You carefully walk down the steps toward L'mir's Cottage.

L'mir is standing at the window, leaning against the wall, holding a wineglass and speaking with Br'den. Something about his son, was the last tidbit of conversation he offered.

Br'den's in a chair, not facing the door. "Mirisa's t' ride gold, then?" he suggests with a quirk to his lips. "What if the lad wants t' craft instead?"

Auralia doesn't exactly look happy: she's all rugged up, sweating profusely, and her scowl is hardly delightful. Bursting through the doorway, she pauses momentarily, a swift: "Weyrsecond, Weyrleader. I can see your conversation has a distinctly useful tone to it."

Br'den looks over, surprised at the door's opening, and gets to his feet. "Weyrsecond," he echoes, glancing back at L'mir.

L'mir was just about to answer Br'den with a chuckle. "Of course. With a Ma like Jelisa? She'd be no other! And him? He's bronze right through his veins. Why if you saw him.." Aha. His smile fades, as do his words. "You're ready to leave?" he asks, not voicing the last part of 'soon I hope'?

Auralia gives a meaningful look to her attire--and doesn't she look happy about it. "Ready to commence my exile? Of course, L'mir; I've no hesitation about leaving." Her eyes rest calmly, just to contrast the annoyance evident within her face, upon a nearby wall. Nice knife.

"With a Ma like Jelisa, she'd make a sharding good healer," Br'den says, lifting his wineglass to take another tiny sip, but staying out of the way.

L'mir corrects, "Goldrider.", to Br'den, but his eyes are on his WeyrSecond. Boring through might be a better term. "This is no exile. I'll be expecting a full report from you as to what you've learned from Honshu." In triplicate probably, just to be stubborn. "It seems there has been some dragon talk that I expect you will have Iesath correct, regarding pepper." Br'den is given a sidelong look, that wood sliver bobbing as he speaks.

Br'den volunteers, "He's already started t' pick my brain. Be easy on G'arik..." He searches for the best words to describe the situation, finally deciding on a bland, "He's young."

Auralia makes a stiff nod towards Br'den, "Youth is no excuse, but I'll--do my best." Towards L'mir: "Perhaps exiles retain different definitions with different people?" she suggests, all sweetness and light. "Of course, Weyrleader, would *I* give you anything less?" She pauses, stiffling a smile; "Iesath has a mind of her own, but I assure you, all that was repeated was begun for one reason: you said it, not I."

L'mir opens his mouth to reply to Auralia, but it snaps shut quickly. The hint of red that's creeping up his neck might tell something of what's going on inside him right now. After a tense silence, he motions to the hide on the small table. "Br'den has already given me useful ideas on what to do when we encounter updrafts." The nyanya is unspoken, then a hasty, "I said peppery tongue, not pepper." is snapped.

Br'den takes no part in this neenering; he's an innocent bystander, see? To prove it he takes a third sip of wine. To the casual eye it looks like he's hardly touched the stuff.

"It all," notes Aura, "comes down to the same thing; pepper and peppery are similar, and have a very similar meaning. However, if it distresses you," she adds, with cool nonchalance, "I'll see what I can do." She turns her head towards Br'den, "Already helpful, then? Be careful, or he'll strand you here forever."

Br'den says "Dryth wouldn't mind it," still choosing his words carefully, "But I'm not used t' your heat." Either inside or outside. "G'arik said a month, and I'm holding him t' his word."

L'mir turns to the side, rolling on his shoulder to look out the window, Honshu-ward. The sliver is removed to tap against the windowpane. "Quite a way off, Honshu is. Gives a person time to think about herself, doesn't it? Anyway," he turns toward the pair before him, "One month. That's what you have." Does he sound sad? Hard to say.

Auralia regards L'mir and his statements without interest, stiffling a yawn with two fingers across her mouth. "A month it is," she says, quite charmingly, "Does one need to think about oneself? If you're attempting to be subtle, L'mir, it's not working."

A flicker of something crosses the brownrider's face - irritation, perhaps? In any case, it's here and gone quickly as it came, so unless someone was watching his face, it's likely missed. "You want me for anything else Weyrleader?" he instead asks L'mir, smoothly turning toward the other man and giving Auralia his back. "If not, I'll take a look at that hide."

L'mir was glowering at his Second, well, the Southern Second, but is distracted by Br'den's words. He turns to the Honshuite, clearly pleased. "Oh. Yes, do look at it and get back to me with your recommendations, Br'den. I'm looking forward to it." His smile widens as he replies, then fades as he turns back to Aura. "I'll go there with you. It's been too long since I've seen my daughter." Or maybe he just wants to make sure his Second is gone. "Shall we go now? Or do you have more to prepare, Auralia?"

Auralia didn't just send Br'den a pleeding glance, did she? Oh, Faranth, she wouldn't have. It's not in character. Nonetheless, the greenrider stiffens, angling her head towards L'mir shortly. "As you wish, L'mir. I'm ready when you are."

Br'den nods at L'mir and crosses the target zone in one step, scooping the hide up in one hand. "I'll... just take this with me." He gestures with the wine glass, so it's unclear which he's talking about. He turns for the door, considers the greenrider. "Dress warm," he finally says. "It's chilly here, but it's sharding cold there. Hope you do well."

