You walk over to the bustling Weyrhall.

Kayjay walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Telinda strides in, hides under her arm, and heads towards a big table that's been placed in the middle of the room. Hides are placed on the table, in the middle, and then she takes a seat.

Imara walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Kayjay glides, yes, she simply glides as she "serenely" makes her way into the weyrhall, babe in one arm, hides in the other. Smiling as she moves her way through to the table, the brownrider finally settles into a chair, gathering her skirts around her.

Kayjay cuddles Karel.

Taranian walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Auralia shuffles somewhat blearily into the 'hall, running a hand through her short curls with a lazy movement of consideration. Those about are given vague nods as the greenrider approaches the big table, taking a random seat. "My head will not stand any arguments. Let's all hope that everyone is as serene as--" pause, "Kayjay. Hi."

Eirene strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Taelyn walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Taelyn follows Eirene in, brushing a hand down the side of her pants to dust them off. Then it's time to find a seat, hmm.

Kayjay smiles and shakes her head lightly as a server offers her wine. "Oh, no thank you, I -am- nursing you know, I will just have some herbal tea."

Imara walks in with a bounce in her step, and an anticipatory sparkle in her eyes. She waves and finds a seat at one of the tables.

Telinda spreads a hand to the table, "Wingleaders, Wingseconds, take a seat." Another table is gestured to, "Weyrlings, residents, you may take any other table in the room."

Eirene walks in, looking quite serene. The expression is betrayed as she heads for a chair, however, one hand reaching up to tug at her braid. So maybe she's a little nervous...

Taranian nods, walking over to a different table and sitting down, watching intently.

Shasta strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Taelyn moves to the table indicated, sliding into a seat after grabbing something to drink.

Shadara snorts and sits at her wing's table, as far from the men as she can get, as well as male riders.

Auralia rests her hands down upon the table, before she does a somewhat belatedly doubletake: "What on Pern are you playing at Kayjay? Don't think it'll give you an advantage, thank you very much."

N'all strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Kayjay smiles sweetly at Auralia, lifting her tea mug. "Good evening to you, weyrsecond. And play? Oh, I don't have much time for play these days, what with the Wing, and the new babe." She looks down at the sleeping child, poster child for Pern Innocence, in her arms.

N'all marches in, grabs a mug of klah, slams it down onto a table, sits in front of it and glowers about the cavern. He smells slightly of oil.

Telinda peers over to Auralia, "You're a woman, you shouldn't have much problem ignoring the distraction! Now" she says firmly, leaning to place her hands on the table, "We're here to discuss which wing gets which of the Weyrlings. Do any of you wish to start?" she asks, looking around the table at the Wingleaders and seconds, "K'tor's not feeling too well, so won't be here."

Taelyn sips at her klah, making sure to look around at everyone before she turns her attention to the table.

Kayjay gestures for Shasta to join her. "Oh, that -is- too bad, Telinda, that K'tor won't be with us."

Shasta comes into the Weyrhall, a sheaf of hides rolled in one hand, thwapping against her thigh as she walks. The brownrider hesitates once into the Hall, just long enough to locate Kayjay. Her wingleader is given a nod, before she finds herself a glass of wine, and heads her way. "Evening Kayjay," she greets, waving the hides, nearly thwapping a bluerider by doing so. "Thought you might like to see these reports. Oh - oops." Shasta shushes herself, as Telinda begins.

Auralia snorts into her hands, eyes regarding Kayjay, then straightens, fluttering eyelashes at Telinda, "Well, I don't know..." She giggles, voice teasing, then turns serious. "When K'tor is away, the glorified Wingsecond will play." Well, not really serious.

Imara settles into a chair and looks at the other wingleader/seconds, waiting for the discussion to begin.

Taranian swallows, watching the group of wingleaders as though they were a pack of wild canines.

Shadara snorts softly and shakes her head again and just grumbles under her breath.

Kayjay leans over slightly. She mutters to Shasta, "Be wary... and L'mir,... have something up... sleeves and... I don't trust Auralia as far as I... toss..."

N'all looks at the cavalcade of wingleaders and glares at them too.

Telinda flickers a look at Shasta and Kayjay, and then smiles sweetly at Auralia, "Since Kayjay thinks you intend to do something, why don't you go first?"

Shasta settles into a seat, searching the crowd with her eyes. A snort answers Kayjay. "When doesn't Moonsweep have something up their sleeves?" She asks, flashing a grin. No comment about Auralia. Instead, she pulls a writing stylus out, and a small travel-pot of ink out of her pocket, and settles down to make notes.

L'mir walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Shadara nods briefly to N'all, though there's a deep scowl on her face as she does so.

Kayjay blinks at Shadara's scowl but then schools her face into utter tranquility.

Auralia, do something? Surely she's the picture of innocence? A smile is dimpled towards Telinda, as the Weyrsecond pauses, glances about warily. "Welladay. I suppose I should." She pauses, a sudden blush crossing her face, and she leans in, whispering towards the other wingleaders and their 'seconds: "Er, what am I doing?" She's forgotten. Oh yes, this has -got- to look good for Skyfury.

N'all bounces Shadara's scowl, when isn't Shadara scowling? He looks at Auralia, and drums his fingers on the table.

"Weyrlings, Auralia, Weyrlings" Telinda calls out, "Pick one! Or none. Doesn't matter to me!"

Shasta's greeting for L'mir is nothing more than a suspicious glance, and a scribble on her hide. Auralia's given a furrowed-brow glance, with a wry smile. "You were about to tell Kayjay she has first pick on weyrlings?" She offers, innocently.

Taranian watches Auralia, brows creased, fidgiting a bit.

Imara has a fairly blank look on her face until she grins at Auralia and says, "Which weyrlings do you think Skyfury should get?"

Kayjay smiles at Shasta. "Good one." If she weren't trying to be so all fired sweet, she'd stick out her tongue at Auralia.

Taelyn doesn't fidget, not a bit. Nope, she's too intensely watching her mug, although occasionally she looks up at whoever's talking at the moment.

L'mir strides into the Weyrhall, offering his apologies for being late. He 'does' have a broad grin to offer, regardless of Shasta's comment. "You'd never guess what I've just heard? My Second's pregnant!" Then he stops by his chair and blushes. "Sorry, Telinda." then takes a seat.

Auralia blushes. Oh yes, very capable. "Of course. I was just testing you." No, really. "I think not, Shasta. You amuse me. Well, we'll take T'ynk and Hykelth, of course." The blue weyrlings gets a triumphant glance, and he blushes. Weyrseconds stalking weyrlings, oh not a good idea. "And I would lay dibs on Taranian."

