Dyani comes down the steep path, her healer's satchel over one arm and a covered basket over the other. She sets the latter encumberance down and nods a greeting to the Weyrwoman. "G'evening, ma'am. How're you and Tiarnath tonight?"

Telinda smiles as she looks up, hand caressing down the gold foreleg almost absently, "I'd do better if you called me by my name, Dyani!" she replies.

In the northern sky, Xyth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Dyani gives a slight chuckle. "Sorry. Calling people that rank me sir or ma'am was drilled into my head from before I could walk. I'll try to remember to call you Telinda." Her nose wrinkles slightly at the unfamiliar usages of the Weyrwoman's name.

In the northern sky, Xyth flies toward towards the South.

In the northern sky, Muinyth flies toward beach of the Weyr Cove below.

Muinyth soars over from the sky above.

In the northern sky, Xyth soars to beach of the Weyr Cove below.

Xyth flies over from the sky above.

K'laarn walks over from the Coastal Path.

Telinda chuckles, "That's much better," she adds with a twinkle in her eye, lifting a hand to wave to the new arrivals.

Vira slides off of Xyth with practiced grace.

Shasta slides to the ground, giving Muinyth a parting caress and a tender smile.

Celia climbs down from Xyth's back with the help of riding straps and a proffered foreleg.

Sarai climbs down from Xyth's back with the help of riding straps and a proffered foreleg.

Willow climbs down from Xyth's back with the help of riding straps and a proffered foreleg.

Kalina climbs down from Xyth's back with the help of riding straps and a proffered foreleg.

Dyani gives Telinda a smile, then turns to watch the dragons land. Her Craftmaster gets a nod by way of greeting, and the apprentices get friendly waves.

Kalina dusts off her skirt and turns to thank the rider who brought her and her apprentices.

Kalina turns to smile at Telinda. "Healer's duties to Southern and her queens. Thank you for allowing us to be here tonight."

Muinyth watches his rider's rather awkward dismount with more concern than the brown usually allows to show, managing to assist her greatly with his foreleg's motion. "Oh, stop fussing love," Shasta clucks, giving him an appreciative thump. "Greetings, all," the Weyrsecond calls, adopting the traditional pose for someone in her state - one hand on her rather distended belly.

Telinda grins broadly as she turns to Kalina, heading over to the healer craftmaster, "Oh, it's entirely our pleasure, thank you for gracing us with the healer craft's presence, and our duties to your craft."

Kalina returns Telinda's smile, then gestures to her apprentices. "For those of you who haven't met Journeywoman Dyani, she is posted at Southern Weyr, and will be leading this class with Weyrwoman Telinda."

Sumi appears suddenly from the blood-chilling cold of -Between-.

Shadara climbs down from Saith's back with the help of a gracefully extended foreleg. Shadara looks back at Saith and smiles gently as the green dragon watches them with whirling eyes.

Dyani smiles at the Weyrsecond, then steps over to where the other healers are gathered. As her Craftmaster introduces her to the apprentices, Dyani gives them a warm smile. "Welcome to Southern Weyr. Hope you all brought something to take notes with, since you'll likely be dealing with the subject of tonight's discussion."

Shasta paces forwards into the general area of the gathering, Muinyth looming behind her like an extension of the cliffs beyond. Carefully, the brown settles into the sand, squirming just a little to ease a wallow for himself, providing as well a handy expanse of earthy hide for his rider to lean against. Doing so, Shasta tunes an ear towards the introductions and such.

Dyani gives the healer apprentices a last smile, then steps up onto to a nearby small boulder, using it for an impromptu platform. "Greetings, everyone. Tonight's discussion will be on diagnosing and treating threadscore in both humans and dragons." She waves a hand at various blankets spread out on the sand. "Our weyr staff has been so kind as to bring out blankets, so if you'd like to take a seat, we'll get started."

K'laarn sneaks in behind everyone else, and nearly trips down the stair to the beach. Glowering disgruntledly, he shifts through the others and sits somewhere not too far from either Telinda or the gathered people.

In the northern sky, Wysonth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

In the northern sky, Wysonth bugles southern as he circles, seeking a place to land.