L'mir steps toward the doorway, as he passes Auralia, his shoulder catches hers in a roughhousing motion, perhaps enough to cause a shift in her balance. There's no apology, just a look to the two Seconds that shows little emotion. "She will." he answers for his Second, then he leaves the room, heading up the stone steps.

Auralia, stiffly, gives Br'den a short nod; "I shall keep that in mind. Thank you." L'mir's shoulder causes a shift enough: she makes as if to topple, then straightens herself with a hastily grasped wall. Scowling, she moves to follow--if looks could kill...

And this, kits, cats, sacks and wives, is why Br'den is leaving the weyr /last/, thankyouverymuch.

L'mir carefully begins the short climb upward to Brielth's wallow on the stone steps.

You step lightly along the roughly edged steps upward to Brielth's wallow.

L'mir walks toward the clearing, leading to the landing field, at a brisk clip. He's anxious? It may seem so.

*L'mir's* anxious? Aura hurries to keep up, perhaps more murderous than anxious.

L'mir walks out into the Clearing.

You walk out into the Clearing.

You walk over to the Landing Field.

Iesath lumbers over from the lush Lakeside Meadow.

Dragon> Iesath senses that Brielth warbles, a saddened tone to his mindvoice. << He is ridiculous. He doesn't show that he cares. >>

Iesath> Brielth senses that Iesath's usual warmth is lessened; cool chill resonating beneath. << He is a man; you're like that. >> She adds, almost rueful, << She won't admit she's sorry, or that she likes him, really. >>

L'mir pauses, face flushed, but not from any effort of getting here. Brielth is found quickly, the Weyrleader mounting as if he were sending the wings to fight Thread. "Coming?" he calls down, voice sharp and edged.

Iesath lumbers across the field, bearing the weight of two medium sized packs--nothing too heavy. Auralia reaches the green's side, scowling, "I'm coming, L'mir, there's no need to rush me. What if I've forgotten something?" She's stalling for time--minx.

Dragon> Iesath senses that Brielth's mindvoice wraps around yours, shimmering tones of red and bronze. << /I/ am like that? >>

L'mir reaches up to take a firm grasp on Brielth's riding straps, and swings up into the seat between his neckridges with the help of his foreleg.

Iesath> Brielth senses that Iesath nudges towards you, red and bronze swirling away from their task momentarily; << All of you, >> she announces, prettily.

You sense Iesath's delight as you come near, using her straps and helpful forelimb to swing upwards to her moss-patterned neckridges. Your right hand runs down her soft hide, exulting in her nearness, as she warbles softly to you.

+*> From Brielth's bronze back, L'mir adjusts his straps, once, twice, three times, as if he'd forgotten how. "Forgotten something? You?" he calls over, finally getting them buckled to reach for his gloves. "Hardly something you're noted for."

"So I do have a good side, as well as a bad?" Auralia half scoffs at this, buckling herself in calmly: "Or do you view that as another negative? If we're going, let's go."

+*> From Brielth's bronze back, L'mir tugs his gloves on, yanking his helmit over his head with more force than is necessary. "Some good." he admits, but his words are drowned in the Southern air as Brielth hunkers down then springs upward.

Auralia rolls her eyes, final preperations made, before Iesath springs for the skies.

You fly toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

+*> Brielth soars over from the Landing Field at Southern Weyr.

+*> Brielth disappears into Between.

+*> Iesath disappears into Between.

You suddenly emerge...

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

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Brielth warbles to the Honshu dragons, his Southern tones sending greetings to the weyr.

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Iesath, hesitant, annoyed, but warm, echoes Brielth's greetings. << Pepper arrives! >>

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Tarilyth rumbles back, << Who is Pepper? Hello. >>

+*> Tarilyth flies over from the sky over the center of Honshu Weyr.

Dragon> Seareth bespoke Honshu Weyr with << Pepper? Isn't that what my rider puts on her food? >>

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Iesath's moonlit traceries indicate her rider: Auralia, looking murderous. << Pepper. And myself, of course. >>

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Moriweth's light tones echo like the wind across gitar strings, <<Pepper?>> She catches the other dragons questions and instead asks, <<Who is salt?>>

Dragon> Tarilyth bespoke Honshu Weyr with << It must be the bronze's rider. Salt? >>

+*> Brielth circles the Honshu skies, slowly descending toward the terrace as Tarilyth passes, intent on warbling to all he sees.

+*> Iesath doesn't warble nearly so much--she's in a Mood, which happens, but it isn't a good one. She makes a hurtling dive towards the terrace, leveling out to make a smooth landing.

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Brielth croons softly, warmly. << We bring you a peppery tongue! You will see! >>

Dragon> Tarilyth bespoke Honshu Weyr with << images a long dragon-y tongue, asks with apparently artless innocence, << Did the rest of the human get left behind? >> >>

You fly toward the southern skies.

Dragon> Seareth bespoke Honshu Weyr with << Peppery tongue? Did she eat too much pepper? >>

You soar to the wide southern meadow below.

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Iesath snorts. << As I said, pepper. >> She's not going to detail, not in this mood.