Taranian's brows raise a considerable amount, then she blinks a few times, blushing a bit.

Kayjay blinks at L'mir, and a genuine grin breaks across face. "Oh, that's wonderful." Her gaze goes back to the resting babe in arms, then it's all business as Auralia lays claim.

N'all snorts, "Oh, great, just when I get them halfway trained, and capable of performing small feats and about as useful as a canine, which is more than I can say from the youngest lot, you want to go and steal them. NO WAY!"

Taelyn glances at N'all briefly, a little surprised at his short outburst, then it's back to examining her mug. Yup.

Shadara snorts a bit more and shakes her head, "Positively delightful." she says in a dry, droll voice as she watches the proceedings with that scowl, looking at Kayjay's 'oh so innocent me' outfit, "You know, if he spits up, he's going to ruin that dress."

Kayjay arranges a huge burping rag on her shoulder. "Thank you for reminding me."

Auralia dimples towards Taranian: "One has to stick up for their mentees." A glance at N'all, eyebrows raising. Surprise is evident upon her face, before, smoothly, she comments, "Oh? I'm sure they'll *adore* being weyrlings forever."

Telinda looks across the table at N'all, and raises an eyebrow - slowly. "If N'all spits up he'll ruin which dress?" she remarks.. "Oh, you mean Karel!

L'mir's gaze is startled as he hears N'all's outburst. "This means my Second will be unable to tend to her wing duties, grounded and all. That means 'I' will need much more help, therefore more riders."

Telinda nods, "Taranian to Skyfury then? Any objections on the matter?"

"I can only try," Shasta retorts to Auralia, also resisting the urge to stick out her tongue. "Ooh, see, they do have something up their sleeve. See? Now *they're* trying the 'I've a pregnant leader-type, so we should get more.' eh?" She comments softly to Kayjay, jesting. "What's Shadara got up her..." whatever location she mentions is tastefully covered by the squeak of chair on floor, as the wingsecond shuffles over a bit.

Taranian just awaits the decision, brows raised high, still fidgeting away.

N'all grumbles back at the weyrsecond, "You cannot have my kids, no way. Not yet. They're not even close to being ready." Regardless of the fact that like most of his classes, they perform at top notch, but get him to admit that before graduation. Good luck.

Kayjay purses her lips, narrowing her eyes at L'mir. "Oh, I am sure you are more than able to juggle babies. After all, you -aren't- a mother yourself." Her gaze is given to Shadara, thoughtful before she quietly replies to Shasta. "No idea.. Not the best advertisement for Firedance. What -did- you do to her?"

Shadara narrows her eyes at Shasta, "It's called a proddy Saith, want to continue to aggravate the greenrider?" she says, scowl turning into one of those rare, 'please egg me on' smiles. The comment is said in her soft spoken tones, so that only Kayjay and Shasta really hear the comment.

Imara smiles slyly and speaks up. "Since Starflame can only pick from the blues and greens, shouldn't /we/ get first dibs on them?"

Telinda slams her hand down on the table, "Can we please get on with..ah yes, Imara. Who would you like?"

"Your *kids* are they? Well, no parent likes to loose their kids. I believe they call it empty den syndrome. At least you'll have more." Auralia smiles serenely, no doubt picking up hints from Kayjay, and adds via Shasta, "Try? I suppose. Obviously not hard enough." L'mir is given a long glance: "I don't think we ought to give you any; you'll corrupt them all. Your wing has too many babies born."

Taelyn slides her face into her hands, muttering quietly.

Kayjay mutters to Shasta.

L'mir blinks at the slamming fist, then sits back in his chair, eyes slitting as Imara is asked for her choice. "Two now?" he mutters to himself, face sliding into a pouting expression.

N'all looks at Imara, "None of them are fit to fly in your wing, you'd lose wingmates like crackdust. If you take any of this lot, then I shall truly pity you."

Taranian gulps. She slides down into her chair, rubbing her forehead. Yay stress.

Taelyn slides her mug over to Tara, offering a sympathetic glance while she rubs at the side of her head with her free hand.

Taranian chuckles quietly at Taelyn, nodding thanks. Though she doesn't take the cup, just stares at it for a while.

Kayjay smiles sweetly at L'mir. "Oh, I am sure you will get your turn. There is -always- Landrisa. She'd be an asset to any wing, if she could ever control her hiccups."

Shasta keeps her tones quiet and smooth, too, nodding at whatever it was Kayjay said to her, before answering Shadara. "Fine, proddy, you're grounded till after she rises, naturally. And you'll keep civil if you want any input into which weyrling winds up in our wing, or we'll pick one simply to antagonize you." The oh-so-sweet smile she sends Shar's way screams 'dare me'. "Now, Kayjay, who're you thinking we should pick, assuming N'all allows us?"

N'all takes a sip from his mug of klah, anyone close to him can see it shaking slightly. He gives KJ a snort, "That's not al lshe can't control. Faranth's Shell, have you seen the way she flies? I'm amazed she hasn't fallen off by now."

L'mir practically glares at Kayjay then is about to protest when that dress? catches his attention. "Uh.." he mutters, leaning to the side to see the skirt. "Niiice."

Imara opens her mouth to speak, then blinks and stares at N'all for a moment. "I believe that Kinoa and I are capable enough to train them well. Anyway, Starflame needs more male riders, so I've had my eye on T'hren and Arisyth. However, we do need some blues, so either Taelyn or Taranian, or both, would be good additions."

Taranian glances over at Imara, then at Taelyn, swallowing.

Kayjay hmms, looking Taranian up and down. "Would serve K'vay right if we got -her- in our wing and assigned them to the same sweeps team." She looks startled at N'all's confession. "Oh dear, maybe L'mir need to take Landirsa then, being a former werylingstaff and all, then."

Auralia snorts: "Imara, you're *not* taking Tara. She's mine. Have Taelyn." Even her old wing can't have the good ones.

Telinda shakes her head as she catches the look between L'mir and Kayjay, "L'mir, if you can't keep it in your pants in this meeting, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stand in the corner, and if you're really unlucky we'll find you a special hat and a special friend to go with it!"

Taelyn arches a brow, although that's about all the reaction she seems to give. A quick glance is shot Taranian's way, along with a shrug.

L'mir was gawking, yes. Blatently so, but Telinda's words do wake him from his reveree. "Hmm? What hat?"

N'all grins at Tel, "Bust him back down to Weyrling."

