-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow the Bouncing Ball Date: February 12, 2002 Place: Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern, Galleries, and Southern Bowl Game: PernMUSH Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kassi's Note: Soccer, not content with having invaded the United States and conquered most of Europe, now comes to Pern to have a go at infesting new territory. ;) In seriousness, Rulyn draws several of the Weyrfolk into a quick, somewhat rough-and-tumble but entirely fun game of herdball, in which Kassi's only too happy to participate. Cheers go to Rulyn for the idea, which led to some great and unusually athletic RP. :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Log: TGW-LC>> Rulyn looks askance at the mug of klah. Then he takes a deep breath, and looks around, saying, "Anyone want to play a game?" Here is his total attempt to find a totally new subject. TGW-LC>> Riane tilts her head to the side with question, then takes a large sip of klah. Clearing her throat, she pulls up a chair. "A game? What kind?" TGW-LC>> Talisha glances at Yashira, scrunches her nose up, and then switches attention to Rulyn. "Well fine! Hmph. I didn't really want you to make me anything anyway." She stands after a moment, brushes her hands off on her pants, and heads for the exit. "If Mirrari comes back, tell her I'll speak to her about the lace later. Evening." TGW-LC>> Talisha walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. TGW-LC>> Rulyn shrugs. "Any game. I've got one we used to play at home..." he suggests. "But we could play anything." TGW-LC>> "Games are good. Especially if they involve possible bodily harm," Yashira notes. TGW-LC>> Rulyn's eyes open wide. "I don't know any that involve bodily harm..." he gasps slightly. TGW-LC>> Yashira sighs. "That's alright, I suppose." TGW-LC>> Riane glances out into the bowl, "How's the weather? Back home we used t'play an outside game and people'd get hurt sometimes..?" She offers. TGW-LC>> Rulyn discovers he's still in over his head. "I always thought of games as a tame, safe sort of endeavor," he admits. "What's your outside game?" he asks Riane. TGW-LC>> Riane shrugs, then explains. "They called it 'herdball', when lots of people'd play and everybody's running around like herdbeasts and all.. but you just kinda just kick the ball around and try and get it into eachothers' goals. You can play with just a few people, too." TGW-LC>> Yashira pauses, looking thoughtful. "I can support kicking." TGW-LC>> Rulyn sighs. "I was thinking a word game," he admits, but adds, with as much excitement as he can muster, "You wanna play herdball?" TGW-LC>> Riane peers once again out into the bowl. "Um, if you want...?" She pauses. "Word games are good, too, I guess? I'm no harper or anything..." TGW-LC>> Yashira's eyebrows raise. "But... the kicking things? Outdoors?" Her eyes widen. TGW-LC>> Rulyn laughs at the two. "Let's go kicking, if you want. We can try it out for a few, anyhow. Maybe some word games, later." TGW-LC>> Mirrari is really walking into the caverns, having departed earlier, " Kicking? Kicking what?" TGW-LC>> Rulyn gestures invitationally, despite the humiliation he associates with Mirrari at this exact moment. "We're gonna go kick a ball around. Play some herdball." TGW-LC>> Riane tries not to show too much relief, though she does smile a little. "I'll go get a ball..." She hurries in and out of the inner caverns, returning with a ball about the size of her head and the color of dark weyrhide tucked under one arm. She nods to Rulyn's explination, "Wanna come? Then we can have teams." TGW-LC>> Rulyn hops up, ready to come along. "Let's go," he says, now showing more enthusiasm for the sport. TGW-LC>> Riane nods, and leads the way out into the bowl. TGW-LC>> Riane walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. TGW-LC>> Rulyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Telgar Weyr> Rulyn is starting to kick a ball around in the bowl with Riane, anyone wanna come along? :) Telgar Weyr> J'an decides to unlurk, and come along. Telgar Weyr> I'sai waves right after him, and looks regretful, Rulyn. Telgar Weyr> Kichevio would only end up being the spectator the ball bounces off of. ;) Telgar Weyr> Kassima waffles to Is, and considers. After watching the Olympics, I do have a vague urge to RP a sport.... ;) Telgar Weyr> Rulyn