Living Cavern -- Starmount> Niniane chuckles, pouring herself a wonderful, steaming cup of heavenly klah, "So...How many women have you taken into your clutches? One, two, hundred?"

Living Cavern -- Starmount> K'rian just grins, amused by this all -- and as he lounges against the back of his chair, he offers, "Eight. I am, admittedly, hamstringing my own terrible reputation here -- but it's all in the name of honesty, eh?"
 
Living Cavern -- Starmount> Niniane grins at him from over the rim of the cup, "True, true...Who's going to be the ninth, K'rian? Some drudge from the lower caverns? A candidate? A fellow rider?" A Harper?

Living Cavern -- Starmount> "..not counting flights that Tamlinth's been victorious in, o'course, for those don't truly count," K'rian adds onto his total with a low chuckle, then flashes over a broad grin. "A good question, is it not?"

Living Cavern -- Starmount> Niniane sashayes her way back, taking Kariel's old seat next to K'rien, "Just like I'm wondering who my first will be. Oh, the torment. Maybe I should just give myself over to celibacy and not worry. Things would be just a bit easier."

You see:
 K'rian, standing near the door.
 Niniane, standing near the door.

K'rian's lips settle into an easy smile, as he sets the mug down upon the table in a curl of fading steam. "Ah, but as I've heard Traders say at Gather -- it's a buyer's market. You have the luxury of picking and choosing from a whole weyr - or further - of available men." Teasing, just a bit.

Niniane stifles a giggle that rises in her throat, forcing herself to swallow without spewing klah everywhere. When she successfully achieves such, she replies heartily, "Yes, but there's competition! And some of them have dragons, and I have a flute. I'm nothing compared to them."

"You underestimate the power of music, oh lovely harper.." K'rian's grin creeps wider, mischevous and dancing, as he gestures expansively with one hand, "And in any case, nothing a'tall can come between a rider and their lifemate. It doesn't stop them from being affectionate with others."

Upon hearing one conversation in particular -- that of Niniane and K'rian -- the newly arrived bronzerider does pause long enough to catch a few words. And that's enough for a skeptical, disdainful expression to cross his expression. Rolling his eyes, O'kano proceeds towards his destination, and busies himself with readying his meal.

A familiar figure comes into view, and Niniane just couldn't resist, "Oi, it's the rider from last night! How ya doin'? I never did catch your name!" If the conversation K'rian and she were having was crude, this was downright disgusting. Of course, you had to have a slightly twisted mind to catch it, but most did, as told from the wave of snickers crossing the room.

And at those words from the harper, K'rian bursts into chuckles of his own -- reaching one hand up, fingertips brushing back through his hair as he looks up and over. Ah, it's Puo. Let's see how unamused he is.

O'kano didn't catch it, as told by his puzzled look that appears in response to the laughter. "Maybe that's because I didn't say anything to you," he points out, "except that you were an idiot." He shoots a vaguely annoyed look towards K'rian; even if he didn't understand what the chuckling's about, he can figure out that it's directed at him.

Niniane huffs into her cup, eyes following the steam on its smooth path upwards, "Look who's talking. You don't even get the joke when atleast three-fourths of the people in here do." She blinks at K'rian, "See what I mean? He's cute, but not to bright in the upper quarters."

K'rian raises one shoulder in an easy shrug, then lets it fall as he offers wryly, "That's just O'kano. Don't mind him, he just doesn't like.. uhm.. anyone, really." He reaches over to pick up his klah mug once more.

"I am too!" O'kano defensively snaps. He just happens to be more of the innocent nature. Then, for K'rian, he adds, "I do too. I just don't like you." And the majority of the weyr, too. Food is foregone is favor of klah, which Puo clutches between blue-tinged fingers as he collapses into a chair and makes his usual complaint: "I hate being cold."

"It might help if you tried being /nice/. If you hate being cold, that normally helps." In a childish gesture, she sticks her tounge out at the rider before turning back to K'rian, "I agree. He simply hates everyone and everything."
"In his defense, I'm sure he loves Jharzeth," K'rian says with a quiet chuckle into his mug, as he takes a sip of klah, "But I've yet to see the -person- that he actually liked."

"How does that help?" O'kano queries irritably. "You don't make any sense. And I do /not/ hate everything." An almost smug expression flickers across his countenance as K'rian mentions his lifemate, and he nods sharply. "See? Told you -- and I /do/ like people." Notice, however, that he's not offering up any examples; whether that's out of a lack of them or, rather, a disinclination to expose where his good humor lies is anyone's guess.

Niniane rolls her eyes in a good-natured way, grinning, "Or so you say, Puo. Care to name one of these many people you favor? Or, is it just your dragon? Of course, I'm not begruding you your admiration and undying devotion to them, but...Any humans catch your fancy?" She winks at K'rian, mouthing 'I doubt it', before sipping her klah.

K'rian quirks a small smile at Niniane's wink and mouthed words, finishing off the last of his klah and nudging the mug across the table. He stretches out, arms folding 'cross his chest as he gets comfortable to listen to the other bronzerider's likely-forthcoming rant.

"No." Simple as that, O'kano refuses to answer Niniane's query. "No, I don't care to name anyone." For once, he doesn't rise to the bait, but only scowls over at the harper. "It's my business, not yours, and I don't have to share anything with you. I don't even /know/ you. So why would I share my personal life?"

Niniane carefully places her cup down, pausing for a moment...One...Two...Three! She leaps from her chair, running towards the unwary Puo. Stationed at his side, she throws her arms about his shoulders, grinning mischeviously, "Because I'm cute, sweet, innocent, and the people love me! Surely, you could name atleast one. Please?" She bats her eyes at him, her lips curling into a pout, "Pwetty pwease?"

As the harper throws herself at Puo, K'rian just bursts into helpless laughter -- arms dropping down to rest against bent knees, as he nearly folds himself over with mirth. "..Niniane!"

O'kano flinches back, caught unawares and now trapped in seat and scowling fiercely. "Go away," he snaps, attempting to push her away. "You are not cute and sweet and no one loves you. Especially not me. And I'm not going to name one person for you." K'rian is the recipient of an angry glare, but Puo's attention is mostly occupied by the less-than-sane harper. "Is this what they teach you at your Hall?" he spits out. "Or did you just come out crazy?"

Niniane heaves an exaggerated sigh, backing up, lower lip trembling, "You don't love me?" She sobs, running back towards K'rian, her frown quickly turning upside-down. Kneeling by him, she buried her face in his shoulder, the sobs/laughter slowly wafting towards the horrible, evil Puo.

K'rian lifts his head from where it'd fallen between his knees, still laughing silently as an arm reaches to curl half 'round the harper in a 'there, there' pat against her back.

At least Puo's not trapped anymore. He springs to his feet, glowering over at the pair. "It's not funny! And I most certainly don't like you. I like..." There's a hesitation, as the bronzerider abruptly bites off whatever he was about to say and substitutes, "Jharzeth." His klah is snatched up from where he left it on the table, and O'kano hides his embarrassment by drinking from his mug and ignoring the laughter. "I'm leaving," he announces, stomping towards the Bowl.