Tr'bor waves. "Hiya, Telinda and F'lan."

Kern strides over from the Weyrhall.

Tr'bor grins. "We're fine. A little restless right now."

Khyam enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

Kern wanders out of the hall, whistling softly to himself.

Ysanne strides over from the Weyrhall.

Khyam wanders in to view, casually admiring a few small stones in his hands.

Telinda grins, holding up a rather large picnic basket, "Well, I mentioned to a few of the residents we were going to the waterfalls. Want to come?"

Khyam looks up from his close inspection of the rocks he has, glancing about curiously at the word waterfall.

Tr'bor grins. "Of course I do! That'd be perfect!"

Telinda grins as one of the residents helps her with the basket, attaching them to Tiarnath's riding straps, the gold, curious as ever, cants her head to whuffle the basket. "Everyone's welcome" she comments, looking around to include the miner apprentice.

Kern grins and holds up another basket. "Justin case," he says with a chuckle. "Some of us eat more than others do."

Khyam grins, "Really?"

Tr'bor checks over Uarth's straps to make sure he can 'port more that one person.

Ysanne considers the offer, then shrugs with a smirk.

Dragon> All sense that Tiarnath whuffles << There's no red meat in there! >>

Telinda chuckles at Khyam, "Most certainly. Why waste the end to a perfect day by not including everyone! The more the merrier!"

Dragon> Uarth bespoke All with << Then what good is it? >>

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke All with << Who knows. They seem to like it though. >>

Khyam's eyes flash in the light, or so it seams, as he nods his head vigerously, "That would be great!" He wraps the stones in a small piece of felt and slips them into his belt pouch.

Telinda chuckles, "Besides, another sevenday or so, and I'll be stuck in the Weyr again! Everyone get anything they need and met us back here. I have enough food for all of us. Cook" she says with a bright smile and twinkle in her eyes, "was very generous."

Khyam ponders this, "What will we need?"

Tr'bor finishes his adjusting of Uarth's straps. "He says he's anxious to go."

Telinda shrugs, "Probably not much, but if you need a jacket, because we're going *between*, there's some in the closet in the Weyrhall."

Ysanne wanders off to get a jacket...

Ysanne strides over to the Weyrhall.

Ysanne strides over from the Weyrhall.

Khyam shakes his head, "Oh, yea. I forget that it gets cold anymore." He trots into the Hall to grab a jacket, and returns moments later wearing something that is just a tad too large for him.

In the northern sky, Rnayth moves towards the the open sky above.

Ysanne carries a couple jackets. "Extras..for whoever..." And casually picks one, with an eye for sizing, slinging it on quickly.

Telinda grins, "Right, lets mount up then. Some of you go with Tr'bor and Tia and I can take some as well."

Tiarnath croons lovingly, excited at another chance to fly with you. She lowers a Champagne and Pearl Gold foreleg and you scramble up nimbly.

*> Tr'bor grabs a one-handed hold of Uarth's riding straps and vaults to his lifemate's shoulders.

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor waves folks up.

*> Khyam looks a bit uncertain as to which Dragon to approach... they're both so LARGE!

*> In the northern sky, Rnayth soars to the broad Landing Field below.

*> Rnayth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

*> Khyam chooses.

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor grins. "Uarth is a lot more easy-going than Tia."

Telinda giggles, "Tia likes to look around, and I mean look!"

*> Ysanne grins, asking of Tia "Does she roll like Werenth?"

*> Khyam grabs a hold of Uarth's riding straps and with the help of a proffered foreleg, climbs up the dragon's side and into a seat between two neck ridges.

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor buckles Khyam securely into place.

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor buckles himself securely into place.

*> Rnayth lands gently beside Tiarnath and hobbles the few feet over to nuzzle up against the gold. His snout brushes into her throat as he croons.

Telinda grins down at Ysanne, "Sometimes, yes."

*> From atop Uarth, Khyam looks downat the straps, "Thanks. It's been a while."

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor says "Anyone else?"

*> Ysanne ohs, not looking particularly bothered. "Well, I don't care which."

*> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn chuckles and gently slaps Rnayth's neck where he's sitting. He grins across to Telinda, looking pleased with his dragon's behavior.

*> Tiarnath croons softly at Rnayth, tail immediately reaching out to snake around the bronze's and getting a little closer to him.

Telinda slaps Tiarnath with her hand, "Stop that, no time to fawn over him right now! Later! Or you'll sqwat my leg!"

Telinda holds out a hand down the side of the goal, "Might as well come on up here Ysanne" she says, "I'll just buckle you in!"

*> From atop Uarth, Khyam watches the two dragons, looking amused.