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Brielth snorts back. << Iesath will be staying with you. For a while. Maybe a long while? >> He's not helping at all, is he?

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Iesath adds, << Because Brielth's is intolerant. >> Hiss, hiss.

+*> Brielth croons to the dragons nearby, landing next to them. His wings fold as his great bronze head peers about the area.

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Moriweth pauses, <<Can we have Dryth back?>> She pleads quietly.

+*> L'mir swings his leg over Brielth's neck then slides down the bronze's side, pausing to give him an affectionate pat.

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Tarilyth notes disappointedly, << She is green. >>

+*> Tarilyth raises her head, inspecting the handsome bronze.

+*> L'mir dusts himself off then shivers slightly. Must be from the *between*. He nods respectfully to the dragons gathered here, then turns to Iesath. "Need help with those bags?", he asks, not seeming like he really means it.

+*> Iesath comes to a quick landing, wings flaring about her before she sinks into a landed position upon the snow. "No, I'll be fine," assures Aura coldly, as she moves to follow L'mir, slinging bags about her.

Your hand once again traces Iesath's smooth neckridges, as you slip down her side, guiding yourself with her straps and forelimb. Below, you touch her again, her soft whuff filled with adoration towards you.

Moriweth rumbles a greeting to the Southern green, shaking some snow off her misty green wings

L'mir shrugs, "Suit yourself." he counters, then heads toward the Terrace, walking at a brisk pace. Not too obvious, is he?

Trinath rumbles a greeting to both bronze and green.

Entirely too obvious. Aura, attempting to handle both bags--luckily, neither is very big, attempts to shuffle after him, shivering. "I hope Southern is going to pay up for the clothes I'm going to need," she notes, breathing out misty air. "Faranth's headknobs, it's cold."

L'mir walks toward the terrace.

Roketh extends his wings for a quick while, trying to keep them dry from the falling snow. He rumbles though to the visiting dragons.

You walk over to the terrace.

L'mir walks toward the main entrance hall of Honshu Weyr.

Iesath> Iesath, alas, isn't visiting--but warbles sharply all the same.

You walk toward the main entrance hall of Honshu Weyr.

L'mir strides over to the archway leading to the main hall.

You walk toward the archway leading to the main hall.

Kiara snorts, "By you, perhaps," Most of the people in here are sitting around a single table in the room, various drinks scattered out it. In Kiara's arms is nestled a small little and quite a few of the other greenriders have bumps. She glances about to the entrants, "Honshu's duties to Southern and her Queens," she calls.

The windows high above rattle in their frames as the wind pounds against them.

L'mir walks in, before Auralia who's loaded down with her bags, dusting snow from his shoulders. He gives a wave and smile to those in the room, adding his greeting. "Southern Weyr's duties to Honshu and her Queens?"

Shava shrugs then quickly rolls her eyes where Kiara can't see, greenriders. "I don't know why he wants to, but maybe it is good, a change of how things are done." The bluerider looks up to see the visitors enter. "Honshu's duties to Southern and her queens, Weyrleader."

Anja glances over and smiles, "L'mir! Auralia!" and with all seriousness says, "Honshu's duties to Southern and her Greens!"

Sioneva walks over to the klah table, bump and all. "Can I I get anyone anything?"

Steila waves, "Honshu's duties and welcome, some hot klah to warm up with?" she offers.

Auralia lags somewhat; her bags, while not huge, are certainly large enough to cause her some hesitance. The cavern is given a long glance, as she attempts to maintain her visage in nonchalance. "Southern's to Honshu--or should I be offering the other way 'round, L'mir? To aid the assimilation process." Scowl, snark.

Sioneva is looking at you.

L'mir chuckles, shaking his head toward Anja. "And the little ones? You and they are doing well?" he asks, tugging off his gloves to smack them together, snow falling to the floor. The offers bring a smile. "Something warm? A glass of wine perhaps?" he asks, totally ignoring his Second right now.

Sioneva gives Auralia a very long look, quietly sizing up the greenrider. Until L'mir speaks, and she turns to reach for a glass. "Of course."

Anja stands, a bit awkwardly, and heads over to the Southern riders. She replies to L'mir, "The little ones are nice and warm at Cove. Fostered now. The new ones are still growing." hand moving to her midsection. She tursn her attention to Auralia, "And welcome to Honshu. Its great to see you here." she winks, "Better than grumpy ole Br'den." She offers Auralia a hug.

Kiara frowns as the Weyrleader, though she tries not to let it be seen, instead she smiles towards the Weyrsecond, "Do you need some help with those bags?" she asks, "Shava could help you," She nicely offers the help of the only non-bumped, or non-babied, honshuite in the room.

Shava decides to be the helpful one and gets up to head to her temp Weyrsecond. "Need anyhelp, Weyrsecond?" she asks, offering at least one arm, expecting something to be put on an arm, or a hand. But for a second she looks over to Sioneva, "A mug of klah for me please 'Neva?"

L'mir finds a table, slipping down into it to wait for the wine. He watches the Honshuites greet their new Second, no emotion showing upon that face. They'll see what he has to put up with soon enough.

