October 1, 2003
E'van's announcements at his Weyrmeeting are not met with complete approval.

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Elwynn comes in through the archway from the bowl, sling with infant inside over her shoulder and across her front. As things don't seem to have started yet, she tries to find herself a seat "up front".

Lynniya comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.

R'hyn and Saera enter the caverns together, the older bluerider safely without her children. The bronzerider seems to have failed in the luck draw, and turns back to offer his arm to the one-legged bluerider who is his mother. "Come on, Mum," he says, soothingly, escorting her towards one of the nearest tables. "Not too much further, now. We just need to get you sit down, and you'll be all right."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth sends out a very welcome if somewhat tired << Good eve my darling. >>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's mind is concentrated and concentrating; his thoughts flick upwards, surprised and delighted, bubbles of red and gold mingled together warmly. << Niaryth, lovely. >>

Brymar is already seated with a cool glass of juice. He's even done a decent job today of dusting off the worst of the grime and is looking fairly presentable.

Dani comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.

Allan comes up the flight of stairs from the inner caverns.

Shmenarik, coming in from the bowl, seems disappointed to notice how poor his timing was - he's not late or anything. As he heads (predictably) towards the back, he comes up against R'hyn and Saera. With a short, jaunty little nod towards them both, he asks, "Need any help or are you coming along all right there?"

Keltaka comes up the flight of stairs from the inner caverns.

Old, old bluerider-in-his-seventies (at least!) G'zer, rider of blue (more gray now though) Ancienth, hobbles his way on in with his trusty wooden walking stick. "Ooh, m'back. Back in mah day, you didn't hafta walk this far..." he speaks through pretty much near-toothless gums, taking a seat in front.

Allan walks towards an empty table and sits himself down, a little away from the majority but close enough to hear anything that is going on.

Saera disappears off to the front of the room to be with her weyrmate, leaving R'hyn and Laerya, his mother, struggling alone. R'hyn flashes Shmenarik a grateful smile, "I'd appreciate it," he admits, warmly. "We're just going over there." Laerya scowls, impatiently; she's never been enthusiastic about accepting help, or even admitting that she needs it.

Dani walks into the cavern with a wilted look about her. It's humid and uncomfortable and the cavern is crowded and noisy. After helping herself to a cold drink, she looks around for an spot to sit. "Mind if I join you, Allan?"

Keltaka wanders in, a handful of colourful thin cloth in hand, as well as a spool of thread. A wave to various people she knows as she heads to a seat.

Allan shakes his head, "No not at all Dani, you're looking a bit uncomfortable...you alright?" He moves to pull out a chair for her before sitting down again.

Shmenarik grins broadly and waves his hand. "Hey, no problem. All the way up there, you said?" he says and points towards the front. Meanwhile, he walks to Laerya's side, opposite R'hyn, and offers his arm to the old woman, smiling his most charming smile at her. "Ma'am?"

Star, a rather plump looking teenager girl with dark curly hair is fetching drinks for the weyrfolk and the like. She gets stopped by a bluerider long enough to give him a flirty look and a laugh before she's off moving between tables.

"Mum likes being with both of her children," admits R'hyn, somewhat bashfully, blushing as he glances after Saera, who could not have gotten further from her mother and brother if she'd tried. "Come on, Mum." Laerya continues to glower, though she turns her head to regard Shmenarik levelly, before finally accepting his arm.

G'zer slowly leans back and adjusts his position in his chair, taking a good look around at all the new-fangled young'uns milling about. It's enough to make him smile a not-so-toothy smile. His eyes glaze over a moment in the telltale dragon-talk state, although considering his age, it's a bit hard to tell the difference between that and his normal state. "Hum." G'zer turns his head to see Elwynn. "I wunner what that young whippersnapper of a Weyrleader..." By young whippersnapper, he means anyone under the age of forty. "... wants with us now."

Shmenarik smiles and pats Laerya's hand. "My honor to escort you, ma'am," he says. Then, addressing both of them, he adds, "It's a wonderful thing to see such a caring mother in a weyr, where fostering is so common. Not that there's anything wrong with foster mothers, mind - I've one of my own," he adds with a laugh.

Keltaka finds herself some juice and a chair, dropping her sewing onto a table.

