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Duel of the Fates


Date:  February 2, 2002
Place:  Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern, Southern Bowl, Inner Cavern, and
Candidate Barracks
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  As M'teh says in this log, greenriders work in mysterious
ways--and so, evidently, do green dragons.  Just when Kassi was finally
getting her long-dreamed-of chance to deck someone thanks to the 
kindness of Yashira, Lysseth has to go and spoil everything by Searching
her opponent!  There's no justice, I tell you! 

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The Log:

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Yashira eyes Mikael a moment, then shakes her head. "I probably shouldn't.
I don't know how long I can stay." Her lips press together, and she nods to
Riane. "That's... I'm sorry to hear that, I think. It's not unpleasant
here, though, is it?"

Mikael smiles..."I escorted one of my sisters to the Healers Hall," he
responds to Corwin, "and am now on walk about till I can find the family.
Then back to trading with them again, once the weather lets up. So, I'm the
only one of the family here just now."

Riane nods quickly to the entering greenrider. "Ma'am." Then, she shakes
her head to Yashira. "No, I've gotten a pretty nice welcome so far, and
I've settled in all right. I do like Telgar."

Mikael nods to Yashira. "I am sorry to hear that, Ma'am, but best of luck
to you."

"Why, oh, why, oh, why are the best sunsets always in winter?" Kassima
bewails to no one in particular as she trudges in, arms tucked around
herself and a wildly-painted scarf wrapped tightly about her throat. The
Noose That Taste Forgot. "Doesn't seem quite fair that t'witness nature's
finest glories, you should have t'freeze all your pertinent parts off. I
should complain t'someone. Write a note t'Faranth, I don't know... Pierron,
have I told you lately how much better you'd look with a stalk of celery
shoved in each ear?" The LC-Master seems unfazed, and Kassi doesn't dwell
on it, making her way to the cider instead. "Aigh! Faranth, who ma'amed me?
Don't *do* that, you'll scare me out of three Turns of life. G'day, all...
wait, wait, someone's trading?"

Yashira leans against a table near Mikael, Riane, and Corwin. She looks
over at Kassima, arching her eyebrows. "Er... Hello, Kassima."

Ah. Good, Corwin isn't going senile. He lifts his glass to drink. "Well, if
there is anything you need while visiting please let Rikki or myself know."
That said, he gives Kassima a wave with his free hand. "Why, yes. This
gentleman here is from the Romani's." He gives a motion towards Mikael.

Mikael sees thr newcomer come in and rises slightly while he bows...."Good
evening, Ma'am", he syas to the rider....."High Reaches Weyr's duties, and
the Romani Traders.....who is just me, right here, at the moment."

Mikael nods..."Just visit'en, Ma'am." he tried to clarify.

Riane erms, "Sorry, erm, Ka..." She isn't sure of her name, only the
greeting Yashira gives. "Um." A resigned sigh, and she just clears away
more klah.

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay chirples! She's here too! <<Crunching her
cookie>> and wooo wooo.....was that a snowflake? Weee!

Kassima loosens the scarf's choke-hold before returning the greeting:
"Heyla yourself, Yashira. Is the stew any good? Did you kill what's in it?"
Each repetition of 'ma'am' causes a visible flinch, and though she nods
thanks for Corwin's explanation, she's hasty to say, "Don't be calling me
that! I'm nay ma'am. Never a ma'am. Kassima or Kassi will suffice, thankee
most kindly. Duties likewise t'you and yours and all that. What are you
buying?" she asks Yashira and Corwin, flicking her eyes back to them--and
to Riane, for good measure.

Mikael sighs and quietly slide a hand up to steady his green firelizard,
without looking.

Corwin gives his head a shakes at Kassima's question. "I'm afraid that I'm
not buying anything. I was just finished looking at the clutch and wanted
to wash some of that snow away with some cider." After another drink, he
sets his glass on the table before looking over at Yashira.

M'teh walks in from the bowl.

Pierron looks over the Dawnslight Wingleader with an appraising eye and an
approving nod.

Mikael nods..."Sorry Ma'.....Kassima. I'll try to remember. I hope your day
gets better."

Riane wonders softly, "Buying..?" but mostly to herself. "G'devening,
Kassi, then." There. "Not buying, just on break... Doing laundry today."
She nods then to M'teh. Faranth, all the people. So much etiquette to
remember. *Not* her strong point.

Yashira shakes her head. "No, I didn't kill anything in the stew. I'm still
on kitchen duty," she says, trying quite hard not to look at Corwin as she
says this.

Mikael looks back at Corwin...."You wouldn't happen to have a clutch of
fire lizard eggs handy, would you? I really need one for a companion for
Senay, when she's not with me. I'm afraid she's not all that bright.....and
a flying friend might help keep her out of trouble."

M'teh walks in, looking somewhat begraggled. He leaves slightly damp
patches behind him as he heads over to the Serving Tables, head down, and
pours himself some redfruit juice. After taking a sip, the bluerider looks
up, and offers a general wave to the Cavern's occupants. "Hi, Kassi,
Yashira, Riane, Corwin..." he rattles off. Mikael's face doesn't seem to be
known to M'teh, judging by his slightly puzzled expression.

Yashira nods courteously to M'teh. "Hello."

"Oh, the day's just fine." Kassi reaches out with one foot to hook herself
a seat, dragging it within conversational distance and plunking into it
without further ado. "Cold, but that's the bloody icy wastes for you.
Gorgeous sunset, though. Any of you seen it?" The scarf is finally entirely
unwound; the greenrider folds it, stuffing it into a pocket. "Buying from
the Trader," she clarifies for Riane. Sharp ears, she has. "Laundry... ach,
you've m'pity. But 'tis better than latrines, hey? Or, well," with a wry
grin for Yashira, "the kitchens, mayhaps. How long are you stuck there,
anyway? G'deve, M'teh."

Mikael rises and bows to the Wingleader...Good evening sir. I'm Mikael.
High Reaches and Romani Traders duty to Telgar."

Corwin raises a hand at M'teh's greeting and he responds with a cheerful
'hello'. However, he continues to watch Yashira. After a moment he asks
her. "So, Yashira. Have you been behaving yourself in the kitchens?"

