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July 22, 1999.  PernMUSH.  E'vrin's POV.
--
Your location's current time: 21:03 on day 21, month 1, Turn 28, of
the Tenth Pass. It is a winter evening.
Cast:  E'vrin, Laila, Divya, Merielan, Syren, Filliana, Raimi,
       Elisande, Nuala, Javinar, Tagron, Kassima, A'lex, T'saren,
       Ceria, M'rgan, Leigh, Leya, Kerowyn, Duchov, J'lyn, Keagan,
       Janine, Radar; Zianne, Jehanne, Kahalla, Mikhal.

E'vrin and Laila do the Bitra Gather, including the weavers' fashion
show and food and folks in the bakers' tent.
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Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath's crystalline touch rings with
the windy echoes of his body's passage: flying. << We're going to
Bitra! Do you come? >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is grouchy. << We go soon. She
worries. >>

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << Does E'vrin need to visit her
first? We fly. We wait. >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth pauses, rifling through his
rider's head. << I do not know. I think she looks fine. >>

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath is blithely sure of it, because
E'vrin is and he himself doesn't care, so E'vrin must be right. << Tell
her to mount up. I'm not waiting all night. >>

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << She says, in a minute. >>

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath's restlessness, the sirenic call
of the wind and sky, pull him away. He'll wait.

--> Ordoneth rumbles. Yes, yes. Here now.

--> Sharath curves higher on an obliging thermal, his wings cupping
evening dimness and then spilling it out again with a powerful
downstroke.

You spread your wings to catch an updraft, and beat them to fly higher.

--> Ordoneth flies higher with a beat of his wings.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath ripples his query out like
ribboning fire: << Ready? >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth catches on, less grouchy now. <<
Of course. >>

E'vrin waves across the airy way.

[They go /between/:]
--
Sky Over Central Bitra(#601RLe)
The high altitude affords an excellent view of the Bitra Valley
paralleling the course of the Bitra River. Here the valley walls run
from the foot of the Barrier Range mountains all the way to the start
of the Keroon plains well out of view to the south. Cotholds line the
north and south spurs of the valley; the central valley is dominated
by the imposing hold proper, built into the cliff that overlooks from
the west. And amid the flats and folds of the valley itself, odd
diggings and construction stand idle, half formed in the bent shape of
an undulating circuit.
The evening is quite cloudy, with only a few open patches to let the
stars and the stars.  while Timor is a nearly full waning gibbous
though the smaller Belior closes its eye to dream peek through. A
light wind blows and the winter air is freezing against you.
--

--> Sharath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
--> Ordoneth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

--> From a distance, Merielan walks south towards the Gather Grounds.
--> From a distance, Merielan walks into the Central Valley from the
Gather Grounds.

--> Sharath sweeps a lazy circuit, inspecting, and then begins to
descend.

--> Mounted atop Ordoneth, Laila is crouched low, surrounded in black,
and looking obviously nervous.

--> From a distance, The winter air is a bit humid but enjoyable. The
cloud cover increases until the sky is overcast. The wind lessens
until it's only a light breeze that blows through the hold. Visibility
becomes limited as the snow comes down very heavily now. Snowdrifts
form along the edges of the hold.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath's mind is all bubbling
curiosity. << I have never been here. E'vrin was, once, but he doesn't
remember well. >>

You descend to the Drum and Fire Heights.
--
Drum and Fire Heights
You stand high upon the fire heights, far above the courtyard of Bitra
Hold. From here atop the tall cliff, you can look over much of the
Bitra lands; the valleys and fields of the hold stretching
panoramically as far as the eye can see. You can barely make out the
movement of people in the courtyard below, although it would take a
dragon's keen eye to be able to discern them as anything more than
tiny little dots.
The firestone pits and fire channels here are well-maintained and free
of overgrowth or dirt. Under a flat outcropping of rock, in a
well-sheltered alcove, are the huge drums used by the harpers to beat
their messages across the face of Pern.
The evening seems darker than usual behind overcast skies. A snowstorm
blows about you. There seems to be a light breeze and the winter air
is freezing against you. The ground is covered with a layer of snow.
Contents:
Lysseth
Lorieth
Nraith
Acevedath
Ladonyth
Quinaeth
Xylath(#823JOaemps)
Tierth(#7707JQaempqs$)
Micha's tent
--

--> In the Sky Over Central Bitra, Ordoneth follows, as lazy, curious.

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << I was. There was water... Oh!
Halimedath's rider splashed the lady. >>

--> Ordoneth flies down from above.

--> Sharath wiggles out a little space for his little body, wings
folding and head curving 'round to see the others.

You slide down Sharath's shoulder and foreleg to the ground.

Laila slides down Ordoneth's side easily, feet hitting the ground.

E'vrin pushes his cloak's hood back over his shoulders and looks
around, too.

--
His shirt shifts between deep green and true black, polished hue and
matte shade breathing into each other with every least movement and
the whole defined by the flat silver circles closing its low collar,
long front, and sleeves' smooth cuffs. The shirt tucks into a pair of
pleated trousers cut from dark grey wool that drapes over side-laced
black boots to complete the simple outfit. Heavier wool frames it in a
cloak's stark black lines; an intricately knotted silver clasp catches
the folds at his neck, below the hood pushed limply across his
shoulders.
--

Ordoneth swings his head about from dragon to dragon. Hi.

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << Oh! I think I heard about that, or
E'vrin did. Or maybe it was Eosith's rider. I don't think it matters
now. >>

Laila follows suit, but her body remains cloaked. She glances to
E'vrin. "What now."

--
        She is wearing a bias-cut dress of crimson sisal whose hem
floats gracefully just above the ground. Thin gold piping edges the
seam between the dress' bodice and the top of the sleeves. Wide gold
cuffs with a scroll and leaf design contrast against the crimson of
her fitted long sleeves. A gold belt of thin chain circles her
waist. A criss-cross of crimson straps holds flat sandles on her
feet. A thick black wool cloak protects her from the cold of
between. The cloak's hem reaches just above the ground.The large hood
protects her face and is clasped at the neck with a garnet-studded
gold clasp. A dainty gold scrolling pattern lines the edge of the
cloak - around the edge of the hood, down the front, and around the
hem.
--

Lysseth rumbles salutationally to the arrived pair, flicking her tail
and looking on the whole rather amused by something.

"Now," E'vrin says, slow, "after I get my fill of looking at you --
which may take all night, granted -- I think we go be social."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << She was
embarrassed. Halimedath. Laila says. >>

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath has a tolerant warmth about
him. Greens. Silly.

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath crows in crystal-fire merriment,
<< Lysseth! >>

Laila blinks, and flushes, only slightly. "Ah... Right."

E'vrin grins. "Red. You ready?"

Laila nods, sighing. "As I'm about to be."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << Indeed. >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth's thoughts spark with surprise,
blue and green and purple with silent chortling caused by some inner
impetus. << Sharath, good evening. Is your rider planning to strut for
the people, too? >>

E'vrin's arm cocks out, moving cloak back from his side, and offers
her an elbow. "Unless you'd like to walk alone?" he asks, thoroughly
casual, patient.

Sharath> I bespoke Lysseth with << E'vrin? No, but Laila was supposed
to strut, although she isn't. Your rider is? >>

Laila says "And I told you you'd look good." She nods, once, lowly,
and takes the offered arm. "Why would I?"

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Sharath with << Yes, a fact which she was
slightly anxious about until she saw what the *others* are
wearing. Evidently, her clothing is not as frightening as theirs. >>

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath lets a laugh ring out,
fire-bright. << Now he's eager to see it. And her. He hasn't seen her
in long and long. >>

E'vrin glances at Lysseth, a crooked smile moving his face for a
moment, then snugs Laila's hand in his over his arm. "A thought," he
says. "Doesn't matter. Let's see if we can find the place. Sharath's
bubbling with talk of the fashion show...."

Laila shrugs, allowing him to lead the way.

[They go down, down, down a lot of stairs.  Meanwhile:]

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << Fashion...? >>

Sharath> Nraith snores.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath explains in sparkling vistas:
people in bright clothing, walking around before other people who
watch, and sometimes marks are exchanged for the clothing and
sometimes not.

You choose the stairs leading down.
--
Bitra Hold Great Hall
     This is the Great Hall of Bitra Hold, a vast cavern serving as
living, meeting and dining area, in short, the general focal point of
Hold activity. Drudges provide food and drink for staff and holders
mingle , conducting business or haggling over goods and services. A
trader or three usually sits nearby, drinking wine and avoiding
would-be hustlers. The noise would likely be deafening if not for the
open, high ceiling area of the cavern through which the noise
diffuses. Light, too, filters from above through the tall, thin,
shuttered windows.
     A ledge has been cut halfway up the western wall; this balcony
overlooks the hall and a pair of doors leads to the Hold's inner
chamber. From time to time, chitters and chirps can be heard from the
ledge over the main doors to the courtyard, across the hall from the
balcony on the east wall. The furnishings are sturdy and well
maintained, mostly large hardwood tables and cushioned chairs, but are
not without their indications of heavy use and wear. A collection of
smaller tapestries line the walls with a single, large 'tapestry'
hanging beneath the balcony, its intricate patterns drawing the
eye. (Use +detail tapestry to see more!)
     An archway leads north into the busy kitchen; beside it, in the
northwest corner, steps lead up to the balcony. Bitra's chronic
gamblers have claimed the southwest corner of the room as their own,
and thick red curtains section it off from the rest of the great hall;
from time to time the curtains part and bystanders can see fortunes
being made or lost within. The upper floors of the hold can be reached
via the stairs to the south.
Contents:
Syren
Runway(#17074C)
Merielan
Silver
Verdine
Alane
Filliana
Divya
Serving Table
Cedrit
--

Laila climbs down the stairs from the second floor.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth is non-committal, perhaps even
slightly pensive. << Mmm. Well, she keeps to herself much anymore, and
sees few outside her Wing. But the Weavers asked her to participate,
and she was flattered enough to agree. Just as well. Any more sitting
at her desk for reports, and *my* rump was going to turn numb. You and
yours are well? >>

E'vrin paces down the last step, cloak rippling back from each careful
step, and glances at the woman at his side.

Divya says, "Not much new. Classes are still going strong for
everyone, and those of us doing well got permission to come to the
gather. I also get to perform after the show tonight if people want to
dance."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is unimpressed. Clothes.

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << Laila does look good. I like the
red. I thought I would. >>

Merielan nods smiling "Sounds nice..." she chuckles "I know my cousin
Kat will..if her 'young man' is here, as my ma would say."

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath shares companionably: sweeps,
drills, and visits to Ista; Ordoneth's rider and, recently, Genneth's
rider (but not too recently, though he doesn't know why); and various
other human things that don't bother him because they don't bother
E'vrin.

Laila steps down, next to E'vrin, looking about curiously, and
twisting a bit of black wool in her free hand.

Alane has disconnected.

Syren nods. "Good idea," he agrees to Filliana, moving quickly away
from the doorway, as if the cold lingers there; he slows slightly as
he approaches the hearth. "I'm Syren," he tells Filliana, with careful
politeness, then, that taken care of, he pours himself a mug of klah,
wrapping his hands around the outside of the mug.

Filliana raises her hand in greeting to the Igen riders, smiling from
her rocker seat by the hearth. "Greetings to Igen and her lovely
Queens," she greets.

Tagron comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

You whisper "What do you think? I don't know anyone here -- ah." to
Laila.