Auralia casts her head towards the side, gathering a glimpse of Sioneva's long look--"Is there something the matter, Greenrider?" she asks, carefully moderating her voice. Her attention is turned, a warm smile offered to Anja, hug accepted, her bags placed down upon the ground. "As I can imagine; L'mir will have his hands full on his end, too, I'm sure." If he can ignore her, she can do the same. She pauses, offering Shava and Kiara stiff smiles, "Appreciated, but no, thank you. I'll be fine--er, you could show me the guest weyr, I suppose, eventually."

Fiaind strides over from the entrance hall.

Anja hugs Auralia, kissing her cheek, and grins, "You did have to arrive in the worse blizzard of the turn of course. Quite a change from Southern's weather I'm sure." She turns back for her chair, "Come sit with us."

L'mir begins with some level of indignancy, voice aimed at his Second, "Br'den already has hides and is giving me a report before the sevenday is up." Is that a hint of pride? Certainly something like a nya-nya.

Fiaind wanders in, brushing her hands on the hem of her shirt and heading to get a mug of klah. "Evening everyone. How are things going?"

"Good for him," notes Aura, breezily--"I'm sure you'll be very happy." Stepping away from her Weyrleader, she nods ruefully to Anja, "So I've noticed; I think I'll be needing warmer clothing. I'll sit," she offers another smile towards those about the table, seemingly at ease as she takes a seat, leaving L'mir to his own devices.

Anja blinks as he hears L'mir, "Well, that's the Br'den we all know and love. You'll get tired of it soon enouhg L'mir and want to slap him around till he acts like everyone else... but he never does." She flops back into her seat, and smiles, "Hey Fiaind." and then to Auralia, "I have some spare outfits that might fit you. Not as if any will fit me these days."

Sioneva shakes her head to Auralia. "No at all, Weyrsecond." She brings over the reqyested drinks, a faint line in her forejead.

L'mir accepts the drink from Sioneva, most of it disappearing in one long inhale. He says nothing for a long while, content to watch Auralia's back. Oddly enough, there's no glares. Now.

Steila asks L'mir politely, "How are things at Southern?"

A cold wind howls in as the outer doors are opened and quickly closed. A pair of blueriders hurry in, glacing around and finding seats at the far end of the hall.

Fiaind grins slightly, bringing a steaming mug of klah with her as she settles down at one table and then whispers softly at Anja. "Finding someone new, lovey?"

Shava nods to Auralia and goes back to her seat. This person she isn't going to try and get angry at her, and maybe Sioneva can calm down from Br'den while he's away, or maybe not. She gets her drink from Sioneva and grins as Anja describes Br'den. "I hope you can cope with the weather we have here at Honshu while you're here. The other day it was nice, but then this storm came in all of a sudden. It should pass in a day or so, and spring might be back, and back to the warm, wet it was before."

Anja smiles at Fiaind, "Finding ? No. I've known Auralia for turns. It seems as if L'mir and G'arik exchange weyrseconds, who knows why. I think we got the best of the deal though."

Auralia nods slowly, eyes returning towards Anja--"Oh, that would be appreciated. I'm loathe to spend my own money on things I'll wear for only a month." The greenrider reclines slightly within her seat, resting hands upon the table. "I've never spent more than a few hours in the snow before," she admits, grinning towards Shava, "But I'll try."

Kiara has partially disconnected.

Kiara grins to Anja, "I'd agree with you there. You seem more cheerful than Br'den, but then that's not difficult," she grins to Steila, before turning back to Aura, "You'll get used to the snow. Who knows, Iesath may even start to like it?"

Sioneva glances at Anja, but she is silent. Little pregnant greenrider in the corner, that's all.

Anja leans close, kisses Fiaind's cheek, and then turns back, "Be happy to Auralia. Got lots of sweaters and such up in my weyr. I'm sure your flight jacket and boots will do well enough though." She laughs, "That's an understatment Kiara. A herdbeast about to be blooded by a dragon is more cheerful than Br'den!"

Sioneva smiles briefly to L'mir and Auralia. "Well met, Weyrleader, Weyrsecond. Please excuse me." She nods and heads toward the main entrance.

Kiara smiles to Anja, "Now who's doing an understatement. A Lord holder that just lost his entire crop to a freak flood and has just discovered his wife has run off with the stablehand is more cheerful than Br'den," Have we rammed that point into the ground? Yes? Good. Apparently the noise wakes up Kia's sleeping little who decides to show off his set of lungs with a loud wail.

L'mir smiles to Steila, settling back in his chair to finish his wine. "Much better now?" he replies, taking the moment to send a glare to Auralia's back. "I won't be staying too long though, if there's a storm coming in."

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Tarilyth doesn't sound very happy. << I like Dryth, and his rider is a good Weyrsecond. >>

Anja laughs softly, "Okay, okay Kiara. A nice set of lungs he has." SHe watches the kitchen servers stream in and out, covering the serving table with the evening meal, and quickly stands and hurries over, with a hurried, "Excuse me."

Sioneva walks toward the entrance hall.