Dani smiles, "No I'm fine. It's just so damned hot outside." She takes a long drink of cold juice. "You seem to be holding up well. The heat doesn't bother you?" A chuckle, as she catches everyone else doing the same thing that she's doing. Looking around the cavern to see who all is here...

Laerya snorts, hobbling along with the assistance of both 'young' men. "Can't do otherwise, can we, /R'hyn/. There's no excuse for not having time to look after your children when you're not out on drills." The sharp tone of her voice has R'hyn wincing. "No, Mum. You know that Rhyena is fostered because of Serri. Especially at the moment." He casts an apologetic glance towards Shmenarik, blushing crimson behind his mother's back.

Allan laughs and shakes his head, "Not really seems that I've a natural tolerance to the heat. Which considering what it's been like recently is a good thing. How's your lifemate? I've not had a chance yet to be formally introduced to him."

Elwynn's expression is droll, opinion of E'van never more than an eyebrow arch away as she answers the bluerider. "Probably to let us know he's dismantling the bathing caverns now. You know, something -else- intrinsic to the weyr. Or maybe that he's commissioned a fifty foot statue of himself from the Smiths." Age doesn't have the monopoly over curmudgeon, after all.

Lynniya walks in and eyes the crowd for a moment, quickly slipping to the side of the entrance to avoid blocking a man who was right on her heel. The man now pursues a seat with as prime a position he can find. She shuffles through the crowd till she finds a decent place to watch from.

E'van comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.

Shiae comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.

Shmenarik winks at R'hyn with a short shake of his head and mouths the word 'Women!' - taking care that Laerya doesn't see him do any of this, of course. "Things are busy, I can certainly understand that. As I say, foster mothers are wonderful, too. Hey now! We're almost at the spot."

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth appreciates the warm colors of your thoughts, though her own thoughts are dimmed. << Serri is getting better though it is rough. The healers say she tore the lining of her throat from her illness. >>

Shiae says, "Shmen's here. Wow. I may just take back 95% of the snarky I posted. (Can't take it all back, there's a restocking fee.)"

Enter Shiae and E'van, the latter looking quite composed though perhaps a bit quick-breathed as he's evidently been hurried to get here (and, even then, a few minutes late). Neither Serriena nor Mechelle are in evidence, nor do they seem to be trailing the Weyrleader and Weyrsecond. Of course, a few people take the hint immediately and start hushing on sight of the duo. A lot of people don't, and the general rabble-rabble of people continues.

R'hyn's expression eases slightly - but only very slightly - at Shmenarik's response, an uneasy smile crossing his features. "Both have their merits, in my opinion. It's far better to have a loving fostermother than two parents who are never there." Laerya ignores both, concentrating as hard as she can upon reaching the chair that Saera has reluctantly set up for her. R'hyn helps her into it with a caring arm, and then, straightening, glances back to Shmenarik. "Uh, thanks. I appreciate it."

Shmenarik waves away the thanks, glancing over his shoulder as the quieting hush spreads through the room. "No problem," he whispers quickly, then ducks a short distance away to take the nearest empty seat.

Still giggling, Star only settles down into the lap of a perfectly handsome boy, one of those corralhands don't ya know. They may not smell too good sometimes but those muscles sure can hold a girl. She quiets down as the rest of the weyr does, ready to hear what the Weyrleader is announcing.

Keltaka chews through the end of a bit of thread and then squints to thread her needle.

Before Dani can answer Allan, she receives an image from her lifemate, blue Rheth, which is confirmed by the appearance of the Weyrleader. Her memory drifts to the day that Jeirath, E'van's bronze was searching candidates at the hold...her lucky day.

Shiae drops a few nods at those they pass, as she and E'van head toward a hastily constructed platform at the front of the room. In actuality it's a pair of tables shoved together. She doesn't drop back from E'van's side until it's time to climb onto the table. Wingseconds at Fort may trail their 'leaders, but not -this- wingsecond.

R'hyn clucks - as much as any man can - over his mother, ensuring that she's comfortable, before, turning, he seems to realise that the Weyrleader is there, and Shiae, which may be more to the point. He freezes, turns beet red once more, and then immediately ducks into the seat next to his mother. From Weyrleader to Mummy's boy in one simple step.

From afar, Serriena plucks at ya dear... you're too cute!

