You walk over to the Courtyard.

T'las blnks again. "Yes," he says to C'ley. There, that solved everything, right?

Is that a Kayjay blush I see before me? Quite possibly, and as such, it draws Auralia closer as she ambles her way through, shoes off, and toes wiggling. "What a lovely evening, don't you think?" Oh, and, "Hi!"

Eirene is a bit glassy-eyed, trying to pick apart C'ley's last rambling contribution to her confusion.

Kayjay looks up at a new voice, my savio..oh. "Hello Weyrsecond, good evening." Turning to C'ley, she explains. "T'las has a weyr and to be honest, I don't think I have seen this young lady before. So I don't know where she lives."

"Well cool and well I hope you two have fun having fun 'cause well fun is cool and so I mean are you going to go to her place or your place 'cause well I mean i am talking to T'las now 'cause well I mean to say which ones place are you two going to have fun at?" says C'ley before waving greeting to Auralia.

Auralia wrinkles her nose, and pauses, head shaking. "Aura, Kayjay. Auralia, if you must. Friends don't let friends be titled." Or as far as she knows. "Who is going to whose place? Have I missed something? Um, duh?

T'las adds in his 'huh?' to the group. "She wants to get back to her cot," he explains to the air.

Kayjay hisses discretely, or so she hopes, in C'ley's direction. "You don't ask questions like that..." Speaking a bit louder, the brownrider continues. "T'las and his friend here, seem to be lost."

Eirene looks to T'las for help again, utterly lost. Her voice is rather pitiful as she asks, "Is that where we're going?"

SW Landing Field> Jack flies over from the Northern Weyrs.

C'ley turns to Kayjay and asks "Why not 'cause well I mean it is importan 'cause well I mean if they need help to goto T'las's place well that means that we have to take them to a different place 'cause well I mean it is important where they go 'cause well it is 'cause it is."

Auralia blinks, and replies blankly, "T'las is taking this young person whom I don't know of---hi, and all that by the way, person I don't know--back to his Weyr? Ah." She shakes her head, straggly bits of hair flopping about her face. "I'll shut up, really I will."

T'las blinks one giant blink at everyone. "She wants to go back to her cot," he repeats. Maybe they aren't listening?

Kayjay shrugs. "I really don't know, they both stumbled out of the weyrhall saying they were lost. I don't know how I would get lost, just from the hall to here, only a few yards, really."

Eirene shakes her head, nearly overbalancing. "'S helping me get back t'the cottage." She smiles a bit hesitantly at Auralia and adds, "I'm Eirene."

"Oh are you a resident 'cause well I mean to say is just well I mean to say is that well you can't have male people with you when you are there 'cause ell I mean if you are where I think you are 'cause well I mean to say is that well I think you two should goto T'las's weyr instead 'cause well I do unless you want to goto the steam baths 'cause well it is cool to have fun there too I mean 'cause well it is 'cause well I mean right Kayjay?"

Auralia's face brightens: she knows what's going on! Well, maybe. "Well met, Eirene! I'm Auralia. And--" She peers about, adding, "The cottages are that way? Surely...Oh, whatever."

T'las looks around at the faces gathered. "-She- wants to get back to -her- cot." This such a huge problem to figure out, you non-drunken people?

Eirene blinks at C'ley again, uncomprehending. She's still trying to unravel his statement when Auralia's words distract her, "Hmmm? That way? 'Kay. Thank you!" And she sounds extremely grateful, even if it's wrong, it's a direction, and maybe they can escape!

Kayjay shakes her head in blushing misery then looks up, pointing in the direction of the gardens. "Just out that way. That is home. And, err, your cottage is that way, I meant."

Kayjay sighs and says in a very soft voice. "I am sure no one is interested in what goes on in the steam baths, C'ley, really."

"Well I am just giving them advice 'cause well I mean they can't have fun at her place so well they have to find someplace else and well I know of another place where they can have alot of fun 'cause well you can have fun there 'cause you can so I mean why not say that 'cause well I mean it is better to be helpful 'cause well I mean we had fun there 'cause we did." says C'ley.

