You amble inwards to the Weyrleader's Office.
J'van is sitting at his desk sipping klah out of a very nice looking mug that he cradles in one hand, his eyes on something before him.
Ilesyn knocks on the wall, before she steps in properly, her hands drawn back into the pockets of her faded, rather patched, jacket.
J'van looks up at the knock, and smiles faintly "Hello, Ilesyn. Got my note?" he inquires politely, indicating a chair "Have something to drink - I've expanded my stock to include something other than klah." He indicates the side table, with a few pitchers and glasses.
Ilesyn inclines her head forward, evidently an affirmative, and strides towards the sidetable, where she fills her glass with juice, sniffing at it once, before she carries it - lazily, though she doesn't quite manage to tip it far enough to spill in the process - towards a seat. "Thank you."
J'van watches you as you settle. "You are most likely wondering why I asked you here today - or perhaps not." He fiddles with a small object on his desk. "It's been several months now since graduation, and Jalis and I were hoping you might be ready to join a fighting wing." He takes a sip of his klah. "Now that you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, that is, and see it doesn't have to be as life threatening as it might seem.."
"Please." The word comes out almost garbled, and Ilesyn looks abashed. "That is," she adds, in a more considering tone, "I think I'd far rather kill myself in threadfall than die of boredom in Aurora." She draws her glass to her mouth, holding it with both hands, and nods.
J'van laughs softly "It does get boring, doesn't it? I'd imagine Nallath has something to say about it too..." He murmurs. "Certainly Aurora is much safer - but there is no challenge, really, no excitement ...and even there if you are careless there is the potential of injury. I don't consider you a careless person, however, Ilesyn - I'd be proud to have you in Storm, but I really think that Dawn could use another brown team to fill out their numbers. Would that be acceptable?"
It's unusual for Ilesyn's expression to turn quite so relieved, but it does, and she joins with it a - very - rapid nod. "I would find that perfectly acceptable, Weyrleader." She sets her glass back down upon her lap, adding, "And thank you." Imagine that - she's learned how to be - somewhat - polite.
J'van manages to hide his surprise at your complacence and....politeness. "Well, that's settled then. Here is your knot - I'll let Shoshana know to expect you, Ilesyn, and to make sure she gets you set up on her roster for drills and sweeps and such. Tell me." He pauses for a second "Was it just the boredom that has made you decide this is a move you wish to make?"
Ilesyn accepts the knot, drawing one of her hands away from her glass, then sets the knot within her pocket, nodding. "Thank you," she repeats. With a shrug - perhaps that's an attempt at mock caring - she adds, "Mostly. I don't do well with being bored, Weyrleader, and, as I said, I'd rather put myself in danger than spend the rest of my life bored out of my mind."
J'van chuckles "Well, boredom woudl drive me to it, agreed." He murmurs. "On the other hand, this will open up new avenues to explore with your mindhealing and researches, hmm?" he points out, then snaps his fingers "Ah! Before I forget. Have you met Oriana as yet?" is wondered. "You know, that strange little thing M'ial found wandering about."
Ilesyn's nose immediately wrinkles at mention of Oriana, and nods. "We've met. The Weyrwoman requested that I do some work with her, though I've not done so as yet -- I haven't seen her since that first time, when she was covered in fur and quite the little horror."
J'van grins "I missed that, myself." And he doesn't seem at all disappointed, either. "She seemed to have some issues the other night - K'dir was concerned because she suddenly became terrified at the thought of Thread.." He shrugs "I echo Jalis' suggestion - you might see if you can see what the cause of her terrors are, if you've the inclination. It is not an order, however, just a thought. She's actually emerging from her shell quite nicely, however, from what I've been able to glean. She's cleaned up fairly well, too."
Ilesyn's expression indicates dubiousness, though she nods. "I'll see what I can do, when I get the chance - between the rest of my duties. It isn't as though time is something I'll have /oodles/ of, and I have other, previous patients to deal with, as I can." She draws her glass to her lips again, and, once she's swallowed, she adds, "If she's been on her own, it's no wonder that she's terrified of thread, though, to be honest."
J'van grins "None of us have oodles of time. As I said, if you have a chance to observe her, fine. If not, I'm sure she will develop as well as possible and perhaps confide her fears to someone she feels comfortable with." He shrugs, then reaches for his klah mug again. "Though you are right - from her history, I'd say she'd been wandering for a while. I'm surprised she survived, young as she is."