Telinda smiles warmly out over the gathered people, sweeping a hand through her hair and off her face in the process. Taking a seat near the front, on one of the blankets, she lifts an attentive face to Dyani, tilting her head to one side as she listens.

Dyani clears her throat as the 'students' for the lecture find their seats, then begins the discussion, eyes flowing over the crowd to give the impression she's meeting everyone's eyes, "Threadscore is very easy to diagnose. The clothing a person is wearing will likely look like it's been both cut and burned if they've suffered from threadscoring, and they'll probably be in some degree of pain, depending on the severity of the scoring."

Kalina gratefully takes a blanket from a helpful member of the weyrstaff and spreads it out on the ground, seating herself comfortably upon it.

In the northern sky, Wysonth flies toward beach of the Weyr Cove below.

Wysonth flies over from the sky above.

E'niel and Wysonth land a ways down the beach, careful not to scatter the lecture with sand as they do.

Marila strides over from the Coastal Path.

"Also depending on the severity," Dyani continues, "threadscore wounds may either bleed profusely or ooze slowly. I'll cover the treatment of the latter first, as it's the easiest to deal with." She gives a small smile. "Please, if anyone has any questions while I'm talking, just hold up your hand and I'll acknowledge you."

Telinda smiles and nods as Dyani speaks, "Can I ask a question?"

E'niel lightly smooths Wysonth's neckridges before he slowly unstraps, sliding to land first on a foreleg, then on the ground.

Dyani nods down to the Weyrwoman. "Aye, ma'a... I mean Telinda."

Saphire strides over from the Coastal Path.

Telinda grins, "Alright. This may sound a little silly to you healer types, but if a threadscore burns, then how can it bleed? I know they do, from past experience, but why? Generally, in the past, when I burnt myself in the kitchen, it never bled."

E'niel leaves Wysonth with a pat, then hurries to the crowd, already late. The bronze could care less at the moment, for he spies the ocean, his one /other/ true love. Bounding, straps in-tow, he makes for the surf.

Shadara hrms, "Thread burns through skin, maybe, a simple burn in a kitchen doesn't go past the skin?" she murm]urs to Telinda

Saphire looks around and spots someone, heading in their direction as discretely as possible.

Dyani listens to the Weyrwoman's question carefully, then looks back over the crowd as she pitches her voice to carry easily, "The question was why does a threadscore bleed since it's somewhat like a burn. The reason is twofold - the first reason is because a threadscore is like a cut, or incision wound, on top of being a burn, and the second is that usually more than the first layer of skin is affected, unlike a typical burn you'd receive while cooking."

E'niel siddles up next to K'laarn, a face he recognizes in the crowd, and offers the Weyrleader a respectful salute and nod before turning to try and catch where the conversation has gotten to thus far.

Telinda grins at Dyani, and nods, "Figured as much, but just never got around to asking exactly why" she adds, smiling and bobbing her head towards Shadara as well.

Marila slips in quietly. She settles in the sand and wraps her arms about her knees.

Sarai waves to E'niel, her face lighting up as she recognizes a friendly face. Then quickly she pulls her hand down, lest she attract attention to herself.

Shasta listens intently to the lecture, her brows lifting at the answer given to Telinda's question. Nodding to herself, or perhaps to a silent comment by Muinyth, her eyes catch sight of Marila. Breifly, she offers a wave to her sister, before turning her attention back to the Healer.

Dyani gives a gentle chuckle at Telinda's comment, then continues with the lecture. "The first thing you'll want to do is flush the wound with plenty of cold water. This serves the dual purpose of both rinsing the 'scoring and of killing any thread that may remain alive, a major concern for groundcrews during a 'fall." Despite being a healer, she gives a slight shudder at this thought.

Telinda absently brushes at her leg, as if to get rid of something there, but her attention stays riveted on the healer journeywoman. As she says things, the Weyrwoman nods, here and there, committing things to memory.

E'niel chuckles low to himself as he sees Sarai's hand go down so quickly, and understanding, he sends her a smile and a nod of recognition. Turning his attention again to Dyani, his hands work of their own accord; digging deep into his satchel, the bronzerider pulls out a flask, which he uncorks and takes a rather healthy swig from. Corking it again, E'niel nudges K'laarn and offers it over without a word.