Tagron walks out the main doors to the courtyard.
Merielan walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Tagron comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

Laila whispers "I met the Lady Holder once."

E'vrin breaks off whispering to Laila, to incline his head to
Filliana. "Lady," he returns brightly enough. "Thank you, and Igen's
regards to Bitra on this fine night."

Raimi comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Laila gives Filliana a low nod. "Lovely to see you again..."

Raimi steps out of the curtains and clears her throat. "Good evening!"
She waits for the hall to quiet down.

Laila senses "E'vrin slides your way, "I know I've met the Lord
Holder, but not her. Hmm. We'll play it by ear, I guess.""

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth warms a little. << Well, she was
silly enough about it... >>

Filliana watches Syren for a few moments, then smiles. "Have we met? I
don't recall seeing you." She's distracted by Raimi's entrance, as she
sits up straighter to watch.

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << Her? Silly? >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth retains her pensiveness, perhaps
even produces more: smoke-grey crystals, dusky and dark against
faceted gems. << It seems an interesting life, >> she admits lightly,
<< and one filled with things fit to build memories from. We had heard
of your success at Ista--my belated congratulations. Am I right in
guessing that the eggs aren't far from cracking now? >>

E'vrin twists his head away to peer towards Raimi, too.

Laila whispers "I suppose. You /do/ look good, you know..."

Raimi murmurs to someone backstage. "Worse than first year
apprentices..." Turning back to her audience she continues," "I'm
Raimi, Master Weaver of Pern, just in case you don't read knots well."

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath says with some ruby
judiciousness, << I should hope so. The dragonhealers say soon, and
the little minds seem restless enough to me to want to break out. I
won't be visiting Genneth anymore after that. >>

Laila senses "E'vrin squeezes your hand. "Temptress.""

Divya turns back to give Master Raimi her full attention.

Syren shakes his head toward Filliana, looking as if he is about to
answer when Raimi's announcement captures his attention, and he
quickly slips into a nearby seat, shrugging his way out of the thick
coat, then turns his polite attention toward the front.

Laila turns her attention to the Master Weaver as well, seeming
grateful to have a specific thing to pay attention to.

Laila whispers "Me? Just mentioning..."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << Oh,
yes. Very. Fussing. Worrying. >>

You whisper "And looking good, yourself." His warm, bantering tone
shifts. "Kassima's one of the models. I hadn't known that." to Laila.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath is amused. << Why? >>

Raimi puts her hands on her hips, "Settle down, my poor models are
nervous enough as it is." She smiles, teasing her audience to settle
down. "What your about to see is available to anyone...with enough
marks...See a weaver if you see something you just /have/ to have."

Elisande comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Sharath with << Ista is a fine place to visit,
though, >> she remarks, relaxing minutely. << We have not gone there
often since Siaroth's death, but now and then my rider and her middle
hatchling enjoy tormenting Falsanath's. There are worse places by far
to have a clutch, no? >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is amused as well. << She did not
know whether she looked well or not, and whether he'd like the way she
looked and so on. >>

Raimi scans the audience. "Everyone ready? Allrighty then."

You sense Laila pauses. "I don't think you mentioned..."

Raimi says "Our first model is my very own craftsecond, Nuala!"

Javinar comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

Nuala comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Elisande comes in with Javinar. Well, there's an interesting match-up?

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath answers with a swatch of emotion
lifted from E'vrin like cloth picked up for examination in
masterweaver's hands: translucent appreciation, nubby velvet warmth,
and the slippery heat of desire.

Filliana ohhs softly, grinning at Nuala. Her hands clasp in front of
her, as she scans the first outfit.

E'vrin's face lights up with a surprised smile at the announced name,
and he nudges Laila. "Our very own helper," he murmurs, eyes on the
front.

Raimi says "is wearing a beautiful long-sleeved white shirt made of
Swiss Batiste. A delicate lace collar with rounded edges folds over
neatly and accents the neckline. Tucks line the front of the blouse,
three on either side of the button placket. The long, slightly billowy
sleeves are edged with lace that matches the collar and fastened
closed with delicate white buttons. A plain but elegant skirt made of
garnet red, so deep that it's almost a maroon, provides a contrast to
the blouse. A wide tie made of the same velvet is knotted in the back,
accenting Nuala's waist, and the hemline reaching to just above the
ankle"

Nuala steps out onto the runway. She sashays down, pausing to turn
halfway down, and then again at the end.
Nuala grins and waves to E'vrin and Laila.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth sends that along. << She will
feel better now, I think... >>

E'vrin waves right back and whispers to his escort.

Laila mirrors the woman's grin, and waves as well.

You whisper "She looks good. I never mentioned Kassima?" to Laila.

Raimi says "I might add that this is Nuala's own creation. Isn't she
lovely?"

Laila nods to E'vrin, only slightly, then begins the applause.

Raimi claps enthused for her C2.

Nuala turns and walks back toward the curtain, pausing once more
before slipping behind the curtain again.

Laila whispers "She does. And you didn't."

Filliana claps, perhaps a bit too loudly, a blush forming on her
cheeks.

Javinar quietly finds a seat, giving Elisande an inquiring glance as
he taps the chair beside him. The applause makes him hastily join in
as well.

Tagron claps as the young lady walks back through the curtain.

Syren cocks his head to the side, squirming his way to what might be a
more confortable position as he watches the first model with a gaze
that has more curiosity than interest. After a moment he bends over
his mug of klah, blowing on it gently, then taking a tentative sip
before returning his attention to Nuala. He doesn't clap, perhaps
because his hands are wrapped around his mug of klah.

Raimi smiles. "Nuala is your announcer for tonight. I have to hide
backstage and make sure everyone has the right clothes on."
Raimi climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.

Elisande sits down quickly, and claps brightly.

Nuala slips out from behind the curtain, having changed into another
set of clothing.

You whisper "A long story. I should have before now, but for a long
time it seemed that everyone in the Weyr knew it.... She was my first
lover. I fell in love with her, but not she with me. Mother of my
first child. We separated not long before you arrived on Search." to
Laila.

E'vrin's addition to the ovation stumbles a bit at the /new/ sight of
Nuala.

[Lost the desc in transit, but it was nice.]

Laila watches Nuala with almost overly rapt attention.

Nuala says "Our next model is Kassima."

You sense Laila nods, slightly. "Ah."

Laila senses "E'vrin glances your way. "Another time? This isn't the
place to talk, I guess.""

Kassima comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Javinar blinks at Nuala, sitting up straighter in his seat for a
better look at the runway. "The infamous Kassima..." is his quiet
murmur.

Nuala says "Today, she is dressed in something special of Weaver
make. For the busy weyrwoman on the go, this crisp tailored wool
jacket tops an A-line ankle length skirt that's not actually a skirt,
but instead pants for ease in sitting on those great golden necks. The
jacket is embroidered with Telgar Weyr's emblem on the left shoulder
and mid-back. It is a light gray with black embroidery; the skirt-like
pants are black. Knee-high boots of wherhide complete the ensemble."

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath replies comfortably, << The
beaches are good, and I catch fish in the ocean. It isn't bad, no. Nor
is your rider. I can see her from here. Is she comfortable? >>

Laila whispers "Not really." She pauses, then merely repeats, "Not
really."

E'vrin tucks his hands along his ribs, arms folded. His turn for rapt
attention on the model.

Filliana's face just beams as she waves enthusiastically to
Kassima. "Lovely! Just lovely, Kassi!" She can't help but applaud the
rider enthusiastically.

Kassima is trying, honestly and truly, not to look embarrassed at all
as she strides down the runway in a gait that simply cannot be called
a sashay. She's amused enough to strike a pose or two at the end of
said runway, at least. "I'm nay going to *strut*, Lysseth, shush," she
murmurs, before grinning sheepishly at Lady Filliana and turning to
walk back to the curtain.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath pauses. << Is there a problem
with her? Lysseth's rider was a long time ago. She isn't wearing red,
either. >>

Nuala grins. "Isn't it lovely? It's a "Gown by Raimi."

Javinar claps enthusiastically for the rider's showing. He mutters to
Elisande, "... she doesn't -look- dangerous. Nice outfit..."

Filliana giggles at the Telgar rider, then calls over to the Weaver
Second, "Wasn't that a bit too fast for us to see totally? Perhaps she
could turn?" Is that an impish look or what?

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is blithe, brushes it off. <<
She'll be fine. >>

E'vrin applauds, with an amused glance towards the Lady Holder.

Divya applauds Kassima's outfit, liking the pants disguised as a skirt.

Laila claps, politely. She glances at the Lady Holder, raising an
eyebrow.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath matches the mien, his own
brushed with some of Lysseth's green. << We're talking. I don't know
if E'vrin will talk with her rider or not. He's liking being with
Laila. >>

Kassima halts and turns obediantly... in order to give Filliana an
outright dirty look. "You, Lady, are evil." Her tone suggests humor,
though. "Would you like me to do a cartwheel whilst I'm at it?"

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << I know. About him. >>

Nuala waits until the applause dies down before calling out her next
victim...er model. "Next we have A'lex, who graced us with his
presence last night."

Filliana angles her head then grins at Kassima. "Perhaps? I wasn't
aware that you could do cartwheels. Such talent from Telgar."

A'lex comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Nuala says "A'lex leads the riders of Telgar in more than just
fighting Thread. He's wearing part of Raimi's latest collection of
casual wear. A jaunty deep red scarf around his neck compliments his
black and red striped muscle shirt that clings tightly to
well-developed rider muscles, exposing a flat tanned stomach. Black
stretchy material shows well developed thigh muscles ending above the
knee. (Some men are modest about their legs.) Black leather sandals
finish off his attire."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth seems confused. << She says they
look similar. >>

Syren watches for a moment, then mutters something under his breath
and blows, not gently at all, at his mug of klah. It ruffles, ripples,
looks as if it's going to spill out, then doesn't. He sip, then
glances up again, looking slightly more interested as he takes in the
interplay between model and audience. "Cartwheels are hard in boots,"
he comments generally.

Kassima just shakes her head and goes to stand in front of the
curtain, taking a brief moment to raspberry the Lady Holder before
wolf-whistling cheerily at 'Lex.

A'lex wanders out, looking a BIT more relaxed than he might have last
night, but it's hard to tell. This outfit is a bit more revealing. He
wanders towards the end of the runway, becoming a bit more relaxed as
the ogles start. Grinning impishly, he flexes once, just in time for
Kassima's wolf whistle.
Sparing a smile for the Lady Holder, A'lex turns once, then again
before making his way back towards the curtain where Kassima stands.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth comments helpfully, << See, what
Nraith's rider is wearing is what my rider was glad she didn't have to
wear. >>

Javinar's eyebrows rise at the latest showing, murmuring, "Gotta get
me one of those" as he applauds. Yes, he's referring to the clothes,
not the bronzerider.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath seems at a loss. One is
Kassima. One is Laila. Not similar.

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath merely passes along E'vrin's
vague awe that anyone would volunteer, sober, to tolerate it.

Divya sees the Telgar rider, and grins slowly and slightly naughtily
as she stares at his chest. Then she applauds loudly for him.

Nuala says "Now for T'saren."

T'saren comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

E'vrin just looks thoughtfully at the Weyrleader.

Elisande's eyes are on A'lex's legs again. Oh dear.

Ceria comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

T'saren steps out from behind the curtain and sighs heavily, a look of
grim determination on his face as he surveys the crowd. With another
resigned sigh, he slowly unclasps the woolen cloak he's wearing, then
lets it fall to reveal the Weaver creation beneath.
T'saren reluctantly drops his woolen cloak on the runway...