Kayjay shuts up, yep, she is already as pink as she can get, or so she thinks and so she just shuts up.

Eirene takes a shaky step in the direction of the gardens, trying -not- to hear anything further. "My head hurts..."

T'las sorts out some of C"ley's one long sentence with no punctation. "What, no, not fun, her cot, she wants to sleep..."

"Oh no fun 'cause well I mean why not 'cause well I mean you said that you was goingt o have fun and well she is cute and you are you and well I mean to say is well I mean you two are not going to have fun 'cause well I mean oh 'cause well I thought you two where 'cause I did." says C'ley confusedly.

Auralia comments, quietly, towards Eirene, "Go sleep. And ignore C'ley; he doesn't mean anything by it, really." She stands a little straighter, toes wiggling.

Kayjay smiles at Eirene. "If you like, I can help you, get to your cottage?"

Eirene can feel her cheeks burning as some of this chatter about fun and being cute penetrates her befuddlement. "I think I will. Sleep, that is. I need to." After a moment she orients to the sound of Kayjay's voice, then smiles a little. "It's not far, is it? I think I can make it..." She pulls herself up a little straighter--well, she tries.

T'las looks around at the group, confused. "Who's going where?"

Eirene takes a step away from T'las, still holding onto him for balance. "I'm going to bed. Where're you going?"

C'ley turns to Auralia and then says "Not mean anything by what 'cause well I mean to say is that just well I mean well I eman I am just trying to help 'cause well I mean I like to help people 'cause well it is better to help people and not to help people so I mean i am trying to help."

Uinn walks over from the lush, Lakeside Meadow.

Kayjay pops off her perch. "I can help you, really, I don't mind at all, its only a few yards. I have helped a few others into bed in the same manner."

Uinn saunters through whistling softly to herself. She pauses as she notes a rather _large_ crowd of folk. She peers at them blearily, after all she did drink rather a lot of wine earlier.

T'las looks over at Eirene. "Where'am I going? I dunno..." Guess he never thought to that part.

Auralia just shakes her head C'ley-wards, motioning towards Kayjay with one hand, "Good idea." See, sehd oes have -some- sense. "T'las should probably go to his weyr, too."

Uinn leans against a convenient tree-trunk to eye the shenanigans. "Hmmm." she remarks to no one in particular.

Kayjay waves as she spots Uinn.

T'las just stands there looking confused and drunken.

Long distance to C'ley, T'las, Kayjay, Uinn, and Auralia, Eirene cries! Damn cat!

Auralia turns her head towards T'las, considering him with head cocked. "You're not going to go to bed, then? Seems like a good idea to me." Unspoken comment: will we have to drag you there? Well, possibly.

Uinn shakes her head. "Nothing much of anything. Just out for a bit of a walk to clear my head and cool off a bit." She eyes T'las and shakes her head. "He should be in bed. You might have to dump him in the lake first to get him in a condition to get to bed first though," she remarks philosophically.

T'las looks over at Uinn and waves off balance at her

"Oh hi Uinn 'ause well I mean well meet 'cause well I mean I am happy to see you and everything but well I mean why put him in the water 'cause well Im ean that would just wake somebody up I mean when you throw them in the water 'cause well that is what it does so I mean it would be just better to put them to bed I think."

Eirene hauls on T'las as he threatens to overbalance her as well. "Hey, careful."

Uinn follows C'ley's train of thought carefully in her own somewhat inebriated state. "Yes -- I see your point C'ley" she nods most seriously, considering T'las from head to foot.

Uinn says "You could always _carry_ him I suppose."

Eirene leans in to T'las's side again and whispers--or tries to whisper, at least, "Which way were we going, again?"

Kayjay hmms. "But throwing him in the water would be so .. much fun." Finally the brownrider perks up.