"Fair enough," agrees Ilesyn, bobbing her head into a nod. "I'll see what I can do." Wrinkling her nose, the Mindhealer-rider notes, "Speaking from the perspective of being trader-born, there's ways to do it, but you have to actually know the ways, before you can do them. It more than surprises me, to be honest. I'd like to know her secret - though she didn't seem all that intelligent, when I saw her that time."
J'van nods "I think it was more luck than anything else, to be honest - and there is indication that she had parents about somewhere..." He shrugs. "As for intelligence, it isn't for me to say. But she opens up a bit every day, according to my sources, and she is learning to speak quite quickly - it was as if she had not spoken for so long, she forgot how. Or something like that."
Ilesyn smiles a crooked smile, showing dirty teeth, "All of us had parents at one point, Weyrleader." Again, she inclines her head forward, shoulders shrugged in a languid motion, "So it may be. I suppose I'll find out, won't I."
J'van smiles "You will if you wish to.." he murmurs, and lifts his mug to take a sip of klah, almost spitting out a mouthful as Rasnauth gives him some unexpected information. Recovering from a choking fit, he gasps. "Sorry about that. Rasnauth just said something...he must have gotten it wrong..." a look of disbelief no his face, he shakes his head "He just said my sister is in the caverns looking for me."
Ilesyn's brows lift, vaguely, but she nods quickly, setting her unfinished glass down upon the desk in front of her, rising to her feet. "I'll leave you to go discover whether your lifemate is lying to you or not, then, Weyrleader. Thank you."
J'van just shakes his head again "I'm too surprised to move, I think - no, I'm not. Want to come with me? I might need some moral support if it turns out to be a perfect stranger, or the wrong sister - or Faranth forbid, my mother." Shudder. He grins. "I'll understand, however, if you leave me to my fate."
"I-- oh, why not," says Ilesyn, after a pause, hands dug back into her pockets - one of them, apparently, wrapped about the knot already stored there. "I like to see people put on the spot. Their reactions are fascinating."
J'van laughs, but shakily "Well, I'm glad I can provide entertainment...." He murmurs, getting to his feet and moving towards the door. "Here goes nothing."
Ilesyn smirks, as she follows. "I always try."
J'van walks off outwards to the Weyrleader's Ledge.
You amble outwards to the Weyrleader's Ledge.
You amble eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.
Sylural keeps looking under tables.
Oriana props an elbow on the table and rests cheek against drooped over hand, of course there's a smile on her face. "Pretty name. Juuna." The other arm comes up on to the table and just lays there like a slug. "I ... Pretty doll. How old?" From the corner of her eye the girl spots the movement of Sylural but doesn't yet inquire as to what the other girl is doing.
J'van strides into the caverns, Ilesyn at his heels, summoned by an exceedingly odd message from Ransauth by Sylviath. His eyes flick around the large room, perhaps seeking out the reason for his sudden appearance.
Tristevan looks over at Sylural, "What are you doing?" Orella smiles, "She is one year old. You want to hold her?" She holds out her little doll. T'ren smiles at his children and gives a respectful nod to J'can, "Hello WL J'van."
Emma flashes a smile at Oriana before her attention shifts back to K'dir. "Ah, well, it's not his fault, really." J'van is spotted and while she nearly gasps at the changes in her brother, the girl does recognize him. She, however, has grown a lot since she last saw the bronzerider. "J'van...?"
Ilesyn follows hard on J'van's heels, apparently entirely amused -- especially once she notes Emma, and her immediate recognition of the bronzerider. A smirk crosses her face, and she digs her hands deeper into her pockets, one of them clasping something small within.
Sylural looks up from her searching, and frowns. "Momma's missing. I can't find her anywhere." She goes back to looking under tables, concentrating on the back corner of the room.
T'ren looks at the girl, "Oh...your mama is missing? Who is your mama?"
J'van stops short as he hears his name, the question in it, and stares at the young girl, trying to figure out who she is. And then he blinks, his surprise clear. "Emma. It is Emma, isn't it?" he finally manages to ask, eyes running up and down the plump little figure. "You've grown up..." Of course, he hasn't seen her for 10 Turns. What did he expect?
K'dir slips away for a while...
K'dir walks off southeastwards to the darker inner cavern.
Ilesyn sidles away from J'van to go and serve herself a mug of cider from the table. With it in hand, she returns - though pauses a short distance away, hopping up onto the edge of a table, so that she can watch the expressions of both, a smirk on her face.
