Auralia:

This young woman wears the simple uniform of a Southern Weyr Weyrling -- a tunic and breeches in the weyr colours with either boots or sandals, depending on what she is doing. It is obvious that she doesn't care much about what she wears, the way she holds herself with a relaxed air, not bothering to settle or smooth the tunic, or iron wrinkles from the breeches. Her clothes are worn, obviously she takes as little time as possible to look after them, and the boots or sandals are scuffed and worn.

A simple knot sits on her shoulder, a strand of Green through it indicating that she is a Southern Weyr Weyrling Greenrider, a further question stating that her lifemate is Iesath.

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Tahliq strides over from the Candidate Barracks.

Auralia's ambling about, dejectedly. Iesath's just glowing. "Is she proddy? Am I? Oh shards, I don't know!"

Tahliq goes to remove her cloak and gives it a good shake, so that she raises a nice cloud of dust. Soon, she puts it back on and eyes the woman. Ah! Yes, it is that one woman. She quirks her lips into an amused grin. "Good evening again. Auralia. Wasn't it?"

"I -think- so. Or am I supposed to think I'm someone else, then?" The greenrider -- weyrling? -- frowns, adding, "Hi. And you were Tahliq, yes? I do know you. Remember you. So I can't be proddy, right?"

Xetsa strides over from the Candidate Barracks.

Tahliq shrugs her shoulders, and says. "Whatever. Maybe you are proddy. Maybe you ain't." Whatever proddy is. She sure the heck doesn't know. "Why don't you ask yourself. What does it mean to be proddy. Then, uh.. ask yourself if your like that?" She tuckes some hair behind her ear.

Xetsa quietly closes the barracks door shut then hides amongst the shadows.

Auralia shakes her head, responding quickly, "Oh, but no. See, Proddy can be any number of things. Tossing plums -- I'll have to try that one next, I think -- and anything like that. So I could be like it, but I could not be. I don't think I am a weyrling, but I had to try. Just in case." She glances at Xetsa, managing a vague nod.

Tahliq shakes her head in vague amusement at all of this. "Well, are you tossing plums? No.. and I do believe you are more than a Weyrling. Could be wrong." She shrugs. "Why worry about it? Why not just have fun or enjoy yourself or something?"

Auralia doesn't look amused, to be sure. More worried: "Well, no. I can't enjoy myself, because if I'm proddy, I'm going to do a whole range of silly things, like try to search candidate with a mop, although I swear I never did that anyway. They tell me I did. And that I pretended to be an old auntie. So I should be worried. "

Tahliq stares at Auralia. Okay this is just much to strange. "If you say so. We could always pretend we are wherries as well. Sound fun?" Dry humor, she smirks a bit and goes over towards the woman. "Or perhaps you should sit down and rest."

"Wherries?" Aura's voice is vague. "Yes, that might work. It's not something we've done before, but it might be possible." She glances up, "How does one act like a wherry, anyway?" Her head shakes, "No, sitting down and resting never does it, I don't think. That's fairly normal."

Tahliq reaches a hand up to rub at the back of her head. Yes this is just a bit to wierd even for her tastes. She just sort of stands there, helplessly.

Auralia frowns, looking slightly sulky. "No ideas? Shall we ask someone else, then? I think Iesath would enjoy it, wouldn't you?" She looks at one of the trees, smiling brightly. "Yes, I think you would." The green -- who is sitting on the -other- side of the field, snorts endearingly. "Sorry, love. But I thought maybe I had to think of you as something else. And the trees seemed to work fine."

Tahliq still just sort of sits there dumbfounded. This *really* is off the deep end. She nods though for lack of anything else to do. "Sure. If you want to do that.." She ventures, in a careful tone.

"I don't, really," Auralia admits, turning her gaze back towards Tahliq. "But I don't see how else I'm going to figure out if I'm proddy or not, and what I'm supposed to be doing."

Tahliq goes to place her hands firmly to Auralia's shoulders if she can. "Ask yourself this. Is this what you *normally* do?" She shakes her head. "Because you seem... Erm. Proddy? To me."

Auralia's shoulders are duly covered with hands. She blinks, eyeing Tahliq with a frown. "No, it isn't. Because I'm not usually proddy -- or supposed to be proddy. But I don't -feel- proddy. Not at all." She frowns, "You think? Oh dear."