Auralia eyes T'las a moment, then glances back at Uinn, "You think it's possible? If he's so worried about getting people into bed --" So she really hasn't gotten the idea yet "-- then we could certainly take him back." Pause. "Water? Yes, water could be fun, too."

Uinn narrows her eyes slightly at Eirene and grins at Kayjay. "Wouldn't it just?"

T'las looks at Eirene, confsued, then at Kayjay. "Wait, we're going to water now?"

Uinn just blinks, completely straight-faced at the lot of them. "Whatever you like best T'las."

Eirene frowns, "This hardly seems like the time to go swimming."

Long distance to C'ley, T'las, Eirene, Uinn, and Auralia, Kayjay giggles at Eirene

From afar to C'ley, Kayjay, Eirene, Uinn, and Auralia, T'las says "We have to get drunk together more often ;)"

Kayjay hmms. "But it might help T'las think a bit clearer so we know where to put him. I mean, does anyone actually know where his weyr actually is?"

From afar to C'ley, T'las, Kayjay, Uinn, and Auralia, Eirene says " Get drunk and go for a stumble? ;)"

Uinn nods at Kayjay. "I do ... well sort of. If you find his weyrmate, I'm sure she could tell you too," she adds pointedly.

Auralia ums, thinking hard. "Up on the cliffs, if I'm correct in thinking. Nymath'd know, and be able to tell Iesath, or Suriath, or whoever."

"Yes 'cause well I mean all you have to do is talk to his lifemate 'cause well that is all you have to do and well I mean to say well I mean we don';t have to throw him in the water 'cause well if he wants to sleep then he should sleep and well I mean that way he can sleep."

Eirene responds to the only thing that made sense to her in that last barrage, "Hard to sleep in the water. You'd drown."

Uinn snorts. "You don't sleep in the water. You sober up a bit in the water so you can walk _yourself_ home."

T'las looks around some more, still that same drunk and confused T'las, like that is going to change anytime soon. "Kayla, where's Kayla?" he asks at Uinn's mentioning. "Swimming, I don't think swimming would be good either..."

Eirene looks around to see if anyone else has arrived, confused.

Kayjay snaps her fingers."Yes! Aren't you kind of weyrmated to Kayla or something?" She peers at the bluerider."Her cottage is off the garden clearing, I think!"

T'las nods slowly at Kayjay. "But she's prolly up in my weyr...." he says, vaguely pointing in some direction towards the ocean.

Eirene makes a leap of memory, "Garden? I'm going to the garden, aren't I?"

Auralia's looking fairly confused, but she decides, "Ah-hah. T'las' weyr is up on the cliffs. That's easy enough. We just need to get him up onto his dragon." Riiight.

Uinn nods "Yes -- that's the name. Kayla. You know where that is Kayjay?" She peers at T'las waverng finger. "Hrmmm."

Kayjay ponders as an aside."Well, she could be, if you put her up there and didn't give her a ride down."

Eirene frowns, "That wouldn't be very nice. You didn't leave her up there, did you, T'las?"

T'las blinks. "I dunno, she had to come down, she's assistant headwoman after all, she can't just stay up there..."

Uinn muses 'Onto his dragon ... that shouldn't be too hard. After all, there's a bunch of us."

Eirene nods, "Why'nt we just take him to her?"

Kayjay hmms. "Question is... where is she?"

Eirene pokes T'las in the side. "Well, where is she?" She considers that, then clarifies, "Usually, I mean."

T'las shrugs incoherently, if that's possible. "I dunno, she might be in her cottage now, if she's not in my weyr..."

Kayjay brightens. "Well, her cottage is in the same place the dormitories are, so we could get you both in bed."

Blond locks shake about Auralia's face as she turns her head, eyes rolling. "Egads. We'll never get a straight answer out of him. Someone want to get their lifemate to try Nymath? He might have -some- clue, anyway. All we need to do is get him into some bed."

Uinn shrugs her shoulders. 'Where do you _want_ to go T'las. We'll get you there." She sounds confident, though she stumbles slightly as she steps away from the tree.