*> Uarth warbles, getting kinda anxious. From atop the big brown's back, Tr'bor says, "Telinda, we might want to get going. He's getting jumpy."

*> Ysanne takes the offered hand, climbing up with some awkwardness. "Well, I've already gone for a roll today, she needn't feel obligated to thrill me."

Telinda turns her head to look over her shoulder and pokes her tongue out at K'laarn, "And don't you be encouraging him either" she says before holding her hand out further

Ysanne climbs onto Tiarnath's back with the help of a kindly proffered foreleg and the straps, the Champagne and Pearl Gold canting her head around to examine her new passenger.

You buckle yourself securely into place.

You buckle Ysanne securely into place.

*> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn laughs over at Telinda and says "Rnayth's just feeling affectionate." The dark look in violet eyes seems to indicate that the bronze's rider is of like mind.

Telinda coughs into her hand at K'laarn's comment and then grins, "Everyone ready?!" she calls out as Tiarnath backs up a little and spreads out her wings, testing the air with a rustle of aileron.

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor nods. "We are, Tel!:

*> From atop Uarth, Khyam smiles and nods.

*> Rnayth tosses his head lightly as his wings unfurl , a goodly distance from Tiarnath's. His tail twitches as he rumbles deeply. He appears more than willing to go.

Telinda grins, "Hang on, Ysanne" she calls out, just before they lift off.

*> Tiarnath crouches, muscles tensing in readiness. She gracefully unfurls her Champagne and Pearl Gold wings, launching herself into the air with a powerful thrust of her hindlegs and a modicum of stirred dust.

You fly toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> Uarth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor grins."Oh, sorry. SHoulda told you to hang on."

*> Rnayth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> From atop Uarth, Khyam grins, a little shaken, "That's okay."

Ysanne holds with not quite a death grip - but definitely prepared for the worst until she settles into hte feel of the flight...and relaxes.

*> Tiarnath catches a thermal, wings outstretched to their fullest in their magnificent glory. Tilting it ever so slightly, this agile gold, circles around, waiting for everyone to get into position.

Telinda looks across and then pumps her arm, in the traditional signal, as the threesome disappear.

*> Uarth bugles, revelling in the feel of open sky above and below him.

*> Tiarnath disappears into Between.

Between

You suddenly emerge...

Sky above Island River Falls

*> Tiarnath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

*> Uarth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

*> From atop Uarth, Khyam shivers, "Wow, much colder than I remember."

Ysanne shivers, fingers clenched into straps.

*> Uarth banks into a lazy spiral down to a suitable landing spot.

*> From atop Uarth, Tr'bor grins. "You get used to it after a while."

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << My rider says we'll land on the lower river bank today >>

*> From atop Uarth, Khyam grins, wiping an errant strand of hair from his face.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Uarth rumbles in acknowledgement.

*> Uarth soars to the green banks of the lower river..

*> Rnayth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

*> Tiarnath bugles as she bursts from *between* and then immediately starts flying towards the waterfall, heading straight for the cliff and the spray of water surrounding it. The screams on her back obviously come from her rider, who doesn't seem to be having much luck, as the gold nears the falls, slicing through the water with a wingtip, sending another waterfall down her wing towards her passengers. Then, just as neatly, she circles up and away, rumbling to herself in amusement.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath rumbles << That was fun! >>

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Uarth completely agrees.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << She's a bit wet now though, doesn't think it's funny either, but I did. >>

Ysanne gasps, fingers giving up their hold on straps in favour of brushing water from face and hair and in general - everywhere. Her gasp of surprise turns into neat laughter.

*> Rnayth circles down after Tiarnath, though is polite enough not to take his poor rider through the water after he emerges from between.

Telinda flicks her hair away from her face, sending water droplets in various directions, "Tiaaarrnnnattthh!" she screams, unclicking her buckle straps to lean forward a little. The two seem to be having a stark conversation as she flies down towards the ground, rumbling in contentment at the fun she's had.

You soar to the green banks of the lower river..

*> Khyam grins and turns from the Dragon to look around.

You unbuckle Ysanne from the flying straps.

You unbuckle yourself from the flying straps.

You jump down off of Tiarnath with lithe grace, the Champagne and Pearl Gold nudging your hip playfully as you reach the ground.

Banks of Island River

Rnayth moves towards the the green banks of the lower river..

Between Tiarnath's neckridges, Ysanne laughs at Tiarnath as she clambours off "Well, at least you didn't roll. I appreciate that."