Oriana slowly reaches out for the girl's doll. Unable to fully reach it, Oriana partially stands on her seat and nearly flops over on to the table. With only a save by an agile hand. The other carefully takes the doll, "Th-ank you." Off the table and back on to her seat she goes. On to her seat she sits inspeacting the doll, "Very pretty doll."
Sylural gives T'ren a baffled look, and keeps looking. Under tables.
Emma can't help but giggle, "Yes. I have. Not as much upwards as I want and more than enough outwards." Stepping forward just a bit, she adds, "It has been a while. How've you been? I came--" Breaking off, she chews her bottom lip before she adds, "I came because just about three seven days ago, I found your letters at the bottom of Father's desk. I've about had it at home and decided on a vacation." She gives a cheeky grin, "So here I am."
Orella smiles as she watches Oriana play with her dolly, "Yes she is. Papa got her for me." T'ren looks back to the little girl, "Are you all right?"
J'van is ignoring Ilesyn's smirk, yes he is - and not hiding his stunned amazement at Emma's presence. He steps forward too, looking as if he'd hug the girl if she gave indication of being up for such, then grins. "Sounds familiar - the just up and leaving bit, at least....although...you say you just found my letters? I had thought you were upset with me for leaving so hastily and not saying goodbye - and all this time you didn't know I wrote." His smile fades and he frowns. "Typical of our sire, I think."
Lya ambles in from the inner cavern.
Oriana grins over the dolly at T'ren, "M..I'm fine." K'dir taught her that one. "You all right?" Taught her that too. Both hands play with each of the doll's arms. Androital movememnts almost mimic the moves that the doll's true owner has been seen doing.
Sylural looks near tears, and keeps searching under tables, muttering to herself. "Momma's gone. She's just vanished. And I don't know what to do..."
"What a /wonderful/ reuinion," calls Ilesyn - loudly, and sarcastically. "How sweet! Avila should be here, and she should include it in one of her romance scrolls -- not as the romance, of course, but as a sideplot."
Ashelyn comes in from the inner caverns, face bright pink with sunburn and freckled to boot. Her first stop is immediately at the serving tables where she pours herself a glass of water, resting it against her face for a minute as she turns to take a look at the goings on in the cavern.
T'ren turns his attetion from Sylural to Oriana, "That's good to hear. I am fine too." He turns back to Sylural and move sto need down by her. "Where did you last see your momma?"
Emma sighs a bit, "Yes, it is typical. I wasn't upset at you. In truth I envied you, I did. I've been paraded about before one dandy after another. I've gotten sick of it, so I did what you did. Only I know I have to go back and marry the dandy Father has picked out for me." Lips quirk a bit, "So..? Do I get a hug after all these years, Mr. Weyrleader?" Her eyes twinkle with a teasing glint. At the sarcastic words coming from Ilesyn's direction, Emma blinks, startled.
Sylural shakes her head at T'ren, still visibly upset. "I was playing cards with her, just earlier, and she helped me win, too. But now I can't find her, so I thought I'd look here, where I was playing." She says this as if it makes all the sense in the world.
T'ren nods to Sylural, "It will be all right. I will help you find your Momma. What is her name?"
J'van sends Ileysn a dirty look, then gives Emma the hug, as requested, squeezing her hard enough to perhaps break a few ribs if she weren't such a sturdy little thing. Setting her down again, he grins "Don't mind her, Emma - she's always sort of sour. Ilesyn, meet Emma. Emma, this is Ilesyn" He makes the introductions "It seems my sister has come to stay with me for a while." He announces with pleasure "Of course, whether I let her go again or not is a different story." He looks down at the girl "If you don't wish to handfast, stay here - it isn't as if Father ever comes to visit."
Oriana scoots off her seat and walks around and over to Orella and returns the doll to her, a gratitude of thanks is said as well. She looks over her shoulder to the crying Sylural, an almost saddened look on her face.
Ilesyn smiles winningly at J'van, with a wink, and then adds to Emma, "Hello! So you're his sister. Not that he's ever mentioned having a sister, of course. Don't worry, we'll make sure this is a, er, visit to remember!" Another wink, cheerfully, as she takes another sip of her cider.
Sylural blinks at T'ren a few times, and suddenly seems to be struck with an idea. "Ohhh.... you think I'm..." She shakes her head and smiles, a little embarrassed. "Momma's fine. I mean, the real Momma. She's up in her weyr probably, with Ceristh. But," and here she reaches into her pocket sheepishly, pulling out a deck of dragonpoker cards. "Momma's missing from /here/. And it's a brand new deck!"