Marila wiggles her fingers to her sister. She pushes her fingers through her hair.

"The next thing to do is wash the scoring, and your own hands, with redwort solution," Dyani instructs in a clear voice. "This will help prevent any infection that might occur in the wound. After that, you should coat the wound liberally with numbweed. This will stop the bleeding in a minor 'scoring, but if the wound is major, additional steps will need to be taken, which I will go over in a moment." She pauses to see if there are any questions.

Sarai listens intently to Dyani, her brow creased slightly as if trying to ingest all this information.

Dyani pulls a large hide from the basket at her feet, unfolding it to reveal a diagram of an open wound and the two methods of making stitches. "If the wound is very deep or the edges gape, stitches will probably need to be made to keep the wound closed and prevent dirt from entering. This is a procedure that should only be done by a trained healer, as it is very easy to leave an ugly scar or even injure the patient worse."

K'laarn leans forward from where he's proped on a thick log-like piece of driftwood.

Telinda peers closer at that diagram, moving to one side afterwards so someone behind her can peek over her shoulder and see it too.

Shasta leans forwards somewhat, hands clasped beneath her bulging midsection, to see better the diagram.

Dyani points to the first picture of taking stitches, then to the second. "Because this is a healer-only procedure, I won't bore you all with details on how to stitch a wound closed. For all of you healer apprentices, I'm sure Craftmaster Kalina will be certain to schedule a suturing class in the next sevenday or so." She winks at the woman in question, then returns to the lecture, "With either threadscore - minor or major - you'll want to either leave the wound uncovered or only cover it lightly. This will promote healing, as will keeping the site moist. Not wet, mind you, but just spread numbweed or aloe salve over it occasionally while it's healing."

E'niel shrugs at K'laarn and uncorks the canister again as he squints to see the diagram. The way he tetters, it's quite obvious he had already been stealing drinks from his flask, long before he arrived. Possibly the reason they are late. Wysonth, soaked to the skin and leather of his straps, wallows in the ocean, pleased for any excuse to come to the beach.

Dyani lowers the diagram as she finishes her part of the lecture, smiling at the crowd. "Are there any final questions that concern healing threadscores in humans?"

K'laarn smiles over at E'niel long after the bronzerider sits by him -- somehow this action didn't come out when it should of. Then he gives E'niel a furrowed brow of concern and leans over to whisper, "What are you drinking?"

Kalina favoures her Journeywoman with a wry smile and a muttered comment about suture classes.

Telinda looks around at the gathered people expectantly, waiting for someone to ask a question.

Sarai raises her hand slightly.

Dyani spots Sarai's hand as she scans the crowd and nods to the young woman. "Yes?"

Sarai says "Approximately how long does it take for a wound like that to heal? It looks rather nasty..."

E'niel blinks over at K'laarn, then brightens with a intoxicated smile. Not terribly quiet, he says, "Whiskey... want some," as he pushes the flask at the Weyrleader.

K'laarn takes the flask and sniffs at its mouth. His nose wrinkles and he says "No thanks, and neither do you." His voice is firm as he keeps a strong grasp on the flask. He glances back at the lesson Dyani's giving.

"How long does it take a threadscore to heal?" Dyani repeats for those that might not have heard the question. "Recovery time depends on the severity, actually. A simple 'scoring that doesn't require stitches might heal completely in a bit less than a sevenday, while a major threadscore might require nearly a month, especially if there are complications such as a 'scored vein or an infection. Anyone else?" She looks around the group again.

Shasta opens her mouth, but defers to the young woman who raised her hand. From the way the brownrider settles back against Muinyth's support, they likely had the same questions.

E'niel sniffs, indignant as his flask it taken from him. With an exaggerated sigh, the bronzerider turns to watch the lesson, his hands clumsily twined in his lap.

K'laarn leans even closer to E'niel and says in a murmur "And I want to talk to you, E'niel, after this." He punctuates 'this' with a finger-jab in Dyani's direction.

