May 4, 2003
Orinth and Arisvath play with water - and Phanine gets searched.

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You head off toward the foliage and the pool at the falls.

Orinth circles from above and wings down to a landing in the clear space beside the pool. Y'lan scrambles down and fumbles to remove the bronze's riding harness.

Y'lan slips deftly down to the bent foreleg of Orinth, the Bronze lowering to a crouch and watching with gentle eyes as the he hops to the ground.

Slosh, slosh, slosh. R'hyn's been walking in the pool, it seems, in his boots (though, granted, they're old ones - pre-ruined), and now that he's on solid ground again, the leather is protesting mightily. His hands are dug into his pockets, his eyes half closed, as he circles around the edge of the pool.

Y'lan folds up the jumble of leather as best he can and sets it in a safe place. It's only then that he hears R'hyn's sloshing and squishing, and turns to look at him, blinking a few times and wondering, "Why are your boots all wet? Sir."

Phanine quietly sways to the area, and choosing a boulder, sits cross-legged on a large boulder a goodly distance from the waterfall itself, but close enough that the mist settles near the bottom of the boulder she rests on. She takes off her sandals, but keeps her feet out of the water, simply enjoying the scenery. With her has come, of course, her sewing basket, which she fiddles in, looking (in the twillight) for a piece to meddle with. Riders are noticed and given nods, a curtious smile, and even a simple wave of the fingers in greeting.

Kachiri blinks at all the people as she enters the little clearing. Finding a near by tree, she leans against it and watches for a moment, making sure she's not interrupting anything. The smiles and nod are returned to the girl on the boulder as Kachiri lets the mist lightly shower her body.

R'hyn glances at his feet rather thoughtfully, then explains to Y'lan, quite cheerfully, "I walked in the water, Y'lan. Why else would they be wet?" He's got a hesitantly friendly smile for the bronzerider - and then one for Phanine and Kachiri, each spotted out of the corner of his eye.

Y'lan gives R'hyn a well-duh look. "Obviously, but what I meant was, why did you walk in the water?" he asks. He does look around to see who the other bronzerider is smiling at, and lifts a hand to wave to Phanine and Kachiri.

With no light, Phanine gives up her idea of sewing, and instead pulls out a small wooden toy made of beads strung together and starts to flip them back and forth through her fingers, weaving it quickly in and out to practice agility, one would think. Or, it could just be for fun. However, her attention is diverted away from Weyr leadership to Kachiri, bluerider, and intones, "How fares your lifemate, Ma'am?"

Kachiri covers her mouth with her hand, trying desperately not to laugh at the reply, though her eyes twinkle in obvious amusement. A polite nod and a quick wave is given to each bronzerider in return greeting as she rests against the tree to watch the show. She wasn't going to ask that question, but since it was brought up... The answer might be interesting. A smile is sent to Phanine at the question. "Quite well, Thank you! And how are you doing?"

"Don't remember." This time, the Weyrleader flushes, and ducks his head, nose wrinkling at the sight of the boots, and the puddles they leave behind. "I think they smelled." His tone is somewhat dubious - and wholeheartedly embarrassed. He kneels, pulling them off with a wrinkled nose, much like his wrinkled toes. "Bother."

Y'lan gapes at the Weyrleader for a moment, then turns away, utterly unable to come up with anything to say. So he watches Orinth slide himself into the pool, dipping his bronze head under the water and then raising it and letting the water drip down his neck.

Phanine rolls her eyes, "Ah, well. But, atch." She shakes her head for a moment, as if clearing it. "Boy trouble." Her fingers /almost/ stop; she says this rather girlishly, but at the same time with some sense of acknowledgement of the silliness of it all.

Kachiri casts a quick glance over at the two bronzeriders and can't help but softly chuckle at them, though she keeps her eyes on Phanine. A single eyebrow is arched at the girl as the blue rider smiles. "Really?" Walking over, she leans against the rock. "Care for a little girl talk?" Her eyes slip to the two brozeriders then back to the girl. "Or.. Maybe later..."

R'hyn flushes pinker still as Y'lan turns away, and hurriedly turns his attention back to the boots - though he appears to be at a loss as to what to do with them. With his head half-cocked, he notes to the two women - evidently having been paying some attention - "Don't mind us. We'll not gossip or anything." He rubs at his right foot, and shivers.

"You're going to catch cold," Y'lan mutters to R'hyn, shaking his head. As Orinth seems content to soak in the pool for now, he moves to find a place to sit -- well away from whatever girl talk might be going on. He flops down in the grass and lies down on his back, pillowing his head with his hands.

Phanine shrugs, "It's just... well, you know." She eyes the bronzeriders, but having not paid a /whole/ lot of attention to them, and, by the glint in her eyes, not entirely trusting /men/ to know the virtue of keeping female secrets in the right hiding spots, shakes her head. "I'll tell you later, really. It's just Vilad." Oops, and there it came out. Too late.