says, "That's okay, Kich. :) to kassi: ~~~come play ~~~~come play" Telgar Weyr> Kindre snugsan I'sai! Kassima, after a long period spent writing--whether reports, figures, or random limericks concerning Pierron and tubers is hard to say--gets to her feet with a stretch of arms towards the sky, and meanders Bowl-wards. You walk off towards the Central Bowl. You walk south. Rulyn isn't clear on the rules, but he has an enthusiasm for playing. "We've got a ball, see," he says, and we're gonna kick it around. Riane said we needed goals?" Riane points to one of the evergreens planted around the living caverns, and cocks her head. "How 'bout there?" To the bronzerider, she offers a smile. Mirrari comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. This is something Eneryth heasn't seen before, crouching down like a feline about to pounce, he extends his long neck, the better to survey the game. "Sounds fine to me," J'an notes, with an amiable shrug. Kassima wears a hide-stuffed satchel slung over her left shoulder; it bounces lightly against her hip as she meanders in from the north. But her trail towards the Records Room is broken by a pause. "Ball," she repeats. "Kick it around. Goals. Why do I have the strangest sense of impending doom? G'deve and such too, a'course, everyone." Riane waves to Mirrari, and walks over to said evergreen with the ball once again under her arm. Setting it down, she calls, "You want t'play, Kassi?" to the greenrider. Then she explains to the rest, "We need to split up t'teams..." J'an offers Kassi a positively beatific smile. "Because I'm involved, and that always means doom? Come play, Kassima." Rulyn has a feeling of impending doom just looking at the greenrider, but he musters a bright smile. "Should be fun." He even manages not to ma'am. He points at the evergreens. "I'm kicking that way," he says, trying to hurry the selection of teams. Riane nods, "And I'll go 'gainst it..." Kassima considers this invitation gravely--for all of perhaps three seconds. "I've always been fond of competitions," she observes, brightly. "And of kicking things. Certes, 'twill play if'n the numbers will stand it... and J'an, you're too cheerful t'be a proper harbringer of doom! Try t'scowl and look ominous a bit more." Rulyn suggests helpfully. "Boys against girls?" Mirrari bouncies in, " Is it too late to play?" Cierra walks here from the north. Riane shakes her head to Mirrari, "'Fcourse not, we're just getting devided up..." She grins, "Then I get Kassi, *and* Mirrari?" She waves to the incoming rider, "'Dyou want t'play?" That'll even it out, anyways. J'an attempts to look appropriately dour, and only ends up appearing vaguely constipated, before he abandons the effort entirely. Rulyn waves J'an over to his team, and spotting Cierra, though he doesn't even know her, he waves her over. "Come join our team. We're about to start!" He points to the ball as an explanation of what's about to occur. "Oh, that's a good notion," Kassi agrees at her brightest. "Then we women can kick the ball so it hits you men--" She'll just break off and let that thought complete itself, shall she? Cierra smiles, a tad shyly as she doesn't know those accumulated to play.. whatever it is. "Play wha--.." the question answered she nods, grinning at Kassi's comment. "Oh, sure.. thanks!" she says. Mirrari beams, " This sounds like fun.. how do you play?" she asks looking around. J'an nods, agreeing. "Any rules we need to know?" Riane walks out to the middle of the crude 'field'. "Um.. just try and kick it into the other team's goal, basically... I'll kick it off and then try and keep it from going in your goal or try to get it into the other teams'. There's really not too many actual rules." Rulyn pipes up. "Rule number one. Don't kick to hurt the men!" He gestures to Cierra. "I'm Rulyn, this is.... a bronzerider. We're two against their three, so join us. We're, uhm, kicking the ball at goals. We're aiming for those evergreen trees. They're aiming for that spot between the rocks by the wall." Kassima next wants to know, "Which--goal, you called it?