Ysanne jumps down from Tiarnath's back with the help of the straps and a kindly proffered foreleg.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth sounds a little disgruntled. << You should be careful Tiarnath >> Obviously the safety of mate and Queen is his largest concern.

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

Telinda lands in a sodden puddle, shaking her head. She looks at the gold, waggles a finger and then turns to Ysanne, "Are you ok?" she asks.

Ysanne nods, eyes emerald and twinkling as she pushes damp strands of hair off her face. "They've certainly got senses of humour, don't they?"

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath croons sweetly at Rnayth, sending him the suggestion of just how good that water felt << I was careful! She was strapped in after all. Stop being a worry wart! >>

Telinda hrms thoughtfully, "Indeed they do." A slight smile flickers at the corners of her mouth, "Well, thank Faranth the picnic basket was the other side or we'd have a soggy meal as well as a soggy weyrwoman and seamstress!"

K'laarn is doing his best not to laugh or even look amused, though the twitch of his lips helps to give him away. "Oh Telinda." He finally says. "You're so.. beautiful.. yes beautiful, when you're soaked."

Tr'bor changes back into his sunning clothes.

Ysanne rolls her eyes. "Well, they're better than soppy bronze-rider anyday."

Khyam carefully removes the borrowed jacket and folds it, setting it safely away from the puddle. He grins at the little mishap.

Telinda considers K'laarn for a moment, hand resting on her hip. Every stitch she has on is soaked, from riding jacket to shirt to trouser, completely drenched to the bone. Noticing how soaked she is, she grabs the edges of her jacket and wraps them around her, "Hey, no peeking!" she accuses the bronzerider.

Rialth moves towards the the green banks of the lower river..

F'lan slides down off Rialth's back haphazardly but arrives safely on the ground.

Ysanne continues to drip.

F'lan waves and smiles, chuckles softly at Ysanne and Telinda..

Telinda shakes her head at K'laarn, sending water drops his way and then grins at everyone else, "Shall we picnic now?"

Ysanne shakes her fingers and hands, sending a fine spray of water about her.

K'laarn shrugs lightly and continues to grin. "Thats alright, I get to see whats below it all anyhow." He murmurs for her and anyone standing near.

Khyam bites his lower lip and turns away from THAT comment.

Mikar jumps up from his spot on the riverbank, quick as any youngster when food is mentioned. He shifts from foot to foot impatiently, but holding his peace.

F'lan pats Rialth's hide softly and walks over to the crowd. Seeing Telinda and Ysanne's state he smiles, "What happened to you two ?"

Ysanne tugs her jacket about her a little tighter, shivering as its clammy weight settles. "We went for a flying swim."

Telinda rolls her eyes upwards at F'lan's question, "You missed it! Tia decided to skim the waterfall and send some of it towards us" she remarks busying herself with the straps and lifting down the picnic basket. "Someone give me a hand here, please?!"

F'lan looks towards Tiarnath and chuckles. He walks over to Telinda and offers to help with it.

Khyam moves over to assist with the basket.

Mikar responds with alacrity, appearing at Telinda's side in a moment. "I'll help," he declares with a grin.

Ysanne lets other, less shivering, people carry the baskets.

Telinda smiles her thanks, "Just pop that one over in that clearing there, F'lan, away from Tia, I hate to think what she'll end up doing." She smiles at Khyam and offers him the blankets, "Same with those please! Mikar can help you set up."

F'lan takes the basket and nods to Telinda, carrying it over to the clearing and gently putting it down.

Rnayth wanders over to the now riderless Tiarnath and flops down on the ground beside her in a protective pose.

Khyam hands half the blankets to Mikar, "Hi, I'm Khyam." He moves to the location the Goldrider indicated.

Mikar trails along after Khyam, barely peering over the top of a pile of blankets in his arms. "Ooof."

Khyam begins spreading blanket out, half in the shade, half in the sun...

Tiarnath settles herself down, eyes whirling with contented colours. Wings shudder slightly, letting beads of water trickle down the membranes towards the ground. A deep throated rumble goes out towards Rnayth as her head rests near his.

Mikar dumps the pile on the ground, picking up the top one and shaking it out. "I'm Mikar," he replies to Khyam. "Well met."

Khyam nods, "Very well."

Telinda grins, "Good idea!" she remarks to Khyam, "I need to dry out, but he'll frazzle" she gestures to Tr'bor, "in the sun!"

Ysanne waits until Khyam has the blanket spread, then claims a sunny patch - braving the exposure of wet-cream coloured material in favour of drying off and warming up in the bool breeze.

Khyam grins, "Habit, my sister was paler than I am."