Kachiri tilts her head back and laughs out loud. Bringing the laughing slowly to an end, she looks at the bronzerider and dips her head a little in respect and recognition. "The thought had never crossed my mind, Sir." The other bronzerider is given a quick glance and a smile before her attention returns to the girl on the boulder deside her. A quick smile of understanding and slight humor is flashed before she says, "Perhaps later may be too late now..."

"Probably," agrees R'hyn, somewhat dismally. "My mother will chide me, and tell me I still need a nanny to look after me." Wrapping his arms about his knees, he tilts his head back towards the two women to remark, "I just thought I should make that clear. I have no interest whatsoever in the emotions of teenage girls. Promise!"

Orinth contentedly floats in the pool, drifting closer and closer to the waterfall. Fortunately, he's much too big to go over the side. Once he gets to the edge, he puts his feet down under him and stands, spreading his wings, the water raining off them into the pool and onto the boulders, quite close to where Phanine is sitting.

A corner of Phanine's mouth twists down rather unbecomingly as she speaks to the Weyrleader. "Well you may not, Sir, but my business is my own to give out in the company of whosoever I choo-hoooo-ooooo...se!" Rain wasn't predicted for the evening, but Phanine was indeed rained upon. Glancing up into the night, bronze towering nearly above her. "And thank /you/, sir!" she chides the bronze. "No, I really don't want to talk about it," she says to Kachiri. "I'm just /in a bad mood/," now, seeing as she's wet, yes.

Kachiri Arches a brow slightly at the Weyrleader, though says nothing. Looking over at the Bronze, laughing as he sprays water everywhere. For the moment, her attention goes to Y'lan and she smiles softly at him then turns her attention back to his dragon. At Phanine's words, she nods, ever so slightly. "Understandable now. If you change your mind however, feel free to seek me out."

R'hyn unwraps his hands, lifting both in a gesture of defense and defeat, "Of course, of course. I don't need to hear, I promise. Tell the bluerider another time, of course." The contrition upon his expression is overshadowed somewhat by amusement-- though he makes a valiant attempt to hide it.

Orinth rumbles in surprise and looks down at the squeaky chiding girl. He drops his wings and lowers himself to all fours in the water with a grunt that sounds irritated. Arching his neck, he bends his head down to the pool's surface and starts sucking in water. Thirty? His cheeks start to bulge, and Y'lan, his attention attracted by the slight commotion is on his feet in an instant. "Orinth! Don't you dare! Spit it out, now!"

Dragon> Orinth bespoke Ruhith and Arisvath with << This one >> he provides an image of Phanine that snaps into crispness, his thoughts crackling with irritation << is much too loud. I cannot hear myself think. >>

Dragon> Orinth and Ruhith sense that Arisvath's mind is fuzzy, as if on the edge of sleep - but he extends a tendril of thought, as if considering Phanine for his own purposes. << Perhaps she is, >> he agrees, conversationally. << I can all but feel her from here. >>

Phanine says with a great deal of emphasis, "Thanks." Her eyes first from one bronzerider to the next, almost a glare, and then turning her head to Kachiri, eyes softening in honesty, tinged with the annoyance from her circumstances. Seeing Orinth, and hearing his rider's words, Phanny's mouth twists down into an even more unbecoming frown. Oh no he won't. "Oh, no you won't," she growls to the bronze, staring him down. He may be a dragon, but she's also lived in the Weyr her whole life.

Orinth bristles. /He/ won't be ordered about by some girl. But his rider is striding that way and being most insistent, so Orinth opens his mouth reluctantly to let all that water drop back into the pool. He rumbles again, eyes whirling petulantly yellowish at Y'lan.

Kachiri doubles over laughing as after her eyes cloud over for a moment. Looking up at the big bronze, she smiles sweetly for him. "Maybe a little." Her attention the goes to Y'lan and she simply shakes her head in amusement. Forcing herself to somber, she looks over at Phanine. and then back at the dragon as she leans against the boulder, shaking her head.

R'hyn's brows lift. "Control your lifemate, Y'lan," he says, sharply - out of character. "Perhaps you should move away from the edge of the water, uh-- sorry, I don't know your name?" he suggests to Phanine, hesitantly.

Darkness stretches fully, curling about the springtime island that whispers with comfortable breezes. (64F, 18C)

Dragon> Arisvath and Ruhith sense that Orinth is even more sour, now. << Tell YOUR rider to hide her in *barracks* where we cannot hear her until the eggs hatch, Arisvath. Mine is being too *annoyed* to listen. >>

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Y'lan snaps back. Not out of character, really. "He didn't spit water all over her, did he?" Glancing to Phanine, he moderates his tone as he apologizes to her. "Sorry about that. The water off his wings was an accident - and then I don't know what got into him. He's a grouch but he usually leaves people alone."

Dragon> Orinth and Ruhith sense that Arisvath drawls, lightly, << Fine. Mine will do all the dirty work for yours, of course. That's quite apt. R'hyn says that-- oh, never mind. >>

Dragon> Arisvath and Ruhith sense that Orinth snorts. << She is merely loud. She is not dirty. >>

Orinth turns his back on everyone, including Y'lan, and pushes himself out to float in the middle of the pool again.