--is ours?" She's divesting herself of her belt as she speaks, maybe so that its heavy accoutrements won't slow her down. But that's all the stripping she does. Setting the belt down someplace out of the way, with due care, she decides, "I can probably do that. Or try. But what's the fun if'n we can't kick t'hurt the men?" Though she affects a hurt-puppy look, she probably isn't terribly serious about that. Cierra awws at Rulyn, sticking out her lower lip a little, "Not extra credit for getting the men?" she adds lightly, before glancing at her rather un-practical shoes for such a sport. J'an introduces himself. "J'an." All the while doing that very unsubtle leg-crossing gesture, at the mention of that sort of kicking. Riane grins, "Are we ready?" Mirrari is glad she left her sewing basket in the Living Caverns. She ties her boots on firmly, " Aye! Ready!" Rulyn tends to cross his legs at the very sight of Kassi, but he's enthusiastic enough to play that he's neglecting that protective gesture right now. Young, energetic, he's ready to go. "Hi, J'an" he tosses in the direction of the bronzerider, before cheering, "Ready!" Riane kicks the ball out over towards the other team, towards Rulyn, then runs back towards her goal a little ways. "Ready," Kassi agrees, after a quick glance towards the goal Rulyn indicated; when the ball is kicked, she jogs backwards that-a-way, the better to play hovering guardian of death. Cierra pauses a brief moment, glancing about the unfamiliar people. She moves towards the ball with unexpected ease, dispite her footwear, calling out, "Um.. so /who/ is on my team?" Riane calls out to Cierra, "Rulyn and J'an," and points to both. "You're on that goal." Then she resumes chasing down the ball with her full attention. Rulyn still doesn't know Cierra's name, but as he starts running for the ball, he calls to her, "Me! And.. J'an." his foot connects with the ball, and for all his enthusiasm, the kick only sends the ball in the other direction with just the merest speed. J'an takes up a protective posture, in front of his team's goal. Kassima yells from the direction of her team's goal, "Get 'em, Riane! Get 'em, Mirrari! Go for the kill! Kill, kill, kill!" She's a goalie *and* a cheerleader at the moment--talented woman. Telgar Weyr> Riane has to go suddenly. Consider me goalee, or NPCish, or something. G'night! Telgar Weyr> J'an giggles. THe lazy old people decide to be goalies. ;) Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Hey! Watch who you're calling lazy and old, paleface. ;)" Telgar Weyr> Kassima awws and zhaiwaffles to Riane, too. :) Mirrari runs off after the ball, sending a kick at it that sends it up 'midfield'ish. Cierra looks between the two goals and nods, offering a quick "Thanks," .. she has forgotten about any introductions, competitive instinct setting in as she picks up speed towards the ball, letting out a cheer of her own when Rulyn's foot connects with the ball.. which is stifled as Mirrari now responds. Mirrari grins and fllows the ball, kicking it upfield towards J'an, her hard kicks sending the ball speeding from her, leaving lots of room for interseption. J'an moves to meet it, catching it in the arch of one boot, then flicking it back towards the enemy goal. He's grinning broadly. Cierra, amazingly enough, finds herself directly beside the speeding ball.. since she started near J'an and the goal. One foot moves out to attempt to kick it along. With nobody /too/ close, she takes her time.. but being inexperienced she moves back her leg to slam the ball down towards the other goal.. not lovely aim.. but she tries. Kassima can't be said to lack enthusiasm: she defends her precious goal with vigor, throwing herself in the path of the ball when it comes close enough. The ball hits her leg, and skids back off into the field--anything but a controlled deflection, but Kassi looks proud anyway when she's jumped back up from the quick tumble that ended her leap. J'an is suitably impressed by Kassi's fervor, as he hustles eagerly after the ball. Eneryth, bemused, snorts at the scampering humans. Mirrari acks and races after the ball, oh shells oh shells, " Yay! Good save Rider Kassima!" she cries and then spies J'an! Enemy at one o'clock captain! She runs on an intercept course, trying to get to ball before the bronzerider. Cierra lets the pair fight, not getting in the throng for the moment.. instead she slinks back towards the home goal to guard it. A smile is worn across her face, "C'mon ...J'an, sir!" she calls, trying to remember his name and the formal adress. Kassima runs off into the field herself when she's got her bearings back, allowing Riane to take her place as