Tr'bor grins at Telinda, and sits on the edge of the bank. "You let me decide if I want to peel like a tunnelsnake. I've plenty of numbweed back home."

Ysanne makes a forlorn noise. "I just get freckles."

Telinda shakes her head, "Sometimes I wonder if all male riders think with what's in their trousers" she remarks, sweeping wet hair from her face. She grins at Ysanne, "Yeah, me too. Hundreds of them!"

Tr'bor looks under the thin sarong he's wearing. "Sometimes, but not always," he retorts, blushing, realizing what he just said, and to whom.

Mikar blinks at Telinda as he sprawls on a blanket, fully in the sun.

Ysanne comments dryly "If you call using whats in their trousers thinking.." Her words drift off as she smirks.

Khyam just grins.

F'lan chuckles at Tr'bor and shakes his head.

Telinda giggles at Tr'bor, obviously in fine spirits today and acting more like a green than gold rider. She looks over to K'laarn, and smiles at him, one of those secret, all-knowing types. Hearing Ysanne, she giggles some more and flops down onto the edge of the blanket, "Well, thinking is a term is all."

Mikar eyes the whole group a trifle disbelievingly and sticks his hands behind his head with a sigh. "Grownups," he mutters to himself.

F'lan sits besides the basket, "Anyone want some food now, or wait a bit ?"

K'laarn glances over Rnayth and Tiarnath words beforefore he walks over toward Telinda and says "So who brought the food?"

Mikar sits back up abruptly, his whole expression changing in the barest of seconds. He almost manages to stay polite, however, only exclaiming "Now, please!"

Ysanne lifts drying fabric up off her skin so that it doesn't stick.

Khyam nods at Mikar's comment, "I'd love some."

Telinda laughs at Mikar, and gestures to the basket, "Pull it out and help yourselves" she remarks, chin tilting upwards to look at K'laarn as she stretches her legs out to one side of her part of the blanket, "Cook did us a basket. I asked her earlier on in the day if she would."

Ysanne stiffles a yawn, and declines food right now.

Mikar descends on the basket, remembering at the last minute a "Thank you!" before snagging himself a generous helping of food and sprawling back on his blanket.

K'laarn grins and pats his belly. "I could eat everything in that basket." He says once his eyes light on the basket indicated.

Short and slight but tenaciously strong, Mikar looks somewhat younger than his 13 or so Turns. His hair is an unruly mass of liberally sun-streaked reddish-brown curls, which together with his brown eyes and sunbrowned skin tend to make him look all of a color. He fosters this impression unconsciously by wearing whatever is least likely to show dirt and stains- usually some shade of brown. He has a freckled snub nose that looks like it's been broken once already, and his bare arms show a few small, faint streaks of scars. His bare knees are knobby and usually scabbed, and he much prefers to go barefoot when he can.

J'ran makes his way down the trail.

Khyam pokes his nose into the depths of the picnic basket, makes some ooooohing noises and grabs a few tidbits.

Orchellth moves towards the the green banks of the lower river..

Telinda chuckles, leaning forward to snag a small sweetcake, "K'laarn, don't you dare eat it all!"

F'lan chuckles and takes out some food and passes it around for those who wants.

J'ran waves.

Telinda smiles and looks up, waving, "Hello J'ran!"

Tr'bor grins and waves. "J'ran! How goes?"

Khyam smiles at J'ran.

J'ran smiles. "Oh, just fine."

K'laarn scowls slightly and says, "But,.. I'm hungry." His stomach growls to help accent that fact.

J'ran says "Heard you were having a picnic."

Mikar munches blissfully through more sweets than are likely good for him, looking up briefly to nod, mouth full, to the new arrivals.

Tr'bor chuckles sheepishly. "Uarth has a big mouth."

Telinda pats the blanket next to her as she looks up at K'laarn, "Well, sit down, maybe you won't be so hungry when it doesn't have so far to go." She gestures to J'ran and then looks around the others, "This is J'ran, green Orchelleth's Rider from Honshu" she adds in introduction to the others. "J'ran, help yourself to the picnic!"

J'ran sits down on the bank near Tr'bor and chuckles. "So, what've you got, eh?" He nods at the introduction. "That's me!"

Khyam swallows the roll he was chewing on, "It's nice to meet you J'ran, I'm Khyam, Minecrafts duties to Honshu and her Queens."

J'ran smiles and nods to Khyam.

Tr'bor grins and nudges J'ran. "Nothing quite yet. Haven't dug into the baskets yet. What would you like to eat?"

Dragon> All sense that Tiarnath ponders idly << What would happen if I were to back up a little and scoop up water with my wing? Eh? Would I catch them all?"