Eirene smiles brightly at Kayjay, no doubt at the thought of making it to bed. "Let's go see, 'kay?"

Uinn makes a disgruntled noise and frowns, eyes going ... more unfocused.

Kayjay frowns slightly. "Err, Nymath isn't exactly the most cooperative of dragons, is he?"

Uinn shrugs "He and Em got a bit friendly the other night ... might work."

"No," Auralia breaths, sighing. Head nods towards Uinn, "Worth a try." Eyes to T'las: oh dear.

Eirene looks more than a little puzzled. "Nymath? Wha?"

T'las hmpfs at Kayjay. "Hey, Nymath is good...my dragon, the blue one? You ever meet him?" he asks Eirene.

Eirene shakes her head, curls bobbing wildly about her face. "Never. Never met any dragon, really. 'Cept when Uinn's tried to drown us."

Uinn eyes Eirene circumspectly "Emeleth, did not _try_ to drown anyone. I assure, it was completely acshi -- accidental." Darn, she slurred. Have to be more careful 'round the young'uns.

T'las grins at Uinn. "Accshidental? I thought she was aiming those waves..."

Eirene looks apologetic, "Sorry, Uinn. Didn' mean 'nything by it."

Uinn frowns at T'las and shakes her head. "Of course she wasn't," she mumbles under her breath "C'mon you big blue lump, drag your sorry bones over here."

Eirene looks over at Kayjay, still apologetic, "I don't suppose you could help me find my cot. I think T'las might be here a while, 'n I really wanna go t' bed."

Kayjay smiles softly. "Do follow me." WIth one backwards glance to the group, she shrugs, offering her arm to the young woman. "You might make it better this way."

Kayjay beams, calling out over her shoulder. "The ocean weyrs is where he lives. Nymath just confirmed it."

Eirene pats T'las on the shoulder and smiles, "Have a g'night. Was fun, and you didn' drop anythin' on me or anything." She grins and takes Kayjay's arm for support. "Thanks, I really appresh--appreci--thanks."

"Ocean Weyrs it is. Shall we take him on Nymath, or drag him onto Iesath, or Emeleth? They're smaller, so it might be easier.." Auralia shrugs, nodding after Kayjay, and turning back to Uinn, eyebrows raised, considering.

Uinn throws her hands up and grumbles slightly. "Right. Guess we'll do this the old-fashioned way." She takes two unsteady steps toward the bluerider, then gets her balance, throws and arm 'round his waist and then picks him up and throws him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Good thing T'las is short.

T'las just stands there., then is hefted. "Ohh, bye Eiren..." he says, looking at the ground. Oh, this bloddrush to the head, most uncomfortable.

Uinn stumbles slightly, then straightens. "Right," she says, huffing and puffing for breath and stomps after Kayjay muttering something about stupid young blueriders.

Auralia laughs. "That worked. Well done, Uinn. Where to?" She smiles, ever so sweetly, towards T'las.

T'las looks up and smiles. "Hey Aurali...how're you? Why are you standing crooked?" Or maybe that's just his angle.

Uinn pauses for a moment, getting new information from Emeleth. "Right" She changes direction, heading for the landing field.

Uinn strides over to the Landing Field.

Nymath rumbles at the sight. Carrying him? Oh no...

Uinn looks up at Nymath with some irritation "You gonna carry him _now_ you big useless sack of blue hide?"

"I'm not standing odd, you're just at an angle," Auralia explains, skipping after the pair, and nodding her head towards Nymath. "See? We're looking after him. Just like a posession, or something."

Emeleth rumbles quietly down at her rider. Perhaps an imprecation to calm down.

Nymath waddles over, rumbling and whuffling at the people. OF course he would carry him, he just -doesn't fit- in the courtyard.

Uinn grumps at Nymath as she gets an answer and lowers T'las to the ground with an effort.

T'las lets out a startled "Hey!" as he head knocks the ground. "Uinn, what're you doing?" he asks, looking at some feet.