Dragon> Seareth bespoke Honshu Weyr with << He is. He is. But my rider thinks he is too grumpy. >>

"Iesath will," agrees Aura, "She's in a snit at the moment, else she'd probably already be frolicing. Changeable dragon. I'll probably have more trouble. Still. It's only a month." Her digits fiddle against the edge of the table, head nodding once more to Anja, after Anja. L'mir, as a note, is still ignored.

Dragon> Brielth bespoke Honshu Weyr with << My lifemate is impressed with him. Much moreso than Iesath's rider. Or so he tries to have us believe. >>

Steila nods to L'mir, "Things have settled down after the flood?"

Dragon> Iesath bespoke Honshu Weyr with << Mine >> she adds pleasently, << Doesn't much like him. Then again, I don't think she likes many men right now. >>

Shava chuckles as she listens to how uncheerful Br'den is. But when Kiatev wakes up she cringes a bit at the sound. But instead turns towards L'mir. "I would suggest leaving very soon. The storms here can be rather vicious, especially the winter ones." She watches Anja go and get dinner for herself, though instead of going, she waits. "I'm sure Iesath will have fun once she gets used to being here after a few days."

Kiara starts to rock the little, "Shush, shush," she rocks him, trying to get the wail to a less audible level, "Come on, shush, I'll be quieter,"

Anja loads a plate with wherry and dumplings, wild river grain and gravy, peas and bread. She eyes what else is on the table, snags some more meatrolls and a bottle of Cove Hold's Infernal Hot Suace and heads back for her seat.

L'mir raises a brow to Shava, then nods to her prediction. "I'll be going soon." he replies, then turns back to Steila. "Oh, I doubt we'll be back to normal for a long time." The tsunami? Or Aura's leaving?

Anja glances over at L'mir for a moment, then turns her attentino to shaking the thick sauce out of the bottle all over her plate, liberally covering her food with the infernal stuff.

Auralia nods cheerfully, "Oh, she will. I'm sure of it." She pauses, her eyes catching upon Anja's sauce--"What *are* you doing?"

Shava watches Anja pour the sauce over her food and just shakes her head. "You could say that it was Anja's being stationed at Cove for so long, or more likely, her being pregnant, it's your choice," she says directed to Auralia.

Anja grins at Auralia, "Just have a craving for it these days. Not sure why, I didn't cravve it the first time I was pregnant." She shakes a bit more onto her plate, till all her food, except for the bread, glistens red, then snags a fork, digging in.

Kiara glances to Anja, and grins to herself, "Sausages and jam, there's something I won't miss," Kiatev has now quieted back to his usual level and is fairly close to falling asleep, and the greenrider turns her attention back to the conversation, "S'tev might still have some feline pelts left over from the last hunt if you need an extra blanket. I've heard they're good for keeping out the cold,"

Anja blinks, "Sausags and jam? Gross!" and shovels some more of her dinner into her plate, unknowing that her own meal could be considered 'gross'.

Auralia shakes her head with concernation, "Definitely reason to avoid getting pregnant for myself--nasty." The Weyrsecond chuckles, head tilting towards Shava. "Cove could do it to you, I'll bet." She winks, head turning towards Kiara, "Ooh, I'll ask him that. Er, if I can figure out who he is."

L'mir has been watching Anja for a while now, nose wrinkling at what he sees. Finally he pushes his chair back from the table, reaching for his gloves. "Actually, I better start back. I'd not want to get caught in a storm. Kiara, Anja, Shava, Steila.. good to see you again. Clear skies," at this he chuckles, "or at least warm beds during the storm." Almost as an afterthought, he speaks to his Second. "I'll see you in a month." then turns to leave before whatever expression on his face could be seen.

Anja grins over at L'mir, "I'll be sure to tell Jelisa you were here. I'm sure she'll be suitably upset that she missed you."

Kiara grins, "Herdbeast calling wherry eaten," is her reply to Anja before she grins to Auralia, "Ah, He's Brown Hamunth's, he's Flamestrikes Wingsecond, fairly young," she grins, she kinda ignores the Southern Weyrleader's goodbye, prefering to take a sip from her mug of cider, she grins to Anja at her second comment though.

Auralia pauses, turning, then nods. "See you then, Weyrleader. Have--fun."

L'mir did catch Anja's comment, turning to look at her over his shoulder just before he disappears outside. "I'm sure she will be." is muttered, then he's gone.

Anja laughs, "Not all that young, seeing how he just weyrmated with my cousin Catrina." and grins at Auralia, "Cove is a lovely place. I was fostered there and spend alot of time as watchrider there. Saraja and Trisan are fostered there as well, so I have lots of reasons to visit."

L'mir strides over to the entrance hall.

L'mir has left.

Shava shrugs to Auralia then nods in agreement with Kiara, "And the father to the small pack of lungs that was letting itself known a little while back. You'll see him around soon enough." She gives a wave to L'mir as she hears him leave, but doesn't look at him.

Kiara grins to Shava, "Well, that as well," she says, before shrugging to Anja, "He's about sixteen turns old, that's pretty young to me at my old age of 21,"

Iesath> L'mir pauses to admire the Honshu dragons, giving each one a nod and a smile. Brielth warbles to his lifemate, moving closer. He seems anxious to leave, like his rider, though for different reasons, perhaps. "Come Brielth. A storm's coming." The Weyrleader casts a rueful look back toward the Hall, then mounts, sending his dragon upward.