Mikar swallows hastily and adds his own, "Mikar, stablehand" in a slightly garbled tone.

Ysanne nods sleepily to J'ran. "Ysanne, the very wet."

Dragon> All sense that Uarth rumblechuckles. << My rider would be drenched, as would Orchelleth's, but I'd get great enjoyment out of it. >>

J'ran smiles and nods to Mikar and Ysanne.

Khyam grins at Ysanne, popping yet another bit of bread into his mouth.

Dragon> All sense that Mallarth warblegreets.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke All with << Perhaps I'll leave it until _after_ they've eaten! >>

Dragon> All sense that Tiarnath warbles at Mallarth

Tr'bor gets up from the bank and looks down at the greenrider. "Well, since you're being so secretive, I think I'll just play mind-reader and see if I can guess what you want."

Dragon> All sense that Rnayth considers << I do not think K'laarn would like it much. >>

Telinda smiles, "So" she comments leaning back, "How has everyone's day been? Boring, fun?"

J'ran smirks and looks up at Tr'bor. "Oh, a meatroll will do quite nicely, I suppose."

Dragon> Uarth bespoke All with << I think that Tiarnath's rider would soothe his ruffled feathers enough, though. >>

Ysanne mutters "Long..." as she rolls over onto her stomach, and shortly falls asleep.

Dragon> All sense that Rnayth remarks << But he does not have feathers! >>

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke All with << Perhaps that can be arranged though? >>

Tr'bor grins. "Alright." He trods over to the baskets and gets a few meatrolls and gets a half-skin of Southern White from Uarth's straps and goes back to sit by J'ran. Handing him a meatroll, he says, "So what have you been doing that's kept you from visiting lately?"

Mikar picks a few crumbs off of his cutoff trousers and looks up. "Neither one, ma'am," he remarks, his normal politeness having returned with the consuming of food. "A day like any other, until this picnic. Which is fun," he grins.

K'laarn sits down on the ground near an outspread blanket and rumages through the food basket. He picks up a meatroll or two and starts munching on them as he listens to others.

Telinda chuckles at Ysanne, moving a flask from by her feet as she falls asleep. She nods to Mikar, "Neither? What else have you been doing then?"

J'ran smiles. "Keeping busy, you know. Thread to fly, drills, the usual."

Khyam smiles, glancing down at his beltpouch, "I picked some stones to start polishing for a project. Other than that, it was a broom filled day."

J'ran looks around. "It's quite nice here. I don't think I've been here before."

Telinda glances over to Khyam, "Stones? What would you use them for?" she asks curiously, pouring herself a glass of wine and offering K'laarn one as well. "Anyone else?"

Tr'bor nods. "Aye, that I do." Glancing over his sunburnt shoulder, he mock whispers, "That there junior weyrwoman can be an evil taskmaster sometimes."

Mikar looks a little rueful. "Oh..." he waves one hand slightly. "Falling off, mostly," he tells Telinda.

J'ran chuckles.

Telinda giggles at Mikar, "Falling off?" she asks, leaning forward to pick up a bread roll and tossing it in Tr'bor's direction with lethal accuracy. Ever been hit with a bread roll? It hurts!

Khyam grins, "Depends on how they look after I've polished them... necklace, maybe earrings... possible an armband. If I can get them to match well enought, I'd love to do some fine earrings with a bit of silver--" it's obvious he can continue on for hours, but is deliberately stopping himself.

J'ran laughs and ducks the flying baked goods.

Tr'bor winces from the terrible thumping he's recieving at said evil goldrider's hands (or breadrolls in this case). "See what I mean? And me so sunburnt it hurts to move certain ways." He melodramatically sighs, and sticks his tongue out at Telinda.

Mikar grins. "Falling off," he nods. "Was helping train a young runner, since I'm so small. Less weight."

Mikar regards his scabbed knees. "Besides, the trainer said I'm young enough I bounce when I hit the ground, so it ought to be my part of the job, sitting up there on 'im."

Telinda doesn't comment to Tr'bor, nope, that could be dangerous. Instead Tiarnath seems to rustle her wing at some signal and dump droplets of water towards Tr'bor's head. Meanwhile, Telinda continues to listen to the two young men. She nods at Mikar, "Don't be breaking no bones will you? Please?" Head tilts curiously at Khyam, "Don't stop on my account, I should come talk to the miners about impression gifts perhaps, and then again, K'laarn might like another earing" she murmers, hand going to caress the bronzerider's neck.

J'ran smirks. "Well, you should cover up when you're in the sun, then."