Yes, and gentlemen at Fort might offer to help a lady climb up on a table, but not THIS gentleman. E'van pulls himself up to the platform, clearing his throat pre-emptively. "First, I'd like to thank you all for turning out." The beet red face catches his attention, and he eyes R'hyn a moment with a quirked brow before continuing hastily, "And extend Mechelle's apologies for not being here. She may be coming later, but Selynth's presently got her a bit busy."

The word 'proddy' gets whispered from at least a dozen lips almost immediately.

Shmenarik, barely listening yet, is looking for a place to put his feet up, but all the chairs near him are occupied and the people using them wouldn't be pleased with his feet on their shoulders. Still, he catches what's said about Selynth, and lets out a short bark of laughter. "Lucky Mechelle," he comments.

The light grows wan as the summer day gives way to evening. A steady rain falls from a dark, cloud-covered sky - dismal with only mild winds to disturb the gray streaks. Being summertime, it's humid and uncomfortable. (77F, 25C)

Elwynn sniffs subtly, preoccupying herself with settling Ewan on her knee more comfortably for all she's worth.

Shiae manages to get onto the table by herself, thank you - breeches are good for that sort of thing. As E'van begins she silently takes up position an arm's length to his right, her arms folding across her belly and eyes scanning the crowd. A face, or perhaps faces, cause one side of her mouth to quirk upwards, but she keeps her response to that minimum.

Beet red? Make that purple. R'hyn lowers his head and looks at his toes, and immediately gets kicked by Laerya's good foot. "I didn't raise you to be a wuss," she mutters towards him. R'hyn turns his head away, listening if not looking.

"In the interests of brevity," E'van continues, still picking out poor R'hyn of all the people in the crowd, "I'll get right on with it. As most of you know, Serriena is ill. Quite ill. Last report from the Healers says that she's on the mend, but only just, and that it's going to be a long recuperation." He pauses to let that have the appropriat effect, glancing sideways at Shiae too late to catch the quirky lips.

Keltaka nods in satisfaction at E'van's announcement, settling in to her sewing.

R'hyn continues to look embarrassed - mortally so, even - but concern is added to his repertoire at mention of Serriena. His head bobs downwards again. Laerya, beside him, stares E'van down with steely eyes. Mmm-hmm.

Dani, with a raised brow looks around at the captured audience. Watching as the Weyrleader gains their attention.

Shiae confirms E'van's words with a nod. Several people had looked to her for confirmation of the Weyrleader's words, and settled back into their chairs with thoughtful or worried expressions at the greenrider's endorsement.

Shmenarik's eyebrows raise at the mention of the long recuperation, and he makes a quiet 'hmm' sound to himself. Leaning forward, he props an elbow on the table and rests his head on his hand, watching E'van closely.

E'van continues, "We - " And he looks to Shiae, then a few Wingleaders scattered throughout the room. " - have discussed the situation. Mechelle was also present at this meeting. Rather than have Ista suffer for want of a Weyrwoman during the time Serriena is recuperating, we have decided that Mechelle will take over as Acting Senior Weyrwoman immediately." Rabble, rabble. "AND that, should Selynth rise before Niaryth, Mechelle will become the official Senior Weyrwoman."

From the back of the caverns there's mumbling and a "The weyrwoman ain't ever been that sick before...." muttered around. Questions, gossip, all that can fly around in this crowd.

"Which is mighty convenient since we all know Selynth's already glowing," from somewhere in the back, conveniently invisible. It's a trend.

G'zer watches intently- ooh, new Weyrwoman. That's... new. "What wuzzat?... oh, thankee," he tells a young lad sitting next to him. "You're a good lad."

R'hyn is red? No-- he's white. "/Serri/," he murmurs, head shaking. "Poor Rhyena." As to Mechelle's new appointment, he makes no comment, though he is conveniently leaning over his mother, readjusting her stump within the seat as she complains at him.

Of course let's not forget... "The last time the Weyrwoman was replaced it was the fault of Fort Weyr..." Amongst, "Looks like it's happening again.."

Shiae leans forward slightly. "Selynth was -not- glowing when we discussed this," she says, each word crisp and carrying over the general hubbub. "If you all would be quiet, I believe the Weyrleader isn't finished speaking."