Riane calls to the bluerider, "'Lo, siii - M'teh." She nods to Kassi, "It is."

Yashira's lips press more firmly together; she looks to Corwin, inclining
her head. "I haven't hit anyone who deserved it, no. I haven't hit anyone
at all, actually."

"I've seen more of that sunset than I'd like to," comments M'teh. He looks
a little distraught, however, at Mikael's bow. "S'okay, I'm not a Lord
Holder... M'teh, Daruth's rider, Dawnslight Wingleader," he introduces
himself. Riane gets a grin for her almost-sirring.

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay seems to have discovered Riane has
interesting hair. As soon as Mikael sits back down, she going to see what
it tastes like,....

Corwin gives Yashira a slow nod. "An do you promise not to go around
slugging more of the hunters if I let you return to them?" He watches
Yashira for a moment before asking M'teh. "More of the sunset than you'd
like? What happened?"

Riane doesn't notice, at first, the little firelizard, and in fact becomes
an easier target as she turns to watch Corwin and M'teh.

Mikael nods...."Well met, Mteh, and my greetings to your dragon." He hears
the comment to Yashira and his left eyebrow raises....being somewhat of a
hunter himself. Sitting back down, he feels the tug as Senay r-e-a-c-h-e-s
to taste Riane's hair.....

Yashira's jaw sets. "I can't. I can't promise I won't smack someone again
if they keep bothering me. Sometimes it's the only way to get them to
listen. That's how some hunters are."

Mikael looks at Yashira...."Really?" he asks. "Why? Because they are
hunters?" He reaches up to hios shoulder to attempt to find out what the
green is up to now.....

M'teh taps the arm of his wet leathers, complete with lurid yellow stripe.
"Dar got me to go and 'play' with him in the Lake... more like, I stand
nearby, and he splashes me. He claims to be 'sunning' now, for all the sun
there is."

Kassima scoffs, but good-naturedly, "You've nay sense of aesthetics, M'teh.
How could anyone see too much of a lovely sunset like that? All right, so I
gave up staring at it when m'ears started t'crack off, but...." Tugging
next at her gloves, she wonders of Riane, "Have you pulled washing the
dishes yet? That's always a treat--they smell better'n the clothes, but
tend t'be less something you want t'put your hands on. As a rule." Lifting
both brows, she turns head and eyes towards Yashira's and Corwin's
conversation; she comments, "Never realized we'd a sub-culture that used
punches as communication a'fore. I'd have been more interested in meeting
more of 'em if'n I'd known."

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay sees a bit of Riane's hair just within reach,
and gives it a quick nibble.

Riane is oblivious to the green, and chuckles to herself at Kassi. "Not
yet. Although, I don't think I'm looking forward t - Oye!" She yelps,
whipping her head around quickly to the green.

M'teh nods emphatically at Kassi's ear-cracking comment. He's guilty as
charged on the aesthetics front, however, as his fashion sense shows.
"That's just it. Watching it while being splashed in the cold just isn't
that much fun." He looks around suddenly at Riane's yelp. "You okay?" he
asks quickly.

Yashira nods to Mikael. "We're out on our own a lot. Develop some behaviour
that other people don't usually appreciate."

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay Acks! Caught, pretty haor in mouf!

Corwin just gives an amused chuckle at M'teh. "An you came down here
instead of putting on dry clothes?" He gives his head a little shake before
looking over at Yashira again. "Well...I suppose that's the closest thing
I'm going to get to a yes. You can return to your hunting duties, but I
don't want to hear about you getting into another altercation."

Yashira smiles a thin smile - no real humour behind it, but perhaps it's to
show her appreciation nonetheless. "Thank you," she tells Corwin, nodding
once. "I'll try not to. It's not as though I enjoy it."

Mikael snaps his head around at the cry of pain from Riane, and catches his
green in the act. "Senay! Spit that out right now! And no more hair for you!"

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay pounts.....as well as one can when ones mouth
is full of hair. Okey...<<Ptewie!>> der! Daddy happier?

"Like kneeing each other in the groin?" Kassi helpfully half-supposes,
half-suggests. "Or--don't panic, lass, 'tis just a 'lizard." Though she
does frown at said 'lizard. "Mayhaps a young one, t'lack manners so. And I
don't blame you," back on the former track, "for nay looking forward to it.
Still, 'tisn't all bad. You at least won't have t'be weeding in this
weather--you don't?" she breaks off to ask Yashira, sounding almost
disappointed.

M'teh shrugs at Corwin. "Figured I'd dry out quicker in the 'Caverns than
my weyr. 'S too cold there." He may, just possibly, be masking the fact
that he has few other outfits. "Senay's got a thing for hair? Must be like
Ini's for socks."

Mikael looks sternly at Senay. "Now apologise".

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay twitters at Riane, bowing slightly....

Yashira shakes her head at Kassima. "Not really. I only do it when they
really bother me, and I prefer not to be really bothered. Hence, I don't
like to do it."

Riane takes the strand that was caught in the firelizard's grasp, and
examines it carefully. "Aye, I'm all right. Socks?" Amusement crosses her
face. She nods to Senay, "It's all right," she offers.

Mikael looks at M'teh..."She's easily distracted by just about anything. I
love her, but the shaprest knife in the drawer she isn't." He pats the
green after she's apologised...and he has seen that no damage was done.
"Sorry Riane. She's seet, really. She just likes your hair. She'll leave it
alone now."

Riane frowns towards the lower caverns. "I ought t'get back to my chores,
though. It's nice t'meet you all. G'deve!" She heads out, handing her mug
off to a drudge.

Corwin chimes in. "Well, just see to it that it doesn't happen again...at
least not for a long time or I'll have to find something worse that cooping
you up in the kitchens." That said to Yashira, he looks over to M'teh.
"You're probably right. Sitting near the hearth will probably dry you out
pretty quickly."

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay chitters, happily at Riane, then at her
daddy......hair nice, daddy better.:)

Riane walks towards the inner cavern.

Kassima's mouth thins out as she tries, and manages, not to show any
amusement. "Ah," is all she says. "Logic prevails. Nor should I wish 'twere
different, I suppose." With a quick grin for the knife analogy, she twists
to wave after the Candidate, calling, "G'deve! Luck with the clothes!"