Khyam smirks at Mikar, "Not a job I'd want." Then he turns back to Telinda, "Oh no, I stopped for your safety. Once I get going the ideas start spilling out of my head... it's hard to stop them, and it gets rather dull for anyone who's not a minecrafter, and for many who are."

Tr'bor grins. "I usually am. That's why the second I got a day off, I was in the sun. Didn't realize I'd end up looking like a boiled spiderclaw, though." Looking up from the sudden rain, he grins at the big gold. "Tiarnath! That's not very nice. Or very fair."

Tr'bor grins at Khyam's words. "You see there, Tel? He's evidently taking my place at the Hall. He's gonna probably be almost as good as me, if I know Master Atanna."

Tiarnath rumbles in amusement as she looks over at Tr'bor. She obviously thinks it's quite funny.

Khyam nods to Tr'bor, "She's marvelous, isn't she?"

Telinda chuckles, "There's noone as good as Atanna though, her work is simply marvellous!"

Uarth settles himself down in the grass and double-lids his eyes. Surreptitiously, he snakes his tail out and pokes Tiarnath's thigh.

Mikar eyes the really really large gold dragon a little warily, scooting farther away on his blanket. He's warm and dry, and wouldn't mind staying that way.

Tr'bor nods. "Oh, yes, and a nicer person, you'll never meet."

J'ran nods. "I haven't been sunburned for as long as I can remember."

Orchellth warbles amusedly.

Tiarnath cants her long neck and blinks all three lids at Uarth. A sort of 'yes' type innocent gesture.

Khyam shrugs, "Well, I don't know, so far you all are giving her a run for her money. She's yet to take me on a picnic!"

Khyam grins.

Tr'bor smirks. "That's probably because you're doing too much to relax and sun for a bit."

Telinda grins, "I should've popped down to the hall and dragged her away for the evening!"

Tr'bor chuckles to Khyam. "She never once took me on a picnic, tho she did teach me to make some of the finest jewelry on Pern."

K'laarn smiles and leans into Telinda, remarking "I like the earring you gave me just fine." He murmurs lightly for her. Then he leans forward slightly, in no way moving from Telinda's touch as he does his best to pay attention to others.

Khyam grins, "I'll forego the picnics for that part," he directs to Tr'bor.

Telinda scoots over, closer to K'laarn, dipping her head under his arm, and nudging it out of the way a little, "Well, if you like it, that's good. I was thinking about something though for the hatching. I need to think on it. Same with the new clothes too."

Tr'bor hmmms. "Maybe I should get an earring. That might be a nice touch, vain creature that I am."

Telinda grins, "Well, Tr'bor, now's your chance with Khyam here" she adds with a wink to the apprentice.

Mikar fingers his bare earlobes consideringly and shrugs, looking around at the others.

J'ran says "No, I sun quite regularly. I guess I've just spent long enough in the sun to not get burnt."

Tr'bor grins. "Any other input on the earring venture?"

Telinda chuckles at Mikar, "Think about it when you're older! I waited nearly twenty turns before I was brave enough!"

Khyam colors a bit, "I'm not in a position to accept commissions yet, but I'd say one would look good on you."

J'ran grins. "An earring would look good, I think."

Mikar pipes up, "M'uncle has one, it's pretty neat looking." He grins at Telinda. "I couldn't anyway."

Tr'bor grins. "Let's see what you've got in that magic little pouch, Khyam."

Khyam chuckles and wipes his hands off. Opening the pouch he pulls out a small piece of felt, in which are wrapped three rather unobtrusive off brown colored rocks of similar, but obviously not the same, size.

K'laarn just gives a soft groan and sighs with a smile. "Whatever you think best, Telinda.. you know I've not got much eye for fashion."

Khyam says "They'll polish up to be a shiney feiline eye stone. Right now they're just rocks."

Tr'bor grins. "That's be perfect, I think. On a brushed silver hoop?"

Mikar cranes his head around to get a good look at the rocks. "You mean things that look like /that/ actually turn into jewelry?" he asks disbelievingly.

Khyam nods, "I was thinking that, maybe looped back on itself once, and flared just a bit... depending on how the veins in the stone run."

Tr'bor ponders. "Yeah that'd be nice. Make 'em up and get master Atanna to OK them, and I'll buy them from you."

J'ran smiles. "In the right hands, yes."

Khyam grins, "Really?"

Tr'bor nods. "Of course, Khyam. Make a pair." He glaces sideways at J'ran with a slightly evil grin. "I'll find a place for the other one."

Mikar looks over at J'ran, still amazed. "Wow... maybe I ought to show my rock collection to someone," he grins.