You whisper "...Do you think I'd fit into that outfit?" to Laila.

Ceria moves quietly into the hall and finds an empty spot.

Nuala says "'saren's upper body is clad in a sky blue cotton 'muscle'
shirt, the thin, almost transparent fabric designed to cling tightly
to the wearer's upper torso but stopping just short of the stomach, to
show off all those sharply defined abdominal muscles. Narrow straps at
the shoulders and the deep rounded neckline will reveal a man's
well-developed chest and shoulder muscles, along with any hair they
might have on their chest, to the pleasure of you ladies out there. On
T'saren's lower body, brief shorts in pure white sisal show off all
those shapely leg muscles dragonriders develop from Turns of riding
their lifemates. Fine-tanned leather sandals dyed a dark brown in hue
protect will protect his feet from hot beach sand, or would if he were
really at the beach."

You whisper "Call it morbid fascination. I wonder if they paid him."
to Laila.

M'rgan comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth shrugs. She doesn't always make
sense.

Ariat comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Lysseth confides, << Mine doesn't think he
*was* sober. Or sane. Though she does like the colors. >>

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << Then perhaps she is still being
silly. >>

Ariat has disconnected.

Laila whispers "Oh my."

T'saren walks slowly down the runway, trying to look like he's in
complete control. Shouts from behind the curtain of 'work it!' and
'show off those muscles!' bring a crimson flush to his cheeks, but the
mysterious call of 'make it worth the dress!' just as he nears the end
of the platform causes him to visibly flinch and take up some sort of
manly man pose. After holding it for barely a heartbeat, he turns and
stalks back down the runway, snatching his discarded cloak from a hand
that reaches through the curtain, though he doesn't put the cloak back
on yet as he takes his place with the other models.

Sharath> I bespoke Lysseth with << It is odd. E'vrin does wonder if he
could fit into the Weyrleader's outfit. He calls it "morbid
fascination." I think he's silly, but Laila is upset to hear about
your rider, so he does it to be silly for /her./ >>

A'lex bites his lip as T'saren walks out.

A wet and half-frozen M'rgan slips in through the doors along with
Ariat. He pauses at the entrance as the door shuts behind him to take
in the scene and to remove some of his damp garments.

Tagron chuckles and mutters, "That man is definitely braver than I."

Divya watches T'saren in silence, to spare his blushes. But her bright
red face and smiles give away her thoughts.

Laila watches the two men, a vaguely embarrassed look about her.

Javinar huhs, folding his arms. "Check that one out, Eli. Istans'd
like it. Specially the girls." He snickers quietly at the catcalls.

Ceria shakes a bit with silent laughter as she observes T'saren's
modelling.

Kassima would wolf-whistle for Tas, too, but she's entirely too busy
trying not to snicker. "Woo-hoo, Tas," she murmurs. "Going to wear
that for Maylia tonight? She'd probably just adore it."

E'vrin just shakes his head and watches, eyes a little wide.

Elisande looks at T'saren. Her eyes bulge and her cheeks turn about
the same color as a certain thread-bringing star. Man.

Nuala says "Our next model is Leigh."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << I think so. He is one of the
things she is not always reasonable about. >> He is cheerful. << But
it passes. Always does. >>

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Sharath with << Oh, I'm certain the Weavers
could resize it if not. Laila is your rider's newest mate, I'm
guessing? Strange that she'd be upset. It has, as you say, been long
and long. >>

T'saren glares at Kassi and mutters something about shoving a
firestone sack in it. He fiddles with the cloak, but still doesn't put
the woolen garment on over his skimpy attire.

Leigh comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Nuala says "A hand-batiked silk scarf partially covers Leigh's hair,
draped in the manner of a sari but fluttering only a little below
shoulder level. Leigh's navy pant suit is modelled after a man's but
tailored to her female figure and small stature. Tastefully
understated, it draws little attention to itself while complementing
the appearance of its wearer. The blouse beneath is crisp white linen
against which sparkles a delicate silver caduceus pin at the high-cut
throat. Nondescript navy trousers lead the eye downward to thick-soled
boots which add a healthy three or four fingerwidths to Leigh's
height."

Leigh appears in the archway and strides down the aisle, walking tall
as her attire is described by the Weaver Craftsecond. If she is
uncomfortable or nervous, one would never know it by her demeanor,
casually in command as she stops, pausing for effect, then walks
forward again to stop at the end of the row, turn and pose, and then
return to the archway. Once there, she waits two beats, then returns
to the dressing area. She'll be seen again later.

Sharath> Lysseth senses that Sharath swirls thought vaguely touched
with Igen brown, from his other close conversation. << It has been
long. He's still fond of her, and he's fond of Laila. I like Laila,
too. Ordoneth and I have decided they're all being silly. >> Pause. <<
I do /not/ like these outfits, the men's. E'vrin may not have one. >>

M'rgan scoots around the back of the crowd to leave his wet clothes on
a chair near a fire. He only barely glances at T'saren's 'outfit' as
he then makes his way into the crowd, searching out some of the other
Telgarians. "Too bad Kassi wasn't wearing what Tas is wearing," he
comments as he rubs his nose with the back of his hand, stifling a
sniffle.

Javinar perks up, looking Leigh up and down. Twice. "Oh
Faranth. Beautiful... outfit." Applause erupts from him.

Elisande can't get her eyes off T'saren now. Oh dear.

Filliana leans over toward Syren, forgetting she just met him. "You
know, I know that healer from /somewhere/." Her eyes go back to the
young woman, deeply lost in thought. "Somewhere."

Leigh sends the outspoken young fellow a smile halfway through that
first turn, disappearing behind the curtain shortly before the next
person appears.
Leigh climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.

A'lex mutters to Kassima, "Ya... else
from... always... Not... to... it'd... nice!"

Laila whispers "I am so glad I didn't do this..."

Nuala says "Next up....Leya."

Leya comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Leya's eyes widen as she sees all the people gathered in the Great
Hall, but she just takes a deep breath, smiles and slowly strides down
the runway.

Nuala says "Leya is wearing a pullover sisal tunic that falls below
her knees. A simple oval neck openning with an innovative hook and eye
closure and short sleeves adds to it's simplicity. Solid forest green,
loose fitting pants add to the easy elegance. The print of the tunic
is a vine with different leaves and flowers growing in random
patterns. The wide border of the tunic is done is a square geometic
design with a different flower caught in the center of each square."

Laila senses "E'vrin's reply is heartfelt. "So am I. Those
/outfits./""

Laila suddenly grins, and erupts into applause.

T'saren glares at Kassi again as she murmurs something to him, then
shrugs. "Got me in it somehow, and I'm a bit bigger than a toothpick."
He suddenly seems to realize how that comment sounded and blushes deep
crimson.

E'vrin brightens and joins the clapping. "A /simple/ outfit," he
murmurs to Laila. "I like that one."

Syren murmurs, "It's really a little cold out for sandles, don't you
think?" though it's anyone's guess who the remark is directed
toward. He takes another sip of klah, and finally seems satisfied with
it's temperature, he gulps down a large swallow. "Still, it's sort of
interesting," he concludes more cheerfully, settling back in his chair
and sending a spattering of applause at the next model's appearance,
then breaking off in surprise at Filliana's comment. "It's easy to
know people from somewhere," he says. "I know lots of people. Not her,
though," he adds, and resumes his applause as Leya appears.

Leya smiles out over the crowd, nodding slightly to the people she
recognizes. She stops at the end of the runway and turns to one side,
waits a moment then the other.

Laila murmurs, "You never met Leya, did you?"

Ceria snickers quietly as she overhears T'saren's comment to Kassima
and she grins over at the group of Telgarians.

Divya claps for Leya and her outfit.

Kassima gives up and snickers outright. She mutters to A'lex,
"... pretty... in... black and red, 'Lex!... I..."  She waggles her
eyebrows, then takes a second to give Mart an outright *horrified*
look upon overhearing him.

Javinar nods definite approval for Leya's clothes, his hands clapping
just as enthusiastically for that outfit. "Wonder how long that took
to make."

E'vrin smiles up at the model, gives Laila a prompt nod.

You whisper "She was sitting in on Siara's lecture, I think, wasn't
she?" to Laila.

Tagron has disconnected.

Laila whispers "Yes. She was a candidate... Woodcrafter." She
pauses. "I still need to talk to her..."

Leya smiles out at the crowd, then turns and walks over to stand next
T'saren.

You whisper "Maybe we can catch her afterwards?" to Laila.

Several drudges move quickly out of the kitchen to wander through the
maze of chairs and tables, bringing small fingerfoods to the
crowd. Behind them come the winebearers, offering to refill glasses or
pour fresh ones.

Kassima lifts an eyebrow at Tas, then, and asks in an innocently
surprised tone, "*Really*?" Shaking her head, she smiles and applauds
for the latest model. "That's certainly pretty. And green!"

Laila whispers "Ah...yes. I think so."

You whisper "Or you can. I can find other things to entertain myself,
if you want to get her alone." to Laila.
E'vrin snags a fresh glass for himself and sips, watching the models
closely over the rim.

M'rgan catches Kassima looking at him and he smiles innocently to her
before resuming his conversation with one of the Telgar Weyr
cooks. For some odd reason the cook's eyes are more on T'saren then
they are on the damp brownrider.

You sense Laila is quick to respond. "Oh, no. That's fine. Nothing
private."

Kerowyn comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Laila senses "E'vrin assures you, "I don't mind! I can go say hello to
M'rgan over there, find out why he's all wet.""

Nuala says "Our next model is Kerowyn."

Leya smiles at Kassima, then turns to watch model who just walked out.

Nuala says "For the woman who likes her gather finery tailored and
dramatic we have a beaded, long sleeve, to the knees brocade jacket
with mandarin color, Outlined in silver along the hem, cuffs, collar
and jacket front. Closes to whatever length you like with innovative
hook and eye closures."

T'saren's mouth works silently, as he obviously tries to come up with
*something* to reply to Kassi with. Finally he contents himself with,
"Well, after waking up in my bed that one morning, you should know."
He follows this with a completely innocent smile, then turns away to
watch the other models.

Laila whispers "When it's over. I suppose."

Nuala says "Another beautiful Gown by Raimi."

A'lex mutters to T'saren, "Ya... Wingleader's..."

Kerowyn shows a momentary hesitation, eyeing all the people. But after
a moment of deep breathes she strides forwards, starting her slow walk
down the the runway. She starts getting into it, smileing
flirtatiously with the closest men to the runway.

T'saren mutters to A'lex, "... little cold... flying sweeps,..."

Javinar nods his approval as he applauds. "You need something like
that, Eli."

E'vrin isn't near the runway, but he'll toss a grin at the apprentice
all the same, with a little wave.

Ceria watches the latests models with a slight smile playing about her
lips. She applauds politely.

Kerowyn reaches the end, slowly turning to be sure the audiance sees
her. Sauntering back now, she catches E'vrin's eye and flashes a
brillant smile.

Divya applauds Kerowyn's flashy Gather outfit. It certainly is
eye-catching.

Elisande hmms. "No way I have the marks for anything like /that/." She
still has to talk to Raimi.

E'vrin laughs a little, waves again, and leans towards Laila beside
him.

Laila straightens a bit, tossing her cloak over one shoulder, and
attempting to catch Leya's attention.

You whisper "Kero got to be a model instead of you! --Do you see
Leya?" to Laila.