M'teh waves to Riane as she leaves, then replies to Mikael, "Nor's Inigo,
really - he does keep stealing my socks and making holes in them, though.
He was /mad/ at that firelizard event thing a while back - they had a race
for socks."

Yashira smiles faintly. "I enjoy bits of it. It's... satisfying, I guess."

Mikael blinks...."A race for socks?"

Kassima looks briefly towards M'teh and Mikael, but--despite the plethora
of 'lizards that is, as always, perched near her person--doesn't offer
forth any matching anecdotes. She half-grins to Yashira instead. "I've
always half wished," she admits, "that I'd been a part of a big brawl,
sometime in m'life--just so I could give someone a black eye just once.
Instead of *getting* the black eyes. But even in flights, the men somehow
manage t'duck. D'you ever get smacked back?"

Mikael waves goodnight to Riane....

M'teh describes the event. "There were some games for firelizards and a
beauty contest, I think... I entered Ini in the race where they had to go
and get a sock, and bring it back. Didn't win, though." He shrugs.

Mikael chuckles...."I would've like to have seen that. Senay may not be all
that smart, but she's pretty and loveable. I'd have tried entering her in
something."

Corwin furrows his brow a little. "How do you have a beauty contest for
firelizards?"

M'teh smiles at Mikael. "I think it was at High Reaches, or somewhere...
maybe they'll have another some time." To Corwin, he just offers a shrug,
and, "Prettiest, I guess."

Yashira shakes her head. "Not very often, no. People don't seem to want to
hit me. It's irritating at times. I'm sure we could thrash each other
soundly sometime if you really wanted."

Mikael gives Yashira and Kassima strange looks...You two *want* to get into
fights?"

Telgar Weyr> Corwin lalalahs and isn't hearing that. "A rider and resident
plotting a brawl." *snicker*

Corwin looks over at Yashira and offers. "It's probably because you're a
woman. Most men have a thing about never hitting a woman."

M'teh hears the mention of a fight, which seems to be addressed to Kassi.
"You're not going after our table again, 'kay?" he warns. Hey, it's not
relevant, but he wasn't listening.

"Don't tempt me," Kassi half-warns, half-laughs, leaning back in her chair
with a faint creak from the wood. "I'truth, I might suggest a sparring bout
instead if'n 'twere of a mind for combat--I don't know about you, but I'd
be more apt t'know what 'twas doing that way." Slewing an amused glance
towards Mikael, she reassures, "With wooden blades only, I promise. Or if'n
'tis fists, mayhaps only until the first black eye? But a'*course* 'twill
leave your table alone, M'teh. Promise."

Yashira's head bobs in Corwin's direction. "Of course."

Mikael looks at Corwin, "True. "Unless of course it's mu Unkle and his lot,
getting drunk and mooning the town. My Mum and the othwer ladies get them
quick enough, with wooden spoons to boot. Quite put me off drinking too
much for life, I think."

M'teh nods, somewhat suspiciously, at Kassi. "Good... oh, it's a duel you
want? With Yashira?"

Dagen walks in from the bowl.

Corwin furrows his brow again but only looks between Yashira and Kassima.

Dagen steps in and shivers as he makes his way across the cavern to the
serving table.

M'teh drinks a little more of his oft-neglected redfruit juice as he offers
a wave to Dagen. "Evening," he calls over to the recordskeeper.

Mikael grins..."That's how I got my Aunt. Unkle mooned her, got the most
points, and there was nothing for it after that but her folks made them
wed......and she was happy to go, anyway."

Dagen nods to M'teh as he passes, "Evenin."

Mikael nods to the newcomer....."Good evening, sir."

Yashira inclines her head to Kassima. "Sparring could work. I don't fight
with knives, though - never really learned. Just use them to skin things."

M'teh blinks at Mikael. "He got points? How?" the bluerider asks.

Kassima shrugs in amiable fashion. "Why nay? Been too sharding long since I
got t'spar with anyone but m'cousin; how else can I keep m'talents sharp? I
hope you're better than Maylia," she asides to Yashira. "Nay that she
doesn't have a talent, but that duel went entirely too quickly. Y'don't?"
It's a vaguely appalled-sounding question. "What a pity... well, fists,
then. When and where?"

Dagen smiles, "Evenin..." he says to Mikael as he goes to the serving table
and fixes himself a mug of Klah. Taking a drink of it as he crosses the
room to a table and takes a seat.

Telgar Weyr> Maylia gahs, Kassi - that duel was what, twenty turns ago?
Eighteen? ;)

Telgar Weyr> Kassima waffles to Tieren. :) And hees! Something like. ;) In
the proddiness-bout before Lysseth's eighth flight, 'cause that was the R&J
one. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Maylia nodnods, proddiness before Tierth's first flight, too.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Yes, yes. And ever since then, Kassi and May
can't stand each other when one is or both are proddy. ;)"

Dagen sits quietly at his table and sips his Klah.

Mikael grins..."Well, ya see, my Uncle and his friends would have games
when they wee tosted. There was the fish spitting game. And the belchhing
game.....you all know that one, right? Well, the mooning thing was....they
all went around, drunk off their....well.....very happy, and mooned all the
ladies they saw. Now, how many points each was worth was dependendant on
her reaction, as judged by the other sots. Uncle got top marks for Aunt
Rose.....well, she was Aunt Rose later. But he also couldn't sit down well
for a couple of days......my may weilds a mean wooden sppon, she does!"

Yashira shrugs, grinning a bit. Her cheeks turn a little pink. "Uh - well -
I don't know how busy you are. This isn't the best season for hunting,
mind..."

Corwin frowns before he raises a finger and shakes it Kassima-wards. "She
just got out of her punishment for her last fight and here you are getting
her into another one. How is she supposed to behave when you keep
encouraging her not to." Corwin just sighs, taking a drink of cider.

Mikael looks ay Kassima, in disbelief....."If you've ever really been hit
with a fist ma'am, it's nothing to want again unless there's no way out of
it."

"Well, as long as it's not anywhere near my table, I'm not worried," notes
M'teh to Corwin, before turning back to Mikael. "Fish spitting?" He laughs
and shakes his head, on hearing the story. "Your uncle sounds as strange -
nay, more - than my Aunt Ayling. And that's saying a /lot/!"