Iesath> L'mir reaches up to take a firm grasp on Brielth's riding straps, and swings up into the seat between his neckridges with the help of his foreleg.

Steila chuckles, "So where does eighteen sit in the age scheme Kiara?"

Dragon> Brielth bespoke Iesath with << I will miss you. >>

Iesath> Brielth flies toward the skies far above.

Anja grins, "Well, I'm sure daddy didn't mind your age... even if he's 50."

Iesath> Brielth senses that Iesath pauses, as if deliberating, before agreeing, << And I, you. >>

"Twenty-one," Aura assures, breaking back into the conversation, "is not at all old, thank you very much. Else, it makes me feel ancient!" The greenrider nods, agreeing with Anja, "Oh, certainly, a lovely place. Although, I admit I've not had much of a chance to visit. Perhaps I will, this month."

Steila smiles to Anja, "Your dad's a good man."

Dragon> Honshu Weyr sense that Brielth warbles farewell. << He will miss Iesath's rider. I know this. >> Tattletale.

Anja laughs, "Seeing how many kids he has, I'm sure lots of woman say he's 'good'..." and smiles at Auralia, "Well, you are weyrsecond here. You'll have to visit Cove Hold in your duties after all." She winks, hinting, then turns her attention to shoveling food into her mouth.

Kiara nods, "Aye, you can stay at Honshu and not visit Cove. It's only a short hop *between* away," Well, so's everything but that's not the point, "Okay, twenty one isn't old. It just feels old to me? I'm used to being younger than that," she grins to Steila, "Eighteen? Eighteen is the best age to age,"

Auralia rolls her eyes. "True enough. No vacation for me, even when I am being exiled--no offence to your lovely selves, of course." She grins, nodding again, "I'll have to visit. And yes--I know what you mean. The turns just fly."

Shava grins and nods to Auralia, "You have to go to Cove sometime this month. It's wonderful. Anja stole me away there many times before I Impressed. Actually, that's what was we were doing when Seareth Searched me that last time I was a Candidate."

Steila grins to Kiara, "I'll keep that in mind."

Anja grins at Steila, "And now that you've impressed... I should steal you again, but to my weyr this time." She pushes her now empty plate to one side, and smiles at Auralia, "So why did G'arik and L'mir decide to switch weyrseconds? They give any reasons?"

Kiara grins, "I heard from Neva that they weren't going to and then they did. Maybe Br'den managed to annoy G'arik enough to change our Weyrleaders mind," she laughs, "Not that it would take much," she continues.

Auralia restrains a giggle, noting, "You should be more subtle, Anja, if you're going to try and steal her away!" Eyes twinkle with amusement, then dull. "L'mir and I don't get along; I think that was fairly obvious. Well, I get along fine with him, except that I play with him. Tease him. He doesn't like that. Says I've got a pepper tongue." She grins, adding, "I believe that Br'den and G'arik have their own problems."

Kiara grins to Auralia, "Anja? Subtlety? I don't think that's ever happened," Says the queen of subtlety herself, "Pepper tongue? Sounds more interesting, well, you can tease our Weyrleaders as much as you like, we don't mind,"

Shava grins at Anja, "We'll see, Anja. We'll see." She looks to Auralia and listens. "Actually I think it's G'arik and B

Anja smiles, "I've tried being subtle with her, never worked. The direct approach works sometimes though." She smiles, "Pepper tongue? Do I get to try it?"

Steila smiles to Anja with a wink, "Subtle with me? If you've tried, it was subtle enough for me not to notice."

Shava grins at Anja, "We'll see, Anja. We'll see." She looks to Auralia and listens. "Actually I think it's G'arik and B'gron, but then that was age. By the way, whatever happened with that race? And pepper tongue?" She pauses for a second. "Roketh says he heard that before you arrived Weyrsecond, though he's not sure if it was from your dragon or L'mir's."

Anja grins at Steila, "I didn't think I'ld have much of a chance with you, seeing how you feel about G'arik and all. I would of though!"

Auralia laughs, evidently quite relaxed, rather than annoyed by this stage. "Well, true, but still. My pepper tongue? Well, you have to try and annoy me, first. Maybe you'll get lucky, Anja." She pauses, waggling her eyebrows, "Maybe not." More seriously, the weyrsecond nods, "Iesath says 'pepper' straight off. Brielth and L'mir go for 'pepper tongue'."

Anja mmmms softly, "I'ld definately enjoy trying you Auralia." taking her words completely wrong of course.

Steila explains to Anja, "G'arik and I broke up, I'm footloose and fancy free now."

Kiara rolls her eyes at her friend, "You are incorrigible," she teases the older greenrider.

Anja ohs softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that." reaching out with a comforting hand to pat Steila on the knee.

Steila nods to Anja, "It's been fairly quiet, Kiara decided to have a baby instead of spread gossip." she winks to Kiara.

Shava grins and stands to leave, "In any case, Roketh's complaining that he can't keep the snow off of him for even a moment, so we're getting to our weyr as quickly as we can. I hope to see you all later, if not tomorrow when this storm has hopefully at least calmed down." She turns to the Weyrsecond, "Do you still want some help to the guest weyr or do you think these three can help you enough?"