"Lovely," Kassi remarks approvingly of the latest item, grinning. "And
Tas... why do you think I sounded so incredulous?" Eyelashes
flutter--she's enjoying being evil--before she turns back to watch the
modelling proceed.

Nuala says "Next down the runway are Leigh and Duchov."

Duchov comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.
Leigh comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Kerowyn reaches where she enters, slipping behind the curtain again as
the next two walk on.

Laila whispers "I think she said something about that..."

Duchov and Leigh walk in from opposite ends of the runway, meeting
with the skilled percision of a surgeon in the center. The tall
mindhealer takes the arm of the petite woman, evidence of a
partnership that goes beyond this show. Traipsing down the way, solem
expressions are borne on each healer's face. Duty, pride, and glamor,
all in one.

Leya smiles at Kerowyn, then notices something out in the crowed. She
sees Laila and gives her a big grin and a little wave, lifting her
hand up a little away from her side and wiggling her fingers.

Radar climbs down the stairs from the second floor.

Syren adds idly, "Nor her," then pauses in his applause to pick up his
mug of klah and gulp down another swallow. "This is good klah," he
states, while peering around the mug at the next model, looking
annoyed for a moment as a tall man makes his way through the hall just
in front of him, heading for the door. Syren leans forward, then
pauses, staring at the man. "That looks like my ride," he says,
startled. He watches as the man slips through the door, then jumps up,
dashing toward the door as well.

Radar climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.

Syren walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Nuala says "Healer Apprentice Duchov is wearing dark green, linen,
trousers, cut to flatter the more long of leg sort. A form-fittingly
snug tunic is draped across a swimmer's torso, and covered by a forest
green vest. Summer leaves are depicted in the embroidery which wends
its way around the neck and chest. Rather than tying the vest closed,
it seems Duchov has taken for some flair, and allowed the brighter
green ties of his vest to hang open."

Nuala says "A model's obligation is to display clothing rather than to
overshadow it, a duty Leigh performs admirably. Vibrant against
Leigh's complexion, linen the hue of newborn leaves whispers the
promise of spring. Full sleeves gather at the wrist in white lace
cuffs. A fitted, low-cut bodice exposes her collarbones and the silver
and amethyst caduceus drop-pendant sparkling just above the 'V' of the
sweetheart neckline. Winter snows thaw across the split overskirt of
Leigh's gown, dying it a richer, deeper green. The sodden skirt is
lightened by summer-hued leaves embroidered throughout, draping as
languidly as their inspiration, grape-heavy Benden vineyards."

A Smith feline-calls from the front, "Yah Spoo-!" His friends cut of
the rest of that comment with a mug of ale.

Nuala says "Leigh's hairstyle was accomplished by Danna Sebring of the
Sebring Family, and that her caduceus pendant was created by
Journeyman Smith Fronhik, who graciously granted its use for the
evening."

[As if the _X-Files_ references weren't rampant enough?]

Ro comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

T'saren frowns and involuntarily glances down at himself after Kassi's
words. After a moment or two he raises his head again, unable to find
a come-back for the greenriding Wingleader's veiled insult. Some
things just have to wait for a man to be a bit more clothed.

Well there goes Javinar's tentative plans for the night, right out the
window. Nonetheless he applauds the couple on the runway, and gives
Elisande an encouraging grin. "Someday some man'll adore ya and buy
you lots of dresses like that."

Duchov releases Leigh's arm to stand a few steps behind her.

Elisande chuckles. "Maybe. Who knows."

Ro walks in quietly. She looks around for familiar faces and makes her
way towards them.

Divya grins and applauds loudly for Leigh and Duchov. She even
whistles in appreciation of Duchov's posing.

One of the starsmiths yelps, "Fronhicks a /Journeyman/!?"

Nuala looks on with pride at her models as they show off their
clothes...and do a splendid job.

Leigh's hand falls from Duchov's as she steps forward again,
displaying her garment in full. Before she had been commanding and a
touch flirtatious; now she is all elegance and class. Once she has
completed her turn, she waits, knowing that Duchov will come to join
her.

Ceria smiles as she inspects Leigh's garment. "Lovely," she murmurs.

Filliana has disconnected.

Duchov holds an arm out as leigh turns before the crowd. Then it is
the young man's turn, and he circles around Leigh, stepping to the
side and then before her. A heartbeat is the length of time Duchov
stands in front of Leigh, and then he moves back to take Leigh's arm
and lead her back up the runway and off to the side with the other
models.

M'rgan bobs his head in reply to something that the cook said as his
gaze slides back to T'saren and Kassima. He says to the cook in a
mutter as he continues to examine the other two riders, "...can tell
it's winter...cold...shrinkage..."

Nuala says "Our next model is J'lyn."

J'lyn comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Nuala says "Though simplistic in design, this outfit of dark greens
and darker blacks is still flattering to the right wearer; none of the
glittering jewels and embroidery favored by women is found here, but
instead, it provides handsome and incomplex adornment favored by those
who haven't either the time or inclination to spend much time in front
of a mirror. Black leather trous, tanned to a softness that makes them
look comfortable to wear, fit J'lyn securely without being
eye-poppingly snug, and form an attractive contrast with the deep
hunter green of the fine raime shirt above them. Caught at wrist and
throat with sable-corded ties, it's a loose, airy garment, ideal for
the changing warm and cool weathers of spring or autumn. A belt as
dark as the slacks holds it to J'lyn's waist, fastened with a buckle
of gleaming silver shaped in an intricate knotwork design; it would
not be hard to get lost in the curves and swoops of the argent maze,
should you let your gaze dwell on it too long. Sturdy black boots
complete the ensemble, wide cuffs turned down to draw the gaze towards
the turn of the calf, and just a hint of ornamentation can be found
along the cuff-edges: silver thread twinkles elusively in the light,
twining in a pattern to match the belt and give the entire outfit a
touch of elegance."

J'lyn does exactly the opposite from Kassi. He struts. The usually
quiet, subdued older greenrider struts for all he's worth. You'd think
he owned the place by the way he's acting. His chest is puffed and
there's a glint in his eye that says he knows that green is a very
good color for him. He gets to the end of the runway and slowly turns
on heel and toe to show off the back side of the finely wrought
Weaver-made outfit. He slowly swaggers himself back to the curtain and
stands by the rest of the models, that insufferable grin still
plastered to his face.

T'saren cocks his head to one side as he overhears some of M'rgan's
comment to the cook. "Maybe that's how I got in here, come to think of
it." The words are very quiet, but carry through the stillness as
J'lyn makes his entrance.

Sharath> The winter air is a bit humid but enjoyable.  The breeze
grows into a definite wind and a few people out in the hold start to
hide their faces from it. The blizzard tapers off, though the snow
still comes down heavily.

E'vrin twists a little wry smile at the Weyrsecond's attitude, but he
applauds dutifully.

Ceria chuckles quietly at J'lyn's flambouyant manner and she applauds
enthusiastically.

Javinar shakes his head to Elisande. "No maybes about it," he says
firmly. "Ah, now check out that one. Looks downright comfy."

Divya watches J'lyn's swagger and yells out, "More, more! Show us some
more!"

Sharath> Ordoneth snorts. Snow. He looks up balefully.

Kerowyn watches the other models with some amusement.

Duchov mutters to Leigh, "... going... need... after... grey."

Kassima takes a moment to just gape at Mart, then dissolves in quiet
laughter. "Poor, poor, poor Tas... ooh, looking good, Jal!" Another
wolf-whistle for the greenrider. "But where's your black leather?"

Sharath> Sharath merely hunkers into his wings' powdered cloak and
squeezes his eyes triply shut.

Keagan comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

A bluerider from J'lyn's wing hollers out. "I wanted to see the outfit
from last night!!"

Leigh mutters to Duchov, "I know. I... to talk... into other
colors. Even... to need... headaches..."

J'lyn chuckles, and shakes his head.

"What's with the extra clothe in back, J'lyn?"

Keagan slips quietly into the hall so as to not disturb the
festivities too much.

M'rgan hmms to himself and his eyes widen a bit at the Weyrsecond's
strut. As he notices the cook paying a little too close attention to
J'lyn, he lightly elbows her as he tilts his head towards the other
man. "See what I mean about the cold...Even with...shrinkage...safer
to sit..."

J'lyn hooks his thumbs in his belt and slightly pulls at the waisband,
shouwing that yes, believe it or not, he's wearing the black leather
underneath the green.

A'lex just gapes as J'lyn steals the spotlight yet again.

Javinar's eyes widen. "Now that," he notes solemnly, "Is a brave man."

Laila whispers "Well. I think this is my last fashion show..."

Duchov blinks a few times and /stares/ at J'lyn. "My word," says
Duchov softly. "Now THAT is a man a mother would be proud of."

Laila blinks a few times. Just blinks.

Laila senses "E'vrin shifts his weight. "It's a parade of flesh," he
says bitterly. "I wanted to see clothing.""

Leya blinks, wide eyed in disbelief as she stares at J'lyn.

Ro just shakes her head. She doesn't seem a bit surprised.

Divya applauds again, very loudly, for the flash J'lyn allowed the
audience.

Nuala hides her laugher behind the hide in her hand. She waits for
J'lyn to walk back to the curtain before announcing the next model.

E'vrin starts looking around for refills on his wine.

Leigh's hand tightens briefly upon Duchov's arm. It could be that her
nails are digging slightly. She mutters to Duchov, "... Duchov,
are... staring? "

Laila whispers "Now, that's interesting. Women look fine. It's the
-men-..."

J'lyn wurns and walks back, wiggling a little as he gets back to the
curtain.

Duchov gasps a little bit and slouches where he's standing. He mutters
to Leigh, "... appreciating the... think... us?"

Nuala shakes her head and stares at the hide in her hand before
announcing. "Next down the runway is Janine."

You whisper "They must have been drunk to agree to this. Or -- note
that so many are Telgarians?" to Laila.

Janine comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Nuala says "Jani wears an over-the-head dress of pale rose sisal,
whose bodice clings to every curve. It has a deep oval neckline
extending down to her cleavage and a swaying pleated skirt that hangs
to her ankles. The neckline is embroidered with Igen's black and gold
in a repeating pattern of a riders knot, a thin line of green scrolled
around in the design. She wears a long sleeve collarless swing jacket
in the same light rose over the top, the sleeves trimmed with wide
matching deep rose borders. The jacket ends in dramatic 'v's on both
sides with the same wide deep rose border."

Duchov lifts his eyebrows at Leigh, but only coughs.

T'saren nods to himself as he takes in J'lyn's outfit. "I like
that. Wonder what May'd think..." He gives his Weyrsecond an
encouraging grin as J'lyn takes his place against the curtain.

Janine steps lightly down the stairs, timing each step to maximixe the
sway of her skirt. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs and the edge
of the runway she stops and poses. A few strides set the skirt to
swinging again, until she pauses at the end.

Keagan slips quietly through the crowd of onlookers, making his way to
the serving table where he pours a mug of hot klah, then turns to
watch the show.

E'vrin whistles shrilly almost before the Igen green rider's stepped
out into view, and he waves to her madly.

Laila shifts her attention suddenly from E'vrin to Janine, clapping
and giving a short, sharp whistle.

Javinar leans forward intently to peer at the latest creation being
modelled. He doesn't say a word, just abuses his poor hands with a
renewed burst of clapping.

Divya appluads Janine. She walks as well as Riell does when she's
man-hunting!

Leya grins encouragingly at Janine as she steps out.