Auralia giggles. "Relax, T'las. You're going to be fine. We're just taking you to bed."

Uinn looks about and shifts her grip slightly "Sorry T'las -- you may be small, but you're a mite _heavy_" She rolls her shoulder, grunting with the effort and drops T'las unceremoniously, but not ungently, to the ground.

T'las makes an effort to look around. "This isn't my weyr though."

Uinn puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head at T'las "I _can't_ get you up on your dragon you wherry-headed git. You're gonna have to do _that_ part yourself."

"We can push? You've got a cute behind." There goes Auralia: always thinking that way. Especially in the good mood she's in. "Just get up, and we'll take you there. Promise."

Cute behind? Really? He'll remember that later, for now, he just tries to stand up, unsuccesfully.

Uinn winks at Auralia "Sure we can push. That'll be fun, though I'm needing to get back to where I'm sleeping tonight" she says that most vaguely.

Auralia awws, head bobbing towards Uinn. "Must you? This could be fun--" Well, maybe. "Push we will, then. Because it doesn't look like he can stand." She eyes the bluerider, head shaking, "Maybe, next time, you won't drink so much? What head you'll have in the morning."

That mean you'll help T'las get up?

Uinn grins "I'll help you get him up there, but then I'll be off back to ... where I'm going."

Uinn reaches under T'las' arm and *hauls* away, lending him her shoulder for support.

Long distance to Auralia and T'las, Uinn needs to get to bed herself. The screen is starting to blur;)

Auralia wiggles her eyebrows, "Where -are- you going? Or do I not want to ask?" She grins, moving to follow Uinn, padding after the pair, and grabbing his other arm. "Okay."

Long distance to T'las and Uinn, Auralia snugs, then. Sleep well :)

T'las ouffs as he is hauled. "That my dragon?" he asks, seeing a blue blur in front of him.

Uinn shoots a look at Auralia and sighs, then says quietly "To a bronzer's weyr, if you must now. I left him sleeping, but I want to be there when he wakes up. I think this might be more than just flight sillies."

Long distance to Auralia and T'las, Uinn will put in a few more poses -- just letting you know that she's going to be moving a bit fast:)

Auralia ohs, and almost, but not quite, blushes. "Sorry. I pried. Good luck with him, then." Smile: obviously, she's already had her own visit to another rider's weyr tonight, too. "Yes, T'las. This is yours. Ready, and we'll push?"

Uinn helps Auralia drag T'las toward Nymath and sets her shoulder again. "Yup -- pushing time."

T'las nods his head. "Ok..."

Uinn gives a good shove on her side. Grunting again. T'las feels like ten sacks of firestone at this stage.

Auralia pushes, too -- can she help it if she thinks T'las' butt is cute? -- and upwards he goes. Well, sort of. Still heavy.

Uinn braces one foot against Nymath, sort of ... shimmying up his side herself, half pushing, half dragging T'las *up*.

T'las kind of pushes his arms up, grabbing for those neckridges. Why are they so far away? How inconvinient...

Uinn frowns slightly and calls down to Auralia "Hold him up with your hsoulders, I'm going up to pull him from up top."

Auralia eyes T'las, rolls her eyes, and keeps pushing. "Trying to," she notes, towards Uinn. "Ugh, this is hard work."

Uinn lets go and scrambles ... mostly nimbly up to Nymath's neckridges. She leans down and grabs T'las under the shoulders and *pulls* him up with Auralia pushing from beneath. This gives Aura _plenty_ of opportunity to get in a good feel of those cute bluerider buttocks.

Auralia woohoo! Er, ahem. She just laughs, pushing with two firmly muscled hands. Oooh...No, be good. "Heaveho!"

Yes, heaveho, T"las isn't going to do this himself, you know.

And Aura's not really about to let go right now. Oh, no, she's almost enjoying this. Maybe.