goalie. It just figures that she'd be more comfortable playing attack than defense. "Get it, Mirrari!" she yell-encourages, since the younger woman is well ahead of her. J'an pants, as he moves to keep his pursuer away from the ball, "Just J'an. I'm not old enough to be a sir, right?" HE shoots a pleading look at Kassima. Rulyn has been shuffling backwards and forwards, in the vague direction of the ball, but never actually catching up to it. Now he comes running after J'an, staying back of him, but looking a part of the action, still. Being younger..if only slightly, Mirrari, puts on a burst of energy and snatches the ball and kicks to towards Kassima, " Kassima! Take it upfield!" she says with a laugh. Cierra giggles lightly, "Who'm I to say." she doesn't know him well enough to tease /that/ badly. A yipe escapes her lips when Mirrari manages to snag the ball, and suddenly /she/ is in charge of the goal.. eek! Rulyn screeches to a halt, seeing the ball head off the other way, then dashes back towards his goal. He's getting a lot of exercise, if not ball time. J'an attempts to zigzag, and evade his pursuers...putting on a brust of speed to try and intercept the ball before Kassi does. "Nay by half," Kassima affirms for J'an--as she attempts to dart for an attack on the ball while J'an is distracted with Mirrari. Her teammate's assistance helps her out: she snaps out a leg, and kicks indeed... but, well, *up*field might be the operative word; the kick is much higher than it is long, and while it might manage to bounce its way into the goal regardless if not caught, there's still room to catch it. Of course, then the greenrider has to try and avoid a collision with J'an, with an audible, "Erk!" J'an simply ends up tripping over Kass's leg, and ends up going arse over teakettle. The ground is soft enough that there's no harm done. Cierra runs forward to get the ball before it reaches the ground.. actually holding out her arms -- forgetting herself.. her eyes on the sky and the ball high in it, and not watching where she's going. Mirrari watches the ball for a moment and then races after it, " I've got it.. I've got it.." she cries, waiting for the ball to land. J'an picks himself up, and betakes himself to the edge of the field, there to receive an anxious sniffing-over from his bronze, who turns disapproving eyes on the ball. Kassima doesn't quite fall herself as her leg takes a hit, but she does end up hopping on the other leg for at least a couple of steps, her arms windmilling with a ludicrous lack of grace. "Get it, get it!" she nearly-echoes. Now there are /two/ heading for the ball, and Cierra sure isn't watching where she's going.. all eyes on the flying ball. ..and she's running, her enthusiasm about to get the best of her as she finds herself colliding right into Mirrari, and all remnants of balance and precision on those ever-so-fashionable heeled boots leaves her. Rulyn skids on the ground, barely avoiding the collision. As the ball bounces on the ground, he still chases after it. Finally he catches up with the ball, and nearly stops completely, wondering what to do. He puts his foot on the ball, and, looking round, finally just boots it for all he's worth towards those evergreens, sending it spinning roughly in that direction. J'an settles down to watch, using Eneryth's slender foreleg as a bench. Mirrari actually manages to stay upright, although she gives a cry of pain upon impact. She spies Rulyn out of the corner of her eye and turns to run after him, " Kassi Kassi! Catch Rulyn!" Cierra remains ungracefully on her bottom, winded.. but the other girl is just right back into the game. Instead she looks over to spy J'an sitting down, and she waves, "Done already?" Kassima scrambles to try and take control of the ball while Cierra is distracted; she's not one to let such an opportunity pass her by--but Rulyn gets there first, and the greenrider hastily backpedals, running after the ball at her fastest. She manages to catch it--barely--and her wild, half-aimed kick sends it flying more towards the collided pair than either goal. "I'm trying!" she pants back to Mirrari, as she adjusts course again to follow the bouncing sphere. Oh, YES! The ball moves towards the land-bound candidate and Cierra catches it firmly in both hands, dropping it quickly with an 'Oops!' Okay, now she's scrambling back to her feet.. as quickly as