Jalis ambles in from the center bowl.
Emma returns the hug with just as much fierce strength, though she's not going to be breaking anyone else's ribs anytime soon. "I wish. I don't think Father would come find me, but he's found," her voice attempts to imitate her father's,"'the perfect match' for his youngest." Turning to Ilesyn, Emma says, "Hello! He's never mentioned his family? I'm the youngest. There are several sisters that are older than he is."
Jalis walks into the caverns and smiles. "Hello and good evening." She says warmly as she plunges into the minor crowd.
T'ren ohs and chuckles a little, "Ah I see." He pulls a card out of his pocket, "Is this what you are looking for? Tristevan found it earlier." The little boy smiles as his name is heard.
J'van grins down at Emma "He thought he'd found the perfect thing for me, too - and he was far wrong. That would be Rasnauth and Eliwys." He murmurs, before sending Ilesyn another look "I don't go about discussing my private affairs wtih everyone, you know." Actually, with anyone now he thinks about it. Again he smiles at Emma "Sorry - it just never came up in conversation. I didn't forget you though...I think my letters proved that? Ah, Jalis!" He calls to the weyrwoman "Come meet my little sister - and the only one worth loving in my family...Emma, this is the Weyrwoman, Jalis."
Sylural grins, and takes the card happily. She looks over at the entrance from the bowl, and swallows hard, stuffing the deck quickly back in her pocket and smiling sweetly. "Thank you," she whispers to T'ren.
"No," says Ilesyn, with a meaningful glance towards J'van. "He forget you all, Emma, I'm sorry. It's a classic sign - bigheadedness. After all, he's Weyrleader, now, and was a bronzerider before then. Far too important." There's a twinkle to her eye; she's teasing, mostly.
Ashelyn casts her eyes over the crowd, planning herself a path to an empty table before heading out, glass still against her cheek to cool it a bit. Once she's figured out how to get there without running into anyone, she strides out, slipping past people to get into a chair and sitting back to sip at her water.
T'ren smiles and nods to Sylural, "You're welcome." He gets up and goes back to his table. T'ren spots Jalis, "Hello Jalis. How are you doing today?"
Jalis spots her daughter, "Sylural, there you are. I was looking for you." She smiles at the young girl and eyes her curiously, "What was that you stuffed in your pocket?" Then she spots Ilesyn and smiles at her, "Hello Ilesyn, are you teasing my Weyrleader?" She says goodnaturedly. Then she hears her name and turns to T'ren. "Just fine. Came looking for my daughter."
T'ren smiles and ahs, "Well I was just helping her look for her Momma. I am glad she was able to find both Momma's."
Emma chuckles, "It's okay J'van, I understand. Really. It's not like our family's something to be proud of." At her brother's words, she turns around a bit to find Jalis, smiling warmly. "Hello," she begins but sees the other woman is busy. At Ilesyn's words, Emma turns around, eyeing her brother. "Is that true?" she teases.
Sylural grins at Ashelyn, waggling her eyebrows... Uh-oh. She turns, that sweet smile back on her face. "Momma? Hi! Pocket? Oh... just my new cards....? The you is real pretty..." She bites her lip a little, looking around sheepishly.
Jalis finally makes her way to J'van and the young woman beside him. "Little sister?" She says, brow furrowed, "I didn't know you had a little sister, you mean your terror has been perpetuated? She's not as bad as you were when you first came here is she?" She wonders, giving the young girl a wink.
Oriana wishes she had something to hide behind, under or near but with all these people around maybe the best thing to do is to do nothing at all. The weyrwoman is certainly noticed when she arrives. Sit still. Look innocent.
Orella smiles as she gets her dolly back and finishes up her bubbly. T'ren wipes the face of both the children and picks them both up, "Bed time Tristevan and Orella." The children aw, but Tristevan takes T'ren's hand as the rider leads them out to the bowl.
J'van rolls his eyes at Ilesyn "Don't mind her, really Emma - she fancies herself a mindhealer, but I can't say she's ever done anything but make mine atrophy" is said in half-teasing tones before grinning at the brownrider "But eithe way, it isn't true. Rasnauth and pretty much everyone else at this WEyr made very sure I never suffered from /that/ particular disease." He explains, before nodding to Jalis "Yes, my little sister - the last of the brood." He laughs a bit "But if you thought I was the only one, you were under false impressions, Weyrwoman - there are 5 older brothers and..what is it, Emma - three or four older sisters? My parents were busy, you see. As to how bad Emma is.." He shrugs "She was always a sweet little thing - I'm hoping that hasn't changed. But I've not seen her for 10 Turns, so I'll find out when you do."