Sarai nods, satisfied with that answer.

E'niel flicks a gaze at the Weyrleader, and nods in agreeance, settling deep into his seat with dejection.

Dyani waits for several moments, ready to address any other questions that people might have. Once it appears there won't be any hesitant hand-raisings, the journeywoman healer smiles at the crowd. "If there are no further questions, I'll turn this over to Weyrwoman Telinda for the dragonhealing portion of tonight's lecture." And with that, she steps down from her rock platform, giving a polite round of applause for the goldrider's entrance.

Shasta's dark greeneyes drift over towards the Weyrleader, though the conversation's beyond her hearing, there's often much to be read from body language. She doesn't keep watching for long, though, before she scans the gathering, and then returns her gaze to those leading the lecture.

Telinda stands up, brushing sand from her legs and turns to face the audience, tugging firmly on her tunic to bring it back into position. Smiling, she looks out, "Well, it's lovely to see a large turnout, but since you're all probably dying to get this over with, we'll go straight into the dragonhealing section." She pauses for a moment, tucking a lock of hair behind one ear, "I just want to emphasize a few things before we start. First off, dragonhealers undergo a long period of training, much as human healers do, and so attending this lecture will not qualify you. Another thing, and this one is really important, even if the injury on a dragon is not serious, ask the rider first! Why? A dragon" and she looks around the few gathered here, lingering momentarily on her own lifemate, who warbles in return, "is bigger than any of us, and won't be pleased if you just go ahead and treat them. Usually their riders can treat them, but there are odd occasions when you might be asked to help."

E'niel leans forward, his elbows planted on his knees as he listens intently, if a bit drunkenly, to Telinda's lecture.

Dyani settles herself in a spot near the other healers, then listens to Telinda with an interested expression on her face.

Shasta's hands slip from her belly, to the earthen hide behind her, as Muinyth ducks his head to whuffle at her.

Telinda grins, "So, first things first, ask permission of the rider if you may treat their dragon. Don't be dispondent if they say no, go and see if someone else needs the attention, or would the rider like you to leave some numbweed with them." She looks over towards the back, tilting her chin upwards a little, "However, if you're going to treat a dragon, make sure your hands are clean. Wash them in redwort, and then coat then in oil. Why oil? Because you're going to be slathering Faranth knows how much numbweed over a dragon, as compared to a human, and your hands will go numb if you don't have oil on them, this I will guarantee."

You say "Now, when the numbweed is on the dragon, they may need convicing that it's actually going to work. This is because the hide of a dragon is that much thicker" and she pinches her own skin, "than ours. If the injury is very serious, and the dragon and rider are in alot of pain, then you will have to ask a gold dragon to help. All dragons will obey a gold, and this is very useful in times of emergencies when you can use them to -ease- the pain and stop them from moving around alot."

Dyani raises a brow at this bit of information, then nods, likely making a mental note or two. A small wave of her hand chases a vtol away from her face, but isn't enough to draw attention away from the lecture nor signal to Telinda that she might have a question.

Shadara hmmms and nods as she listens quietly to the lecture, head tilted a bit to the side.

E'niel shifts back into his chair, his ears perked toward the lecture, and with each new bit of information how brows raise, then fall again once it is committed to memory. For those that sit around him, he smells, not only of whiskey, but of a lacking of bathing.

Telinda grins, "Now again, this part is a little different to humans" and she glances over to the healers, nodding to them with a smile. "Dragon threadscores do not need dousing with water. This is because in order to get here they will come through *between*. The intense cold of this will cause the thread to shrivel and die. However, in the odd few cases when you need to drown the thread on a dragon, try and get them into a lake, or near one, or you'll be carting more buckets of water than you'd care to imagine."

Dyani nods back to the Weyrwoman, then chuckles, the mental image of tossing bucket after bucket full of water on a threadscored dragon probably rather humorous to her, despite the topic's seriousness.

K'laarn listens seriously then glances at E'niel, gaze stern to let the other bronzerider know he hasn't forgotten.

E'niel shrinks under that gaze, as all riders should. A faint smile flickers across his face, but fades just as quick as he turns to Telinda, trying to forget the presence at his side.