those bothersome shoes with allow. J'an looks more than a touch sheepish. "En is fussing," he explains. Maireth backwings for a landing. Rulyn shoots a pouty look over at J'an, but heads back towards the evergreens, waving at Cierra to send the ball his way. Maireth bugles a warm greeting while L'han waves. "Evening!" L'han hops down Maireth's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. Mirrari gives Kassi a thumbs up and then races after the ball again, running back towards Cierra. She spares a wave to L'han as she passes, " Evening!" Cierra rises in time to kick at the ball, but it is rushed and poorly aimed, so heads more in the direction of the arriving brownrider, L'han. It doesn't have enough speed to do much, if it even makes it that far before being intercepted. She doesn't realize that L'han is familiar, yet. Kassima would wave, she really would, but she's pelting after the ball so quickly that it's doubtful she even sees him. Her braid trails in her wake, thwapping against the back of her jacket with her stride. An "Aigh!" escapes her as Cierra catches the ball; she races to intercept--but the ball's headed somewhere entirely different, and this time Kassi's attempt to backpedal is *too* abrupt. She becomes the next player to end up on her rump on the ground. Rulyn is startled by the brown's bugle, but he doesn't look in that direction much, for now. Until Cierra sends the ball towards the brownrider instead of him. Still running after the ball, he heads that way, running right up to the redheaded madman... "Oh!" he yells, suddenly, screeching to a stop and he, too, plops backwards on his rear. L'han grins at the waver, his attention immediately caught by the game at hand, as well..and the ball heading his way..and the young man falling before him.."Shells, Rulyn. Don't have to grovel for me." He offers Rulyn a hand in standing, those eyes sparkling with amusement. Eneryth raises his head from his inspection of J'an to offer a tonguelolling grin to the brown. "Ahah!" Mirrari cries and angles towards L'han and snatches the ball, kicking it towards the unprotected goal, racing for all she's worth. Well, now that almost the entire group in on their rear, Cierra just begins to giggle.. especially at L'han's comment. Maireth gives another warm baritone warble to the bronze, lowering his head and extending his neck to wuffle the shimmering hide in a friendly curiousity. Rulyn accepts the hand up dubiously, muttering, "Right, of course not, sir." Suddenly, his cheeks are blazing pink again, and he stumbles up onto his feet. "Uhm," he points. "Did you want to talk to me, sir? Cause I need to chase that ball." Without waiting for an answer, he turns tail and runs. And what a muddy tail it is. Mikael comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. Mikael salutes those he should, and says a polite "Good evening" to all. Kassima lunges forward, catching herself with her hands and pushing up from there into an initially lurching run. "Good show, Mirrari!" she yells a bit breathlessly. And since Mirrari's got the ball under control, she angles to try and keep Rulyn away from it if she can. Without, it might be noted, any attempt to knock him down even should she get the chance; there've been enough butts on the ground tonight already. L'han glances up from the Rulyn cowering before him to offer Mikael a grin. "Hey there, stranger. I see the rumours are true, after all, hm?" Eneryth returns the warble, and sniffs affably in return, though he remains lolling on the turf, rider resting on one leg. Rulyn is running from quite a distance, and he points at Mirrari moving towards the goal. It looks hopeless, but he calls, "STop her!" He still doesn't know the name of his young teammate to call her by name. Mirrari is running and running, kicking the ball towards the unprotected goal line... should she add insult to Rulyn's humiliation and sends the ball sailing towards the goal. Mikael looks around a bit, wondering what the heck is going on, but looks back at L'han as his comment. Grinning, he replies..."Well, that depends on the rumor. If you mean the one where I got Searched, yep!" "*Don't* stop her!" Kassi yells in return. This is not likely to have any effect, but hey, it's worth a try, right? To the ball, she cheers, "Go-go-go-go-go!" Cierra doesn't pay any more attention to the brownrider and new entry, since it seems