Tahliq nods her head firmly. "Yes and I am an expert on it." Hey, whatever works. Right? - She chuckles slightly. "So I pronouce you proddy, and quite so. Now you can work on the healing process." She pauses and considers. "Or whatever comes next."

"The flight," Aura adds, dully. "But it's too soon -- unless I've been proddy for days, and days, and days. And I still don't feel proddy." The green is eyed, carefully, "Does she look as though she's about to fly?"

Tahliq turns and goes to look at the green. She raises her gloved hand to her chin and acts as if really considering this. "Oh yes, she looks really close. Oh my. Any time now, as well. Can you imagine that? You must've been proddy for days." She drawls.

Auralia sinks towards her knees. "No. I'm too tired for this. Oh shards." She glances up at Tahliq, eyeing her carefuly, "Do you think she'll blood any time now, then? Like -- are you hungry, Iesath?" The green rumbles. Snort.

Tahliq glances down towards Auralia, and goes to help pull the rider back up to her feet. "Tired? Tired? Is.. being proddy, really tiring?" Oh dear! There goes her facade! Better fix it. "Beee--cause, sometimes it is and isn't. You see." Whew. Good save.

Auralia shakes her head, voice dull. "No -- not usually. I just don't wanna have her fly, now. 'fall already, and now this." She eyes Iesath again: "You will -not- rise. Not now, not ever." The green rumbles again; of course she won't.

Tahliq looks to the green as well, and murmers. "Honestly, I don't know. I've never experienced it." Obviously. "But, isn't it better to accept it. Then fight it?"

Iesath snorts. Aura eyes her, then eyes Tahliq. "I guess so. But I just don't wanna do it. Do you understand? It's like-- the worst thing, honestly. It's horrible."

Xetsa walks over from the Southern Courtyard.

Tahliq goes to sit down and settle beside the rider. "Is it? Why don't you tell me what it's like. What it's all about? Honestly I don't understand. But maybe if I did. I could help?" She shrugs her shoulders. She isn't normally a helpful person. But one has to have a few friends.

Xetsa walks down the path clutching a mug of klah in one hand and a meatroll in another, "Evening everbody."

Auralia slumps, sitting on her folded legs with a wave of a sigh. "Hi, Xetsa. Be warned; Iesa's going to go up." She glances up at Tahliq, sighing again. "She starts getting mean, and then she goes and bloods lots of animals. So do a lot of male dragons. And then--" she gulps, "they start staring at me, and they all fly, and the one that catches her is her mate. And their rider is mine." She slumps further.

Xetsa looks at her food, night shirt then the rider, "Is it going to be as bad as a gold flight?" She pads over to the join the pair.

Tahliq blinks, and says. "You mean, they forcibly take you? Why not.. lock yourself away or something. How utterly," She catches herself. That wouldn't help Auralia. "Well.." She begins, in an understanding tone. ".. I can see why you don't like it."

Auralia shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know. I only know my part of it." She watches Tahliq, explaining, "The thing is, once the flight starts, and she's caught, I want it too. Because Iesath does. And I don't like that. Not at all." Whimper. "I don't want to be proddy. I still don't feel proddy, but if you say I am, I must be."

Tahliq kindly suggests. "When you know she is going to rise you can just take a dose of fellis and knock yourself out and stay away? Then you don't have to deal with that? I mean, it seems.. wrong to force you to be with someone you don't want to."

Auralia stands, nodding her head. "I think -- I think that's a very good idea. Come on; we'll do it now." She starts heading towards the Courtyard, and the infirmary beyond it. "A very good idea. Why didn't I think of that? I guess a proddy mind can't."

You walk toward the flagstoned Southern Courtyard.

Tahliq strides over from the lush, Lakeside Meadow.

Iesath> Xetsa hrmms, "This can't be good." She tags along.

Xetsa walks over from the lush, Lakeside Meadow.

Kayjay walks over from the Landing Field.

Xetsa quietly follows along not to far from Tahliq and Auralia while munching on a meatroll and holding a mug of klah in the other.

