D'clan looks over and says, "Well it was rather provacative Telinda, nice, but still..." D'clan shrugs and gives up. "Yes, I heard that to Ysanne"
 

Ysanne does aboutthe only thing she can in this situation - at risk of a future bawling out- she cocks a jautny salute at K'laarn. "My pleasure. I'd suggest joining her if I were you."
 

Haven lifts her eyebrow "No, you especially compliment those and encourage her to wear it alot... and give her reasons to stay at home and wear it."
 

K'laarn grins at Ysanne and then starts to haul Telinda out of the hall, most likely toward the nearest source of the coldest water he could probably find. "I might join her at that." He glances at HAven, as if she's insane. "Huh?" But then, he's a man. Noone should expect a man to understand the inner workings of a woman's mind.

Telinda smiles winsomely over at D'clan, "I weyrmated the wrong bronzerider" she comments with a thump to K'laarn's back, a nasty one at that, just the sort that sends your breath whooshing out.
 

F'lan shakes his head and sits down in his seat, too tired to get into any domestic argument over a dress for now.
 

Ysanne wriggles her fingers at K'laarn and Telinda "Have a nice swim."
 

D'clan smiles, "Your a little late Telinda"
 

K'laarn turns his head slightly. He'll be sore on the morrow. "Are you saying you'd like another bronzerider for your weyrmate?" His tone is angry now. Naturelly he doesn't accuse D'clan of any conspiracy. "Rather give him children, have him share your bed, every night" He drawls on.

Telinda screams, "You dump me in water I'll make your life a total misery for whatever remains of it" she comments, wriggling some more under K'laarn's grip as he hauls her out, "Don't you fardling dare! I'll wear what I like!"
 

F'lan smirks a bit, "Too bad she only likes bronzeriders."
 

Oh that's it, if Telinda's fury was bad before, it suddenly increases ten-fold or more at the swipe over children, "How _dare_ you bring up that subject!" Her wriggling and strugglling now intensifing, "How dare you! It's not like I don't try!" she adds, fists thumping against K'laarn's back, and trying to reach his head.

Haven sighs and says for anyone to hear her "If she's wear a slinky dress like that, K'laarn should realise she doesn't have another bronzerider in mind at all. Daft man"
 

K'laarn gives this hopeless look toward D'clan. He's got a real problem on his hands here. Suddenly he says "So would you like her F'lan?" He smiles lightly. "Seems she's in the market for another Weyrmate." He walks over toward the brownrider and lets Telinda abruply slide from his shoulder to land in the brownrider's lap. Then his hands grab Telinda's cheeks and he plants a big kiss on her lips, brief and short (No biting does this bronzerider desire). Then he says, "I love you Telinda, and I know you do. We'll have them some day. Why don't you calm down." Then he backs up a step or two quickly.>From afar, Ysanne wasn't sure..but .. :)

F'lan blinks a bit as Tel lands in his lap.
 

D'clan shrugs in return to K'laarn's look. This is nothing to do with him, really
 

Haven mutters something about K'laarn not buying Telinda enough slinky dresses in her opinion
 

Telinda crosses her arms over her chest for a moment, in shock as she realises she's suddenly free. A moment, nothing more, before a hand reaches up to rub against her cheek as she stands, glares at K'laarn, swings a fist towards his midsection, and without waiting for anything else, storms out. "Get your things out of my cottage" she snarls. Laundry should never be washed in public.
 

You walk over to the Landing Field.
 

In the Weyrhall> D'clan gives K'laarn a grin, "Well go after her you idiot"
 

In the Weyrhall> Haven sighs and shakes her head "You really know /nothing/ about women, do you K'laarn?"
 

In the Weyrhall> Ysanne picks up the honey pot. "Here, take this." And delivers it to K'laarn. "Don't ask."
 

In the Weyrhall> K'laarn sighs and says "No, I don't." And at D'clan's prompting, he heads after his weyrmate.
 

In the Weyrhall> K'laarn is halted by Ysanne's offer of the honey. He blinks at it and glances at her before he takes it.
 