Janine smiles to E'vrin and Laila then slips off the jacket and drapes
it over a shoulder. She turns to show the gown's side and deep back,
stepping back to the edge of the runway again, then off to the side,
next to J'lyn.

E'vrin tucks his arm back to hugging his ribs under his cloak, slants
a grin at Laila. "Had to," he murmurs to her. "She looks /great./"

Kerowyn flashes a bright smile as Janine shows her gown.

M'rgan rolls his eyes a touch as he roots around in his pocket,
eventually pulling out a dry handkerchief which he tries to press into
the nearly drooling cook's hand. "He's gone. He's gone." His blue gaze
flicks briefly back to the stage as another model is announced. "Why
don't they put the Holders and Crafters in one of those outfits?"

"For something pink, and dress-shaped, that's gorgeous," Kassi remarks
of Janine's outfit, nodding approval.

Laila shrugs a little at Ev. "Agreed. /I/ whistled."

Leya leans over J'lyn to to say softly to Janine. "You did really
well."

You whisper "Well, yours is better, but all in the name of Weyr and
wing solidarity..." to Laila.

Nuala says "Next we have 10-year-old Radar, in for a second time
also."

Janine smiles shyly back to Leya. "Thanks! I wish I could have seen
you. You look wonderful." she whispers back.

Radar comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Laila whispers "Mine's better than that?"

Nuala says "Radar is clad in a tunic of fine sisal fabric dyed emerald
green in hue, a deep brown cord lacing the garment's front from
mid-chest to throat. The sleeves hug his arms down to the wrists,
which are decorated with coppery embroidery. The oval neckline has
been embroidered with more bright coppery thread in an intricate
knotwork pattern. Upon one shoulder rests a blue and black knot,
showing that he is from High Reaches Weyr. Over the long-sleeved tunic
is a tight-fitting black leather vest, very plain until one sees the
back, where thin, stacked chevrons of copper and emerald lend a
dynamic cast to the attire, starting at the shoulders and terminating
in points down the back. Slim-cut trousers of brushed dark brown suede
encase Radar's legs, with intricate copper-sews knots running down the
outside of his right side. A belt of brown leather has been tooled
with interlocking diamonds, echoing the chevrons from the vest, while
boots of copper-hued leather protect his feet."

Leya raises an eyebrow as she hears M'rgan's comment. "Probably
because they would refuse to wear it." She mutters under her breath.

You whisper "Under the circumstances, yes. Besides, I'm
biased. Indulge me." to Laila.

Radar pauses for a moment on the runway, then slowly walks down to the
other end. He pivots once in each direction, then pauses again to
smile wave to the crowd.

Raimi comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Laila whispers "I don't mind the bias." She pauses, then, wonderingly,
"I think I'm fishing..."

Nuala says "And last, but never least, we have our own CraftMaster,
Raimi."

Janine applaudes Raimi, smiling radiantly to her.

Radar walks back up the runway to join the other models.

Leya smiles at Janine. "Thanks. You did better than me anyways."

Ceria stands up quietly and slips out the door.

Tagron has connected.

Ceria walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Nuala says "Raimi wears simple pants in burnt sienna with a shell top
in a neutral biege. An applique of swirls and curlicues in her crafts
colors adorns the neckline. The outfit is covered by a long sleeve
collarless jacket matching her pants. The sleeves have a wide matching
beige border. The jacket ends in dramatic 'v's on both sides with a
matching wide beige border. A very dramatic ensemble. A "gowns by
Raimi" of course."

Kerowyn cheers the craftmaster quietly.

Laila senses "E'vrin's voice ripples low with amusement. "I hope the
hook doesn't bite too deeply into my mouth.""

Raimi steps out onto the runway again giving the crowd a knowing
smile. She walks down the runway displaying confidence in her craft
and her garment. She's good and she knows it.

Nuala cheers loudly for Raimi, clapping and whistling.

Leya joins Janine is clapping for Raimi, smiling at her as she walks
out.

Tagron claps loudly for Raimi.

T'saren applauds for the Master Weaver, having to set down his cloak
to do so.

Leigh joins in the accolades for the artist, a politely reserved
little clap in keeping with the formality of her attire.

Raimi twirls at the runways end, allowing her swing jacket to, well,
swing! Smiling she strides back to the other models and takes her
place.

Radar claps for Raimi and the other models as well, watching to see if
J'lyn has another surprise up his sleeve.

Kassima lifts her hands to applaud for the Craftmaster, grinning. "I
like that one, definitely. Fabulous, Master!"

Nuala says "That, ladies and gentlemen, is our show. Let's hear it
again for our models!"

You sense Laila also seems amused. "Not all that deeply. Just keep
telling me things like that and I'll not need to pull."

Tagron claps loudly, whistling for all the models and the weavers.

E'vrin adds his applause for the show.

Raimi lifts her hands clapping for her models and the audience.

You whisper "Good. How much good is a hooked and hurt mouth?" to
Laila.

Laila applauds, nodding deeply in Jani and Leya's direction.

Divya stands up to cheer and applaud for all the models!

M'rgan nudges the cook again to try and get her eyes off of
J'lyn. When she gives him a puzzled look he cocks his head in the
direction of the stage and begins to clap. Apparently the woman got
the hint since she also begins to applaud. And to canine-whistle at
J'lyn when attention is called to the models again.

Leya smiles out over the crowd, her smile widening as her eyes pass
over Laila and Divya.

Tagron joins Divya in standing, still applauding the models.

Laila whispers "Last time I checked, not much at all, considering..."

Janine claps wildly for Raimi, Nuala and Kerowyn. "Well done!"

Laila senses "E'vrin flashes you a purely wicked grin, then asks,
"Time to see Leya?""

Laila shifts slightly, still applauding, a slow grin forming.

You sense Laila pauses, for a long moment. "Well. It could wait. It
depends."

Kerowyn is full of smiles for all the models around her. She gives
Janine another smile, adding. "You look wonderfull!"

E'vrin rises on tiptoes to peer towards Leya and Janine, too, no
longer applauding, himself. He turns back to Laila and shrugs. "I'm
fine with it--"

Nuala slips in at the end of the models, still wearing one of her own
creations, though no longer the same outfit as before.

Laila senses "E'vrin hastily lowers his voice. "I mean, go ahead, and
I'll go with if you want, or not. I'm bored. Walking around would be
nice.""

Raimi shoos the models forward for one last walk down the
runway. "Go. Go," she whispers.

Keagan finds a spot at the back of the crowd and stands there sipping
his klah as he watches the models parade down the runway, the men
looking handsome and the women gorgeous in their finery.

A'lex, knowing he's a long way from the most outlandish looking
creature on the stage, makes a smooth cirucit of the runway. He smiles
and nods to all the assembled, flexes once then makes his way back out
again.

Radar falls into the line of models, and walks the runway one more
time. He smiles and blows kisses to all the women in the audience.

A'lex climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.

T'saren scoops up his cloak with a sweeping bow-like movement and
hooks two fingers into the garment's collar, flipping it over his
shoulder. That done, he follows the other models back to the dressing
room curtain, his stride a little more easy now that this is all over
and done with.
T'saren climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of
the room, up to the balcony and through the door.

Kerowyn tugs on Raimi's arm to sendher down the runway as well. A
wiggle is added to the apprentice's step.

Tagron steps outside to get a bit of fresh air.

Duchov /hauls/ Leigh by the arm down the stage. Woman is PINCHING his
arm. Taking long steps (even for him), Duchov presents Leigh for the
audience to see. And promptly attempts to fade to grey behind her.

Tagron walks out the main doors to the courtyard.
Silver walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Laila whispers "However long you'd like to stay... We should at least
say hello."

Leya does her long legged stride, her pants swishing around her legs,
following the other models in the line.

Leigh glances up at Duchov as the formality dissolves. "Back to the
Healer tent? I've got emergency duty in less than a candlemark,"
suggests the smaller of the two, "and I want to get out of th...Ow!
All right, all right."

Raimi walks the runway once more smiling to the crowd. She stops at
the announcers podium.

Kassima follows the other Telgarians' lead in making her own circuit,
trying really, really hard to look graceful or something similar
rather than just wildly amused. Please note that she fails
miserably. With a last, amused shake of her head, she ducks back
behind the curtain.
Kassima climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of
the room, up to the balcony and through the door.

You whisper "Well, if they come back after dressing." to Laila.

Nuala follows the last of the models out and off the runway.

Janine follows the other models, jacekt and skirt swinging. She waves
to Laila and E'vrin and steps off the runway. "Thanks for coming! Did
you really like it?"

Nuala climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.

Raimi bows. "Thank you one and all for you kind attention. If you've
seen anything that interested you...well, you know where the Hall is."

Radar climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.
J'lyn climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.
Leigh climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.

You sense Laila draws out her words, "And... if not...?"

Raimi climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.
Duchov climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of
the room, up to the balcony and through the door.

You say "Did, Janine! You look wonderful. I can't wait to tell the
rest of the wing about this."
Laila senses "E'vrin finishes, "If not, you go back and find her, and
I track down fingerfood. There was some kind of fish thing that
smelled great....""

Laila nods to Janine, smiling widely. "You look /amazing/. Do you get
to keepit?

Nuala comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.
Nuala comes out of the room again, ready to join the gather and have
fun.

Kerowyn mingles in the crowd, stopping by several young men who were
also in the yesterday,

M'rgan flomps back into his chair and crosses his arms in front of his
chest, disappointment on his pale features. "Well, that didn't give me
much to work with. Of course I've got stuff on T'saren now but that
doesn't do me any good. I needed something on Kassi. The least they
could've done was put her in something pink and whispy."

Raimi comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

Janine nods. "Taya and I bought new outfits two months ago, just to
wear to the gather. This is mine. Think Cami will like it?"

Kassima comes out the double doors on the balcony, and descends the
steps.

You sense Laila sighs. "Alright..."

E'vrin assures her, "She'll love it, I'm sure. Is it very comfortable?"

Malent comes in the large eastern doors from the courtyard.

Laila senses "E'vrin glances over quickly. "What? I don't want to dog
you, that's all.""

Raimi smiles and wanders through the crowd.

Divya decides to go check out the tents, and get some food at the
Bakers.

Laila seems a bit confused at the Cami-reference, but nods. "I'm
sure."

Leya climbs up a short flight of steps in the northwest corner of the
room, up to the balcony and through the door.

Divya walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Javinar heads north into the hold kitchen.
Javinar comes out of the busy kitchens.

Keagan steps forward to the front of the crowd and says, "My Lady
Filliana, asked to to say in her absence that you are all welcome to
avail yourselves of the amenities of the hold and the wonderful treats
prepared by our masterbaker Myriana. And I would add that the EvenOdds
is open should any of you like to try your hand as one of the games!"

Janine nods. "A little cool for here." She slips the jacket back on
and smiles. "That's better. My riding leathers are up in the meeting
room. Were you going to dance tonight?" she asks both of them.

Raimi makes her way through the crowd to the hall doors.

Elisande stretches a bit.

Raimi walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Laila glances up at E'vrin. "Well... I'm not sure."

Kerowyn walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

E'vrin glances at Laila. "I'm game," he rallies. "After I get a little
food in me."

Alane has connected.
Alane climbs up the stairs to the second floor.

Nuala walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Malent walks in, looking about.

Ro walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

Laila mutters, quietly, "I can't dance very well..." She shrugs at
Janine.

E'vrin murmurs back, "Then we'll watch. You hungry?"