Mirrari needs a 'check'. Oh how lucky it is that she hasn't moved very far from her own goal -- those shardin' boots! -- and she dives towards the ball, too caught up to realize that she will get mud all over her outfit! ...and unfortunatly enough, it sails right /over/ her, and she does a dive to the ground.. no more rumps, this was more of a face-plant. Mikael cheers....."He doesn't know who is who in this game yet, but both the goal and the performance of the goalie deserve recognition. L'han laughs and nods, eyes returning to follow the action, expression of one still not entirely clear who is winning..or even who would be in the position to do so. He mutters to Mikael, "It's a dirty sort of game, apparently." Mikael grins at the players covered with dirt, "Apparently. What *is* the game, and who is on which side?" He just has to ask. Cierra sputters rather unhappily, both about the 'goal' of Mirrari's and the fact that she now realizes the mud streaks across both skirt and shirt. It is lucky she has not yet flashed anyone, for this outfit it definatly /not/ suited for such an activity. Who knows what she was thinking when she started, but now her unhappiness is short-lived, and mostly just a sort of amusement. Kassima throws both fists up into the air as the ball sails into the goal. "Yeeeeee-haaaah! Woo! Woo!" Her victory dance, a misbegotten hybrid of a jig and running in place, is mercifully brief, and she spares the moment to wave quickly towards the new spectators. J'an is still working on getting dust and dirtstains out of his own clothing. "Just a big canine-pile," he notes, with a grin. Mirrari cheers bouncing up and down happily, then she jogs over to Cierra and holds out a hand, " You okay?" L'han shakes his head slowly, then flashes a smile at J'an's answer, "I'll take his word for it, as I've not a better one to supply." Mikael grins...."Sounds like a good name for it." Cierra eyes the other girl momentarily, "Now don't gloat.." she warns, grinning quickly to let it be known that she is teasing. "Yes.. yes, I'm fine. I'm not so sure my clothes are, though." she accepts the hand, tugging herself to her feet. Kassima blows out a breath, rocking back on her heels a bit. "Are we done?" she wonders. "One goal's a win? Do we get any prizes?" Yes, she's kidding, if those gleaming eyes and broad grin are anything to judge by. "I should be telling m'children about this game; the twins at least would probably adore it. The laundry-folk might be able t'save those clothes, y'know. They're used t'having t'get out the stains that riders put on their clothes... and trust me, those can be considerable." Mirrari chuckles lightly and wink, " Don't worry, I won't let it get to my head.." she says and nods. Rulyn screeches to a halt. He's been chasing after that ball like a young yapping canine puppy, and he's truly winded. "Sounds good to me," he agrees to the one-goal-win comment. L'han is distracted a moment by Maireth's great interest Eneryth's mate, until finally he strides over, right hand extended to the Rider while the left makes to push the great brown snout out of the man's face. "Don't believe we've met yet. I'm L'han, from the Reaches. This is Maireth." Kassima sinks down to a crouch on her haunches, then, the better to recover her wind. "Then 'tis working for me, too." Slanting a glance towards the sidelines, she wonders with some amusement, "Think they've been watching us run around like headless whers for long?" J'an hastily wipes his grubby hands off on his already-tatty trousers, and extends oen to take L'han's hand. "J'an, caretaker and devoted slave to bronze Eneryth," he drawls, humorously. Were she a canine, those ears would perk, and Cierra's attention momentarily flicks to L'han as she reconizes him.. but she mearly giggles to Mirrari and glances about everyone. "I was thinking something to eat or drink'd go rather well, now." before she chuckles to Kassima, "Well they don't know what they're missing, hm?" Mikael watches all the tired players, smiling, and sipping on the mug of hot klah he is carrying..... L'han's grasp is firm as his smile is broad, and he nods to Eneryth as well, berry-blonde locks slipping into his eyes. "Please don't mind Maireth. He's been missing my cousin's dragon ever since we arrived. Now he's determined to inspect every Bronze that crosses his line of sight.." Mirrari grins and