Shadara wrinkles her nose a bit at the smell and she shifts so that she doesn't get another whiff of the stench rolling off the man near her.

Telinda continues with nary a pause in her recitation, "Wounds may need cleansing with water and redwort if they are dirty, and in most cases this is a good precautionary method. Don't delay getting the numbweed on the injury though, you can always clean later. As our hands are protected by oil, so to can you wipe away the numbweed from an injury with oil soaked pads. In most cases that you'll be treating, this is enough. Clean it and slather it with numbweed, then leave it to heal. For other more serious cases, as with humans, you may need to stitch the wound closed. In dragons though, it tends to become a feat of grand proportions. A small score on a human may have deflected onto their dragon causing an injury of well, more than a meter. This may have even severed veins, in which case suturing of the veins will need to be completed -before- the wound is closed."

E'niel blanches at the last bit of Telinda's talk.

Shasta listens intently, if a little uneasily. Dragons getting threadscored is never a favourite topic of riders - except those few who specialize in dragonhealing, perhaps.

Shadara ahhhs and nods again as she listens, "Sounds interesting."

Telinda brushes her hair from her face with her fingers, combing it back into position despite the light pull of the breeze that denies her everytime she tries to keep it groomed. "Wing scores are even more serious on a dragon, and can result in several hours of work to a dragonhealer, whilst they try to support the remaining wing with fabric and reeds. However, hopefully you won't see any or many of these. " She smiles, trying to lighten the conversation a little, "Finally, the last piece of advice is to make sure the dragon, whereever they are being placed for convalescence, has enough water. When they bleed, which in a dragon is green and called ichor" she grins, "also smells a little metallic too, they loose water, and when resting after an injury they often seem to forget they haven't drunk anything in days. If a hide appears grey, at all, in any circumstances, the dragon is unhealthy and a dragonhealer should be called in." She wrinkles her nose as she finishes, "I -think- that about covers it all. Are there any questions?"

E'niel seems to be contemplating if he has questions or not, then promptly forgets what he is contemplating. The last drink has finally hit him. Licking his lips, the bronzerider glances over to K'laarn and the flask... mostly the flask.

Dyani frowns slightly as she digests all this new information on dragonhealing. She's seen a lot of it done before, but never really paid attention to all the intricate steps, some similar to treating a human and some massively different.

Telinda chuckles, "Did I stun everyone into silence?" she teases lightly.

Raven giggles quietly.

Telinda grins over at Raven, "Well, that's something I guess, a giggle to my question" she adds with a wink.

Raven blushes, "I'm just listening, Telinda. You're doing a lovely job." she manages to say quietly.

Shasta raises her hand, tentatively. "WEyrwoman?" She calls, to draw attention to herself.

Sarai looks more than a little lost. "Shells, I'm glad I'm only studying to be a healer to humans," she mutters to Willow.

Willow looks at Sarai and nods as she speaks softly, "Me too. I didn't know how complicated dragon healing was."

Shasta clears her throat, raising her voice to address everyone. "I was just wondering, and I appologise if I missed this..." A glance goes to her stomach - perhaps a hefty kick distracted her. "But, how long should a healthy dragon take to heal? I mean, it'll depend on the score, but say, the average score taken in Fall?"

Telinda nods, gesturing to Shasta, "I'll answer that one if you call me by my name!" she comments, "Ever since I got a new knot, everyone wants to call me fancy names!"

Telinda nods, "Like, say, a minor score you'd treat yourself? Well, that's a day or two, something a little deeper would be a sevenday, and so forth. A complicated wing injury could take up to six months to heal and then still not be completely alright."

Shasta chuckles, and corrects herself. "Sorry, Telinda." She calls, with a quirk of a grin. Perhaps she's resisting comming up with an even more flowery address.

You say "Did that answer your question, Shasta?"

Shasta nods, returning to leaning against Muinyth. "Yes, thank you." A look goes around the gathering, as if in defence of herself. "Was just wondering, is all. Muinyth's yet to get more than a touch here and there. And besides that, the bad cases seem to have the Word of the Healers just come down..." Realizing she's rambling, the young woman ceases, abruptly.