Kayjay smiles sweetly at L'mir. "You like? Just an old thing I threw on. We mother's and wingleaders just don't have time to worry about appearances. Yet, I noticed -I- was on time for the meeting."

Shadara smiles at Shasta, "And who's life is going to be more miserable, mine, or yours if you have to straighten out the reactions to antagoizing the proddy greenrider. after all, it's your wing, if you want to mess it up, just to piss off a proddy greenrider, maybe you shouldn't be a Wingleader or wingsecond." she says before standing and heading over to N'all and patting him on the shoulder, despite the scowl, before settling by him... a man... boy she must be doing it to make saith grumpy.

"I'll find you a hat!" Telinda remarks to Moonsweep's Wingleader. An eyebrow rasises to Kayjay, "If you continue to flaunt it, I'll will find you a blanket, so be nice!"

Kayjay hisses at Shadara. "I think you might be more comfortable by the door? Or an open window?" She blinks at Telinda, wide-eyed. "Flaunt -what-?"

L'mir shakes his head as if to clear it, then ahems loudly, sitting up straighter in the chair. "I believe I was detained, seeing to a nausious Second." then he blinks at Telinda. "There was a time when you told me you 'liked' that, Tel." Oh. Was that a little too loud? Sorry.

Taelyn grumbles something that sounds suspiciously like, "And -these- are the people we'll be flying with? I'd rather be a Weyrling.."

Taranian's brows raise, somewhat creased, chuckling at Taelyn. "No kidding, eh..?" She glances towards N'all.

Auralia reclines her arms upon the table, elbows resting just off of it's edge. "I don't believe children belong in a meeting as serious as this one, Kayjay. However--have we agreed? I get Taranian? We need more blues."

Telinda waves a hand at the Wingleader's dress, "Flaunt your *dress*" she remarks, and then cold eyes are centered on L'mir. She doesn't lower herself to a comment now though, but there's a slight tilt to her chin, "Right, there will be order at this meeting! Even if that means I choose the weyrlings for you! Firedance, which weyrlings have you been considering?!"

Imara seems to be impervious to the squabbling that all the other wingleader/seconds are participating in. She just shrugs and smiles. "Starflame naturally should get the majority of the blues and greens, since that's all we can have."

Shadara smiles sweetly at Kayjay, "Oh no, I'm enjoying the shenanigans that you and shasta are perpetrating, thinking clothes will be more impressive than the wing's abilities in fall. Give me a break, clothing's as much the Wing as fewmets are flying."

N'all smiles at Taranian, "That's teh spirit! You get a rest day tomorrow."

Karel takes the opportunity to strategically blow a milk bubble and emit a winning coo as his mother looks at Telinda and replies evenly. "Flaunt my dress? I'd never think of such a thing." She looks at Shasta."What does our list say?"

Shasta waves a hand at Kayjay, shaking her head. "Now, now. Right next to N'all is where she should be. After all, if she cannot control herself and her responses to her dragon, she belongs with the Weyrlings, and I don't mean as his assistant." Ooh, meee-ow. Oh - wait, Tel's speaking to them. And Shasta's dressed for drills still, by the way. Like a dutiful wingsecond, she looks to Kayjay to answer.

Taranian barks out a laugh, though hides it. She grins at N'all, though.

L'mir sends Telinda a smile, if that's what you'd call it, then folds his hands over his chest. "Shall Moonsweep ever get an opportunity to choose? I'm interested in Tae, but first I want to hear what wisdom she gleaned from Weyrling Rock."

Taelyn blinks at L'mir, brow raising again. She waits, though, to make sure she heard him right.

Shadara snorts, "I'd rather be in his wing, than in yours at this point SHasta, so I wouldn't be making too many more remarks, since it's you trying to impress the weyrlings, not me."

Niare strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Shasta ruffles her hide, and reads. "Taranian, you suggested?" She says to Kayjay, glancing Auralia's way. "Then Sk'tris, and Sienna. T'hren too, I've got him scribbled."

Kayjay hmms, trying to read Shasta's scrawl. "Err, We have been mighty impressed with all you weyrlings." Insert winning and open smile here. "Any of you would be an added and -very- necessary addition to our wing. However, Taelyn, I would like to hear your response to L'mir."

T'hren strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Niare comes in in her riding leathers at a trot, followed by T'hren, then tries to melt into the crowd near the door.

Auralia, sweetly, "You don't want much. However, I do believe -we- have staked claim to Taranian." She pauses, turning her head so as to give herself a proper viewing of Taelyn, eyebrows raised in expectance for the weyrling's answer.

L'mir's boot somehow finds its way to the closest rung of Shasta's chair, looking very much like impact is coming very, very soon. "I'm at a disadvantage, being without my Second and no one will present me with so much as an opportunity to select? I want to hear from Tae!"

T'hren hurries in in leathers as well, stuffing his helmet into his pocket, and sidles towards a shadow as best he can, hair still smooshed oddly from it's confinement.

Taelyn clears her throat and responds with, "No mistake is tolerated. Mistakes mean injury at best and death at worst; and while no one is perfect, such mistakes should be avoided through careful thinking and excellent training, as we've gotten from N'all." That said, she relaxes in her seat again, hoping she answered correctly.

Imara looks around, a slight frown on her face. "Well, I'd like at least /one/ of the blueriders I picked." She glances at Shasta and Kayjay. "And my wing needs more male greenriders than any other."

Taranian rubs at her face. So many wingleaders.. So much confusion.

Shasta turns a deaf ear towards Shar, after all, the proddy greenrider's not beside her anymore. Let N'all deal with her sniping. She's less deliberately unaware of L'mir's boot, though.

Telinda nods, "Does that answer your question, L'mir?"

Kayjay smirks at Imara. "Oh? And why do -you- say that?"

N'all nods to Taelyn, "You get a rest day, too."

Taranian grins at Taelyn, winking at her.

L'mir unfolds his arms to smack his thigh, nodding with enthusiasm to Telinda. "Definitely! She's the one I want!" then he adds quickly, boot impacting Shasta's chair leg to nudge it, "Among others."

Shadara hrmphs a bit, "Can I be in your wing again N'all?" she asks, nudging him slightly, somehow civil, despite the lingering scowl on her face.

Kayjay clears her throat. "And speaking of Taranian. What have you learned, through past experience about dealing with disagreements with anyone who might be in your wing or a superior?"

Taelyn arches an eyebrow, a habit that she seems to have acquired. And she inclines her head, first in N'all's direction, then in L'mir's. Then it's back to be the quiet, good, weyrling.