Lynniya continues to linger in the back of the room, she is just listening and looking at the crowd, head turning when someone speaks near here. "Oh my..." Is said softly but who could hear her amongst all this talk.

Shmenarik drops his arm off the table and straightens up slightly, looking surprised at the announcement. He glances quickly over at Shiae, scanning her face for a few moments before, unable to think of anything else to say or do, he repeats his comment from before: "Lucky Mechelle." He's less amused with his wit this time around.

E'van gestures to Shiae as she speaks, nodding emphatically at her earlier comment. "It was not MY decision alone, and - correct me if I'm wrong, Shiae - there was no one wearing a Fort knot in the room, so I believe it's safe to say that Fort Weyr has nothing to do with it. We're simply trying to keep the Weyr functioning as smoothly as possible despite unfortunate circumstances."

E'van cups a hand over his mouth to add something to Shiae. He mutters to Shiae, "... why... none... keen... to explain... Bunch of... this..."

"Just because you carry it in your pocket instead, now days..." Elwynn mutters darkly. She isn't brave enough to keep her head up, though, instead saying it more into her shoulder.

Shiae leans in to listen. She mutters to E'van, "... at Fort... was... and... orders?... least... we... of the rumors... they... Most... the... them."

E'van is smiling through his teeth as he straightens up after a last whisper to Shiae. He mutters to Shiae, "... Fort,... concert by... entire... staff... the..."

"Hey speak up we can't hear what you're saying!" Of course everyone loves good gossip - but what good is it if you can't hear it?

Laerya has far less decorum than her son these days; she mutters, quite loudly, "Shiae's been forced to follow the Fort line! She's been threatened!" R'hyn turns scarlet. Again.

Keltaka bends her head over her sewing, half listening to all the gossip rushing around the room.

Shiae snorts once as she too straightens up. "If you have questions, now is the time to bring them up. It's unlikely..." Laerya's words snap her head around and she lifts an eyebrow at the older bluerider. "Excuse me?"

E'van rolls his eyes after Laerya's outburst, deferring to Shiae - who w all know is quite capable of sticking up for herself.

R'hyn looks about ready to cry. "Mum! You know that's not true. Shhh." Laerya gives Shiae a long, pitying glance, as if to tell her 'it's all right, we'll get you out of there soon', and then turns away, clucking beneath her breath.

Shmenarik leans over as his neighbor whispers something into his ear, then shrugs dismissively, his glance flicking to Laerya. A small smile plays on his lips - that old woman has guts. Turning his attention to Shiae, he waits curiously for her response. His anxious fingers, smoothing his thin little mustache over and over, give the lie to the bland, neutral expression on his face.

"If you have questions or comments," E'van begins, pitching his voice above the general din, "please indicate as such, and Shiae or I will give you the floor in an ORDERLY fashion. Otherwise, this is just a lot of pointless rattling."

"As I was saying," Shiae continues in a clear voice, still staring quellingly at Laerya, "If you have any questions, now is the time to bring them up. Your neighbor doesn't know any more about what's happening than you do. /Does/ anyone," her eyes rest a heartbeat longer on the bluerider before skimming away, over the crowd, "Have any questions as to why Serriena is being replaced as Senior? Does anyone disagree with the Wingleaders, the Weyrleader, and myself that she is unable to perform her duties?"

Star turns to the corralhand, posing the question to him she has, though she doesn't speak it /really/ loudly, "I wonder if the Weyrwoman knows about this... you think she'll get better? And what happens when she does?"

R'hyn's hand, clamped upon Laerya's shoulder, seems to do the trick - or perhaps the bluerider has already said everything she ever intended to. Either way, though she glowers at E'van, she says nothing more.

Elwynn stands from her seat, catching Shiae's eye. Yeah, she has something to ask.

Shmenarik, leaning back in his chair, mulls quietly over his own thoughts for a moment. Then he pipes up uncalled-on: "And I'd like to hear, firsthand, from the Healers who diagnosed the Weyrwoman." His neighbor, a red-faced little woman who looks none-too-pleased with this announcement, pipes up, "Yeah, hear from them - and see their knots!" Shmen doesn't even acknowledge her.

Shiae doesn't even glance E'van's way after Elwynn catches her attention. "Greenrider Elwynn? What did you want to ask?"