Auralia sort of runs in, mumbling something about the infirmary, fellis, and Iesath rising. "But I'm still not proddy!" She's dressed, too, in what appear to be really, really old weyrling uniform-style clothes, that don't fit.

T'las ummms, waiting for Leo's answer and turns and sends a wave and confused look to everyone. Especially Aura.

Leonette frowns, and puts her little fists on her little hips. Okay, so her fists aren't that 'little'. Not anymore than you could say she was 'short'. "Nothing. I told you. He just acted a bit...overly friendly is all." She smirks. "Looked like a boiling spiderclaw, but still said some rather interesting things.."<re>

Kayjay walks across the courtyard, whistling softly. She blinks, staring at Auralia and hits her forehead with the heal of her palm. Oh so casually, the brownrider drawls. "Evening all."

Xetsa calls out to Auralia, "Hey!" of course she could be calling out to anybody. Klah slops about in her mug. "Fardles." Xetsa takes a long sip nearly emptying the mug.

Tahliq nods her head, and follows after Auralia. Helpful, you see. She nods her head to the others quietly.

T'las ummms and nods to Leo. "You can tell me later," he mutters, turning around to Aura. "What's with the uniform?" Guess he didn't hear her mutter earlier.

Leonette sighs, and rolls her eyes. He wants to know. She told him. Sigh. Sometimes these people are so hard to figure out. Eyes flit to Auralia, and she grimaces, backing away a few steps. Time to make a nice, discreet exit..

Auralia steps towards the infirmary again, noting seriously, "Fellis. So I won't have to sleep with anyone, when she rises." She nods again, for emphasis. "The uniform? I need to be proddy, because Iesath is. I thought -- but it's not right. I'm not proddy like this. I might try throwing plums next."

Kayjay blinks and blinks again. "Huh? Fellis? You saw a healer about that, right?"

T'las blinkblinks.

Tahliq looks to Kayjay, and helpfully says. "So doesn't want to be violated again. So I suggested that she might take fellis so she doesn't have to be awake when her green rises. After all, I agree that being forced to sleep with someone is a horrendous thing. Your.. raped."

T'las blinks. "Uhh, if she isn't awake her green doesn't fly."

Kayjay stares at Tahliq. "That -isn't- true. Not at all. You are one with your dragon. The joy and pleasure your dragon feels, you feel. It is an -enjoyable- thing, not a rape." She looks horrified at the suggestion of fellis. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? If her green rises and she is not awake to handle her,she can *between* and never come back!"

Leonette hmms, and stares. This is just...strange. Yes. Even stranger than normal. And /that/ is strange...

Kayjay is given a long look. Healers? Pah. "Exactly, T'las. That's the idea." She's not thinking right; don't blame her for anything. She smiles weakly. "It's horrible, horrible, I tell you. I won't, I don't want to."

[That was me -- distracted, and forgot to include my name.]

Tahliq rubs the back of her head. "Well, what about afterwards?" She asks of Kayjay. "Do you still enjoy knowing you did it afterwards? Auralia here, seems to feel really badly about it. Just ask her, yourself."

T'las looks over at Aura. "I see, so the weyrsecond has decided to not be a rider anymore, huh? What happened to the Auralia that told me she preferred females in bed?" he taunts.

Kayjay blinks at Tahliq. "I am a brownrider. I have gone through Flights. I know what I am talking about .." Again she blinks at Auralia. "Yes, healer. You cannot take Fellis without the healers approval."

Xetsa blinks then quietly joins the little gather. Oooh, that little tidbit is stored away. Eyes go wide, klah mug is let loose, it's loop still has a finger through it, the contents of the mug are spilled and meatroll is dropped, it falls to the ground with a light thud. Her look goes from Kayjay to T'las then to Auralia...Now this is interesting. Hmmm, maybe she needs to talk with Aura...later.

Tahliq steps back and shrugs her shoulders. "Look, I didn't know about all this. I'm sorry. I was just trying to be helpful." She lifts her hands up in a defensive manner. "So, don't think I'm trying to do anything mean.. or what not." She looks to Auralia then.

Auralia whimpers. "YOu're all being horrible. I don't know. I just don't know. It seemed right. It seemed--" She turns, running. The poor thing. She's confused, see. Is she proddy? Is she not?

You walk toward the Landing Field.