Imara rolls her eyes, as if the answer was obvious. "Like I've been saying, greens and blues are all we have. Plus we've got less male greenriders than the other wings, and we need some diversity."

Taranian swallows a bit, turning to look at Kayjay. "To always go to their wingleader, wingsecond, or even the wingleaders if we have a problem. Taking it out on the person bothering you can be a big mistake..." She swallows a bit, sighing and hoping that was the answer Kayjay was looking for.

N'all's voice is quiet serious, "You cannot have Taelyn. I have uses for her, I want her to stay with Dawnwind."

T'hren edges very slowly, meticulously towards a seat near Taranian and Taelyn, edging down and folding his hands studiously to listen, before giving Tara a brief look of encouragement at her answer.

Taranian looks over at N'all, seeming a bit surprised, then a bit envoius.

L'mir turns in his chair, pushing Shasta aside is momentarily forgotten. "You can't have her, she's mine!" Oh. Did he 'really' say that?

Kayjay hmms, frowning slightly, muttering to herself as she makes note of Taranian's answer. "Too bad some riders haven't figured that out yet." She blinks, yet again, at N'all's retort.

Taelyn blinks, turning to look at N'all curiously. "Sir?"

Shasta jumps, her writing tool leaving a streak across the hide on her lap as she scribbles. A glare gets tossed over her shoulder at L'mir - augmented by sticking her tongue out at him. She's facing away from the weyrlings, what the heck, immaturity at its best. But N'all's refusal to let Taelyn go gets her attention, and like many others, the brownrider blinks.

Shadara snorts deeply at Kayjay's comment, but keps her mouth shut, for once, since she doesn't want to disrupt the meeting, but that doesn't muffle the bellow from outside.

Auralia's eyes flicker towards N'all, then roll, as she comments, "I think we'd best ignore N'all, if he's going to be like that. I'm sure Jeuneth's clutch isn't all -that- bad. Nor the others. But I refuse to let anyone have Tara." At least no one argued about her other blueriding choice.

Telinda quirks an eyebrow at L'mir, "Noone's yours - yet!" she remarks. "I agree with Imara. Starflame should get most the blues and greens, they are our fast attack wing. Who else do you want, L'mir?!"

N'all shakes his head, "No, L'mir. In this, I have final say. Choose someone else."

Kayjay smiles sweetly at T'hren, accidently rearranging her skirts as she *soothes* her dead to the world son. "Where would -you- like to end up?"

Taranian looks towards Auralia, tilting her head to one side, then looks back at N'all, raising a brow.

L'mir ahhs, giving a very bright smile to the Weyrwoman. "Finally." he mutters, then begins ticking off names, tapping his fingertips as he counts. "M'torn, Gregaria, M'soon, Jajika, P'aprka," He'd go on, but N'all's snagged his attention. "Just what do you want with her, then?"

Aithne strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Imara eyes N'all and mutters, "There shouldn't be anything wrong with Jeuneth's hatchlings... Jeuneth has by far clutched the best dragons." She smiles as she hears the Weyrwoman's comment, but frowns again as she listens to the argument.

Taelyn blinks again. All this over -her-? She appears mildly confused now, but trying to hide it.

N'all says "To replace you, you dolt. Why else would I want to keep someone? Mind you, she does polish boots quite well, but that's hardly efficient use of her talents."

Auralia comments, wryly, "He doesn't want much, does he?" Eyes fall upon L'mir, nose sniffing in distaste.

T'hren stares at Kayjay, briefly speechless, jaw dropped. Sigh. Someone reboot his brain, please. He's gone into mental blue screen. He finds his voice after a moment though, clearing it quickly. "Ah, in any wing that will have us, ma'am, where we can do the most amount of good, given our skills."

Aithne pauses midstep as she catches a few of the comments. She slips towards the side, hoping for a clue or two.

Shasta's pen taptaptaps on the hide. "Please," she softly asks Kayjay, while they wait for T'hren's answer. "Not another greenrider. Even male." She very carefully doesn't look Shadara's way.

Kayjay places her mug down on the table with quite a effective thump,or so she thinks. "You -can't- have P'aprka AND M'soon both. That is just plain greedy, L'mir." Her expression changes to T'hren. "Good answer, make note of that, Shasta."

Imara smiles at Kayjay as she hears T'hren's answer. "There, you see, that means my wing."

L'mir's nose wiggles in a mock agitated look toward Aura, trying to match her response to him. "Replace" he pauses, "Me? You want to keep her so she can replace me?? Oh! And T'hren. Him too."

Taelyn looks at N'all again, forcing her expression into one of neutrality. That failed, she focuses on the table instead. A hand drifts up to rub at the side of her head again. Oy.

Kayjay just gives Imara a -look- then smiles serenely once again.

Telinda grins at Kayjay, "Why, other than greed, shouldn't L'mir have both of them?" she asks, and then flashes a look of impatience at L'mir as he adds another name to the fire.

Taranian's brows crease deeply, and she leans forward, laying her forehead against the table before her. She sighs, exhasperatedly.

Auralia gives L'mir an odd look; surely she was doing nothing like that! Answering for Kayjay, or rather, butting in, "Because the two do not work well together. It's impossible." Or something.

"But Arisyth's *green*" Shasta hisses at her Wingleader, through a forced smile. But nonetheless, a scribble is added to her hide, next to the one that, if it were legible, would read 'T'hren'.

T'hren's eyes widen mournfully briefly at Shasta's comment before he blinks at Imara, then L'mir in astonishment. "I should've had dinner first," he mumbles under his breath to Taranian. Food cures all, of course.

Kayjay hmms, "They both have leadership qualities about them, they should be spread out and shared. Not good for morale to have too many leadership types sitting on the backburner of one wing."

Shadara rolls her eyes a bit, "Has Anyone even considered asking the Weyrlings what They want? after all, they Are the ones that have to put up with the wingleaders and wingseconds, that they may not like much, which would make life hard on them."

Taranian raises her head to look up at T'hren, nodding at him, then placing it back down on the table.

Kayjay looks at T'hren once again. She mutters to Shasta, "He's... fast... speed... nice enough... might..." She shrugs, looking at Shadara. "Well, you might have a point there, Shasta, cross that name out."

Telinda snorts at Shadara, "The weyrlings are hardly educated enough to decided in this matter. Perhaps when they've graduated, and been left sitting on the sidelines for 6 months to a turn, but we don't have the time for dragons to be sitting idling, thread is falling!"