Kassima wanders back out in more standard Gather gear, noting to Mart,
"You are *so* dead, I swear." A shame her stifled laughter keeps it
from sounding very threatening. "What was that about pink and wispy
again?" She gives a nod of greeting to those nearby, and murmurs
something about duties.

Laila nods slightly, then looks at Jani. "You want to come, or are you
changing first?"

Janine looks with understanding to Laila. "Practice makes perfect, but
I'm hungry too. I'm heading for the bakercraft tent. How about you?"

E'vrin chips in, "Bakercraft sounds good." He sends a little wave,
diffident, in Kassima's direction.

Laila says "Fine by me..."

M'rgan straightens up at Kassima's approach and immediately slaps on
his face that innocent look that has served him so well in the
past. He's just a sweet and sturdy brownrider. No evil here. "Hmm?
Pink and wispy? I'm not sure what you are talking about." A quick
change of subject. "You didn't look bad up there."

Janine walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

E'vrin catches his cloak protectively around him -- blizzard, hrmph --
and starts after Janine, lagging to match Laila's pace.

Laila whispers "I /was/ trying to flirt earlier. I think I failed
miserably..."
Laila sweeps out. Cloak. She can't do much but sweep.

You whisper "I think you didn't have to, and I'm horrible at it,
myself." to Laila.

Laila walks out the main doors to the courtyard.

You walk out the main doors, to the courtyard.

E'vrin huddles. "Where is it? Outside the gates?"

Laila says "Maybe..."

[They find their way out through the snow:]
--
BakerCraft Tent
        The inside of the BakerCraft tent is spacious and warm, the
air filled with mouth-watering scents. A long table has been set up to
one side, laden with the fruits of the Craft. Snacks and delicacies,
beautifully arranged, excite the taste buds. More solid offerings of
meat and vegetable dishes are the staple fare of the hungry
Gather-goers, the rich scents mingling with the pastries and breads
that are displayed alongside. Further along are the desserts, the
ever-popular bubbly pies spilling their steaming, fruity contents from
their crisp, golden pastry shells. Another section has been given over
to a superb display of celebration cakes and specialty dishes.
        A BakerCraft apprentice or journeyman is invariably at hand to
serve your fancies and haggle over the marks. Plain wooden tables and
benches provide ample seating, with jugs of steaming klah offered free
to tempt potential customers inside. For those with more of a thirst,
however, one or two WineCraft apprentices have usually found their way
from their own tent and are on hand to supply stronger tastes. A
'sign' hangs near the entrance where it can easily catch the eye.
Contents:
Laila
Janine
Baker's Guide to Pern Cuisine
Platonic Cook Pot
Snack Parent
Parent Wedding Cake
Cheese Tray Parent
--

E'vrin shivers cold and snow away from him, looks around. "Well."

Laila says "I wanted to make the effort though-" She
stops. "Ah. Ordoneth's bitter."

You say "Miserable bloody weather. See anything good, Jani?"

Janine hugs herself, shivering. "S s s shards! It's cold! I didn't
notice on the way here. Anything hot will do me."

You whisper "We can try another time? I need the practice, obviously."
to Laila.
You say "I think it's gotten worse since we arrived." He looks around
again. "Hot, definitely."

Laila grins slightly at E'vrin. "Maybe," she says,
non-committally. She looks around the tent, snapping at one
enthusiastic apprentice, "let me look around, will you?"

E'vrin hides his own grin at the brown rider's snap, and wanders to
scan a table of pans and pots.

Janine gets a bowl and heads for the soup pot.
Janine serves herself a steaming bowl of Hearty Vegetable Soup.

You say "--So, tell me, Janine, since you were one of the models
... did the Telgar folk volunteer to wear that nonsense, or did they
have to be drugged?"

Janine steps around some other gather goers, getting to an empty table.

Laila drifts near Janine, following suit. "Oh. That smells nice..."

Janine looks up and grins. "Well, A'lex said he's going to take
revenge on J'lyn. I don't know what T'saren is going to do. But I
think they did for fun and to show support for Bitra Hold. "
Janine takes a tentative sip of the soup.
Janine has a spoonful of her Hearty Vegetable Soup.

Laila arches a brow. "Well. I like the holds, but - "
Laila says "I don't think I'd be doing that."

Janine's eyes widen. "It's good! Try some!"

E'vrin completes the trio, having found a pair of hot, fat rolls
stuffed with, by the smells, meat /and/ cheeses. He offers one to
Laila, saying, "If the Hold didn't mind..."

Laila takes the offered roll, juggling it with soup. She nods, taking
a bite. "I suppose. But I'd laugh at you if you wore that sort of
thing, I think. Worse than orange."

E'vrin takes a seat, seeming content with just his roll for now. "At
me?" He gives her an injured look. "You and Sharath -- he told me the
same thing."

Janine blinks, obviously lost. She gives a slight shrug and spoons in
more hot soup.
Janine has a spoonful of her Hearty Vegetable Soup.

E'vrin informs Janine in the tones of the righteously indignant, "My
dragon /and/ Laila believe I have no fashion sense."

Laila sits beside Ev, grinning. "He wanted to wear orange."

E'vrin mutters into his roll.

Janine chuckles. "Oh. You need to talk to J'lyn then. He seems to be
able to make a sensation."

You say "--Not if he'd suggest something like what he was wearing!"

Laila murmurs, "Unless you weren't in /public/. If not, well..."

Janine looks at E'vring and winks to Laila. "Oh, I don't know... what
do you think, Laila?"

Laila grins a little. "As I said, depends." She looks to Ev. "Did that
work?"

You say "Sorry, I was contemplating the sad reality of being
outnumbered." He smiles, though, aslant and nibbles the roll. "It just
didn't look comfortable."

Janine smiles. "That burnoose is pretty. Do you still wear it?"

Laila sighs, mock-disappointed. "Well. Worth a shot." She starts in on
her soup.

You say "The yellow robes? Oh, certainly I do, Janine. I'm happy not
to have to wear it, though." He shivers. "Summer."

Laila says "I think I missed that."

Janine tilts her head. "It's summer all the time at Igen. I need to
look for one of those. Do they get get hot?"

E'vrin explains to Laila, "That thin yellow robe of mine. The woman
who made it called it a burnoose. Her name's Accada, Jani. I think
she's still with us, and no, they seem to keep the heat off very
well."

Laila furrows her brow, in thought. "I know I'd remember that. Don't
think I saw it."

You say "Then I'll show you when we get back."

Laila nods. "Fair enough."

Janine nods. "I saw it after we woke up together when Sharath caught
Acevedath. I liked the look of it then. "

[E'vrin had completely forgotten about that flight, under these
 circumstances, until that moment.]

E'vrin focuses a moment on his roll. Then says, "Thanks. If I see her,
myself, I'll send her your way."

Verdine has arrived.

Laila merely arches a brow, and continues eating.

Divya pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

Janine chuckles. "I'd like that E'vrin. Do you wear anything else
underneath?"

Laila shakes her head slightly. "I'm still in shock, I think..."

Zianne pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

Janine waves to Divya. "Hi! Join us?" she calls from a table in the
corner, Laila and E'vrin with her. "

E'vrin makes an affirmative noise at Laila beside him, then narrows a
thoughtful look across the table at Janine. "Sure. That suede jerkin,
the trousers... Sometimes I throw on just a shirt and pants. /I'm/ no
model, and I know it."

Divya waves back to Janine and says, "I'd love to! Let me get my snack
and I'll join you."

Laila makes a soft noise of annoyance, and rolls her eyes,
imperceptibly.

Divya serves herself a steaming bowl of Hearty Vegetable Soup.

E'vrin just finishes his roll and grins, a little crumb-y, at Laila.

Zianne smiles as she walks in and sees potential customers. "Hello,"
she greets, "Is there anything I can get for any of you?"

Janine looks carfully at Laila. "In shock about what, clutch sister of
mine?"

Laila shakes her head, and grins at Ev. "Just the clothes, Jani."

Divya gets some klah to go with her soup and goes to sit near
Janine. She asks Zianne, "Do you have any crackers to go with the
soup?"

E'vrin bobs his head to Divya politely.

Sharath> The winter air is a bit humid but enjoyable. The cloud cover
lessens until the sky is cloudy.  Only a flake or two of snow comes
down now as the snowstorm has more or less stopped.

Zianne nods at Divya. "Yes. Is there any particular kind you want?"

--
At a glance, this is just an ordinary young woman of about 19 Turns, 6
months, and 8 days. She could very easily disappear into a crowd with
her ordinary features. She has straight straw-colored hair that
reaches to her shoulder blades, a plain but pleasant face, and a warm
smile. She is of average height, in the middle of short and tall, and
she is slender but not skinny. The one thing that stands out are her
eyes. They are a vibrant green-blue, the exact color of the
ocean. Like the ocean, they are full of life, and they have a fluid,
watery look to them.
Zianne wears a short, off-white dress made of light, flowing
material. It is sleeveless and there is one thin strap going across
each shoulder. On her feet are comfortable sandals.
Carrying:
Morning Glory
Copy of TBGTPC
--
[Nineteen, and a masterbaker.  And dressed for summer, too.]

Laila shifts her gaze to Zianne. "Ah... I'll need to finish the soup,
first, but I might have somthing else -" She stops, inspecting the
roll. "E'vrin... Did you give me something with meat in it?"

E'vrin relaxes then. "Sharath said the snow's stopping," he murmurs to
the others. "About /time./ --I did, Laila. Was that wrong?"

Janine smiles. "We helped ourselves, Master. What's the charges,
ma'am?" she calls to Zianne.

Divya shakes her head. "Not really, just someting that goes well with
veggie soup. I'll trust you."

Laila hands the roll to him, faintly disgusted. "I haven't eaten meat
since Ordoneth started slaughtering helpless herdbeast." She seems to
enjoy that sentence though.

E'vrin takes the roll, visibly nonplussed, then slews a worried look
towards the masterbaker. "Yes, how much?"

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath's thoughts march sternly. <<
Meat is good for a body. She /is/ silly. >>

Janine glances to E'vrin and then back to Laila. "Whyever not?"

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is resigned. << I know. She
doesn't eat enough as it is.>>

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << You know that if I tell E'vrin
that, he will be worried. >>

Laila lifts her hands at Janine. "Can't do it."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is a bit defensive. << I make her
eat. >>

Zianne smiles at Janine. "Well, that depends on what all you got." She
walks to one of the tables and pulls out a plate of crackers. She
places it before Divya. "You can chose from any of those. Plain,
wheat, or barley."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << She forgets. >>

Divya chooses a few wheat crackers and dives into her cup of soup with
an expression of pure pleasure on her face.

Janine sighs. "Well eat plenty of legumes then. That'll help. This
soup is great." she points to three bowls of soup, a mug of klah and
two cheese and meet rolls.

Divya has a spoonful of her Hearty Vegetable Soup.

Laila continues along with her soup. "This, however, is perfect." She
nods to Janine. "I do."

E'vrin offers, "I took a couple of the rolls over there...." He trails
off, perhaps emptied by a lack of marks. Hrm. He chooses a different
maneuver: a smile at Divya. "'Lo. I'm E'vrin. You sang at a little
beach party at Igen Weyr not long ago, didn't you? A song to B'rin
from his daughter..."

Laila says "Wasn't she here tonight? Oh! Have they graduated?"

Divya stops eating. "Hi, I'm Divya. Yes, I sang Alane's song
there. I'm surprised you remembered it." She accompanies her last
statemenet with a small smile, pleased that someone outside HRW
remembered her singing.