Ashelyn can afford to smile pleasantly back at Sylural as long the girl has to act polite, so she does, even waving a bit as she takes a sip of her water before returning the glass to a sunburned cheek.
Ilesyn sniffs dramatically at J'van's dismissing of her words, insisting to Emma, "Don't mind him. He just doesn't want to look bad in front of you - it's a common thing in those with power. It makes sense, of course." Jalis' question draws only a smile, "But of course, Weyrwoman. What other fun activity is there to do in the caverns tonight?"
Sylural waggles her fingers back at Ashelyn, seeing as how Jalis is otherwise occupied, and makes a bit of a kissy-face in her direction. Very very briefly. Then she turns back toward her Momma, smiling sweetly.
Jalis considers and then grins "Ilesyn, I know its my favorite past-time." She chuckles and turns around to face her daughter again. "So have you met this Emma, J'van's sister, Sylural?" She inquires.
"I'm still sweet, J'van. Father keeps telling me that I will be easiest to pawn off," Emma winks back at Jalis before adding, "Um, I do believe that it's five older sisters. But I've lost track since most of them had already been handfastened off before I was really aware." Coughing to hide a giggle at Ilesyn's words, she shoots a look from her brother to the other rider before swinging back to look at Jalis and her daughter. She gives the child a little wave and what she hopes is a welcoming smile.
T'ren comes back from tucking his children in and getting them to sleep. He smiles as he goes to get a glass of wine is sits down with the rest of the riders, "Hello again all. T'ren nods as he takes a sip."
Ashelyn wrinkles her nose at Sylural's face, supressing the urge to be immature and stick her tongue out. She smiles amusedly though as the girl's face changes so completely, relaxing in her seat.
Sylural steps closer, smiling at Emma. "No Momma, I haven't. Well met, Emma."
J'van smiles at Sylural as she comes closer for the introduction "Not many have - she just got here, Jalis....and it was quite a surprise to me, as well, considering Rasnauth told me as I was in the middle of getting Ilesyn all set up in Dawn wing - where I hope Shoshana will give her enough work to keep that smart mouth of hers to herself.." But he grins as he says this, winking at the brownrider "Not that it's a matter of being a bigshot around the Weyr. I just wish my favorite sister to think well of her big brother, nothing more, nothing less."
Jalis remarks, "You're not too far apart in age I don't think." Then she turns and glances at Ashelyn. She chuckles at the young woman and shakes her head in amusement and then grins over at the Weyrleader. "So, I'm going to get something to drink." She moves toward the table. She pours herself something from one of the pitchers and into a cup. She turns away from the table and holding her cup with both hands leans back against the table's edge to look over the caverns.
Ilesyn shakes her head, brightly, "Oh, no, Weyrleader. Sisters aren't supposed to like or respect their brothers. I'm only making sure that she doesn't. Besides -- she needs some good advice about how to get by in the big bad weyr, if she's to stay here for a while." She takes another sip of her cider, swinging her legs beneath the table, "Exactly, Jalis. I think it's fun enough for everyone."
T'ren smiles at at Ilesyn, "Welcome to Dawn Wing. I am T'ren, rider of Brown Kindroth and your new wing mate." He holds ot his hand to the new wingrider.
Emma smiles down at Sylural, "Hello there. Well met, Sylural." Shaking her head at Jalis, "Not too far. I still remember when he was home!" Looking back up a her brother, she asks, "Is there any place I can get settled at? It took a while to get here with the trading caravan and I have to admit that I'm pretty tired."
Oriana slips off her chair under a table, over some feet and out the opposing side. Making good her escape the young girl slips out the cavern.
Sylural grins at Ilesyn. "I can help with that! I know my way around /exeptionally/. And, like Momma says, we're close to the same age." She smiles at Emma again. "How many Turns d'you have? I've 11. Just th'other day."
Jalis was just sipping from her cup when she chokes at Ilesyn's words. Spluttering over her cup with laughter she pulls the cup close to her breasts with one hand, the other wiping her mouth and chin, "Ilesyn!" She says with amazement, "Some mindhealer you are, encouraging brotherly and sisterly antagonism rather than fostering love and affection." It's obvious from the Weyrwoman's smile that she's merely teasing the brownrider.
Oriana walks off westwards to the center bowl.