Aithne moves quietly towards Telinda, her gaze moving among the wingleaders gathered there before she watches the weyrlings for their reaction.

L'mir gives Shadara a totally amazed look. "Ask the *weyrlings* who they want? Hmmph. Unheard of! Besides, it's perfectly fine if I have P'aprka AND M'soon, Kayjay. I sent a note to K'tor long ago, requesting them and Tae."

Imara ignores Kayjay's look and sighs. "Why don't you all argue about the bronzes, or the browns? You can have them. I think there's been enough talk about my blues and greens. It's just plain common sense that they should be in Starflame."

Shasta blinks at Shadara. "Kayjay just asked T'hren where he wanted to be?" She points out sweetly, while firmly scratching that name out. The pen's nib leaves a scratch as well as a line through T'hren.

Kayjay clears her throat. "Oh, I helped clear out K'tor's office, before his return, you know, I was trying to help out in whatever way I could, being with child and all. I do remember seeing something with your handwriting on it.. hmmms, think it was between his desk and the wall?"

Taelyn exhales slowly and tilts a glance to N'all. "Thank you, sir.", is her only comment, and then she goes back to listening to the various arguments, still rubbing at her temple.

Shadara snorts, "So we all get to sit here listening to bickering instead, oh joy."

L'mir stands up abruptly, pushing his chair up against the table with a loud *thump*. "You *LOST* my note to K'tor!? Kayjay.. how could you! That's, that's, unethical!"

N'all looks at Shadara, "Shut up, Shar." He looks at the wingleaders, "Continue."

Kayjay blinks. "I didn't lose your note." She says with all honesty. "I just didn't -unlose- it."

T'hren winces slightly as if the pen had gotten him as well, but starts out of the wince at L'mir's thumping, and leans forward on his elbows on the table to watch consideringly.

Niare glances over at Shadara, commenting, "You don't have to stay and listen."

Uinn walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Shasta looks just about ready to applaud N'all. "Nobody's forcing you to stay." She simply reminds the greenrider, with a quirk of a grin for Kayjay. She'd applaud all'round, but knows better.

Imara suddenly starts to chuckle. She grins and shakes her head, saying, "Maybe we /should/ ask the weyrlings. At least they're not acting childish about this whole thing."

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Iesath's voice is sleepy in tone, but sure, and certainly not happy: << Mine says, Brielth, Suriath, Yishenth, Muinyth, that yours are all children. Wherries, too. >>

L'mir walks, though it's more like a stomp, right over to T'hren, where he soundly thwaks the boy on the top of his head, then does the same to the weyrling's upper arm. "See? Strong. All ready to be a Moonsweeper!"

Uinn arches her eyebrows from her perch in the windowsill and chuckles softly at L'mir's words.

Aithne jumps slightly at the thump, settling into a chair as close to Telinda as she can without being in the way. "What is he? A herdbeast?" She comments quietly.

Kayjay purses her lips at L'mir's display. "Proof positive he shouldn't get -anyone-. Look, he is abusing the poor boy before he even leaves the barracks."

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Lisanth queries drowsily, << Their what are children and wherries? >>

Telinda grins, "What's this? A new ritual, L'mir? Stop being silly, and don't hit the weyrlings on the head!"

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Muinyth's answer is a distant rumbled dragonchuckle. << Wherries? My rider has no feathers. >>

Taelyn grimaces at L'mir's treatment of T'hren, shaking her head.

Taranian gives L'mir a strange look.

Dragon> Suriath bespoke Southern Weyr with << My rider loves her wing. She will do -anything- to make sure they are strong. >>

T'hren watches L'mir circle around with unsuspecting curiosity, mild and blinking. He makes a gurgling, startled noise at the thumping though, lurching his head forward and putting his thumped arm-hand to his head. "I can show you my teeth, if you like?" he offers, bemused.

Auralia eyes L'mir. "K'tor was *massively* mistaken over that one."

Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Southern Weyr with << My lifemate is not a child, nor is she a wherry. She doesn't smell stinky or tasty. >>

Kayjay snorts, finally agreeing with Auralia on something. "I must agree with you on -that- one point."

L'mir nods then snaps to his full height. "Stand up, boy!" he snaps, giving T'hren another snappy nod. A hand sweeps in the boy's general vicinity, coming very close to his head. "Moonsweepers can take it. So can he. I want him too."

Uinn props her elbow up on her knee and her chin in her hand, eyeing the weyrlings and the banter with vast amusement. "He's good for some things," she quips.

Taranian just shakes her head at L'mir, rolling her eyes.

Auralia adds, bobbing her head towards Kayjay, "Of course, you can't be considered much better." She pauses, adding, "Or are we all just being very, very selfish?"

Shadara shuts up at N'all's words, but glares at Kayjay and Shasta, another loud bellow coming from outside, "Oh Do shut up Saith."

Kayjay snorts yet again, her true self showing up through the innocent wear. "I at least don't go beating on the weyrlings."

T'hren's eyes widen at the affirmative response, but he doesn't hesitate even an instant. Someone said 'stand up', so, up he rises, weigh hey. His chair scoots back, and he stands carefully at attention. For good measure, he bares his teeth -just- a bit, although it turns out more of a worried grin.

Imara shakes her head at L'mir. "Moonsweep doesn't even need any more riders. My wing is the smallest, so we should get the most weyrlings."

Kayjay snorts. "But you just said you had speed. We need more as we have larger dragons." How is that for logic? She blushes as she realizes how lame that one sounded and tries for a baby distraction by gently stroking her son's hand with a fingertip.

Telinda blinks and then just giggles at Kayjay, "Lame, very lame" she notes with a smile, "Alright, anyone else want a particular weyrling, or have questions for them?

Cieria walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Imara raises an eyebrow at Kayjay, looking confused. "What? Yes, we have speed, but have more dragons really isn't going to help /you/."

Shasta winces as Kayjay's arguement limps. "We need greens and blues to fill in speedily around our browns and bronzes." There, how's that for support. Wait - did she jsut say they need greens? "Or, blues, at least."

Cieria walks in, glancing around and then sneaks over to the serving table hunting for a glass and some juice.

Auralia espies Cieria as the green weyrling walks in, and speaks up again, "Cieria! I'd like to ask you a question, if you please. Skyfury *may* be interested in inducting you into your numbers."

Kayjay blushes anew at Telinda's comment and then pointedly ignores Imara, smiling approvingly to Shasta. "Good save." She peers at Cieria. "Yes, one for her. A question for that weyrling."