Telinda chuckles, "Well, G'lor's Riaharth will never fly again properly, but otherwise we get a fairly good success rate."

E'niel leaves off mournfully staring at his flask to look at Shasta, his gaze drawn by her voice.

Telinda smiles, "Well, if there are no more questions, we've prepared a small feast in the Weyrhall if anyone would like to join us."

Sarai winks at Willow. "Now -there's- an idea..."

E'niel pulls himself quickly out of his seat, and wisks himself toward the Weyrhall, and away from the Weyrleader. Avoidance is the key. Wysonth remains floating in the water, his straps plainly ruined.

Willow grins at Sarai, "I think so too."

Sarai stands, brushing the sand from her striped skirt. With a shy smile in E'niel's direction she waits for her companion to rise as well.

K'laarn eyes E'niel and finally stands, still holding the flask he took, or rather, didn't return to the other bronzerider. "E'niel, I think we should leave everyone else to their discussions. You and I can go off for a private little talk, eh?"

Willow stands up and straightens her dress. She looks at Sarai and smiles, "Well should we go then?"

Telinda wrinkles her nose, taking a step towards Wysonth. "Tia, love, keep an eye on Wysonth for me please, and ask him if he'd like his straps removing so he can enjoy the ocean more."

Down the beach, E'niel stops, his body going slack as he sighs. Not moving toward, or away from the Weyrleader, he remains, allowing K'laarn to come to him if he wants to scold him so.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Wysonth with << My rider wishes to know if you want your straps removing to enjoy the water better? >>

From the water arrives Wysonth, his obvious answer to Tiarnath as he lowers near the Weyrwoman. The straps dangle, mangled by the salty surf, down his wet hide.

Dragon> Wysonth bespoke Tiarnath with << Thank you, please. >>

Telinda glances down at her clothes and mumbles to herself about them never being the same again, but lifts a hand, deftly undoing the buckles to Wysonth's straps, and looping them over her shoulder, "There you go, Wysonth, go have some fun without their incumberance, we'll look after your rider for you."

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Wysonth hesitates only a moment before adding << Don't be too hard on him, he has been a mess for awhile. Before, he was a very good man, he just needs ... >> The bronze leaves off there, obviously unsure what his lifemate needs to become normal again.

K'laarn heads toward E'niel, heading away from the rest of the gathering to join with the bronzerider. "Can't forget our talk."

Shasta's not oblivious to the scenario between the Weyrleader and the visiting Honshu rider, but she doesn't intrude. Instead, she pushes herself off from Muinyth's support, and heads for her sister. "And how's Breidith?" She asks, the moment she's within speaking distance. "You're both well?"

Tiarnath> Wysonth senses that Tiarnath croons softly, sending warm thoughts your way, << We'd never be hard on him, unless he did something stupid. He's been this way for a long time you say? >>

Wysonth gently nudges the Weyrwoman, then heads back to the water, his exuberance lost as he glances over toward E'niel, the whirling eyes tinted with worry.

E'niel stands his shakey ground, nodding to K'laarn as he approaches.

Kalina stands with a round of applause for the healer and Weyrwoman. "Thank you, Dyani and Telinda, for taking the time to share your knowledge with us."

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Wysonth soaks up the croon, delighting in the softness of it for a moment before her replies << A long time. I thought his giving away his job would fix him, but I think he was far too gone already by then. >>

Telinda grins at Kalina, "Oh, Craftmaster, you're very welcome. Any time we can be of service to you" she says, hoisting Wysonth's straps higher on her shoulder, "please, do ask."

K'laarn finally joins E'niel and with a free hand starts to direct him further away so that their words might not reach the rest of the group. Then he begins, his voice low and firm.

Marila nods to Shasta, "Oh we're fine. She's been quite happy with her lot these days. She would like to see Muinyth more often.." She pushes a curl behind her eyes.

Tiarnath> Wysonth senses that Tiarnath rumbles deep and low, like the earth moving below a mountain << We'll see if we can 'fix' him, Wysonth, but I think you should refuse to fly him back home for now. He really shouldn't fly in this condition. >>

E'niel listens, though his gaze wanders the beach and waters, pausing momentarily on his lifemate watching from the shallows.