Uinn finally manages to haul enough of T'las body up over the ridges, that she can grab his leg and pull it over into a vague resemblance of a straddle. "Right. That's good enough I think" she calls out to Auralia. She grabs the riding straps and buckles T'las in, giving Nymath a thump on the shoulder. "You're all set old boy. Want to ride up with him Aura? Or shall we both go?"

Long distance to T'las and Uinn, Auralia smirks. Hah!

Auralia lets go, perhaps somewhat reluctantly, and shrugs her shoulders, commenting, "You wanted to get back to bed. Doubt I'll be needed back anytime soon. You go back, I'll make sure he gets up okay."

T'las just sits there slumped.

Uinn grins and slides down, Nymath's foreleg. She misses her landing though and tumbles into an undignified heap. She sits, blinking for a moment then laughs. "Yes, I do want to get back. Not much like the sight of a bronzer's bare behind in the moonlight."

T'las blinks at Uinn. "Who?" he blurbles out.

Auralia smirks, commenting wryly, "Or a brownrider...Or," eyes go back up to T'las, "a bluerider, even. C'mon, T'las, we'll get out of here."

Uinn laughs at the direction of Auralia's gaze and clambers to her feet. "Leave him in one piece Aura ... he's been on and on about Kayla you know ... and not wanting to spread himself around even if his blue flies a green." She lifts a hand in a wave and turns to ... weave ... back to ... parts unknown.

T'las gives a wave towards Uinn, or actually the ground. "Where are we going now, Aura?"

Auralia coughs. "I'll be good. Honest I will. What fun is there in bedding a drunken sod, anyway?" She waggles her fingers, laughing, "Have fun with your bronzerider!" She turns back to T'las, blinking, "We're taking you up to bed, T'las."

Uinn grins and saunters off whistling gaily. "Oh I already did ... and I will again ... 'night T'las!"

Uinn walks toward the Southwestern Weyrs.

T'las ohs, waving again at Uinn. "But this is Nymath, not my bed..."

Emeleth rumbles in disgust and settles down with one wing over her face. Not watching this fool no.

Auralia shakes her head, patting Nymath cautiously, just to be nice. "That's right. Your bed is up on the cliffs, so we have to fly you up there. On Nymath. Because you don't have wings."

[We get on Nymath, and end up in T'las' weyr]

You jump down from Nymath's back with the help of the straps and a kindly proffered foreleg.

T'las slumps down, a lot, and lands on the floor, looking at the ceiling.

Auralia heaves herself down, commenting, "Can you get down okay? Need me to, er, pu--No, maybe not. Urk, T'las, don't fall. It's stone..hard. You might hurt yourself." She sighs, leaning down to grab at his shoulders. "You're still heavy. Do I have to drag you?"

T'las blinks up at Auralia. "Hey, you're not Kayla." Quick one, isn't he? "Drag? nononon, help me up...."

Auralia nods her head, rather quickly. "Er, that's right, yes. I'm Auralia. Remember?" Pause. Sigh. She holds out her hands, gesturing, "Grab on."

T'las grabs and gives a semi-feeble attempt to get up, but he does get up, eventually. "WHere's Kayla?"

Auralia holds on to one of T'las' hands, just to make sure he doesn't go toppling off the edge of the leg, and shrugs, "I don't know. You couldn't tell us. But it's okay, we'll get you to bed and you'll be fine."

T'las ohs, tilting here and there, stumbling about until he comes to his bed. "Hey, this is my bed, why're you here with me?" he asks Auralia.

Auralia follows, slightly worried look on her face, and nods her head. "Er, yes. That would be your bed. You're going to lie down there, and sleep, because otherwise you'll make a mess or something." Pause. "I'm here to make sure you get to bed?" And there are so many other things she could say instead...

T'las oohhhhs and flumps down, sitting up on the bed. "Why do you have to make sure? I mean, you could've let me sleep....somewhere...." Uhh, yeah, that's it.