Dalton slides a dark glance over as Telinda comes into view and peers at her for a moment, eyes squinting, before casting a small smile at her. "Goldrider", he states, by way of greeting.
 

K'laarn walks over from the Weyrhall.
 

In the Weyrhall> Haven shakes her head "Ask her to put on the dress again!"
 

In the northern sky, Werenth flies toward the broad Landing Field below.
 

Werenth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.
 

In the Weyrhall> Little Tabby Kitten winds its way into the hall, skirting around
 

chairlegs and rubbing itself up against them in a kittenish manner.
 

Telinda nods to the stranger as she storms by. Don't ask. Her temper looks like it's running wild and free.
 

In the Weyrhall> D'clan gives Haven a look after those to left, "You just adore trouble don't you"
 

Dalton backs up cautiously as the bronze dragon lands, cocks his head at the weyrwoman as she stomps by, then wisely turns his attention elsewhere.
 

K'laarn strides hurridly after Telinda until he catches up with her. "Telinda!" He calls, "Telinda! Wait! I'm .. sorry. I liked the dress, really.. I .. I just got jealous watching other folks undressing you with their eyes!" It looks almost comical, this big man chasing this woman and pleading for her to listen.
 

In the Weyrhall> Ysanne gives her mug of klah a disgusted look now that its cold. "Shards" she curses silently and refills it.
 

In the Weyrhall> Haven lifts her eyebrow "If K'laarn knew how to treat a woman, he'd heed my advice. M'ren /adores/ getting me slinky, sexy dresses." Wait, Haven wearing a dress is... well.... there was a hurricane last turn?

In the Weyrhall> Little Tabby Kitten sets up a soft little purr as she winds her way toward Haven and brushes up against the woman's legs. Her head darts  under and down as she nudges against the chair as she twists around. Prrr.

In the Weyrhall> D'clan says "And does M'ren adore you sitting in others laps wearing such dresses?"

Telinda stops, spins on her heel and quirks an eyebrow at K'laarn. Hand go up to rest on her hips, and the tears run unheeded down her face. "No, you're not, and you didn't like the dress either. Its not my fault it Tia rises, you know that!" she snaps, nothing of pleading in her tone.
 

K'laarn comes to a stop right in front of Telinda. Well, he wasn't really pleading either. He was being a bit curlish. "I -liked- the dress. I just didn't like it when you were letting everyone touch you." He clarifies. Then, "And I know its not your fault Tia rises.. but well, maybe we could do something so I don't have to watch everyone hanging all over you?" He sighs. "I don't know how many times I had to prevent myself from sticking my fist into someone else's face." He scowls, more for himself than Telinda, though that can be misinterpreted. "I never said it was your fault."
 

In the Weyrhall> Ysanne considers..then apparantly decides as she and her mug head out. A nod given to all as she leaves.
 

In the Weyrhall> Haven smirks "M'ren makes sure I have no incentive to sit in anyone's else's lap when I'm wearing one of those dresses."
 

Ysanne strides over from the Weyrhall.
 

Ysanne trots off, mug of klah in hand..
 

Ysanne pushes through some bushes off to the northwest.
 

Dalton carefully looks at the dragons, displaying no interest in the quarreling riders whatsoever. He chews on his toothpick and surveys the vast reaches of dragonhide, not moving out of earshot for all his intent study of one of the blue dragons nearby.
 

In the Weyrhall> D'clan says "Yeah, well you don't get proddy either"
 

In the Weyrhall> Haven hrmphs "K'laarn's been a rider long enough to know better than to take proddy behaviour to heart."
 

Telinda distinctly remembered him saying it, but then again, maybe she misheard. "So?" she shrugs, sniffling a little, "Leave the weyr, let someone else fly her, that way you don't have to watch and you'll know for certain someone else's hands will be on me!"
 

In the Weyrhall> D'clan nods, "maybe, it's still none of your business though."
 

N'all strides over from the Northeastern weyrs.
 

N'all strides over to the Weyrhall.
 