K'laarn waves the flask in his hand around widly and says, He mutters to E'niel, "... the... Is... Do... need... Why... why did... between drunk?" He asks angrily.

Kalina approaches the rider who brought her and her apprentices to this place. One hand on the blue dragon, she turns to her apprentices. "Do feel free to partake of Southern Weyr's hospitality. I must return, but please don't let that cut your merrymaking short." With the ease of practice, she hoists herself to the blue's back and is off.

Shasta trains her eyes upon her sister, though it's hard; K'laarn's gesturing catches her peripheral vision. "Muinyth tells me much the same," She addresses Marila, determined not to even try to evesdrop. "About wishing to see more of Breidith. Just do let me know when she starts acting odd, hmm? I'll find some excuse to be far off in the jungle, or peg Muinyth to the ground by his straps."

E'niel frowns, but more at being cornered, then at what is being said to him. Finally he responds, He mutters to K'laarn. but his wobble depicts another story as he goes on, "If I was drunk, I'd be laying in a puddle of vomit." Shifting from foot to foot, which causes him to wobble even more, the bronzerider says, "I apologize, but I thought I was supposed to be here, so I came. I'll be on my way if my presence is a problem." Hic.

K'laarn starts shaking his head, cautioning the bronzerider to lower his voice with a curt hand. He mutters to E'niel, "... not.... I..." He holds up three fingers.

E'niel chuckles, not realizing the game is rather serious. Grabbing ahold of the fingers, he counts... He mutters to K'laarn, "... two... Three... me... else?... wrinkles... face... You really... frown... makes..." He stumbles a step as he lets go of the fingers, but his grin is blissfully wide, as his eyes dazzle with drunkeness.

Marila nods to SHasta, "I will I will. But I hope I even notice."

Willow strides over to the Coastal Path.

Wysonth makes his way up the shallows until he is near his lifemate, but not close enough to be touched, or used as a brace to hold the bronzerider up. Warbling, he attempts to relay the seriousness of the moment to E'niel.

K'laarn snorts in disgust and gently pushes E'niel away from him. "Come with me." He commands as he reaches out to grip the bronzerider's arm.

Shadara frowns a bit and she hrms as she watches E'niel and Wysonth with concern

Marila flicks her gaze at K'laarn and E'niel, "Shasta.." She leans towards her sister, "What's going on?"

E'niel allows himself to be led, but as he walks he babbles, "Do you have any good whiskey? All I found before I left was some really weak stuff that Aeriel had hidden." Glancing back at Wysonth, he calls, his words slurring with the attempt to speak loud, "Werth goin ta stay da night! They've invited... come on!" Wysonth ambles along behind the pair of bronzeriders, quietly pale.

Shasta glances, with a slight frown, towards the low voices comming from E'niel and K'laarn, but quickly returns her attention to Marila. "Well, someone'll let you know. Shells, Muinyth might even tell me. That's when I resort to physically restraining him with thick ropes around trees." She gives a wink, perhaps forcing some humour. Lowering her voice, the young Weyrsecond answers, with a slight shake of her head. "I'm not sure, hon. Looks like he's had too much to drink, but I'm not sure what else."

K'laarn shakes his head, "No, we're going to sober you up." He starts leading E'niel into the surf, "Maybe this cold water here will help clear your senses." And maybe a little humilation might help.

In the northern sky, Saith flies over from the Ocean Weyrs.

In the northern sky, Saith soars to beach of the Weyr Cove below.

Saith flies over from the sky above.

Humiliation, indeed, as more than one head turns to watch the bronzeriders head into the cold waters of the cove. Even above the surf and wind, murmurs of speculation might be heard.

E'niel blinks at the Weyrleader, and comes to a screeching halt. "Oh, no, I don't really want to swim. It's... well, cold, ya know?" Starting to take small steps backwards, he murmurs, "Thanks anyways. I'll... " He bumps into Wysonth who is standing behind him.