nods, " Aye, food could be nice.." J'an laughs softly, as Eneryth turns his nose on the brownrider in his turn. "Oh? En's favorite friend is a brown clutchmate of his..." "Mayhaps if'n this game becomes popular, everyone will get drawn into playing." Kassi crinkles her nose. "Though I'm doubting it. Half the Weyr would probably claim 'tis too undignified or some such thing--or would only play if'n swooning and sighing Lower Caverns lasses were on the sides!" Maireth presses his warm snout right into the young Bronze's ribs before giving a deep, rumbling WUFF! Cierra nods to Mirrari, "That it would.. but I'll have to meet you inside, perhaps. I just /have/ to get out of these.." she flicks at the mud-spattered fabric, with a chuckle. Then a giggle escapes to Kassima, "So true. It could turn into a mud-fight, rather." From Mikael's shoulder, Senay croons and begs for some klah. Eneryth certainly didn't expect that, and emits a squawk of startlement - the draconic equivalent of "What the - ?" He turns to give Maireth a look of wide-eyed surprise. Mikael holds his mug up a bit higher so his green firelizard can reach it....and winces as she takes a deep drink while guzzling noisily... Rulyn is still panting a bit, and brushing just doesn't get the muck off his clothes, not even a little. "Mirrari?" he calls, trotting over to her direction. From Mikael's shoulder, Senay guzzles, swallows, and looks up while licking creme off her nose. L'han laughs a moment, fingernails raking over the red of his beard, "Well mostly he complains that Rafeith is too large and lumpy to wrap around while napping.." The expression on the Bronze's face makes him laugh harder. "He doesn't mean anything by it. Just..playful." Kassima can't easily miss that noisy guzzle, and flashes a surprised look towards the source. "Klah isn't good for 'em," she points out. "You probably shouldn't let her have that." Getting to her feet, she flashes Cierra an impish grin. "Mud fights could be fun too! G'luck with the clothes, in any event." Mikael raises an eyebrow...."Really? She does seem to like it, and I haven't knotice any ill effects....if you discount the occassional..." From Mikael's shoulder, Senay BELCHES in a most unladylike, full roar bronze tone Maireth lowers his head further, skulking barely over the bowl floor, his croon of apology billowing out with the steamy white mists of his breath. Mikael winces again...."Belch", he finishes. J'an chuckles, as he reaches up to pat Eneryth reassuringly. "Just consider that you're so handsome no dragon male or female can resist you," he teases, before giving L'han an understanding nod. Eneryth offers a whirr of reconciliation, before whipping his head around to peer at Senay, expression utterly bemused. C'vadan comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. "Really," Kassi dryly confirms. "Trust me, if'n anyone should know...." Though her own ungodly fair isn't currently in obvious evidence; a few fire-lizards are perched in the vicinity of the playing-ground, but they could be anyone's if their markings weren't studied too closely. Overhearing J'an, she ducks her head to hide her amused grin. From Mikael's shoulder, Senay flutters her wings frantically and almost falls off her daddy's shoulder backwards, in startlement that *that* sound came out of *her*! Dragon> Maireth and Telgar dragons sense that Eneryth images the tiny firelizard as a veritable gasbubble, hide stretched like a balloon Mikael reaches up and automatically catches and resettles his green. There's an arrythmic grating rumble from ENeryth - clearly, he's laughing at his tiny relative. Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Saulith can't help but offer a little puff of air--ooooo, see it drifting away, someone tie a string around its leg. Maireth shifts around to settle his haunches right near Eneryth's side, gazing with befuddlement at the object of the Bronze's attentions. Mikael looks at Kassi..."Perhaps you are right", he admits. He looks back around at everyone...."My apologies for the.....interuption." Looking at the one person he doesn't know yet, the laughing dragon's rider, he add's "I'm Mikael, and this..."he points at the now somewhat abashed green..."is Senay." Rulyn fails to catch MIrrari's attention, so he takes a deep breath, and trots over in L'han's direction. "Uhm, sir?" he asks uncertainly. C'vadan comes out of the