Telinda giggles at Mikar, "A rock collection?" she asks, hand resting lightly on K'laarn's thigh as she wriggles herself comfortable, "I guess it's better than a spinner collection or some other such lovely thing!"

Tr'bor looks up to Mikar. "I can introduce you to Master Atanna, or Khyam can."

J'ran arches an eyebrow.

Mikar shrugs, trying to look both maturely unconcerned and politely interested at the same time. He ends up looking more ill than anything. They're just rocks I liked and picked up. They're nice to feel in your pocket, when you're out walking..."

J'ran grins at Mikar. "Who knows, you might have something valuable there."

Tr'bor arches his eyebrow right back.

Khyam nods, "Really, or I might even buy a few of those rocks Mikar..."

K'laarn leans into Telinda with a sleepy kind of look on his face. His head rests slightly on Telinda's shoulder as eyes drift half-closed. He still seems to be paying attention though he's using his weyrmate as a prop.
Mikar looks torn between eagerness and uncertainty. "Really? You're not just ..." he pauses, uncertain how to say it politely.

Khyam laughs, "No, I'm not just feeding you runnermuck."

Khyam glances at the ladies, "Oh, pardon me!"

Telinda giggles softly, "Don't mind me, I hear much worse from the riders around the weyr!"

Mikar grins, his expression relaxing. "Well. I guess that'd be alright, then."

Khyam grins at Telinda AND Mikar.

J'ran leans back and takes a bite of meatroll, relaxing.

Tr'bor grins at J'ran. "Oh, you'd look good with an earring. Especially one with a brown stone," he says, winking.
Telinda smiles, "Is there anything left in that basket?" she asks, leaning forward away from K'laarn for a moment and extending a hand, "Or did Mikar eat it all?!" she teases.

J'ran says "Think so? I don't know. Nothing too big and gaudy. Just a ring or a small stone would be fine. Maybe something green."

Khyam grins again, "I guess you don't want them to 'frilly' then, eh?"

Mikar pouts. "I didn't eat it /all/..." he pauses and adds under his breath, "Only most..."

Tr'bor smirks. "No, Khyam, probably just a simple silver ring with a floating stone. Probably a ball or a chip."

Telinda giggles at Mikar, "Don't worry, you're still growing, you likely need the food!"

Khyam snorts, "It'll have to be a ball, yer crazy if you think I'm going to chip THESE."

Khyam says "Of course if I don't polish them right..."

Tr'bor chuckles. "Well, don't make it too big of a ball."

Mikar regards himself critically. "I sure hope I'm still growing."

Khyam shakes his head, "No, don't want you having to walk around with your head bent to one side... simple is best, small is better."

J'ran chuckles.

Telinda laughs at Khyam's suggestion, "Nono! Do that, that would be too funny to watch!"

J'ran pours himself a glass of Southern White and sits down.

Tr'bor mock-scowls at Telinda. "That's not funny."

Telinda grins at Tr'bor, "I think it is!|

Ygrath moves towards the the green banks of the lower river..

Ephyra deftly swings herself off Ygrath's neck and uses the green's straps to slide to the ground.

K'laarn sighs and then opens his eyes again and leans forward to kiss Telinda on the cheek. "I have sweeps to take care of." he informs her. "I'll meet you back at the Weyr later."

Tr'bor waves to yon leaving Wingleader.

Telinda smiles, looking up and nodding at K'laarn, "Ok, clear skies love!" She waggles fingers at Ephyra as she arrives, "Ira!! You might have arrived just in time for some food, though I dare say you might have to nudge Mikar from guarding it."

K'laarn stands up and walks over toward Rnayth after bidding Telinda his farewell.

Ephyra slides into the clearing, grinning her usual smile. "Ygrath said ... food, where's the food?"

K'laarn easily climbs upwards onto Rnayth's proffered foreleg, then vaults the rest of the way to his neck where he seats himself comfortably. He looks down at the young bronze and pats his neck lovingly.

Mikar actually blushes a little under his tan, pointedly not looking at the basket.

Telinda grins and gestures to the basket, "Mikar's a hungry one though, so you might have to see what he's left!" she remarks to the Southern greenrider.

Ephyra bounds over to the basket and tries to peer around Mikar to see inside. "Whatcha got?"

Tr'bor leans against J'ran and munches away at his almost forgotten meatroll.

Khyam looks up at K'laarn, "Actually, I should be getting back myself. Thank you for the wonderful meal!"

Mikar eyes the basket wistfully. "Meatrolls, sweetcakes, rolls..." His stomach growls quietly.

Tr'bor waves to Khyam. "Let me know when you've got the earrings done."

J'ran waves.