"Generally, very busy--but I have m'free moments. How about now?" Kassi
suggests, with a grin back and a jerk of her thumb towards the Bowl.
"T'celebrate your liberation from the bondage of tuber-peels, and all that.
Ach, Corwin, this isn't a *fight*--'tis a spar, a ritualized combat with
pre-set rules used t'practice one's fighting skills and improve one's
physical condition." She sounds rather as though she's reciting that from a
Guard handbook or something. "Nay damage done, beyond mayhaps one darkened
eye. Mayhaps nay even that, if'n the rules were set different... Trader,
what'd I say about the M-word? Anyway, I've been hit, but nay for Turns. I
could use a bit more spice in m'life."

Dagen leans back in his chair, sipping at his klah as he listens to
conversations going on around him.

Mikael looks back at M'teh, with a smile...."Aye, he's strange. But Aunt
Rose has tamed him alot I'd say. Why only last summer he went to have a
fish smackinging contest with cousin Dax, and Aunt Rose called him of.
Quite spoiled his day."

Corwin just shakes his head slowly.

M'teh thinks he has an amusing comment. He doesn't. "I prefer my spice to
be something like cinnamon."

Yashira shakes her head at Corwin. "It's just a --- what Kassi said." A
smile, and a nod to Kassima. "Alright. I... I can do that, sure. Outside
would be best, I suppose."

M'teh hmms at Mikael. "That's very strange. He seems to like fish, though.
Is he a Seacrafter, maybe?"

Mikael sighs in Kassima's directions, and says nothing more about it. If
the women are determined to try it maybe he ought to just let them. They;ll
find out soom enough fightings not much fun. But he says nothing.

"Try eating more baklava," Kassi suggests to M'teh, a good-natured tease.
"Sharper forms of spice are more t'my taste. Though in this case, I suppose
'blunt' would be more the word." Refastening her jacket, she gets to her
feet, suggesting, "Shall we, then? There's clear space in the Bowl, and
Lysseth can mediate." Oh, yeah, there's an impartial judge for you.

Mikael looks back at M'teh...."No, he's a trader, too. We carry fish inland
sometimes. But fishsmacking is as hard on the fish as it is the man, so the
fish generally falls apart after a while. We eat it then, of course, but it
does cut into the earnings.

Corwin gives a little frown. "Well, if you'll are sure you want to brawl, I
suppose I should go and make sure that no one gets hurt."

Yashira nods slowly. "Alright. We have witnesses that know we both agreed
to it, so - let's. As long as Lysseth understands it's just a spar."

M'teh rolls his eyes at Kassi, with a grin. "Thanks for the advice," he
replies. "I might watch, if you're going to do it now... make sure there's
no mention of my table." Paranoid? Him? To Mikael, he replies, "I never
knew there were so many inventive uses for fish."

Mikael grins....Aw yeah. Traders get bored sometimes, on long runs, and
think up stuff to do. But Uncle's the worst at it. And he's alot better
since Aubnt Rose keeps him out of the ale as much." He seems quite cheerful
about the whole thing.

Kassima agrees rather wryly, "That's an important point, given Lysseth's,
ah, protectiveness--but nay worries. Since we're nay going t'be beating
each other bloody or aught, she's more amused by it than aught--but sure,
M'teh, come along and watch. The more the merrier." That would seem to
include Corwin too, though the look she slants him is half-amused,
half-exasperated; a moment later, she's headed out the door.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

TGW-LC>> Corwin is murmuring to himself as he rises from his seat. He sets
his glass down on the table before turning to see who else is following.

TGW-LC>> Mikael looks at M'teh....."Her dragon is going to watch he get
into a fist fight, and do nothing to help her or stop it?" *Now* his voice
is wondering.

TGW-LC>> M'teh grins at Mikael. "I suppose you would... there's a lot of
travelling. I'm just heading outside to watch." Also setting his glass
down, he heads out towards the Bowl.

TGW-LC>> M'teh replies, "Greenriders work in mysterious ways," with a grin
and a shrug.

M'teh comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

Corwin comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

Yashira comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

TGW-LC>> Mikael shrugs..."This I have to see", he mutters on his way out.....

Mikael comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

M'teh finds himself what would appear to be a safe area, some distance from
Kassi and Yashira, and watches the two.

Yashira starts to button up her hastily-grabbed jacket, grimacing.

Mikael comes out, last, still shaking his head about this females fighting
thing, but if everyone else is going to watch, then, well,......

Corwin looks skywards and gives the snow a frown. "Are you sure you want to
do this here and now?" He pulls the coat he snagged on his way out closed
as he looks around.

Kassima paces towards where Lysseth lounges in the snow, the green's eyes
indeed a deep and whirling blue; there's a clear, broad span of snow not so
far from her. "We can make the circle here?" she suggests to Yashira. "T'be
staying in--and what rules d'you want, when should we call the match won?
First hit, first woman on the ground?"

Long-time Telgar occupant he may be, but M'teh begins to feel the cold as
well. There's nothing much he can button up or pull on, so he just wraps
his arms around himself and stands up by the rock, where he gets a little
cover.

Mikael takes a look at the green in question.....she doesn't seem too
upset, yet....

"Dunno." Yashira lopes after Kassima, rubbing her nose. "First hit's too
early. Going down on the ground's too much. Uh."

Mikael wraps up in his cloak after putting his gloves back on. With some of
the things his family has done, this seems very familiar....

"I usually only do this with knives," Kassi admits, dragging one foot in
the snow to begin to mark the sparring-circle. "Where a win's declared at
the first killing blow and all. I don't *think* 'twould work here--I'd
suggest until one or the other yields, but I'm nay apt t'yield easily,
don't know about you...." Lysseth is anything but upset; she's entertained,
rising up onto her haunches to preside over the growing circle like some
great green master of ceremonies. Her eyes are turned towards Yashira,
studying the younger woman.

M'teh has, up until now, seemed fairly impassive, but starts at the mention
of a killing blow. "Kassi's /killed/ people?" he mutters in shock.

Mikael looks at M'teh, indiating Kassima...."Does she do this sort of thing
often?"

