocused, and wipes the corner of her mouth. After a slow pause, she almost snaps out of it and looks at M'ren. "Its time... he's blooding." Cool, even, but audible

Sionnach vanishes suddenly, leaving behind a burst of chilly air.

K'laarn smiles wryly, his arms cross over his chest though he looks visibly strained.

D'val sighs and rubs his temples, "Jays, why do these things have to happen after a patrol."

Sionnach appears from nowhere with a breeze of chilly air.

D'val pours himself a cup of his klah.

D'val walks toward the Landing Field.

M'ren snaps back, "I /know/ that," he says to Haven, and paces back and forth in the narrow space between the two tables.

Haven doens't hear D'val or even notice that the shouting has stopped. Dark brown moody eyes just watch M'ren pace back and forth... back and forth...

Telinda slumps back into her chair, pondering whether to return to the barracks and then decides thats likely to be worse or much the same. Least here is public and shard it all, there's enough people here to keep her inline, not like she's not able to do it herself, but they seem to forget that.

M'ren barely has room to pace, really... a stride and a half or so, turn, stride and a half...bumping into a chair now and then, then he holds stock-still as an especially loud bellow rolls down the early evening breeze, and he hisses slightly through clenched teeth.

Haven shakes her head, pulling back from Pendrath briefly, "No, no..." she murmurs, "She will finish blooding soon, love..."

Haven watches M'ren, but doesn't seem to see the awkward, nervous pacing. Instead, she seems to see him moving with the same sinewy ease of Hexenth, pouncing on another buck, bloody muzzle raised for a definate scream

K'laarn doesn't say much, he's quiet, though tense. His gaze is warm and fierce. He glances back from M'ren to Haven, watching them both.

M'ren irritably thrusts a chair out of the way with a vicious shove. It connects with the table's edge with a loud clacking sound, almost tipping over, even as in the distance, the brilliantly glowing green leaps skyward, blood-spattered jaws gaping with a roar of defiance.

Haven leaps to her feet, as Pendrath launchs to give chase. She stumbles a few steps towards M'ren, and stops short, getting overwhelmed by the feelings of her dragon

Telinda shakes her head, like she's trying to clear it and stands, walking out of the Hall, eyes slightly glazed, "Yes, love, lets go somewhere quiet."

You walk toward the Landing Field.

In the Weyrhall> K'laarn just smirks as his own bronze rises to give chase. He can feel the power and need responding in his mind and within his soul. Privately he encourages his dragon, urging him to display his strength.