Auralia motions towards T'las' feet, "Need help getting your shoes off?" She adds, with a wry grin, "Do that for you? I think not. Wouldn't be very comfortable, and it seemed like the best thing, really."

Auralia adds, "Friends help each other." Friends? Really?

Awww, how sweet, friends? T'las looks at his boots, as if he'd never seen them before. "Ok," he says, kicking up one foot for her to undo.

Auralia moves back just enough to miss being hit in the nose (ouch!) and crouches to undo the knots, and pull at the boot. Is that a wrinkle of her nose? Anyone's boots would smell, after all.

T'las' boots do not smell thankyouverymuch. Don't know what that was, really. Ahem, the other foot now?

Auralia is just smelling her own feet then, probably. They do smell. Most likely. Except that they're bare right now. And the other foot: released from it's torturous boot-hold. "There. Now, get into bed."

T'las looks at where he's sitting. "I am."

Auralia rolls her eyes, pointing out, "Do you want me to undress you like a child, or just put you to bed as is?" She eyes him a moment, commenting, "You have to get -in-, you know. You're just on."

T'las ohs and strips off his shirt. Well, not really, because he manages to get himself stuck with one arm halfway out and the shirt haflway pulled over his head. How pathetic.

And Auralia's really giggling now. "Oh, no. Better let me help." She stands, then sits on the bed, pulling and pushing to yank that shirt off. "There. See."

T'las shakes his head, which is a -really- bad idea, since hr grabs the edge of the bed to steady himself as he leans forward. "THanks," he mumbles, slowly righting himself and trying to give Auralia one of his best smiles.

Auralia smiles back -- and hers is unsallied with wine, so it's halfway decent -- "You're welcome. Careful, there, though. Swing about, maybe? Just gently."

T'las blinks, there you had to go and use words. "Swing about...?"

Auralia stands again, motioning, "Lie down properly on the bed, so that your feet are at the end, and your head at the pillow?"

T'las does as instructed. "Like this?" he asks, serious.

Auralia nods her head, just slowly, attempting to look patient, understanding, and really, really caring. "Like that. Now, I'll cover you up, and then you can--" Pause, "Sleep."

T'las nods his head, smiling. "Ok," he drawls out.

Auralia smiles, pulling at the bed coverings, attempting to cover T'las. Finally, she looks satisfied, and steps back. "There you go. All done. Sleepy time, I guess."

T'las sighs. "I guess," he repeats, fumbling with the covers a little.

"You guess what?" Auralia frowns, curiously, "Don't you want to sleep?"

T'las shrugs. "Nooo," he says, looking around like a hyper child.

Auralia ohs. She never did ask him if he wanted to go to bed. "So what do you want to do, then?"

T'las shrugs again, remaining silent.

Auralia emits a sigh, sinking onto the bed, and sitting there. "You're not much help, are you? Shall I leave, and let you entertain yourself? As long as Nymath makes sure you don't walk onto the ledge."

T'las shakes his head to the first question, and the second question, moving to sit up a little. "What can I do by myself here..." Besides make himself dizy and fall over.

"I don't know. What can you do?" Auralia shrugs, sitting up a little straighter. "Up to you."

T'las blinks in thought. "What do you wanna do?" he asks, giving another smile.

Auralia's no better at making decisions, it must be said. "Um...I don't know."

Maybe, but T'las is dead drunk, so what does that say about Auralia? Anyways, T'las doesn't say anything, he just moves his hand to cover hers.

Auralia's just Auralia. Enough said. She eyes his hand, then eyes his, er, eyes. Says nothing.

And since she said nothing, T'las just moves a tad bit closer.

And look at Auralia, still saying nothing. Smiling, too. Maybe. He has a cute butt, after all. A really redeaming feature.

T'las has a redeaming feature? Well, even if it is his butt, it's still a redeaming feature. Anyways, T"las just closes the rest of the gap and kisses Auralia.

Woohoo! Or something. Auralia just smiles, and kisses back. Even if he is drunk, And younger than her. And her former Wingleader's younger brother.