Yashira starts to help make the circle, dragging one large foot along. "I
don't yield very easy, either. Perhaps we could time it." She pauses,
noting Lysseth's scrutiny, and jerkily bows to the green.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Yep, M'teh. Where did you think the Weyr's
stewmeat came from? ;) (*Yes*, I'm kidding. :)"

Corwin sticks his hands in the coat's pockets. "I think Kassi is just
trying to psych Yashira out," he comments to no on in particular. "You two
are really going to do this, aren't you?"

M'teh nods at Mikael, still with that look of shock. "Yup..." he replies,
without taking his eyes off the two. His surprise lessens at Corwin's
comment, though. "Hope you're right."

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "Men are so silly."

Telgar Weyr> M'teh hmms, are you referring to me? ;)

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "Mainly Mikael and Corwin. ;>"

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay looks up at the *BIG* green, and up and up
and.....and chirples a bemused, happy hello!

Telgar Weyr> Corwin says, "I prefer the word, sensible. :)"

Kassima concurs, eyes still on her half of the circle, "That makes sense.
How long? Two minutes, five?" She does straighten long enough to flash her
widest grin M'teh's way. "Only a few," she assures breezily. "And I buried
'em afterwards, right and proper. Think you could keep time for us, M'teh?
And you lot can be our judges, mayhaps--with Lyss--" Who's now dipping her
head once, sharply, in return for Yashira's bow. Her chin nearly touches
the ground as she lowers it enough to stare at the huntress; Kassi might
not be trying to psych her out, but Lysseth?

Tierth backwings for a landing.

Lysseth rumbles faintly, too, in response to the small cousin, but most of
her attention remains elsewhere.

Snarl slips *between*, stalking some unknown prey elsewhere.

Tierth veers downwards as if to land near the living cavern entrance, but
changes her mind and shifts slightly closer to the circle and those near it.

Mikael looks at M'teh and Corwin, neither of whom sem to be calling out the
big shots to put this bout down. And he's only a guest here, while they are
residents. He stays well back from the circle, having been in more than a
few in his time himself, and away from a potientially angry green dragon....

Maylia slides to the ground, giving Tierth a parting caress and a tender
smile.

Corwin casts a glance to the landing Tierth before turning his attention
back to the others. "Well, if they're really going to do this..." he steps
over to Yashira. "I have to cheer for you. You have to defend the honor of
the residents of Telgar." He gives the woman a little wink. No pressure
there. Then he steps away from her.

M'teh shakes his head at Kassi, but then nods at the keeping-time question.
"Looks like we're going, then..." he says, mostly to himself, before
offering a wave to Maylia. "Oh, hi, May. Don't walk between the two of them."

Yashira nods. "How about three minutes? That seems like a good time." She
finishes up the circle, then steps into it. She blinks at Corwin. "But -
oh. You mean, the non-riders?"

Zeppo eyes Senay as if wondering weather the other firelizard somehow got
dipped into some very powerful klah.

Mikael bows to the newcomer...."Good evening Ma'am. High Reaches Weyr and
Romani Traders duty to Tegar, and my greetings to your dragon." He then
goes on to dd, "You may want to avoid that circle in the snow, looks like
th ladies have something to settle."

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "Nooo, definitely silly. ;>"

Corwin makes sure he's outside the circle as he steps over at Maylia. His
face wears a little frown as he greets the Weyrlingmaster. "Hello, Maylia."

After May slides from Tierth's shoulders, little Tasa follows to land in a
heap in the snow. The green nudges the youngster, and Maylia bustles her
off to the living caverns. "Go on, I'll be in in a bit." Tasayli scampers
off, with Tierth in tow, watching over her. "I've not been friends with
Kassi for turns without being aware of fighting circles," the
Weyrlingmaster drawls amiably. "Hello, and Telgar's to you and yours, and
Kassi, what, no knives?"

"That works," Kassima affirms, stepping into the circle after quickly
divesting herself of various potentially unfair items: wherry skewer, belt
knife, three sets of throwing knives, etceteras. Her jacket, however, she
leaves on. It's cold. "M'teh, call when you think it's been three minutes?
And thankee, Corwin--that means I'm defending the honor of the riders, I'm
guessing. Faranth's sake. Hope I'm up to it." A distinct rumble of laughter
issues from Lysseth, the green relaxing into a 'referree' sort of pose as
Kassi shifts into a defensive stance. "Just fists, May!" she calls cheerily
back to her mentee.

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay chirbles a hello to the Zeppo, fanning her
wings so he can see how pretty she is......not many brain cells that work,
but pretty.

Yashira unbuckles the knife strapped to her thigh and tosses it out of the
circle. That's all it takes to disarm her. A nod to Maylia, and Yashira
turns her attention back to Kassi. Shifting her feet, she raises her fists
and hovers them by her forehead.

M'teh nods to Kassi. "I guess that means I'm calling for you, then, Kassi,"
he notes.

Corwin remains quiet as he watches the two begin.

Tierth settles some distance off, once Maylia's daughter has disappeared
into the caverns. Idly, rather disinterested in the pending fight, the
dragon fixes her eyes further down the bowl, where weyrlings are drilling
under the attentions of an assistant weyrlingmaster. Maylia, however,
approaches the spectators, curious. "Fists? This should be interesting.
What brought this on?" The questions are directed to her fellow watchers,
as Kassi and Yashira look rather occupied at the moment.

Mikael looks at Maylia, "Honestly, I haven't a clue." he replies.

Zeppo peers curiously at Senay, a tenative chirp erupting from him. He
stays where he is, though, and resettles his wings.

Corwin turns his frown towards Maylia. "Their brains have gone
between...that's what brought it on. I released Yashira from her punishment
from her last fight and her and Kassi got to talking...and cooked up this."
He motions to the ring and two people inside it.

Kassima quips, "Good t'know I've a supporter, Mit." It's her last comment
before she settles completely into fighting mode: face impassive, eyes
focused, jaw set. Her own fists hover at roughly the same height as she
bounces on her feet, considering Yashira--and finally aiming a quick, light
hit towards the other woman's midsection.

From Mikael's shoulder, Senay peeks out from under daddy's hair at Zeppo,
batting her eyes at the int...the inst...the cute boy. Hey, maybe he's as
nice as daddy is? Nah, no body is as nice as daddy is. But he is nice.