E'van, to Shmenarik, "If you'd like to wait until you have the floor, I might address that. Otherwise." He looks from Shiae to Elwynn expectantly.

"Anyone within twenty feet of Selynth knows that gold's gearing herself to go up. So Mechelle is effectively our Senior Queen. Fine. But," Winnie says with a glance over her shoulder at Shmenarik, followed quickly by a thumb-hook. "Do we know what Serriena has? Or, how she got it? Should anyone else worry about getting sick -- and replaced?"

E'van looks questioningly at Shiae, a mute 'you want this, or me?'

E'van takes the reins. "It initially appeared to be a wasting illness that had progressed for some time unchecked. She continued to worsen for more than a week, but is now beginning to heal. I've been told it's not contagious, and that there's no need for anyone else at the Weyr to worry for their safety. But. If anyone starts to feel ill, especially nauseated, they should see a Healer promptly." (Won't the Healers love that? Every tummy-ache in the Weyr suddenly becomes life-threatening.)

Laerya's hand goes to her stomach, almost immediately. R'hyn hisses something at her, and she glowers back. Oh, true love.

Keltaka sniffs as she knots off her thread and leans in to bite it off, "Oh lucky lucky healers. I so picked the right craft."

Immogene comes up the flight of stairs from the inner caverns.

Elwynn's mouth purses -- motherhood making her civic minded, apparently. "Alright," is all she says, retaking her seat. She doesn't look exactly pleased, but she isn't knocking people over either.

Shiae opens her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by E'van. "...That is what they said, yes," she appends, her tone entirely neutral. "I went to visit her earlier, but she was napping. The senior Healer in charge said she was unable to speak. Something about her throat being affected. She /also/ said that the effect was temporary, and they expected her voice to make a full recovery in a seven-day."

Immogene quietly makes her way into the living caverns and heads over towards her fellow tailor and asks quietly if she can join him.

E'van eyes Shiae for a second, like he might be waiting for something more. As nothing is forthcoming, he turns back to the crowd, adding, "Anything else? Anyone else?"

R'hyn's gaze turns towards the bowl, in the general direction of Serri's weyr. He swallows, thickly, then finding Laerya's hand on his shoulder, which he shrugs away.

Allan nods his head and indicates a chair next to Dani, in a whisper "sit down Immogene...this is interesting stuff..."

"Arisvath ... Orinth... hopefully...them.." from the back is murmurred amongst the crowd.

Shmenarik has decided to play the formality game. With a quirk of his lip in E'van's direction, he stands up and looks at the Weryrleader expectantly.

Laerya, put out by R'hyn's reactions, and overhearing the voice at the back, elbows him in the side. "Get in good with Mechelle. This is your chance to be Weyrleader again!" Whispering is not her greatest ability. R'hyn? Yeah, you know it: scarlet.

Shiae's turn again. She gives Shmenarik a brisk nod and an encouraging, "Yes?"

Immogene nods quietly as she takes a seat near Dani, and gives a slight nod of greeting to the unfamiliar rider and then over to Allan with a soft whispered. "Thanks."

E'van delivers an attentive nod toward Shmenarik, all pleasant and sweet and lightness now that he's following the rules and stuff.

Shmenarik says evenly, his eyes fixed for the first few words on E'van, "I know that Mechelle couldn't be here for any of this, but being unable to hear it from the source, I was hoping that one of you," and now he looks pointedly at Shiae, clearly hoping to hear from her, "could relay /her/ response to this situation."

E'van gestures in deference to Shiae this time.

Dani smiles and nods to the weaver journeywoman then turns back to watch Shiae answer the latest question from Shmenarik.

Shiae sighs as if she'd expected something of the sort and takes a half-step forward. "Frankly, she didn't want it. /Doesn't/ want it. She - as well as the rest of us, I'm sure - would rather Serriena be whole and healthy. The Wingleaders, the Weyrleader, Mechelle and I all discussed this. We agreed that yes, Mechelle would be acting Weyrwoman until the next queen to rise. At that time we all thought it would be a month, if not several months, until a queen rose. Selynth, however, had other plans."

Laerya, still unsatisfied with R'hyn's responses to her comments, nudges him again. "Selynth has good breeding, that's obvious. Knows when it's time. /And/ will know who is best to catch, too. Arisvath is such a fine dragon."