Auralia sticks her tongue out at Anja--"I'm sure you would, Anja. I'll just bet you would." Another waggle of the eyebrows ensues, as she goes silent. "I'm sorry--Steila, isn't it? K'tor's sister. It's no fun when relationships collapse."

Kiara smiles to Steila, "Oh, I'll be back to spread gossip soon enough, I mean, I can't do drills, Kiat seems to sleep a lot, what else is there to do!" she smiles to Shava, "See you later, Have fun digging Roketh out of the snow,"

Anja's hand seems to have found a resting place on Steila's knee after it finished its patting, and Anja grins, "See you later Shava, stay warm!" She gives her friend a wave, with her free hand, and smiles at Auralia, "You know me."

Auralia adds, turning her head towards Shava, "I think I'll manage. Thank you horribly for the thought, though. Much appreciated."

Steila nods to Auralia, "It's probably better than letting it twitch half dead, yes, I'm K'tor's sister."

Shava nods and gives a friendly wave to Anja and all the other greenriders, from Honshu or otherwise as she heads out of the Hall and to her weyr and warmth.

Shava walks toward the entrance hall.

Auralia winks towards Anja, agreeing. "I know you, yes indeed." Again she nods towards Steila, "Right."

Kiara nods, "And that's for the twitching half-dead image," she grins to Steila, "Plenty more riders in the Weyr," she does notice where Anja's hand has got to and rolls her eyes, muttering "typical," under her breath.

Anja mutters 'jealous' under her breath, having heard Kiara's mutter, and smiles at Auralia, "Well, with winter, it should be easier for you. Not as many falls for us to fight. Of course, it seems as all the greenriders came down with a case of being pregnant at the same time, but its not all that many. Just a few of us."

Auralia nods, admitting, "It's a wonderful thing, not to have to fight fall all turn 'round. At least, not with regularity. A bit of a break for me, at least for a little while." Tilting her head towards the side, the greenrider adds, "It's not catchy, this whole pregnancy thing, is it?" A wink, but she looks vaguely concerned all the same. "I'd hate to have to miscarry again."

Anja laughs, "Unless its passed on by the men, I don't think pregnancy thing is catchy." She ohs softly, "Miscarried? That's sad."

Kiara grins, "Well, half the pregnancies can be blamed on Jelisa, when Sylaith last rose, so I think you are safe unless another one of our Queens decides to rise," she frowns at the last bit, "Miscarry? I'm sorry," she looks almost guiltily down to her sleeping child.

Auralia shakes her head quickly, noting, "It's not a horrible thing; I'm not really set up for children." In fact, she doesn't really like them at all. "I'll survive." A cheerful grin is sent towards Anja, "I'll just have to stick away from men, then, won't I?" She nods again, "Safe is good. Unless a Queen rises; you're not expecting any, I hope?"

Kiara hrms, "I don't think so. Uileath hasn't risen yet, Sylaith rose fairly recently, in fact, you missed the hatching by just a few days. Auranath rose not long before that and that's our full complement of Queens,"

Steila nods to Auralia, "I didnt think I was set up for them either, although I got fooled."

Young and quite tall, Steila has grown into her long limbs, a willowy and slim young woman. She seems to be in her early twenties, her skin an even creamed klah colour. Her dark brown hair is tied back into a plait, only a few tendrils perpetually curling around her face to get in her eyes. She's got a long narrow face, with a big smile, her brown eyes sparkling above her freckled nose.

She's dressed pratically, loosely fit pants in a deep brown-black colour, hang straight over her boots. Her long-sleeved shirt is loose enough to hide any extra weight she's carrying, left untucked, the green a good choice to bring out her eyes.

Anja hrms softly, "Not that I know of Auralia. Sorry." She grins at Kiara, "Only a few got pregnant during that flight. Steila by G'arik or maybe by daddy, me by B'gron... Sioneva got pregnant during her flight by Br'den, and Aeriel in her flight. Who knows who got her pregnant Justin or Br'den." She rambles on with a dozen or so other names, and who got them pregnant and ends with, "And of course Molly, or maybe its Dolly, is pregnant as well. I haven't figured out who did the evil act though."

"Thank goodness for that," smiles Aura, evidently relieved. Nose wrinkles, "Hopefully, Steila, I'll not have to undergo that discovery. At least not yet." She holds her breath as Anja states the pregnancies. "Egads, that's a lot of them at one time. I mean, not really in a weyr, I suppose, but it seems that way."

Kiara nods, "I got pregnant about two months before the rest when Moriweth rose. I started the trend, purely by accident,"

Anja grins at Kiara, "And I got pregnant when I was comforting B'gron after Viharth failed to catch Sylaith. Purely accidental as well."

Sharn walks over from the entrance hall.

Sharn walks into the hall, carrying a scroll.

Steila smiles, "I either got pregnant just before or during Sylaith's flight."

Anja glances towrds the doors, blinks and grins at her cousin, "Sharn!" giving a wave with her free hand, "What brings you out in a storm like this?"