Yashira's body shifts, trying to turn away from the punch; it connects, and
she grunts. Doggedly, she takes a swing with her left fist, toward
Kassima's face, right foot still paced behind the left.

Maylia wrinkles her nose at Corwin's words. "Ehn. Probably the lass just
made some claim of being a great fighter, and Kassi had to test her out.
Doesn't look like it's an arguement style fight, Corwin. Nothing to get
worried over, unless tempers heat up." The Weyrlingmaster brushes snow from
her trousers, and pulls her riding jacket tighter about her body.

M'teh seems to be trying to count wordlessly, judging by his concentrated
expression and moving lips. Whether he'll actually manage it up to three
minutes is moot.

Mikael just *has* to add...."We could give them a couple of big fish to
smack at each other with, that's usually entertaining."

Kassima bounces back upon connecting, but not fast enough to avoid the
punch entirely: it clips her cheekbone, and her head snaps back with the
impact. But not long--she refocuses soon enough, with no more comment from
Lysseth at this strike than an impassive rumble. Crouching down a bit
lower, the greenrider attempts to land an uppercut on Yashira's chin.

"Thatagirl - watchit," Maylia calls, as first Kassi's hit connects, then
Yashira's. "Three minutes?" she asks of the others, "Is that what I heard?"

Yashira's stepping forward as Kassima crouches; she tries to step back in
time, but her jaw is jerked upward by the uppercut. Her teeth clack firmly
together, and she backpeddles a couple of steps. "You don't block," she
notes with a faint gasp.

Mikael nods...."That's what they said."

Corwin is quietly watching.

M'teh nods to Maylia, but doesn't stop counting, or reply verbally.

"I prefer t'dodge when I can," Kassima confirms almost absently, trying to
pursue her advantage with a fist aimed just below Yashira's ribcage--but
Lysseth, quite suddenly, interjects herself into the scene: a green tail
snakes around to just behind Yashira, where that backpeddling could easily
lead her to trip over it; it's not a maneuver of which her rider approves,
judging by Kassi's squawked, "Lysseth!"

Mikael grins...."There gors the "fair" moderator.

Yashira trods on a tail-tip, then goes tumbling back over a thicker
portion. Fwoop! Into the snow. "Gack!"

M'teh erms. "Does that mean Kassi won, or unfair play by Lysseth?" he wonders.

Maylia hmphs, nodding to Mikael. "That's right, go for her face," May calls
encouragement. "Don't let your guard down!" Good, general advice, from
someone who prefers wrestling or knife sparring to beating the brains out
of her opponent. "Now, hey!"

Zeppo wrinkles his nose, and looks at the fight. Two-leggers whacking on
each other is /far/ more interesting.

Corwin blinks at the green's interfernce. "Hey! You're only supposed to
watch."

Kassima spins at once to berate her dragon. "Lyss! You said 'twere *fine*
with it; why the shells did you--" The dragon's eyes are not red, however,
not angry in the least; they remain blue, though they whirl more quickly
than the norm. Absolutely ignoring her rider, she cranes her neck about to
peer into Yashira's face. Close enough that the huntress can feel the
warmth of her breath, probably. "Oh, bloody shells," Kassi groans,
realization breaking across her face. "You've got t'be *kidding* me."

Yashira peers up at the dragon, blinking. "Uh...? She's not angry, so...?"

Mikael gets a sudden idea, and covers his mouth with a gloved hand so no
one can see his smile.....

Kassima lets her face drop into her hand, her fingers automatically moving
to massage her temples. "Only me," she mutters. "Only me. I'm the only one
cursed with such a dragon." Making her way around Lysseth's bulk to offer
Yashira a hand up, she looks rather sheepish. "Lyss says that if'n you're
t'go to the Barracks, then you'd best nay be bruised too badly. Faranth,
Lysseth, let her up!" The green does back away a foot or two, but
reluctantly. And her rumbling is decidedly smug.

Yashira clasps Kassima's hand, still shaking her head. "The Barracks? Why
would I go there?" A curious look at Lysseth.

M'teh stops his mental - or not so mental - counting, and looks up with
interest at Kassi and Lysseth. He doesn't say anything, however.

Maylia clues in. It might've taken her a little while, but then she's been
mostly ignoring the presence of the clutch on the sands, and Tierth's not
the most avid dragon when it comes to such things. Yashira is given, now,
an evaluating regard, and earns a grunt. What the grunt means could be
anything.

Kassima pulls, the better--hopefully--to help Yashira stand. The look she
casts over her shoulder towards her lifemate is only a shade short of
scathing. "Well, y'don't *have* to, whatever she says. But you could."
Evidently realizing that this is not a very helpful response, she turns
back to face the other woman and straightens into formal poster. Hands
clasped behind her back, the whole deal. "Green Lysseth of Telgar Weyr
wishes to invite you to Stand as a Candidate for gold Cariath and brown
Spineth's clutch," she recites, her still-sheepish expression the only
thing marring her poise. Those outside the circle are also cast a brief,
rueful glance before her eyes return to Yashira. "D'you accept?"

Mikael now can no longer hide his grin....

Corwin gives a little smile towards Yashira. "Well, it looks like someone
else will have to worry about her getting into trouble now."

Yashira's face goes slack. "Stand?" She holds quite still, then shakes her
head violently. "I couldn't! I don't - I don't understand this. It's been
years, and..." she looks toward Lysseth, hand coming up to her forehead to
rake fingers through her hair. Not pretty, when it's in a braid. "Shards."

M'teh smiles at Yashira. "Never did get to find out who'd win the fight,
though. Maybe there'll be a rematch."

Mikael chuckles..."Now *that's* a new way to end a match I'd not seen before."

Corwin looks over at M'teh. "Perhaps some time when it's a bit warmer."

Now *that* stills Lysseth's smugness--the green rises up to a more looming
posture, her low rumbling taking on a hint of growl. "Shut up, Lysseth,"
mutters the greenrider. "She's got the right t'refuse if'n she wants--but
are you sure you want to?" she asks Yashira, folding her arms. "I assure
you that you could; Lysseth's say-so means that, and you're still young
enough t'be Standing, aren't you? Besides," and here she drops her voice,
"you'd make m'life much easier if'n you *did* accept. She'll be absolutely
intolerable if'n you don't. Nay anyone's ever refused on m'lady a'fore, and
she's got a bit of a temper, y'know."