L'mir really is going back to his seat, just taking the long way around. As he passes Kayjay's chair, he leans down to mutter something to her.

Taranian sighs, almost seeming as though exaggerating it. Then she lays her forehead on the table, again.

L'mir mutters to Kayjay, "I bet you thought that dress'd... didn't... then..."

T'hren settles back into his own seat, exhaling a heavy sigh of relief at the lack of further thumping or otherwise examining. No one told him to cough, he's happy.

Taelyn moves to stand, heading for the drinks table.. something cold to drink might be a good idea.

Imara gives Kayjay one more puzzled glanced, then turns her attention to Cieria. "Oh yes, she and Xenalth would do wonders for Starflame."

Cieria turns around as she hears her name. "Question. Oh, yes. Sure." She fidgets with her glass, heading towards the tables.

Auralia, being the first to ask, grabs at Cieria's attention first: "What do you believe is the most important lesson you have learnt as a weyrling? Why?"

Nafai walks over from the Western Courtyard.

Kayjay looks up at L'mir, wide-eyed and innocent. "I -am- a new mother and weyrmated, thank you very much."

Uinn giggles helplessly at Kayjay's comment and expression. "Goodness me L'mir!" she says with mock shock, though she has no clue what he said.

Telinda settles back in her chair, and shrugs, "Well, if you lot can't start acting more mature, I'll take all the wings into Sunblaze!" And how ridiculous would that look?!

Taranian raises her head to look up at Telinda, a puzzled look on her face, seeming a bit amused.

L'mir mustn't think Kayjay's so innocent. He chuckles, then continues to walk around the table to where the wineskins are kept. Tucking a few under his arm, he returns to the Wingleadership sits, specifically beside Auralia. With the cutest smile he can muster, he offers her a skin. "Wine?"

Imara folds her arms stubbornly. "I think I'm being perfectly reasonable..." she mumbles to herself.

Taelyn returns to her seat, a glass of juice carefully clasped in her hand. She quirks the slightest of grins at Telinda's comment, then her face melts into a neutral expression, watching the wingleaders and 'seconds argue.

"Or they could toss all the names into a hat?" Aithne suggests quietly before eying L'mir and Auralia for a moment.

Cieria moves to find a seat next to T'hren and sets her glass on the table before her forehead wrinkles up as she glances toward Auralia. "I err, I think learning to work together with Xenalth and then with other rider and dragon pairs." She lets out a breath very slowly.

Kayjay shakes her head, looking at Uinn with concern. "If he can't treat new mother's with respect, what must he be like with the newly pregnant?" She mutters to Shasta. "That sort of behaviour doesn't deserve much does it?"

Auralia's head turns, and, faintly surprised, she regards L'mir. "What do you want?" Almost abruptly, she grasps at the skin, eyes it a moment, then takes a swig. Her face wrinkles up, and she notes, "I really do hate wine." The skin is passed back, her attention placed upon Cieria. "Good. We'll have her, then."

Uinn winks at Kayjay, "Oh he treats me just fine Kayjay. 'Sides Moonsweep isn't suffering yet, now is it?"

Kayjay coughs at Auralia, then smiles at Cieria."A question, if you don't mind? What qualities do you think a leader should display at all times." She shakes her head at Uinn. "All due to you, my dear, all due to you and congratulations by the way."

L'mir's mouth moves into a little o, then he hmmms to himself. "That always worked with my Grandpa and Grandma. Maybe it was the smile?"

T'hren gives Cieria a briefly grateful smile, even half edging up to hold out a chair for her and then push it in gallantly before he sinks back into his own seat to listen. Aithne is given a brief grin at her suggestion and a quick nod of agreement.

Uinn inclines her head toward Kayjay, "Aw -- why thank you Kayjay darling. That's sweet of you to say ... on both counts."

Shasta tsks in response to Kayjay, shaking her head with a regretfull expression. But then, the Wingleader's asking her question, and that pen gets poised to get back to work.

Telinda leans over and whispers to Aitara, "I think he's more a problem with not getting them pregnant!"

Kayjay smiles back at the greenrider. "Every word sincere my dear. You can't help the wing you work under."

K'run waves his 'skin about, drunken in his ramblings, and yells: "Give me Sissa!" That would be the blond greenrider. You know the one.

Vira strides over from the Western Courtyard.

Cieria blinks under the barrage of questions. "Oh. um. Willingness to work with different personalities. Being prepared to make decisions." She tries to slide unobtrusively nearer to T'hren, ducking her head in a whisper to him.

Imara looks at K'run and shrugs. "Go ahead, you can have her."

Kayjay notes Cieria's answer with approval. "Good perspective, there. I guess N'all got through to some of them."

Uinn wiggles her fingers at Kayjay, "Unfortunately my dear -- I took L'mir on voluntarily."

Kayjay quirks an eyebrow at Uinn. "Oh, oh dear."

Shasta jots down a couple of notes, and scratches beside them in harsh - actually legible letters - GREEN. This gets shown to Kayjay.

Aithne offers T'hren a wink before her attention is drawn back to Kayjay and Uinn, looking a bit confused by what she hears of their conversation.

Vira walks on over, grabbing a cup of klah on her way.. She stops off near kayjay, eavesdropping on the whole conversation.

L'mir, of course, finds Shasta along the way, holding out the skin to her, this time his smile is slightly different. Get 'em drunk and they'll never know what hit them. Yep. That's when he overhears Uinn. The insincere smile fades, replaced by an affectionate one. "Ah, yes. Took me." he echos, moving her way stand at her side.

Kayjay notes the huge letters, looks over in Shadara's direction yet again and nods sagely to Shasta, making a sweeping cutting motion against her throat with a finger. "I see your point."

Kayjay notices Vira's entrance and nods, a bit distracted.

Shadara snorts a bit, "Since the two of you don't like greens, consider me no longer part of your wing." she says, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes.

Uinn swings one leg back and forth over the ledge of the window-sill, "What about that one L'mir," she points to one of the girls, "We could use some good sense in the wing, wouldn't you say?" Her smile is all dimply.

Auralia raises an eyebrow: "Shadara, you can join my wing!" She's still hacking a bit, as if trying to get the taste of wine out of her mouth. She'll never be a drinker.

Vira chuckles, "Oh, she likes greens just fine. After all, without them.. who'd keep the dependable blues.. well.. dependable.."

Kayjay rolls her eyes at Shadara's pouting expression and gestures to Vira."Not much of point trying to reason with her tonight."

Shadara isn't pouting at all, she's just simply looking a bit fed up as she lifts a hand and strips off her wingrider knot and sets it on the table in front of her, eyes still closed.