Javinar pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

Zianne looks over the array of food, calculating the price quietly to
herself. Louder, she answers, "Two marks, total."

Jehanne pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << But you can tell him what you
like. She only listens to me sometimes. >>

Divya takes another bite and soup and cracker, then turns to Laila and
asks, "The current Weyrlings? No, they haven't graduated yet. But they
were given permission to attend the gather tonight."

Laila blinks, and straightens. "Really? Would you know if Ys'aan came
by?"

You say "I haven't met her, I don't think. That's kind, though,
letting them come...."

E'vrin starts digging around on his person, patently for marks.

Javinar pauses just inside the opening of the tent to grin at
Jehanne. "Whatever you'd like, it's on me. Don't hesitate to get
whatever you want."

Janine blinks. "Two marks? Shards' that's steep. 64 bubblie pies to
the mark. 128 bubbly pies worth for this?" she gets out after her
shock.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath decides, << I shall tell him
later, when he is not busy hunting payment for the baker. >>

Jehanne's eyes sparkle with pleasure. "That's very kind of you,
Javinar. Thank you." She moves to look over the available foodstuffs.

Laila is about to speak to Zianne, when Jani takes over. She sits
back, watching.

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << She has it. Acevedath's rider
will take care of it, she thinks, though. >>

Zianne nods at Janine. "Soup is not as easy to make as
bubblies. Neither is cheese, or those rolls. Besides, bubblies are
fairly small."

E'vrin tells Janine abashedly, "She's including the rolls I took."

Javinar trails along after Jehanne, his demeanor quite similar to a
baby canine. If he's drooling, that at least can be attributed to the
delicious aromas.

Kahalla pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

Laila leans near E'vrin.

Tagron pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

Zianne smiles, "I've included everything."

Laila whispers "Let Janine have at her for a bit."

Kahalla makes her way to the back of the tent to an empty table.

Janine sighs and digs some marks out of a jacket pocket. 'That's
allright E'vrin. I'm buying." She counts out a few wooden discs and
hands them to the Master. "I don't think I'll be getting a second
course."

Divya pulls out her share of the money and hands it over to
Zianne. Then she turns to Laila and says, "I haven't seen him tonight,
but I was at the fashion show for a long time. He could have come and
gone while I was there."

E'vrin finally comes up with a half-mark. Triumphantly he places it on
their table. "No, no, look. I can help, Jani."

Laila senses "E'vrin mutters back, "I'm the one who wanted the
rolls.""

Elisande pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

Jehanne endures Javinar's puppy-ishness with ease as she crosses
towards the soup pot, it's smell drawing her.

Laila tosses a mark to Janine, herself. "I'll throw in as well."

Tagron moves over to sit next to Kahalla in the back of the tent.

Janine smiles to Divya, Laila and E'vrin. "You're sweet. All of you."

Elisande wanders in, belatedly.

Laila whispers "Oh, don't worry about it."

E'vrin is sunnily innocent. "More sour than anything, Janine, but
thank you." He returns to Divya, "Are you posted to High Reaches,
then?"

Laila shrugs. "Sweet, not me. Not in this get-up. Fair, perhaps."

Zianne shrugs at the group of riders. "I only make food, I don't set
the prices."

Janine waves to Elisande to join the crowd at her table. "Come on
over!"

Elisande spots Janine and crosses over. Sniff. Sniff. "Food?"

You whisper "Such self-deprecation. You're competing with me there,
aren't you?" to Laila.

Kahalla leans over close to Tagron to examine a hide with the menu on
it. "All of this sounds wonderful. What are you getting?"

Javinar comes to a halt at Jehanne's side, digging into his belt
pouch. "So what strikes your fancy fancy, m'lady? Hey Eli!" He gives
the girl a wave before returning to drooling.

Laila whispers "I thought we agreed I wasn't sweet. And I don't think
I was fishing, so maybe competing..."

Janine nods and slides a mark over to the Master Baker. "Will this
cover what my friend Elisande gets?"

You whisper "I can be more deprecating than you!" to Laila.

Zianne nods at Janine. "Probably. What is she getting?"

Divya shakes her head. "No, but I was born there. I've been posted to
Harper Hall for the past 18 months."

Laila whispers "I don't know if I want to start -that-. Besides, I'll
get annoyed with you. I think you look fabulous, but again, there's
the bias."

Mikhal pushes back the flap and enters the Bakercraft Tent.

E'vrin leans near Laila in turn, though his attention stays on Divya,
briefly wistful. "I should go back sometime.... How's the Hall?"

Tagron glances over the menu as well, I think I'll just get a salad..

Kahalla waves a greeting to Mikhal from across the tent.

You whisper "And Faranth save me from Laila annoyed." to Laila.

Tagron waves Mikhal over to their table.

Janine looks back to Elisande, raising an eyebrow. "The soups is very
good and hot!"

Laila whispers "You don't sound scared..."

Elisande waves to Javinar, then smiles at Janine. "You...uh...don't
have to." Never mind that she has like no money left.

Jehanne smiles at Javinar. "The soup would be wonderful, I think. And
perhaps a roll?" She glances towards the tent flap. "It's cold
out. Something warm is a must."

E'vrin pipes in to Elisande, "And the rolls are wonderful."

Laila finishes her soup, listening to the conversations. "If you like
meat."

Divya says, "Quiet, these days. Master Shirana's gone for a while, and
classes are running normally. And this is the only gather going on to
draw us away."

Elisande says "But soup sounds so good. I didn't know anywhere on Pern
was this /cold/."

Mikhal smiles and heads over to Tagron and Kahalla, and smiles "hello
my friends."

Kahalla quirks an eyebrow at Tagron. "Salad? I think I'm going to have
soup...too chilly out."

Tagron hmms, "That does sound good, actually."

Laila senses "E'vrin sounds, in fact, amused again. "I respect your
wrath. Honest.""

Tagron smiles up at Mikhal, "Howdy, how've you been?"

Kahalla grins at Markan and echoes Tag's greeting. "How are you?"

Zianne grins at Janine. "Another reason for the price is that the soup
is very popular tonight. But I don't blame anybody. It is cold up
here."

Janine nods. "Have a big bowl!" She looks to her companions then back
to Eli. "You have a place to sleep tonight or counting on going back
to Ista?"

Mikhal smiles and shrugs "With this weather as good as can be
epected."

Javinar nods his firm agreement. "Smart, very smart." He glances
around and approaches Zianne with a charming smile. "Ma'am, the wares
displayed here are truly beyond my stomach's wildest
imagination. Could we perchance get a couple bowls of soup to warm our
bellies?"

Laila whispers "You have yet to see my wrath."

Elisande hmms. "I can stay here if I can't get a ride
back. Whichever."

You whisper "Now I'm intrigued. Will you show it to me sometime?" to
Laila.

Tagron nods at Mikhal. "I know whatcha mean. Have a seat and warm up a
bit?"

Kahalla nods. "Definitely."

Janine nods and winks to Zianne. She points to the soup pot. "That
settles it. A bowl of soup, please."

You sense Laila is now entirely amused. "If you want to get me angry
enough."

E'vrin nods to Divya's answer. "Sounds about what I remember."

Mikhal smiles "Don't mind if I do." He pulls up a chair and sits
down. "So anything warm to drink in this place?" He asks smiling.

Zianne nods at Javinar. "Of course." She smiles at Janine. "Sure. And
the mark will more than cover it."

You whisper "I'm not sure how to do it, but I'm willing to try. Might
make your face match your gown." to Laila.

Tagron says "The soup smells pretty good."

Divya scraps the last bit of soup out of her bowl and says, "I can
vouch for the veggie soup. It's very good, and wheat crackers go great
with it."

Kahalla says "Klah, unless you want something stiffer."

Laila whispers "You're just being evil now."

You whisper "I am? I am. What are you going to do about it?" to Laila.

Mikhal nods "Actually something stiffer would be nice right now."

Divya asks, "Were you a harper before you Impressed, E'vrin?"

Laila laughs, suddenly, then flushes, murmuring to Ev.

Elisande says "I definitely want some soup, though."

Laila whispers "Oh. That won't do it."

E'vrin grins at Laila, then turns back to Divya. "Sorry, yes. I didn't
mean to drop any cryptic references -- I made it to senior apprentice
before Igen found me. Sometimes I still think I might regret leaving."

Sharath> M'rgan comes up from the second floor hallway.

You whisper "Come on, you can't just call me evil and then not do
anything to fix it. Do you like it?" to Laila.

Sharath> Acevedath curls up a little tighter against the cold.

Sharath> Sharath is already balled up, but he peeks at M'rgan all the
same, eyes whirling purpled blue.

You sense Laila is evasive. "Perhaps..."

Tagron orders a few bowls of soup, and a pitcher of klah, handing over
a bit of cash. He walks back, placing it on the table with some mugs.

Kahalla grins at Mikhal. "Looks like you'll have to talk to a baker
about that."

Sharath> Ularrith uncurls himself and rises to his feet, giving his
body a canine-like shake that scatters the snow coating him.

Zianne walks over to the soup pot and gets out some clean bowls. She
fills each bowl, handing two to Javinar and taking one to Elisande.

Sharath> Ordoneth is glaring at the snow about balefully, as if he
could make it go away.

Sharath> M'rgan jumps up onto Ularrith's back, as the dragon warbles a
greeting.

Divya gets a slightly faraway look on her face. "The classes are rough
once you hit Senior Apprentice level, but you get to perform in public
more. And I've never found anything that can match the feeling I get
from singing my own songs in public. Nothing."

You whisper "I say again, temptress. Would you mind terribly if my
mind isn't on the food or the conversation right now?" to Laila.

E'vrin sounds rather ... embarrassed. "I didn't perform much myself,
Divya. I was in Archives."

Sharath> Acevedath rumble-croons a farewell to Ularrith, not
uncurling.

Laila whispers "Nor is mine, really. I think you've corrupted me. I
wasn't this way before."

You whisper "It's perfectly healthy, or so I've been told. Want to get
out of here?" to Laila.

Sharath> Ularrith flies up into the air.

Laila whispers "So... I hardly mind. Yes. Let's."

Sharath> In the Sky Over Central Bitra, Ularrith disappears into
Between.

Mikhal smiles and nods "So anybody else hungry? I am starving??

Divya says, "Archivists are important to the craft. Without them we
wouldn't remember the important things for long, or be able to keep
track of all the songs that have been written, or be able to teach the
Ballads to the youngsters."

Javinar gives Zianne a pleading look. "Some rolls too, perhaps, for my
companion? How much do I owe ya for the food?"

Tagron grins and pushes a bowl of hot soup over to Mikhal.

E'vrin smiles. "Yes. I loved the work, the feeling of
continuity. That's what I miss, though I have it a different way, now,
I suppose, through the Weyr."

Janine smiles her thanks to Zianne. "That's fine. Thank you!"

Baker apprentices run around serving food and taking marks. All, of
course, under the watchful eye of the Master.

Kahalla wonders aloud if there is going to be any dancing later in the
evening. "I would really love to take a couple spins around the dance
floor."

Laila blinks, and yawns a little. She leans across to Janine. "I'm
afraid I may have to be leaving."

E'vrin frowns. "Sharath's getting restless, too...."

Mikhal smiles and takes the soup. "Thanks." he looks at Halla and
smiles "I hope so as well." and precedes to eat the soup.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath's protest rings faintly,
directed to a different mind. << I am not! >>

Jehanne glances at Javinar as she accepts one of the
bowls. "Dancing... not that's something I haven't done in a while."

