Temari grins back, then nods, "It isn't that much longer, seems to get closer every day." She then looks at him curiously, "Did you say Kinoa actually did that after her graduation?"

Auralia looks tired. And slightly cross, too. But then, you can't expect much more. Not with K'tor as your next highest person. Or something like that. She steps towards the serving table, and it is from there that she notices Temari and T'las. Her eyes narrow. She just watches.

T'las ehs shrugging his shoulders, Auralia not noticed yet. "I don't know, but I know she, got around," he says, thinking of a polite way to put it. "She's nice enough not to have told me her schedule," he adds with a wink.

Auralia looks just about ready to butt into that conversation, no doubt with some dry comment, but she has the sense (or something similar) not to. Her hands hover by the klah pot, not quite ready to move.

Temari giggles, "I remember her making a bet with Joslyn that they wouldn't sleep with anyone for a half turn or so, can't remember who lost the bet though, just remember I felt sorry for poor F'loran."

Auralia really has to say something here. Really, really, really. "Actually, it was just Kinoa. And it was before F'loran." Oh dear. She did it. Sigh.

T'las grins, then frowns and turns around. "Wingleaders supposed to eavesdrop?" he asks pointedly.

Alianne strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Auralia shrugs her shoulders, "I wouldn't have a clue. I'm not a Wingleader, am I now?" There's a pause, "Unless Kat's being worse than ever."

Temari just smiles at Auralia, new source of information, "Really? I was sure it was Joslyn too."

T'las shrugs his shoulders. Then shakes his head at Temari. "No, just Kinoa, she's right, I remember now..."

Alianne walks in slowly, quietly even, sending a glance around the weyrhall, to gauge who's here, of course. She's headed straight towards, what else, the klah. Only she's not getting klah this time. She's getting juice.

Auralia manages to pour herself klah this time, nodding sweetly to Alianne. Back at Temari, she shrugs. "I think it was just Kinoa. Then again, I had to leave just before it was all getting interesting. Unfortunately. It was my idea," she adds, proudly. She smiles at T'las, just ever so slightly high and mighty. See, he can't get the better of her!

Temari grins at Auralia, "Your idea? It /was/ funny. She lost though didn't she, after that, um, card game with K'tor?"

Alianne catches Auralia's nod and belatedly returns it, then receeding to the other side of the serving tables. Going aloof again, of course.

T'las shrugs and chooses to more or less ignore Ali for now. He grimaces at the mention of K'tor though. "Eh, yeah, she did. She said so, in not so many words..."

Auralia moves over, looking like she's in a much better mood, or something. Oh, and full of sweet little smiles. "I dunno. No one knows for sure, as far as I know. But yeah, it was poker, if it was. With K'tor." She sits, klah in hand.

Auralia adds, belatedly, "My idea, yes. I was rather proud of it."

Temari nods, "I saw. Though I could probably have done without seeing, my bad luck to walk in here just as Kinoa had finished winning all K'tor's clothes from him."

Auralia raises a brow. Such a good mood! "Bad luck? K'tor's pretty darn hot, really. In my opinion."

T'las snorts, shaking his head. "For you two maybe..."

Temari shakes her head, "Maybe, it's still a bit of a shock when all you're looking for is klah to suddenly find two mostly naked riders in the hall."

Auralia turns her mug in her hands, glancing at T'las. "Oh? You don't like K'tor, do you?" She knows nothing. Honest. Well, maybe not. "Or did you have something to do with weyrling kissing?" She turns back, nodding at Temari, "I can see that. Quite surprising."

T'las sits there trying not to get a mental image.

T'las looks up at Auralia. A very eloquent "Huh?" is issued.

Temari also looks at Auralia, "What did K'tor have to do with that?"

It does have a rather...interesting sound to it, doesn't it? Auralia hadn't realized that, but by the look on her face, she has now. "Oh, shh. He didn't -really- kiss the weyrlings. But the weyrlings kissed, didn't they?" She pauses, and then dives further, "He's upset. Raging. Blowing steam. You know."

T'las still looks mightily confused. "Who are you talking about?"