Maylia frowns, possibly lending a clue as to what the grunt meant. Without
further comment, and without a sparring match to hold her attention, the
Weyrlingmaster pivots on her heel, and heads for the living caverns. Some
mutters about eating a pleasant meal with her daughter can be heard.

"I just... Saulith looked me over last night. I thought that was it for
this Search. I try to avoid them, really," Yashira says, beginning to
stumble over her words. "I've always managed to be away before. Since
Jashun Impressed..."

Mikael holds his breath....is the girl going to refuse?

"Lysseth would have me point out that she's a much better judge of who
should Stand than nigh any other green you could name." Kassima rolls her
eyes towards the heavens. "Nay that she has an ego 'tall. Jashun?" Her
brows furrow as the name is run through her mental database. "I know that
name. 'Twere several Telgar-types cheering him on, on the ledges, that
Hatching--but 'twasn't here, was it?" In the meanwhile, she casts another
quick look towards the spectators; this one seems to be one of those 'help
me out, here' sort of looks.

"Oh. You know him," Yashira says in dull tones.

M'teh shrugs in reply to Kassi. "Can't say I've really heard the name... I
don't get to all the Hatchings, and it might have been a while ago."

Mikael looks suddenly much older, with some sort of pain in the past
showing in his eyes......"Yashira....it's an honor to be asked, no matter
the outcome. If you make it, or not, it has nothing to do with Jashan,
whoever he his. *This* is all on your own. And you may never get the chance
to try again. I'd say go for it."

Kassima half-corrects, half-clarifies, "Know *of* him. Vaguely. I probably
had a wager on him, if'n he's from here." Her eyes narrow in speculation.
"What about his Impression would be making you avoud Searching dragons?"
Mikael earns a quick smile of commingled gratitude and sympathy.

Corwin lets out a light chuckle. "Remember what you were fighting for,
Yash...the honor of the residents here. You should accept."

"I was fighting to have fun," Yashira retorts in Corwin's direction. She
looks up at Lysseth, lips quivering a moment. "I could... I mean, there's
no harm in, um..." She trails off, shakes her head. "I always lose bets,
anyway."

A call from over the Bowl causes M'teh to squint in the person's direction,
then sigh. "Better be heading off - U'nar wants me, and who knows what
he'll do if I keep him waiting. He's probably started a fire or something,
knowing him..." He lingers a short time on Yashira before offering a wave
and jogging over the Bowl to the distant figure.

M'teh walks north.

Corwin removes one of his hands from his coat pockets and raises it. "Okay,
okay." He quietens down.

Mikael shakes his head...."You've already *won* the first step, or the
green would not have asked for you. So you're ahead of alot of other people
already. They don't ask all that many, ya know."

Lysseth stares back down at her, not quite glaring, but certainly putting
her considerable all into looking imposing. "Certes there's nay harm,"
Kassima agrees, while snapping an elbow back towards her dragon. It's too
far to connect, alas, but Lysseth's tail-twitch would suggest she noticed
it. "Nor harm in losing bets. Trust me. I've lost plenty. So... will y'make
my life ten times easier, and Stand? I warn, t'placate Lysseth, I'd almost
offer t'pay off your wager for you." A light chuckle escapes her despite
herself, and she flicks a grin Corwin's way.

Yashira scratches the back of her head, swallowing. "I... uh..." She's
cracking!

Kassima prompts, ever-helpful, "The next word is 'accept.' You accept."

Corwin just returns Kassima's smile as he tucks his hand back in his coat
pocket.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Cariath emits a sleepy sigh. <<I hate it when
they waffle.>>

Lysseth> Cariath senses that Lysseth grumbles in tones of stormy slate, <<
As if she does not know what she should do! I have told her what she should
do. She should know that I am right. >> Since, of course, she's always
right. Really.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Cariath seems to agree...accept when /she/ is
right, of course.

Mikael grins..."And besides, just think.....you can tall all the other
candidates that you got *your* Searching done up during one of your own
fist fights. Let'em try to top that one!"

Lysseth> Cariath senses that Lysseth lets that slide. Discretion is the
better part of valor... and besides, if Cariath were right, then surely
Lysseth would agree, since she must also be right. The exchange brightens
her mindscape by a shade, a pale wave of amusement cresting over crystal
despite herself.

Yashira gnaws on her bottom lip, which is considerably chapped. "Can't...
can't really hurt, now can it?" she ventures. "I'll accept."

Mikael cheers, from the sidelines!:)

Kassima's tension wasn't truly visible until now, when she relaxes from it
into a broad smile. "How much worse than all that time in the kitchens
could it be?" she reasons. "And if'n you do Impress, you'll get t'carve all
the meat you could ever possibly want. Felicitations, Yashira." Behind her
rider, Lysseth sinks back into her lounge in the snow... but now, now she
nearly *radiates* smug. She found one. She is such hot stuff.

Corwin grins at Yashira's answer. "Just think, Yash, you don't have me
checking up on you now to make sure you're not getting into trouble."

Telgar Weyr> TelgarW_Bldr welcomes Yashira to the knot as a candidate!

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Cariath obviously thinks this makes -perfect-
sense.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima congratulates Yashira, Lysseth's latest victim. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Tieren says, "Hiya!"

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "Woo, Yashira! :)"

Telgar Weyr> Dagen says, "Grats Yash"

Telgar Weyr> Corwin says, "Congratulations, Yashira,"

Telgar Weyr> Schmitt chews on Yashira.

Yashira smiles weakly, her own shoulders going slack once more. "I could be
right back in your hair after Candidacy, Corwin," she cautions the steward.
"Uh. Thank you, everyone."

Mikael smiles....though there is a shadow still there too, "Best of luck
then."

Corwin chuckles lightly at Yashira's response. "Well, we'll cross that
bridge when and if we come to it."

Telgar Weyr> Yashira waves. Props to Kassima for that awesome Search!
Fistfight!