J'van sends Ilesyn a smile "Actually, you are partially correct - I loathe all of my other siblings, but Emma is the baby and the only one close to me in age, really - as far as it goes." he smiles affectionally down at the girl by his side "Sure - you can stay in my weyr if you like? Or we can get you settled in the barracks...."
Ilesyn smirks cheerfully at Sylural, noting to the little girl, "I'm sure you'll be a great use. If everyone helps out, young Emma here won't have a problem, I'm sure." The woman turns her head towards Jalis, at the Weyrwoman's exclamation, and flutters her eyelashes most innocently. "Oh, come on, I'm only ensuring that human nature isn't adversely affected by people trying to be nice when they're not intended to be, in the natural order of things." Towards J'van, she tilts her head downwards, "Then it's about time you realise that liking the baby is a bad thing, too. Quite wrong." She's smiling, though.
T'ren smiles, "Brother and sists aren't that bad, but I am the eldest of my family so my view of the family situations is a bit bais." He grins, "I always thought my baby sister got away with everything."
Ilesyn adds, to T'ren, "Thank you. Nice to meet you, T'ren. Ilesyn."
T'ren smiles, "You are welcome. Are you a transfer too?"
Jalis remarks aloud, "You know, with as many older siblings as the two of you have, its a wonder that J'van was a spoiled brat and had an ego the size of this weyr!"
Sylural nods enthusiastically at Ilesyn. "Sure! I'm good at that. I know all /sorts/ of things about Weyr life." Was that a wink for Ashelyn? Possibly.
"I want to see your weyr! I've come so far, I can't let you wiggle away from the much needed family time, eh?" Emma asks teasingly. "I'm fifteen turns, Sylural," is said with a smile before she walks over to retrieve her bag. Ilesyn's remarks earn the rider a smile, "My other brothers and sisters tormented J'van enough that when I came along, I think he was relieved that I wasn't older than he was." Speculation on her brother's feelings can wait until she's fresher though.
Ashelyn is trying to ignore Sylural. Of course, the one good thing about the sunburn is that it hides any blushes quite admirably. Another sip is taken of the water, allowing her to duck her head inconspicuously.
T'ren grins at Jalis, "Trust me. We older sybling take great pride in terrorizing our younger syblings to keep them from getting too full of themselves. I had my sister convinced for three months that if she didn't drink a bucket of water and hop around on her foot around her bed then she would be safe from tunnelsnakes."
Ilesyn pauses, and then laughs, shaking her head towards T'ren. "No, no. A-- semi recent graduate." She laughs at Emma, admitting, "I was the youngest, myself -- but that didn't stop people from picking on me." And no wonder: she was a brat of a child.
Jalis just eyes T'ren, "That's mean!" Then she chuckles, "I can't say that my brother and I didn't do similar things to each other though." She chuckles.
J'van grins at Emma "Exactly - I was small as a child, but she was smaller - it made me feel less...inferior." In a family of big strapping boys, well. Self esteem was fairly low for a shrimpy young boy. "Come on, Em - I'll get you settled in my Weyr, then, and tomorrow Sylural can show you around if I'm too busy...Or Ilesyn can, since she seems so concerned with your survival."
T'ren chuckles, "Oh that wasn't that mean. Although mom did wonder why my sister kept wetting the bed. I did much worse to her and my brother especially when they tried to get me back. I loved turning the tables on them."
Emma snickers. "I don't hold out much hope of ever being bigger than J'van, nor bigger than my other sisters." Who are all thinner and prettier. "Thank you, I would love to have a tour around the weyr." Both Ilesyn and Sylural are smiled at before she prepares to follow J'van to his weyr.
Sylural smiles pleasantly at Emma. "Sure, I'd be happy to. Ask anyone. I know everything you need to know." Yes, Ashelyn, that means you. She smiles at Ashelyn oh so sweetly.
Ashelyn narrows her eyes at Sylural. Ugh. Worse than her little brothers. Not that there's anything wrong with whatever Sylural thinks she can share with the Weyr. And as long as Ashe keeps telling herself that, she'll be good.
Ilesyn smiles sweetly, dipping her head forward. "I'll no doubt see you soon, Emma," she murmurs, before, with mug in hand, she steps towards the bowl of her own accord.
J'van grins down at Emma "Not if you remain so short, squirt." He teases his sister, holding out his hand for her bag "Come one, let's get while the going is good."
You amble westwards to the center bowl.
Posted by Louise at April 19, 2003 10:50 PM