K'laarn sighs and says "Telinda, you know better than that." He adominishes her. "Why are we fighting," He asks her. "It seems like all we do sometimes is argue, and usually for little reasons, on either side." Then he appologizes, sounding sincere. "I'm sorry if what I said was ment like a command. I was just iritable.. I mean.. if you want to sit in someone's lap, why not mine?"
 

Dalton chokes off a chuckle, then evidently decides that he's been there long enough, shoves hands deep into baggy pockets, and ambles off.

"Try being proddy sometime, K'laarn" Telinda remarks, "there's really no fun in having all your thoughts overruled by someone else's, no fun in doing things that you know aren't what you would do. Maybe then you'd understand." THen again, he's a man and may never understand. "The remark over children was" she struggles for the words, looking up to the sky for a moment, "underhand, very."
 

K'laarn blinks and says, "I didn't mean it that way. We'll have children. Telinda I don't understand why you fret over it so much." He just shakes his head. "Really, it'll happen." He sounds very convincing. "Probably when you least expect it."
 

Dalton strides over to the Weyrhall.
 

K'laarn adds, "Have you ever tried conciously tamping down on some of those emotions that Tiarnath feeds you? I know its difficult.. but surely? Its just a suggestion. I know I have to work very hard on concentrating when Rnayth's in full lust."
 

In the Weyrhall> Dalton casually strolls into sight, his jaunty whistle preceding him by a minute or two. His dark gaze flicking here and there, he gives every appearance of a man with no place to go and all day to get there in.

In the Weyrhall> N'all noda to Dalton, "Hello, again."
 

"Because" Telinda starts answering, "I want children, and you are always  mentioning it as well!" She was a bout to say more, but splutters instead, "I can see I might as well talk to the back end of a runner" she remarks, "for all that you listen" and elbows her way past K'laarn, in the opposite direction from her original destination.

In the Weyrhall> Haven takes a deep breath "Then, would you /please/ /stop/ insulting me, my weyrmate, and S'ton! Jays, Dec, you can be so.... assinine!"

In the Weyrhall> Little Tabby Kitten finally finds a nice little place, in a seat under a table and hops up into it with a prrup. Then she curls up in a fuzzy little ball and watches the world at large while pretending to sleep.

K'laarn reaches out to grab Telinda's arm. "And Whby do you always walk off rather than facing our argument and talking things out?" He questions. "I'm  really tired of you walking off. For once, just please, stay here and deal with the situation. You always wander off and stew about things."

In the Weyrhall> Haven just looks at D'clan, looking mad, frustrated, and upset all at once. Hormones start to kick in and she turns, rushing out quickly and holding her son to her before she breaks into tears.

Haven strides over from the Weyrhall.
 

In the Weyrhall> D'clan sighs, "Wonderful"
 

In the Weyrhall> Dalton blinks, his face betraying nothing. Seems like this place is full of arguing riders. He casts a slight smile at the friendly rider, "Hello", then continues on his way towards the sweet smell of food.

Haven scurries out of the hall, heading to the weyrs, looking like she's in tears.
 

Haven heads northeast, into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.
 

Telinda glances down at the hand that just grabbed her arm, "I walk off, because trying to argue with you is like trying to argue with a brick wall. We never get anywhere! And I don't stew on things" she pouts, "That's an unfair comment."
 

K'laarn asks, "Then why were we always fighting for 8 turns? Telinda, I listen just fine, if you'll just talk to me. You don't even make an effort sometimes. One blockade and you don't get your way, and its off you walk, away from the problem. You hardly even try to compromise!"

In the Weyrhall> N'all levels his gaze at D'clan, "Small wonder my cousin broke up with you." He might be a lot of thing, but he is fiercly loyal to Haven. He does not follow, however, some instinct telling him to stay well away from Haven for a few.

Telinda shrugs, "How am I to know? Don't they say it takes two? Well, perhaps we aren't suited and that its something we should consider!" A long drawn out sniff follows, "And I do compromise! I do!" she protests, though there's tinge of uncertainly in it.