L'mir returns Uinn's smile with one of his own, glancing down at her belly then sends her a wink. "A boy." he notes with a nod then turns abruptly to AUra. "Shadara? Well now. If you take 'dara, I want Imara!"

Vira chuckles, "yeah well.. Xyth always says it never hurts to try.." She takes a sip of her klah, watching the wingleaders argue like a group of traders are a gather.

Imara smiles and scans the soon-to-be new riders. "I've got a question for any, or all, of the weyrlings. Since you know more about your lifemate and both of your abilities, what qualities would you want in a wing? This can be fighting strengths, relationships with other riders... anything."

Shasta lifts her glass for L'mir, as he passes by with a skin; she's pretty much finished the glass she'd brought with her. The other hand quickly crosses off a name from her list. She's ignoring Shar for now.

Taranian knocks her head against the table's top a few times, then looks up again. She glances at Imara. "Qualities /we/ want in a wing?" she asks, looking puzzled.

Uinn rolls her eyes at L'mir and sends a smile and a cheery wave over at Vira, "M'dear -- if greens are what keep blues dependable ... that explains a lot." Then her eyes go vague for a moment, and she chuckles softly, apparently as Emeleth weighs in on the matter.

Telinda snorts, "Shadara's acting like a petulant child, just ignore her, she's not worth the effort until Saith's risen." She coughs, loudly, "Right, final decisions, let me have who you want now, before I go to see how K'tor's doing!"

Kayjay looks at Shadara, expression changing from anything -but- competent wingleader. "I will talk with you after the meeting, if you like. Now isn't quite the time."

Taelyn brushes a hand over her face, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. "Thank Faranth I'm not riding on their wings.", she mutters in a barely audible tone of voice. No answer is given for Imara's question.

Cieria relaxes as the questions stop, and she pauses to sip on her drink. She nods her head in agreement after Taranian's question.. "I think I'm confused as well, now?"

Auralia is quick to relate her own decisions: "Cieria, Taranian, T'ynk, and---T'hren. He has nice teeth." She bobs her head quickly, reclining her arms upon the table. "All done."

Imara looks at L'mir shakes her head. "Sorry, I've got my own wing." She nods at Taranian. "Yes. What do you think you'd like?"

Shadara just opens an eye and peers at Aura, "I'm not going to be part of the riders up for grabs thank you. I'm not a prize runner to be bickered about, poked and prodded and discussed as if I've not got a brain in my head." she snaps out before looking at Telinda, and snapping her jaw closed, not saying what she really must want to say, from the glare she gives the sener weyrwoman.

Uinn pipes up, "What about you Tel? Can we have you pretty please?" She bats her eyelashes at the weyrwoman. Then she subsides, ceding word to L'mir on the official designs of Moonsweep.

T'hren leans back in his chair after whispering a quiet response to Cieria, regarding the senior riders steadily. "Regular, honest feedback on performance, and room to grow," he finally decides. "Um, not physically," he amends, then briefly shows his teeth again for Auralia, ever helpful.

Auralia's face clouds, as she watches Shadara: "As you wish. I would have thought it would have been nice to be in a Wing where some of the leadership were understanding to that time of the turn, when one's lifemate is over-coloured."

Vira winks at Uinn, "well, do you want nice dependable wingleaders.. or ruggedly handsome wingleaders.. or.. wings with alot of blues?"

N'all just looks at Shadara, "I don't care if you're proddy or not, either shut up, Shadara, and be respectful, or I will shut you up."

Taranian just decides to stay quiet, seeming quite timid when it comes to these kinds of issues. But then she decides to answer Imara. "Dependibility in the wingleaders, and wingriders," she murmurs quietly, then raises a brow at T'hren.

Shadara looks back at N'all, "I'm trying, really I am. I've been much worse in the past."

N'all snorts, "Try harder, Shar."

Telinda smiles sweetly at the table of people, stands and heads over to Shadara, "Stand up! NOW!" she barks out. "I will NOT have that attitude in my Weyrhall, EVER! Do I make myself clear? I don't give a flying shard of a dragon egg, or the shit that comes out the tail, WHAT you think, and WHAT you care right about now. You're acting as bad as a weyrling" she adds, grabbing the knot that Shadara places on the table, "You're demoted, Weyrling. Remember to salute!"

Kayjay hands Telinda the list, well scratched over with notes and arrows pointing towards notes on the opposite side of the hide. "Here you go. I think we have been -more- than fair in our requests."

L'mir ticks off names on his fingers again. "Moonsweep wants M'torn, Gregaria, M'soon, Jajika, P'aprka, and the girl Uinn suggested. That's who we," Whoops. He stops, then gawks at Telinda, amazed. "Oh, shards."

Imara nods, looking pleased at the answers. "Thanks." She looks at Telinda, about to answer her question, but instead her mouth snaps shut.

Taranian's jaw drops open, eyes wide as saucers. "Faranth..." she mutters quietly.

Vira winces, and knowing Telinda's moods pretty well, decides to .. drink more klah... yes.. klah good.

N'all rubs his hands together, "Weyrling Shadara, there's a pile of firestone that needs to be broken. I suggest you get to work on it immediately. Saith is not permitted in the barracks in light of your condition. Dismissed."

Cieria looks to T'hren, listening first to his answer. She attempts to stifle a giggle as he bares his teeth, but all laughing is forgotten and she stares between Telinda and Shadara.

Kayjay blinks and smiles as Telinda says what she would have said if she could have.

Comprehension flickers across Aithne's face as she considers Shadara. A moment later, shock comes to her face before she has a chance to school her expression. "Uh ohh" She whispers softly.

Auralia blinks, gaze turning from Shadara, to Telinda, to L'mir, whose smile is rewarded with a snarky scowl. "Well, that was unexpected. Well done, Shar."

Shasta's jaw... drops. When it returns to being hinged, she smiles.

Taelyn's jaw twitches slightly at Telinda's outburst, then her features relax, eyes focusing on the cup in front of her. See? Mistakes are bad.

Kayjay takes back the list. "We -do- need another greenrider.. " She scribbles a name to the bottom of the list.

T'hren's teeth are all sorts of forgotten in the wake of the excitement, and he stares briefly at the scene, eyes wide with consternation.

Uinn folds her legs up beneath her, going quiet as Telinda unleashes the Authority Cannon.