Saith comes winging in and she settles her sun touched form down beside Wysonth, crooning gently and softly, the sound soft and sweet as she nuzzles the bronze gently and encouragingly.

K'laarn doesn't halt his attempts to dunk the drunken bronzerider. "Thats the point." He insists in a growling voice. "The chill and the wet of it. Otherwise, it won't work."

Dragon> Saith bespoke Tiarnath with << He is very upset and concerned about his lifemate. So concerned he can't even form words. Something is very wrong with this, why does his lifemate cause him such worry? >>

With a nudge from Wysonth, E'niel is sent sprawling into the chilling waters just as a wave comes rolling in, which splashes over the bronzerider. Once he appears again, he's sputtering, eyes wide and burning with salty water. "Hey!" he protests, and attempts to get up.

Raven has disconnected.

Marila glances over her sister, "How are you feeling?"

K'laarn lets loose of E'niel when the bronzerider falls into the water. He doesn't stray far of course -- within perfect range for a rescue if needed.

A tail twines about E'niel's waist, and pulls him upright before the next wave rolls in. Indignant, he stands there glaring at the dragon, then Weyrleader in turn. "That wasn't funny... "

Shadara snorts a bit, "Neither was betweening drunk and scaring your lifemate. I'd expect that of a Weyrling, but not a fully graduated rider." she says as she moves up to beside Saith and Wysonth, hand resting on her green's muzzle, "Look at your lifemate Bronzerider E'niel, look at the color of his hide."

E'niel can't really see the color of his lifemate's hide through the glare of his red eyes, but he does pause for a moment in his anger to look at him. Nose twitching, he reverts his gaze to Shadara, then K'laarn, and once again back to his lifemate. Stepping toward Wysonth, he mutters, "Alright, I get the point, and after my chilly bath I'm sober. I'm going home." Tone firm, he reaches up to grab ahold of straps that aren't there.

K'laarn replies, "It wasn't ment to be E'niel." He stands implacably. "I'm concerned E'niel."

Shadara shakes her head, "I don't think the leaders here, or the healers will allow that. I'd say you've proven that your judgement is still in question, especially if you're thinking of betweening in sopping wet clothes. You aren't thinking clearly." she says before looking at K'laarn, since he is the Weyrleader, "What do you think Weyrleader?"

K'laarn shakes his head and says "Not until we've had a talk e'niel. I can't in good sense, let you go without that."

E'niel frowns at K'laarn now, his hands planting on his hips, "I thought we already had a talk?" Still wobbly, his words are a bit clearer. Wysonth lets go with his tail, and the bronzerider nearly falls back into the water, but rights himself just in time.

K'laarn shakes his head, "No. I want to know what brought this on. " He says firmly, stressing his need to know. "Is this a common thing, or first time? From the looks of you. It can't be that."

K'laarn looks around then and says with a scowl. "We should go where there's not as many people." It seems he's determined that E'niel's lesson in humility is over.

E'niel sighs, growing more tired by the moment. "Yea, lets go... Can I have a blanket too?" he pleads, starting to shiver, though less from cold then from humilation.

K'laarn nods and says "I think I have some." He starts off, walking beside E'niel and gesturing. "This way."

K'laarn strides over to the Coastal Path.

E'niel walks toward the Coastal Path.

Wysonth watches as E'niel follows closely behind K'laarn, then turns to the dragon at his side and warbles.

Saith warbles back, nudging the bronze again gently as her rider takes off her own straps.

Shadara reaches high to release the buckles on Saith's flight straps, then braces herself firmly as the straps slide down and land in her outstretched arms.

Wysonth trudges out of the water and settles on the beach, his nose pointed in the direction his lifemate disappeared.

Saith settles down with a soft sigh, watching the bronze with eyes that whirl with the tinge of concern.

Tiarnath isn't watching with concern, she's watching more with the eyes of a wherry, a wherry watching a newly clutched set of firelizards. However, over all, a low croon emanates deep within her chest, a reassuring note to the watchful glare.

Wysonth ignores all, and well, this is a large thing for a bronze that generally lives to bask in the glory of females, green /or/ gold. After a time, his tail begins to twitch, the first sign of relaxtion since he had arrived.