Tagron nods at Kahalla. "I hope so too. T'was fun last night."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << What aren't you? >>

Divya nods to E'vrin. "Riders are our only defense against Thread. You
carry on a long and glorious tradition."

Javinar blinks at Jehanne, hastily swallowing a mouthful of
soup. "Would you like to? I'm a bit rusty, but..."

Kahalla chuckles as she blows on a spoonful of soup. "Even if it was
only to my humming."

Zianne smiles at Janine. "You're welcome. If you would like anything
else, just ask." Turning to Javinar, she nods and walks over to where
the plate of rolls is sitting, handing him two. "Of course. Two bowls
of soup and two rolls is one mark."

Mikhal chuckles "I had rounds to do last night so it was to late for
me to attend at that point, especialy since it was so cold."

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << Restless. He /said/ I was --
Oh. He's using me as an excuse to leave with Laila. >>

Tagron smiles, "I couldnt think of a better thing to dance to."
Tagron nods to Mikhal. "Aye, I had 'em the night before, so I missed
most of the dancing myself."

You say "I surely try, Divya. I should probably get going, too, Laila,
if you and Ordoneth don't mind the company."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << Oh. Right. She's not
tired. They're odd. >>

Jehanne tastes the soup and says to Javinar, "Perhaps. Later. If
you're rusty, it's no matter. I am, too."

Laila says "Not in the least."

E'vrin starts picking himself up, then, smiling farewells at their
table companions.

Janine gets a far off look to her face.... "Uh oh. Ace is getting
cold. THose Fire Heights must be windy." She looks to Elisande and
Divya. 'Sorry. I'm going to have to go, too."

Divya says, "Thanks for the talk, E'vrin. See you around!"
Divya hastily adds on, "Bye, Janine!"

Elisande nods. "Take care, Janine." She snags some of the soup and
blows on it a bit to cool it.

Sharath> I bespoke Ordoneth with << I'll tell him about her eating. He
can put her to bed again and feed her like a fire-lizard. >>

Laila stands, slowly, and nods to the table. "Have a good evening."

E'vrin grins. "And you, Divya. I hope to hear your work again; maybe
I'll see you around the Hall."

Tagron tastes his soup, blowing no the spoon as not to burn his mouth.

Janine shoves back from the table and stands. "I am not walking all
the way up to those fire heights... not in this cold." She gets
preoccupied again.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth gets an image of a
Laila-lizard. << She ate well enough tonight. >>

Sharath> Acevedath flies up into the air.

Divya grins and nods. "That would be nice. We like getting Rider
visitors."

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath wickedly images E'vrin stuffing
globbets of raw, bleeding meat into Laila's creeling mouth.

You say "Especially those that were once of your own? I'll try to fly
by soon. Good evening!"

--
Bitran Gather Grounds(#702RAL)
Here on the plateau above the Bitra River lie the gather fields of
Bitra Hold. Several permanent trading cots have been built, to
facilitate commerce and gathering in inclement weather. A dancing
square lies to the west, and the valley road leads north. A path leads
down from the edge of the plateau to the Trader Canyon below to the
southeast.
The night is quite cloudy, with only a few open patches to let the
stars and the stars.  while Timor is a nearly full waning gibbous
though the smaller Belior closes its eye to dream peek through. A
light wind blows and the winter air is freezing against you. The
ground is icy beneath your feet.
Contents:
Acevedath
Shadow
Daystar
Woodsmith Gather Tent(#3617JOe)
Egg Betting Booth Attendant
Bovine Billboard
BeastCraft Pens
BakerCraft Tent
WeaverCraft Tent (#2588JOe$)
Smithcraft Building 
Romani Traders Camp(#10085AJLOe)
--

Sharath> Ordoneth stops his glaring to rumble, amused.

Laila has arrived.

Sharath> Ordoneth flies up into the air.

Janine has arrived.

Sharath has arrived.
Ordoneth has arrived.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is amused, very much so. << Might
be good for her.>>

Janine carefully climbs into place between Acevedath's neckridges. Her
lifemate croons gently as she makes herself secure.

E'vrin hugs his cloak around himself and tries to mount at the same
time.

You scramble up Sharath's foreleg and shoulder to rest between two
fire-bright neckridges.

--> Laila blinks a little, wrapping her cloak about her and just
looking at Ordoneth, like he's gone mad.
--> Laila carefully climbs into place between Ordoneth's
neckridges. He croons eagerly as she settles herself.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath shares laughter echoing with his
rider's cadences, too. << We'll see. He has his own ideas. >>

You fly up into the air.

--> Ordoneth flies up from the Bitran Gather Grounds.
--> Acevedath flies up from the Bitran Gather Grounds.

[The three dragons return to Igen Weyr.]

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << No doubt. >>

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath coasts in mind and body. << Do
we go to your weyr or mine? >>

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is indifferent. << I'm just glad
to be warmer. >>

You furl your wings slightly to glide lower into the Bowl.

--> Ordoneth glides down lower into the Bowl.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath mirrors it. << He says that he
has wine in his, but she has better furniture. >>

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << She says, then get the wine,
and bring it over. There's room enough. >>
Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is briefly grouchy. << Now, she's
thinking simply. >>

--> Sharath glides to his weyr's ledge. After a moment, he rises
again, and circles across the bowl to another's home.

You glide to a neat landing on Ordoneth's ledge.

You slide down Sharath's shoulder and foreleg to the ground.

E'vrin flaps his cloaked way down Sharath's shoulder, holding a
half-empty wineskin precariously over a shoulder. "...No snow. Praise
to the stars, no /snow./"

Laila pulls off her cloak, fanning it in the air as she throws it over
an arm. "I love the desert. If he's still cold, there's more than
enough room in, as you likely know."

Sharath seems to be soaking up warmth from the stone by the simple
expediency of sprawling out to cover as much area as possible without
pushing anyone off entirely.

E'vrin says dryly, "He'll be fine." He flips his cloak's folds over
his arm. "Shall we?"

Ordoneth flops down, himself. Sand flies up briefly.

Laila nods, grinning.
Laila moves into the weyr proper.

You move into the weyr proper.

E'vrin lets his cloak slide onto a corner of the dragon couch. "I
think I kept the snow off the outfit, at least. Nuala will be proud of
me."

Laila tosses the cloak over a chair. "Indeed." She turns, and looks
him over. "I'm glad she made you something."

E'vrin sets the 'skin carefully on the chair, too, looking at her with
amusement. "Something not orange. I swear, you and my dragon..."
You say "I can't escape it."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is all gratitude and
/warmth/. Home. Desert. Sand good.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath is still tingling with the
passage of snow and /between./ Sand good. Home good. (Snow very bad.)

Laila arches a brow. "Well. There is that, but I meant something
else."

E'vrin straightens. "What did you mean, then?"

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth banishes snow from his reality.

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath appreciates it, but wryly
recognizes that if the brown had such awesome powers, he'd be able to
get his rider to eat meat.

Laila shrugs slightly, amused, moving to lean against the table. "I
like how you look."

E'vrin stands with arms akimbo, just looking at her. "Thank you. I
like how you look, too. Did you fuss long over it?" Just the barest
edge of somber teasing there.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth meant for the time
being. Literal, much? He ignores the awesome power bit.

Laila rolls her eyes, casting a glance ledge-ward. "Was he
complaining?"

You say "Ordoneth, no, but Sharath wanted to /go,/ and you weren't
ready." He shrugs, grins a little. "Does it matter? You came. People
even looked at you. I felt like beating them off with a stick."

Laila says "Did you?" She shrugs. "Hardly necessary. I didn't notice,
and in case you missed it, there weren't many other people I felt like
paying attention to."

"I know, and it was a passing fancy. Let them look." E'vrin
pauses. "You still need to talk to Leya, don't you?"

Laila nods. "I'll stop by WoodCraft later. It wasn't an important
thing. I wanted to say hello."

You say "Oh. I thought it was more, since you Stood
together.... Sorry."

Laila pauses. "Well, yes. We hardly see one another anymore. I figure,
though, that it's better to talk when we both have time..."

You say "Then go, yes. Me, I'll stay far away from that place." He
moves closer, grimacing comically. "That's where all my marks have
gone lately: presents for my children."

Laila laughs. "You say it like it's a bad thing."

You say "Well, I'd like to have more marks for paying for food, for
example..."

Laila grins, eyes alight. "I think it's cute."

"Cute?" He slides her a mock-wounded look. "Cute is a word for
puppies."

Laila points out, "You said I was cute once."

E'vrin pauses. "Was I being serious at the time?"

Laila considers. "You know, I've no idea. Maybe you were just trying
to make me angry."

E'vrin says promptly, "I'm supposed to fear your wrath, though."

Laila nods. "But you don't."

You say "No. I haven't seen it."

Laila becomes a bit more serious. "I don't think you need to worry
about it."

E'vrin looks disappointed. "But you've built it up so well ... Now I'm
dying for it."

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath snoozes.

Laila shakes her head, grinning, and pushing off the table. "It's the
letting go, after controlling an emotion. You've seen me do that."

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth is well on his way to dead to the
world. What else is new.

E'vrin wonders, "Have I?"

Laila just /looks/ at him. She folds her arms. "Different things. Same
effect."

E'vrin shakes his head slightly and closes the distance between
them. "Stray wondering; pay it no mind. And don't fold up on me,
here."

Laila arches a brow, but drops her arms, to rest her hands at his
waist. "Fair enough. You're certainly allowed to wonder, though I'd
assume you'd know..."
Laila grins, oddly.

"You know what they say about assumptions," E'vrin reminds her and
runs a finger along her cheekbone, less caressing than
considering. His eyes are grave. "Why aren't you eating?"

Laila sighs, closing her eyes. "He's exaggerating. If that's why
you're asking." She explains patiently, " I forget once in awhile, and
miss one of several meals I have in a day."

You say "I just wanted to know, in case there was anything I could do
to help. I'll pamper you again."

Laila nods. "I appreciate it. Honestly, I just forget sometimes."
Laila smiles slightly, not-so-far-off. "I did like the pampering
thing, though. That was nice."

E'vrin lets his finger become a whole hand cupped to her cheek, and he
smiles. "Well, it was fun for me, too. Give and take. It's rather new
to me, being an equal with a lover."

Laila leans into the hand easily, and looks up at him, curiously. "Is
it? It is for me, but in a much different way..."

You say "Well, my last few relationships ... I never told you about
Kassima? At all?"

Laila shakes her head only slightly. "I think I might have
remembered. You didn't tell me much, for some time."

E'vrin rubs his hand along her cheek. Thoughtful. Distant. "No, I
didn't. If you'd like to hear it..."

Laila says "Of course." A pause. "Though I'd rather not stand."

You say "Well, I'm entirely at your service, my dear lady. Sitting or
lying?"

Laila says "/I'm/ going to lie down." She turns to kiss his palm, then
heads for the bed. "You can do either. I don't mind."

E'vrin trails her, idly humming. Then: "I'll join you, after I unlace
these boots. They're pinching me."

Laila sits on the edge of the bed, slipping off her sandals. She makes
a face, nose wrinkling. "I hate that."

E'vrin divests himself of said boots and loosens cuffs and collar of
his shirt while he's at it. Sliding around behind her, on his side
like a living parenthesis, he notes, "If I fall asleep, though, you'll
have to get me to finish another time."

[Her net died at that point.  We assumed, later, that they did talk
 and then went to bed, worn out.  Log ends.]