Shadara just looks at Telinda and she salutes, "Yes Ma'am, Weyrwoman Ma'am." she says as she snaps her heels together sharply, before siting down again. She just looks at Aurarlia and the green on her shoulder hisses at the other greenrider, or maybe it's at Telinda, hard to tell as Saith bellows from outside, again.

Shasta nods to Kayjay with a sigh. "I suppose. Him." Her pen points at T'hren.

Telinda looks down at Shadara, "Did I say you could sit? No! Stand up! N'all, make sure you have Shadara with you in the morning, a 10 mile run will do her temper wonders. When her tongue's civil once more, we'll consider placing her back in a wing!"

Auralia withers under such a look. Or rather, she blinks, shrugs her shoulders, then turns back to the matters in front of her. "It was only meant to try and cheer her up. I *do* hope Saith rises soon, that's for sure."

Kayjay rolls her eyes and mutters to Auralia. "So does half my wing, and I feel sorry for her, to be honest."

Vira nods, "Siath will rise when she wants.."

Shadara narrows her eyes at Telinda as she stands back up, not saying another word, though her hands to curl into claws as Saith's bellows from outside get louder. Kayjay earns one of her narrow eyed gazes as well.

Nafai continues to eat his late supper in the far corner of the hall, attention buried in a packet of hides, likely sent from the smithcrafthall.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << Shut up Saith, you're hurting my head >>

N'all nods to Telinda, "She's already in trouble for disbeying an order." He booms over to Shadara, "You heard the weyrwoman. You are to report in the morning for your duties. At sunrise, in exercise clothes, I'll have a backpack ready for you."

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Iesath, sweetly: << You should try rising, Saith! Then, no one tells you what to do! >> Her voice glows with the radiance of one newly risen herself.

Telinda nods, leaving Shadara standing, smiling at the other weyrlings, and then heading back to the table, "Sorry about that. Now, where were we?"

Imara suddenly remembers what she was going to say. "Well, any of the blues or greens will be fine, really. They're naturally the best. However, I would like T'hren, and either Taranian or Taelyn."

Uinn leans over from the windowsill murmuring to whomever is nearest, "Makes me glad I get -chipper- when I'm proddy"

Taranian swallows at Telinda's extreme change of pace, then just sits back in her chair, looking quite surprised, though staying quiet.

L'mir Sends Telinda a gorgeous smile, or at least he thinks it is. "You were going to mark all my choices down as approved?"

Kayjay carefully gathers Karel into her arms.

Telinda blinks at L'mir, "I might be blonde L'mir, but I'm not stupid."

"There's something caught in your teeth, L'mir" Aithne notes after considering him for a moment.

Kayjay hands over the scrap of hide with Firedance's wish list. "We would be most happy if the weyrleadership would consider our small and paltry list of weyrlings, Telinda."

Telinda grins at Aithne, "It's his ego, can't swallow it!" she remarks.

Shadara just remains standing, still gazing at Telinda with narrowed eyes, never saying a word to N'all. Her hands remain curled into those near claws as she stands with her shoulders straight.

Vira chuckles..

Auralia, still rolling her eyes, comments, "Telinda; I'm sure Kat can convince you of our needs, but I'll allow us to loose one or two, if we must. I understand that other wings do have needs, as well, of course."

N'all stands up, "I need to get back to the barracks."

N'all walks toward the Courtyard.

Imara grins at Telinda, her whole body shaking as she tries to contain her laughter.\

Telinda reaches out for the hide that Kayjay's handing her, and nods, "We'll let you know our decision!" A wink is sent Imara's way.

L'mir's hand immediately reaches up to his mouth. "Really?" he asks, brows knit, then Tel's comment sinks in, and he backs up, scowling, leaning against the wall.

Taelyn remains seated, just listening for now. After all, that's all she can do, isn't it?

Taranian just bites her lower lip, keeping quiet as she watches Telinda, though her eyes dance with laughter.

Kayjay swallows something of her own and looks down at her son in arms, then rises to her feet. "Are we about finished?

Uinn winks across at L'mir. "Could be worse L'mir," she says rather cryptically.

T'hren tilts his head at Aithne's words curiously, regarding L'mir. "It might be greens, sir. They were really good at dinner tonight," he remembers a bit nostalgically, his tummy rumbling audibly. He quiets again, then, to smile shyly at the various reports.

Kayjay hmms, looking down again. "Someone is hungry." A faint blush "And someone is quite full."

Kayjay strides over to the Courtyard.

Telinda grins and nods at Uinn, "Aye, the whole wing could be pregnant, including the men!" she adds, gathering up the other hides from Wingleaders. "Thank you weyrlings for you assistance this evening. If you have any questions, now is the time to ask, though we can't promise to grant anything."

Aithne nods solemnly to Telinda. "Could be." Only the amusement edging through her tone giving her away. She glances over at T'hren then indicates the food tables with in inclination of her head. "Wouldn't due for you to starve and lose any of that muscle, now would it?"

Taranian shakes her head at Telinda, still looking somewhat shocked at the night's happenings.

Taelyn clears her throat before asking earnestly, "So who's wings are we on, anyway?"

L'mir watches Telinda with canine-eyes, one who's just had his favorite bone extracted. He sighs, then glances toward Uinn briefly. "Greens? Moonsweep needs more greens? Whatever for?" he asks T'hren.

Uinn laughs merrily at Telinda's comment and waves a finger, "Tsk -- can't assume it's all L'mir's fault either."

Imara bites her lip and takes a deep breath, finally able to stop laughing. She sits quietly and watchest the weyrlings.

Vira grins at Taelyn, "you'll find out in a bit.. The great and mighty Weyrleaders have to decide if they're going to grant the delusions of our wingleaders ;)"

Telinda grins at Uinn, "I'm not" she adds, and nods in agreement with Vira, "K'tor will need to look over these requests, then a lot of shuffling will happen."

Vira says "the last time.. I think we got 1 of the people on our list.."

"Muscle?" T'hren tugs at the front of his jacket briefly to peer into it, then bcack up in affected bemusement. "-Where-?" he wonders of Aithne before grinning, and then shakes his head at L'mir. "No, sir, not green dragons. Green food. Tasty stuff," he explains, then smiles at Cieria. "Want something while I'm up?"

Taelyn nods and rises, snapping off a salute to Telinda. "Thank you." That said, she walks out, presumably to relax.

Taelyn strides over to the Courtyard.

Auralia crosses her arms in front of her again, hesitates, and then stands, calling out her farewells: "Much as I'd love to stay and chatter, I've things to do, and people to pummel." Did she say that outloud? "Good night!"

You walk over to the Courtyard.

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