Sharn shakes off the snow accumulating on his shoulders and shivers, then wanders towards Anja's table. "Have a scroll for Master Dria. Someone told me she was over here?" He looks around hopefully, icicles shattering on his lashes as he blinks.

Auralia turns her head, watching Anja's motion, greeting Sharn with a nod of her head. "Fardles, I do not want to have to go back out there," she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else.

Anja hrms at Sharn, "Dria? I haven't see her." glancing at the others, then back, "But that doesn't mean she isn't about someplace." She grins at Auralia, "Lucky for you, you don't. You can get to the guest weyr by just going upstairs. One of the few weyrs that's connected to within."

Steila too glances at Anja, but it's a more considering look before waving to Sharn."

Sharn nods to Auralia, Steila, and Kiara, then hmms at Anja. "She could be out in the stables. I'm not about to go back out in that, though. You might just have a visitor for the night." He flops down onto a chair and kicks muddy snow off his boots. Just like a farmer, no consideration for a clean floor.

Anja rubs her expanding midsection and grins at her cousin once more, "There's surely a spare cot up in the dorms, so you are more than welcome to stay the night. So how are things over by the hall?" She ohs softly, "Sorry, this is my cousin Sharn, joruneyman farmcrafter... These are Auralia, Kiara and Steila... in case you haven't met them yet."

From afar to Auralia, Kiara, Sharn, and Steila, Anja says "Cousin? No... you're one of my few brothers... doh! Sorry Sharn.... change that pose fro mcousin to brother ;)"

Auralia's face lights: "Oh, that's the best news I've had all day. One advantage about being here, then." Rueful grin follows, as she nods towards Sharin once more. "Well met, Sharn."

Kiara grins, "Why am I not surprised this is another brother of yours? Shards, you have more brothers and sisters than I have hairs on my head," she grins, "Though you might find yourself having to share the guest weyr with grounded pregnant riders beforetoo long,"

Anja laughs at Kiara, "There's on 9 of us that we know of. Sarai and me, Sharn and Shiana, Ainyan I think you know, Sehar, Sharra, Seldar, Shira." she grins at Steila, "And of course Steila's wee one makes 10."

Auralia giggles, noting, "I've not shared a place with several people except for flights and the like since I was a weyrling; that'd be fun." Slumber party! "Ten of you? That's about as many as are in my family, I admit. Though, I hope, less of an age difference between first and last."

Sharn looks over at the three he's just been introduced too. "Well met," he says, though it's likely he'll not remember their names...his thing is plants, not people. "Oh, I don't mind sharing, although I don't know that it would be appropriate for me to stay in a weyr...you've a dorm here, don't you?" he asks Kiara, then glances at Anja again. "More of us than we probably know, ayup. Da' likes to rotate the crops a bit too much."

Steila laughs softly, "He's only possibly one of your siblings."

Anja grins at Sharn, "And him not even a farmer. Are you following in daddy's footsteps Sharn and spreading your wild oats from one end of Pern to then other?"

Sharn snorts. "Me? No. I only plow the fields." He tucks the scroll safely into an inner pocket and shivers once more.

Anja laughs softly, "Plow the fields and no wild oats planted. Perhaps your mother only lied when she said daddy's your father? You don't act like him at all." Her voice is teasing, eyes sparkling.

Steila laughs softly, "That how to tell who's the papa of this little one? Wait until he's old enough and see if he's a heartbreaker?"

Anja grins, "Nay. Look at Sharn's eye, identical to daddy's.... there's other ways." She smiles at Steila, "I'ld bet marks that yours is his as well. Just works out that way."

Sharn raises a brow at Anja, his features too like S'ard's to be anything else. "I don't think m'ma would lie 'bout that, though," he says softly, then smiles at Steila. "I wouldn't go by that, miss," he says, perhaps already having forgotten Steila's name. "Da' has his obsessions, I've mine."

Kiara grins to Steila, "Ah, but his other possibly father is another bronzerider, Might be hard to tell the difference,"

Anja grins over at Sharn, "And what obsessions do you have?" and hearing Kiara chokes and starts laughing.

Auralia sustains a chuckle, before, with a long yawn, she notes, "I'm for bed--I'll have to unpack, too. I imagine I'll be able to find the way without problem. I'll no doubt see you all in the morning. If I survive meeting with G'arik." A twitch of her lips issues her mirth at this, as she makes to pick up her bags.

Steila chuckles, "G'arik's not that scary, take it from the ex-weyrmate." she laughs to Kiara, "Point taken."

Sharn nods to Auralia. "Nice meeting you, Rider," he says, not having bothered noting her Weyrsecond status. He smiles at Kiara's teasing, then looks pointedly Anja's way. Perhaps she shouldn't have asked this. "Well, my obsession is with herbs," he says, and begins to launch into a lecture on that subject. Someone stop him, quick!

Anja smiles over, "Stay warm Auralia. I'll have Seareth speak Iesath come tommorow sometime, so you can come up to the weyr and find something warmer to wear."

Auralia grins, bobbing her head towards Anja, "Much obliged. I'll see you then. Fare thee well, all of you." Bags are grasped, hoisted onto shoulders, and she moves out.

You walk toward the entrance hall.