Shiae makes as if to step backwards, then rocks forward again. "I'm sure if you were to ask her, Mechelle would much rather be back in the nursery at the Hold right now." This is humor, apparently, as cued by the greenrider's tight smile.

Shmenarik, never a miser with his mirth, lets out an easy-going laugh. "I'll bet! Thank you. I'll admit, I'm kinda worried about having someone running the weyr who doesn't even /want/ the job, I appreciate that the weyr council must have had no other option. Thank you," he says again before he sits.

With a wrinkle of his nose, E'van points out, "Very few people WANT the job of Weyrwoman. Or Weyrleader. I assure you." While Shiae has a tight smile, he has a tight frown as he prompts, "Were there any more questions?"

A cough...mumble...where's the healer...pretty suddenly for a wasting illness...

Shmenarik leans back in his chair and looks at E'van with a bland, innocent expression on his face. Meanwhile, the woman next to him has taken up the cause, and says snappishly, "Anyone who doesnhose who don't want to be weyrleader shouldn't join in queen flights."

"And women who have never known a bronze in lust should learn to hold their tongues," E'van snaps back testily.

"I wouldn't want the Weyrwoman job," Star says breezily, not that she's likely to ever get it, "You have to get up early every morning and I like to sleep in late.." She waves a hand casually before it's captured and kissed by the corralhand bringing a giggle to her lips.

Shiae lifts her voice again. "Were there other questions? Regarding the Acting Weyrwoman, or anything else that needs the Weyrleader's attention?"

Shmenarik's neighbor huffs and turns red in the face, but she shuts her mouth and resigns herself to glaring at E'van. Shmen laughs outright, then (catching the words) twists around to look at Star, a grin playing on his lips. Seeing that she's sitting with one of his fellow corralhands, he makes a moue of disappointment - why does /that/ guy always get the chicks? Shmen's just as dirty if not more so.

R'hyn shakes his head - though in actual fact, it seems to be a response to something Laerya has said, rather than Shiae's query.

A few people round the room mumble to themselves, but no one seems to be jumping up with anything new to say.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth wonders if you would come visit her this evening?

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's affirmative is whisper-light but entirely serious: yes, of course, he would love to come.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth sends back a warm sunny thought << Good. Bring R'hyn and tell him to bring Rhyena for Serri. >> Something to cheer her lifemate up!

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath projects an image of R'hyn bouncing Rhyena, with a bunch of flowers in his hand. << We'll come. >>

Shiae waits patiently to see if anything coherent will come out of the mumbling. Of course, after serving with four Weyrleaders, she's probably used to waiting patiently for something coherent to come out of the mumbling.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth projects an image of a happy Serriena in bed << That will cheer her up. She's been so ill. >> Worry creeps into her mindthoughts though she tries to hide it from you.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's touch is soothing and sure. << She will be all right. She's going to get better. >>

E'van's not so much the patient. He's already climbing down from the makeshift platform, saying in a brisk fashion, "Well, that went as I expected. Will you look in on Mechelle, Shiae? I'm afraid to go myself."

"After I'm through here," Shiae agrees, her attention split between fleeing bronzerider and no-longer-unruly crowd. "And that's probably... wise of you. Goodnight, Weyrleader. My regards to Jeirath."

R'hyn waits only a few seconds, before he's on his feet, Laerya's crutch in one hand, the other reaching down to help her up. "We should get you home, Mum. I can see how tired you are already." Laerya glowers: "Let me stay and talk! You're so bossy, Ryahen. What child of mine would hurry me off home like a little old woman?" Rolling his eyes, R'hyn gets her to her feet, and begins to escort her out.

"Well this is exciting isn't it?" Star asks to those around her. "Changing of the weyrwomen again, possibly another weyrleader, new things, Ista just keeps changing!" She hops off the lap of the corralhand and promises, "Later darling but for now I must clear the dishes." And she brushes her skirts off to start collecting empty mugs.

E'van half-bows to the Weyrsecond, returning in a cordial if somewhat stiff manner, "Thank you, and mine to Carianth. I'll have those oh-so-imperative hides of Emerin's looked over for you tomorrow, I imagine." His expression is bland to say the least. With more than a few people sniffing distastefully at his passage, Our Esteemed Weyrleader makes his way out to the bowl.

E'van disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

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