Kassima stuffs her hands into her pockets, finally seeming to realize, with
the adrenaline of fight and Search draining, that they've been freezing
stiff for the past few minutes. "We should likely get you settled into the
Barracks," she offers to Yashira. "'Tis lucky for you that moving your
things shouldn't be much of a problem."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima blushes. Awww, 'tweren't nothin'. ;) Alas, a rematch
is probably forbidden while you're a Candidate. ;)

"Huh?" Yashira seems a little stunned still. "I... yeah. I guess it's not
far at all. Uh. What's - am I still going to hunt at all? What happens now?"

"'Twill be up t'your Coordinators, I imagine--that's K'ran and Tarien.
They'll probably have other chores for you t'do," Kassi warns as she heads
for the Living Cavern. "'Twill nay be able t'leave the Weyr 'til the
Hatching, so hunting's likely out... but you can ask, and there's a list of
the rules in the Barracks. You'll see."

Yashira lopes along behind Kassi, with a backward glance at Lysseth. "I -
oh. Right. I see. K'ran and Tarien? That's good. I like them."

Kassima comments, "That should make things easier, then," as she ducks into
the Cavern. Lysseth gazes tranquilly back at Yashira. Her work here is done.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Lysseth> Mikael shivers...."Well, now that *that's* over, I'm going to go
in and get some more hot klah. Best of luck Yashira." He waves goodbye and
heads back into the warmth of the living caverns.

Mikael walks in from the bowl.

Lysseth> Corwin mumbles to himself. "At least now we can go in where it's
warm." He heads towards the living cavern.

Corwin walks in from the bowl.

Pierron straightens up and adjusts his apron as the steward arrives.

Lysseth> Yashira glances back at Lysseth again with a rueful look. "Thank
you? I think."

Mikael gets himself another mug of hot klah, with creme, and finds a warm
seat to drink it at.

Corwin makes straight for the hearth. He doesn't bother removing this hands
from his coat pockets until he's in front of it. "Ah... *Much* better," he
says with a smile.

Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles, still a self-pleased sound. Don't mention it. It
was the least she could do.

Lysseth> Yashira smiles faintly, uncertainly, and heads into the cavern.

Yashira walks in from the bowl.

Mikael slips off his claok and gloves, and warms his hands on his mug....

Kassima grins back over her shoulder at Yashira, once the younger woman
comes in. "She says, 'You're welcome,' and adds that she's glad you came
t'your senses. Dragons. I'm amazed I haven't kicked her yet today. Follow
me through here--" She sets to threading her way through the crowds of the
Cavern, towards the Lower Caverns behind, with waves to the familiar faces
she passes along the way.

You walk towards the inner cavern.

TGW-LC>> Yashira hastens her step, undoing her jacket as she goes, eyes
still wide.

Yashira walks in from the living caverns.

"Through here," Kassi directs, a moment before she draws aside the curtain
to the Candidate Barracks and steps inside.

You part the curtain and step into the Candidate Barracks.

Yashira emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.

Yashira ducks her head a little, muttering, "Shards. Built for tinier
Candidates than me."

Kassima pauses just inside the doorway, scanning over the rows of cots.
"There should still be plenty left--go ahead and take your pick, and if'n
you're lucky, you won't find a snorer claiming the one next t'you. I'll
rummage up a knot for you if'n I can remember where they're kept. D'you see
that list on the wall there?" She grins a bit in sympathy at the comment.
"Aye, methinks they built it with the wee adolescents we sometimes find in
mind."

Yashira glances around, head bobbing - carefully. "I see the list. That's
the, um, chores?" She peers curiously in that direction, and edges over.

"The duty roster, right." Kassima begins to rummage in a the drawer of a
desk set somewhat apart from all the cots. "You don't have t'worry about it
tonight, but they'll likely have you on it starting tomorrow--and that next
to it, that's the rules and things. Fairly basic stuff: do your chores,
don't leave the Weyr, don't drink or sleep with anyone, probably a few more
I'm forgetting right now... ah, here we go." She fishes a simple braid of
white and black cord from the drawer, with an extra strand of white through
it.

Yashira looks at the list for a moment, then turns back to Kassima and
blinks again. She reaches up to remove her shoulder knot slowly; once
that's done, she closes her fingers 'round the new one and eyes it for a
long moment. A nod. "Right."

"You'll want t'be keeping your cot and press neat as you can--I don't know
if'n they come out and say it on the rules or nay, but Coordinators are a
tricky lot; they might come in and do inspections," Kassima warns, letting
go of the knot. "As for the white robe and whatnay, they'll show you how
t'make that later. Methinks that does it for the basics--any questions,
concerns?"

"Just..." Yashira glances around again, forehead wrinkling. "Nothing,
really. Won't take me any time to move in here. It's just me and Riane so
far?"

Kassima shakes her head at that. "You, Riane, several others by now--I
heard Kichevio got one, and a wee vtol mentioned that Mirielle's back in
the Barracks. There are probably... oh... a dozen of you the dragons have
picked up now? Mayhaps as many as fifteen? I'm afraid I don't keep track as
well as when 'twas a Coordinator m'self."

"Oh - Mirrari. Can't think straight. I was there when she was Searched,"
Yashira says, fumbling with the knot.

"That's right, you mentioned Saulith's sniffing. I daresay Mirrari's happy
about it, enthused as she was over the eggs." Is Kassi sounding just a
little reminiscent there? Nahhh. "Anyway. If'n you've nay questions, I'll
leave you t'get settled--oh. Though I should ask... you're all right, aye?"

"Mostly. I just have to, ah, sort some things out again. I'll be fine,
though." Yashira ventures an oddly timid smile.

Mirrari yawns and stretches, looking around with a sleepy smile.

Kassima's return smile is as reassuring as she can make it. "That's all
right, then. And I don't doubt you *will* be fine. Just wanted t'make
sure," dryly, now, "that Corwin wouldn't be after m'hide for hitting you.
'Twas a good fight while it lasted. Mayhaps a rematch once you're out of
the Barracks, hey?"

"Sounds good to me, Kassima," Yashira replies, smiling a little more
naturally.

Mirrari was really in a corner scrubbing the floors honest.. she wasn't
napping..

"Then I'll plan on it," Kassi answers cheerfully, and, with an amiable wave
in Mirrari's direction, departs.

You head through the entrance to the inner cavern.