living cavern with a wingrider. His glance comes upon Kassima and he alters his course to give the greenrider a wide berth. J'rub nearly stumbles as the brownrider changes course, looks around and chuckles dryly. ENeryth offers Maireth a friendly tap of a tailtip, but he's clearly waiting for the tiny green to do something more entertaining, like explode or combust. Kassima meanders in the direction of Rulyn and Mirrari, combing her forelock back from her face. "You're both all right?" she wonders, with a hint of genuine concern. "I thought I saw you both fall...." An amiably raised shoulder is her response to Mikael. "Compared t'dragons in Fall, that was naught. G'deve, Cav." Her eyes flicker briefly; she doubtless registers that wide berth, but, probably being used to it, says nothing. Mirrari blinks and must have had a blank moment, " Huh?" she asks coming out of her daze.. although how one can be in a daze in the middle of the busy bowl is beyond comprehension. L'han is looking between the bronze and his brown with a resigned expression, fingers slicking back the loose falls of hair in an effort to tuck it behind his ear. Rulyn's returned presence is a bit of a startlement, "Yes? Yes! What might I do for you, hm?" From Mikael's shoulder, Senay looks up to see both a bronze and a brown dragon looking at her, and proceeds to preen, pose, and flutter her eyelashes at them. Helooooo there, big boys! Rulyn takes another deep breath, giving himself courage. "Uhm. Did you come for your pants, sir?" "Are you all right?" Kassima repeats. "After falling and whatnay? You don't *look* broken--" Stopping, she casts a speculative glance towards Rulyn and L'han. "Now, I wonder what Rulyn would be doing with his *pants*." L'han coughs into his fist, quickly glancing down to confirm he's still clothed. Then the expression really goes blank. "My pants? What pants? I don't own any pants.." Mikael grins, and looks at L'han, one eyebrow raised in query. C'vadan's brows quirk together at the mention of pants. He looks up at his brown to get some clue as to what is going on. Dulath rumbles softly. "You're no help," Cav says to the brown. J'an just eyes L'han. Noooo comment. ENeryth is occupied with flirting with Senay, though it's rather like watching a steamroller court a squirrel. Rulyn takes another deep breath. The kilted brownrider's confusion leaves Rulyn with mixed feelings. He's not sure whether to be chagrined--he worked hard on those pants for this redheaded madman, or just be relieved--see if he could sell them to some one else. After a long moment of confusion, Rulyn takes the coward's way out. "Right, I see. Sorry, must have gotten you confused with some other kilted bearded redheaded brownrider from Reaches." He spins and immediately walks the other way. Telgar Weyr> J'an Will have to kill this brownrider. He's wearing my dress. ;) From Mikael's shoulder, Senay preens, flutters her wings, and looks back at Eneryth over one wing, seductively..... L'han really looks affronted, now, "Some other! Why I'll have you know, I am the ONLY kilted, bearded, readheaded brownrider from Reaches!" He pauses a moment, fingers ticking off in a flurry of activity, lips moving beneath his moustache with equal speed. Finally he nods, "The ONLY one!" Mirrari grins and trots over to Rulyn, " Hey Rulyn.. are you sure that's not him?" she asks quietly. Telgar Weyr> L'han says, "I'm older! :)" Telgar Weyr> Mirrari eegads! There's more than one??!! Telgar Weyr> J'an says, "And fuzzier." C'vadan decides to tease his fellow brownrider a bit. "We all thank Faranth for that, L'han." Telgar Weyr> Shawnah /peers/. Oh yeah. Classic things to connest to. Mikael nods and grins...."I did notice. It appears to be contagious. And cold." Rulyn picks up speed, though he's hobbling from the few falls, and not that fast altogether. To Mirrari, he shakes his head frantically, eyes wide. "Musta made a mistake, yep," he says, breathless. Kassima just shakes her head at the hubbub, trotting over to reclaim her belt and satchel from where she left them. Once she's got them both back in place--with considerable rattling from the former; must be all the knives that cause that--she quips, "I'm going t'finish m'work now that I've gotten m'skidding in the dirt over with for the day. G'deve, g'deve--" She ducks into the Work Room then. You push aside the curtain and enter the workroom.