Khyam nods, "I'll get to work on them." He grins and bolts after the Rider, grabing the flight jacket on the way.

Tr'bor turns to look at J'ran. "So, greenrider, when are you gonna make a trip to Southern again?"

J'ran smiles. "Oh, I don't know, when I have the time, I suppose."

Telinda grins, "I used to get that excuse from K'laarn all the time!" she remarks

Ephyra starts rummaging through the basket. "Hey, whatcha look so grumpy for?"

Tr'bor smirks at Telinda. "Then again, I might just have to explore Honshu a bit."

Telinda giggles at Tr'bor, "Did that too! Saw alot of the inside of one particular weyr!"

Tr'bor outright grins. "Y'know, I don't think I've ever been to Honshu."

Ephyra makes a face. "Awwwh, Tel, I didn't wanna hear about that!"

Mikar munches slowly on a purloined meatroll, his eyes beginning to droop a little.

Telinda smirks at Ephyra, "What, icky girl stuff?"

J'ran chuckles at Telinda. "Come visit, then, Tr'bor."

Ephyra nodnods emphatically.

Tr'bor grins. "Maybe I will, given the right incentive."

J'ran smirks at Telinda. "I'm jealous."

Telinda giggles, "Oh, you'll be there one day, then we can all go -- eww, Ira, don't talk about that!" She grins over at J'ran, "Jealous? Of me?"

J'ran nods.

Ephyra says "I'm not the one that talked about it, Tel!"

Telinda chuckles at J'ran, "Whyever for?!" she asks curiously, trying not to giggle at Ephyra, "Poor Ygrath!"

Ephyra says "What do you mean, poor Ygrath?"

Telinda grins, "She's all dainty and you, well, you're this tomboy! You on't still hide under tables do you?"

J'ran rolls his eyes. "Figure it out."

Ephyra gasps. "But it was /Haven/! Haven's /scary/!"

Tr'bor smirks. "Well, it's either because you have someone, or because you have a certain someone."

J'ran chuckles.

Telinda isn't always that quick. She starts thinking hard on this, "I live at Southern, K'laarn lives there, maybe K'laarn? Nah! Tr'bor? Maybe maybe!" Cogs works and whirl. Hrm. She blinks and looks back up at Ephyra, "Haven's not at all scary!" Well mostly!
J'ran shrugs. "No big deal."

Telinda giggles at J'ran, "You could always ask for a transfer!"

J'ran grins. "No, I'm happy where I am, thanks."

Tr'bor's eyes widen slightly above his grin at Telinda, but he doesn't say anything.

Telinda shakes her head, smiling, "No pleasing some" she remarks, unless he really is jealous of her personally, in which case..Eyes widen and she blinks a few times.

J'ran smirks at Tr'bor. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Ephyra says "Haven's scary after Pendrath loses a flight."

"I'd like what?" Tr'bor says, almost achieving an innocent tone. "You transferring to Southern?" Nodding, the young brownrider says, "Yes, I think I would."

Telinda smiles, "She's not that bad, Ephyra, J'mis is notably much worse."

Tr'bor shakes his head. "No, there's no thinking about it. Yes, I definitely would."

Ephyra says "I've never seen J'mis drunk. I /have/ seen Haven drunk."

Telinda grins, "J'mis is almost perptually drunk! He just gets exponentially worse after flights."

J'ran smiles. "Why thank you."

Tr'bor grins at J'ran. "Anytime, greenrider."

J'ran stands and stretches. "Well, I'd better be getting back."

Tr'bor looks up at the Honshu rider. "Are you sure?"

Telinda smiles, "Nice seeing you again J'ran" she calls out. "I think maybe I should be getting back as well."

J'ran says "Well, I could be persuaded otherwise..."

Tr'bor leers as well as one can leer in a lying position. "Oh?"

J'ran grins. "I think so."

Tr'bor rolls onto his back and puts his hands behind his head. "And just what would it take?"

Telinda pushes her way to her feet, hands pressing into the small of her back as she arches and stretches out tired muscles. She helps a few of the residents pack away the picnic basket and then gently wakes Ysanne, directing the blearily eyed girl to one of the dragons. Passing Tr'bor, with the picnic basket in her hands, she grins and tosses one of the blankets down to him, "Kinder on bare skin that the grass and dirt" she remarks before heading for Tiarnath.

Tr'bor flashes that devastating grin at Telinda. "Thanks."

Telinda chuckles, shaking her head as she buckles the basket and blankets to the straps.

Tiarnath croons lovingly, excited at another chance to fly with you. She lowers a Champagne and Pearl Gold foreleg and you scramble up nimbly.