Phanine's nostrils flare, rather like some threatened animal. "My name is Phanine, Weyrleader, and thank you very much. Sometimes I think even our dragon friends need to learn manners." Slowly her face calms, and taking deep, calming breaths, Phanine re-arranges herself on the rocks, rubbing her ankles, now aching from sitting so long in one place. "At least it's a nice night out," although from the water, she rubs her arms with a bit of chill.

R'hyn glares at Y'lan, though he doesn't seem to have any words to form a retort of any kind, spluttering notwithstanding. "Phanine, then. I apologise; I don't know everyone's names, I'm afraid." He gives a short nod, then notes, "Of course they do. They're no more perfect than you or I. Uh-- can I request something of you, uh, Phanine?"

Y'lan glares back, then snorts and goes back to where he was sitting, to mind his own business.

Y'lan mutters to himself, "You'd... if... was... he... to know when to... to... mouth shut."

Phanine bows her head graciously, "Weyrleader, it's completely understandable," and she continues, "Ah, what would you like?" -Glance to the sewing basket,- "I'm Weyr Seamstress... did you need something mended? Touched up?" Pride getting the best of her, she offers, "I can make you a lovely design on anything. I'm used to stitching dragons by now, you know, after all these years..." her eyes are diverted for just a moment as she /does/ manage a sympathetic look for Y'lan, who, after all, seems to be doing his best.

R'hyn avoids glancing towards Y'lan, instead concentrating upon Phanine - and shaking his head firmly. "Uh, no, actually. I... I think I'd find dragons a little ostentatious. No," he clears his throat, "Orinth deems you fit to stand for Selynth's eggs, and as the weyr's lackey, I've been requested to ask you if you're willing. Are you?"

The gracious smile and glinting eyes (hoping at a mark from the Weyrleader, surely,) freeze in place, although the very corners of her mouth somehow show that this was /not/ what Phanine was expecting. "I. Ah... Uhm." She looks around to see if anyone's watching, and of course there are people watching. "I." It seems that's all she can say. And that smile is still there, just mixed with a sort of uncomprehension.

Y'lan looks over again, blinking. "Is /that/ what he was going on about?" He turns his head to stare at the bronze out in the water, then shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Sheesh. Dragons."

R'hyn, still avoiding looking in Y'lan's direction, rolls his eyes. He mutters to himself, "Looks like P'rell... man." Turning his attention back to Phanine, he lifts his eyebrows. "Uh, well? I know it's a big decision, so don't feel as though you have to rush it, but...?"

You sense "R'hyn, still avoiding looking in Y'lan's direction, rolls his eyes. "Looks like P'rell was right after all, I think. Wise man." Turning his attention back to Phanine, he lifts his eyebrows. "Uh, well? I know it's a big decision, so don't feel as though you have to rush it, but...?""

Phanine uhms, gulps, and the little wooden toy in her fingers has become completely forgotten, long, long before. She places it in the basket, and giving it a moment's thought, says, "No... I mean, Yes." Her eyes shut tight, not that everything can be seen here in the night, anyway. "Yes. Yes. I mean, yes." Nod, nod, nod. She looks rather like she's trying to convince herself, but there's a desperate look there in the deep blue.

Y'lan relaxes a little bit as she finally agrees, and looks over at Orinth with something like relief. "You see there," he says.

Oki enters the oasis-esque environs, leaving the bowl behind her.

Emani enters the oasis-esque environs, leaving the bowl behind her.

R'hyn's expression is satisfied, and he nods. "Good. Come on, then. We'll get you to the barracks, and settle you in, and... well, you know. Whatever." A flush colours his cheeks - though this is well known to be an exceptionally frequent occurance - and he reaches down to pick up the sopping, heavy boots.

Y'lan gets to his feet. "All right, all right, I'll go get the oil. You have to get out of the water so you drip dry while you're waiting, though, Orinth."

Emani saunters along from the bowl, stopping dead when she sees - people. Great. She scowls only briefly, before approaching, sharp gaze assessing the group.

Phanine rises, feeling taller than usual on the boulder, but slipping off quickly, gently, so as to follow the Weyrleader. "I... uh... thanks..." she calls back to Y'lan as she picks up her basket, "...I think..." She's too busy following the Weyrleader, however, to think about it too long. Emani, who she catches directly in her sighted path back to the bowl, is given a nod, when Phanny probably should be smiling. But there's no ill-will, and Phanine is simply, well, caught up in the wave she just created for herself.

Oki skips down the path just in time to catch her brother leaving. Giving Y'lan a wave, the kitchen assistant stops when she spots the others. "Hi!" she calls out cheerfully, a ready smile curving her lips.

R'hyn fumbles with his boots, trying to find a way to carry them that isn't too bulky or heavy - they're absolutely sodden, as if he's been walking in water. He hesitates for a moment, in order to nod to both Emani and Oki, and add to Kachiri, "Good evening, Bluerider. No doubt you'll get a chance to hear this one whine at you about boy troubles another time." This seems to have been too much to say: he colours again, most brilliantly, and scuttles off, leading Phanine away.

You leave the small, leafy oasis and return to the stone-and-sand of the bowl.

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