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Galleries -- Starmount Weyr(#40RIJ)
You walk up a flight of stone-cut steps into a narrow walkway lined with a sturdy railing on one side and tiered benches on the other, separated into two parts by another set of stairs. The railing blocks access to the shimmering heat of the Sands beyond, and is often a popular perch for the ever-curious firelizards.  To the west the stairs lead down and out of the cavern to the main Bowl, while another set of wide stairs leads down to the Sands themselves. While a clutch is on the sands, that might not be a particularly good place to go.

Contents:
Riko
T'ela
Kuro
Caraline
Raali
 

T'ela sighs faintly, cracking an eye open as more steps echo on the stone stairs and offers a lazy wave towards O'kano, a sly grin on her face.

Even O'kano -- the bronzerider who's so very vocal about how more dragons are unnecessary -- can't help put sneak down from the ledges to take a peek at the current clutches. T'ela's greeting is noted, and Puo awards her a civil nod in return.

Caraline hmmms a bit more as she sees O'kano and she just sort of stays out of his way after her first run in with him.

Riko remains silent, but thats the way he would prefer it.

T'ela arches an eyebrow at that - a civil Puke-boy? Isn't that an oxymoron? "And how are we, O'kano?" A musing, teasing tone to that voice, definately. "Hmm?"

An anomaly, at the very least. O'kano shoots a vaguely annoyed look towards T'ela from where he stands, hands buried in pockets, and his tone is clipped as he responds, "Fine, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

T'ela chuckles languidly, arching an eyebrow at the bronzerider. "Who knows? Always seem to be a vtol stuck in your pants, why should now be anytime different?" Gee, she's not *purposefully* trying to provoke him, is she?

"I do /not/ have vtols in my pants," snaps back the irritable O'kano. "Never have, either. So I don't see how I could act like that. You're obviously mistaken -- or seeing things." Puo is, after all, the very epitome of respect and niceness.

Riko turns slightly and picks up his jacket. A moment of pause, and he stands up moving sideways out to the stairs leading down towards the main levels of the galleries.

T'ela's laughter increases, dark eyes dancing brightly, reveling in the trouble she causes. "Of course you don't, O'kano. Just like that greenrider wasn't in your pants a while ago, right?" Waving a hand at the accusations, she replies mock-cheerily, "I see things all the time, you know. Just a matter of drinking enough. But we haven't started yet today, have we."

"/What/?" Shock enters O'kano's tone as he regards the other with widened eyes. "What are you talking about?" he demands. "What greenrider? Who's spreading rumors about me?" Clarification: rumors he hasn't heard yet.
Then, snidely, he adds, "You see things without drinking -- you're at a constant level of intoxication. Especially if you think some greenrider's sharing my bed."

Caraline just kind of stays out of the way of the riders, really, sinking deeper into her seat as she finally starts to warm up, her cloak still wrapped round her, but loosely now.

Or sharing Puo's pants, for that matter.

T'ela probably couldn't look any more pleased with herself - and there's a little vtol of her own in his pants. "Don't be silly! It was all *over* the caverns this morning, you know." The smile fades a bit as more venom inserts itself - only *she's* allowed to make fun of her drinking habits! "I don't think - I *know*! And you had *best* watch yourself, bronzeling."

Riko paces down the stairs not giving O'kano as much as a look, maybe he dosn't recognize him. A pause in mid-step as he passes T'ela, but he proceeds outside, putting his jacket on while walking.
Riko walks down the stairs and out into the bowl.

O'kano rolls his eyes and sarcastically interposes with false concern, "T'ela, T'ela. You were /obviously/ into your wineglass a bit too much this morning -- you're mixing me up with someone else. I don't sleep with greenriders." The final comment is ignored as Puo folds arms across his chest and glares at the other rider.

Caraline decides to pull her hood up, maybe then the riders will think she's asleep and not start in on her for some reason, especially since she really doesn't know either one. Her main goal right now is to just pretend that they don't exist, so maybe they won't bother her.

T'ela snickers darkly, making a dismissive gesture at O'kano. "You have *no* idea what goes on in a woman's weyr, do you, Puo. That's what happens, hanging out in only men's, you know." Absolutely poisous, now. Maybe she is drunk, though it certainly doens't seem to have affected her faculties. "Poor, poor little Puo."

"I do too!" Puo shoots across, defensive. And then, realizing his words a moment too late, the bronzerider begins to flush -- just a little bit; maybe it'll go unnoticed, or T'ela will attribute his slightly reddened cheeks to the heat of the nearby Sands.

T'ela isn't *about* to let a victory like that get away from her. An exultant smirk spreads across Tae's pale face, and an absolutely purring quality infects her voice. "There, you see? Nothing wrong in admitting you're not a proper holdbred, now is there."

Almost sulkily, O'kano returns, "I am too properly holdbred. And there's nothing wrong with that, either. Properly holdbred -- you probably don't even know what that means."

Caraline shakes her head just a bit and she rises and starts to work her way around the... fussing... riders to the exit, hoping not to be noticed by either. Better the cold than listening to the conversation any longer.
Caraline walks down the stairs and out into the bowl.

A moment later, Puo adds, "The difference between me and you is that I don't run around yelling about my personal life. And I don't drag every available person off to my weyr, either."

Teasingly, liltingly Tae replies, "You're right - I've never had the horror of living there. But I *do* know little boys aren't supposed to do that. Are they." Eyes unfocus just a bit, and a frown marrs all that glorious triumph. "Shards... alright..." But them's fighten' words! Wait.. no... not really, for T'ela just smirks again, though with markedly less pleasure. Yup - definately must be a little tipsy. "Hmph. Not just *any* available person. Bronzeriders are best."

"Supposed to do what?" Puo queries suspiciously. "I don't understand you. No sane person does." He rolls his eyes again at her final admission, informing loftily, "I wouldn't go to your weyr even if you paid me."

T'ela snorts softly. "Don't be innocent. You know darn well. Holdbred boys don't go play in other boys' weyrs. Isn't 'moral' or some garbage like that." Eyes narrow just a bit, and she gestures dismissively. "Shows how much you know. I wouldn't *let* you in my weyr if you paid me, bronzeling."

Eyes narrowing, Puo snaps, "I don't go play in other boys' weyrs. Don't know where you get these shardin' stupid ideas." Then, a moment later, he retorts, "Good!"

T'ela rises swiftly to her feet, swaying only the littlest bit. "They're not stupid if they're true!" is all but shouted back as brownrider descends a few stairs to pause just one or two above the bronzerider. "... Good! Because I *certianly* don't want to ever see you there! Especially not in the near future!"

Righteous indignation colors O'kano's tone as his voice rises in time with T'ela's. "That is not true! I would /never/! Even you should know that! Even if you're drunk!"

"Prove it, bronzeling!" Tae curls one hand into a fist and makes ready to lay it out right there and then, until an expression of alarm spreads across her face. "Shards, Shep *no*! Not *now*!" An angry glance is directed at bronzeling before Tae brushes past him, though she whirls a few steps further down to shout back, "Drunk or not, at least *I'm* not a child!" Thank Faranth for another dragon newly down with the cold?

"I will!" threatens O'kano right back, hands going to hips. As she leaves, the bronzerider spitefully calls after her, "At least I'm not a coward!" Then he, too, departs, striding in the opposite direction towards the ledges.