In the Weyrhall> D'clan gives N'all a long look, "Not now"
 

K'laarn asks lightly, "Do you Telinda? Do you really? Think about it. Think about how it felt when you said: My cottage, when its supposed to be 'ours' now."
 

In the Weyrhall> N'all nods, and gets a mug of klah; his rather large hand all but swallowing the mug.
 

In the Weyrhall> Dalton slides into the queue in front of the nearest hearth, then happily mounds his plate with meatrolls, tubers, fish, and bread. He studiously avoids glancing at this set of quarreling riders, treating them with the same careful avoidance as the others in the Landing Field.

Telinda shrugs, looking down at her feet, "You insulted me, how was _I_ meant to feel?!"
 

In the Weyrhall> F'lan sips his wine and stretches.
 

K'laarn replies "I didn't mean to insult you. I was just angry. You know I wouldn't hurt you for anything." He lets loose of Telinda's arm now that she's calmed a little.
 

Telinda turns her back on K'laarn, so that her face cannot be seen, nor can the tears that spring unheeded to her eyes, "Why? Why were you angry? All I did was come back to the cottage to see you, and you started in on me? Aren't you happy that Rnayth caught Tiarnath?" she shakes her head, curls bouncing as she does so, "You're just not happy with me, or the situation it seems." She just loooves telling him how he feels.
 

In the Weyrhall> Dalton, delicately balancing a full plate with one hand, snakes out a long arm to lift a mug of klah from the serving plate of a passing drudge so smoothly she doesn't even seem to notice. Or perhaps she's used to it. He finds an unoccupied table, sits down on the plain wooden bench, and digs into his meal.
 

K'laarn blinks and says "So are you now inside my mind so you know how I feel?" He comes up behind Telinda and wraps his arms around her. "I'm exceedingly happy that Rnayth caught Tiarnath. I felt like my heart was going to burst when it happened and I knew that it was really happening." He smiles and kisses the back of her neck. "I'm happy with you too. Noone else could make me happier." His hands stroke her shoulders.

Telinda sighs, leaning back against K'laarn, "Then why do you act like this? You know that kind of dress is more Tia's perspective than mine."

N'all strides over from the Weyrhall.
 

K'laarn squeezes. "Well.. I never cared before.. and now I guess I do. And.. when you get like that.. I suppose it makes me worried that maybe our relationship isn't as secure as I'd like. I guess perhaps I felt like you no longer .. you know." He looks uncomfortable.

N'all walks out, and immediately gets the look of "what did I just walk into."
 

In the Weyrhall> Dalton raises his head for a moment to thoughtfully eye the bronzerider as he strides out, then lifts his broad, bony shoulders in a nearly imperceptable motion and returns to his meal.

K'laarn doesn't look terribly embarassed caught in a pose of romanatic sensitivity. He may be some kind of manly man that doesn't always understand women, but he's got feelings too, right?

Telinda nods at K'laarn's words, least her tone isn't angry like before, and turns in his arms, "I don't feel too good" she remarks, face white and streaked clear in places.

N'all keeps on walking. Yup.
 

N'all pushes through some bushes off to the northwest.
 

K'laarn nods and soothes Telinda's hair and says, "My fault." He takes the blame on himself
 

Telinda leans her head against K'laarn's shoulder, "I think I want to go lie down" she murmers, "My head's pounding again, and it's not Tia this time."

In the Weyrhall> Dalton finishes his meal, then rises. Taking the plate in one hand, he gently deposits it in the appropriate tray, then nods politely at the riders scattered about and wanders off.

N'all pushes through some bushes and steps into the glade.
 

N'all rethinks, and sits on a rock. This is a good chance to study the dynamics of a relationship.
 

In the Weyrhall> Dalton walks out towards the Residences clearing.
 

K'laarn nods his head and says "Well, why don't you go lay down in the cottage? Rest and relax a little." He suggests. "I'll have someone bring some water."
 

Telinda nods, "I think I might do that." A hand reaches up to caress K'laarn's cheek before she wanders off.
 

You walk into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.