The Great Hall
Elaborate paintings and elegant tapestries hang on the walls of the vaulted hall, scenes of Weyr life both old and new depicted on them. Sturdy chairs, benches and well built tables are set all over the huge room, for the comfort and enjoyment of the spectacular view.  Large window with ornately carved lintels are carved into the walls, protective shutters flanking each one, able to be close to protect from the chill of the night or the blustering of
 storms.  When open, they allow any breeze, however slight, to blow into the Hall, cooling it off during the heat of the mid day.
Centered along each wall, sets of double doors are inset into the walls, each ornately carved and polished to a deep shine, usually propped open to allow for better air circulation. The hall is always busy, no matter the time or heat of day, as weyrfolk and riders alike come and go to partake of refreshments and meals or simply to gather and talk on any number of topics.
Inelda and M'sia are here.

A'razi glides from the central hall.

A'razi slips in silently, a near ghost wafting along the wall, making a bee-line towards the klah.

M'sia continues to shiver away, wrapped in her blanket, sniffing just a little.

Nelash walks in from the entry hall.

Kym, for her part, slouches in a chair by an abandoned table, just close enough to listen to any conversation happening between the others occupying the hall.  Content in her silence, she spies A'razi's movement and lifts a hand in greeting.

Nelash  enters the hall shyly.

A'razi heaves a huge sigh and looks mournfully at Kym. She /would/ spot him, and he was tring so hard to sneak. Flipping his bangs back, he now pretends non-chalance, much like a cat.

M'sia swallows hard, teeth still chattering as she soaks up the warmth.

Kym has keen eyes, see.  But at least she didn't announce his presence to the rest of them.  Yet.  Nelash, too, is spotted, and she politely nods towards her unfamiliar figure.

A'razi finally attains his goal- the klah pot. And a mug. He grins at Kym, "Whassup?"

Inelda drops into a seat, sighing a bit.

Nelash  sits down carefully in a chair, and sort of crunches up, as if trying to make herself invisible.

A'razi saunters rather hilariously over towards the strange girl and flops down right next to her. Not an ounce of shyness here. Nope.

Kym is coaxed into speech; simply, she replies, "Sh'lain's Brintalth."  She pauses, casting a quick glance towards M'sia before amending, "Er. She was earlier. Not any more."

A'razi blinks. "Oh, I missed it. Probably a good thing, Tylenth's been acting strange lately." He gives no explanation for where he actually was, of course.

M'sia grits her teeth at the reminder and just pulls the blanket even tighter.. Yep.. looks like she'll smother.

A'razi sips some klah, winks at the stranger, then asks, "So who caught her?" As if it's the most random thing he could think of.

Kym is rather less than tactful, as a quick glance at the bluerider shows.  She'll blame it on Gwyneth.  Yes.  "Probably," she agrees.  Shoulders give a small shrug, and she admits, "I haven't found that out yet.  They're still...occupied."

M'sia grits her chattering teeth as she mutters, "Tchaith." She shivers even more, blanket pulled even tighter.. Ok, smother or get lost in there.."

A'razi sighs and contemplates switching to wine. "I see.... marvelous." He kicks his feet up to a table-top, there to let them rest insolently on the surface. "So what else is going on this fine evening?"

Kym isn't surprised.  "Tchaith," she supplies, peering back towards A'razi.  Lips twist into a brief smile, and she queries, "A green's rising isn't enough for you?  It's been relatively quiet, ever since all of 'em took off for the groundweyr."

A'razi smiles enigmatically. "It depends on the green, Kym." Namely... his. "Besides, anything is better than listening to Tylenth compose bad poetry."

M'sia raises an eyebrow. "Bad p-p-poetry?"

A'razi grimaces. "Very bad poetry." He rolls his eyes. "She thinks she's a Harper, if you can believe that." As long as she doesn't try singing....

"Mm.  Maybe."  Kym wraps fingers around her half-drained klah mug and sips, grimacing at the luke-warm liquid.  "Yuck."  She offers a sympathetic chuckle.  "It's got to be better than being tossed in the lake and half-drowned, though."

A'razi shrugs. "Aye, it's easier on the clothes..." but Tylenth dunks him daily anyhow... "The problem is that sleeping thing..."

Nelash  sits, hunched up in her chair, listening intently. Since she is so shy as to almost never talk, she is a great observer and listener.

Kym doesn't debate that, idly swishing around the excess klah in her mug which is liable to never be touched again.  "Yuck, yuck, yuck," she repeats.

M'sia shivers and scoots the chair closer to the fire.

A'razi tosses back half a mugful, then eyes the girl sitting so silently. "D'you have a name?" We're curious you see. And bored, which is beside the point.

Nelash  says, very quietly. "My name is Nelash.

"Nelash. I see. Or rather, I hear." The green rider smiles, stretches, then recoils around his mug. "A'razi."

Nelash  smiles, and says, a bit louder. "A'razi. I like that name."

Kym pushes her own mug across the tabletop with a fingertip after setting it down, poking it further and further away.  Away.  Away.  "I'm Kym."

Nelash  smiles again, and says, politely, "Nice to meet you, Kym."

M'sia looks up, teeth chattering. "M'..M'sia.."

A'razi smiles at Nelash faintly. "Do you? That's nice to hear. Klah?" He holds up the pot he allocated upon entering the room.

Inelda leans back...seeming half asleep.

Nelash  looks over at M'sia. "G'd evening, M'sia."

Kym eyes A'razi's pot.  "I'd love some," she voices, hopeful, abandoning her half-filled mug for something warmer.

A'razi pours swiftly. Klah here, klah there. "M'sia? Klah?"

M'sia looks up. "I haven't been able to drink klah in a while." She says, tyring not to chatter. "Makes me sick.. just warm juice?"

Kym smiles her appreciation as hands reach out to recieve her mugful.  "Thanks."  She slants a critical gaze towards M'sia before remarking, "You should go warm up in the baths, or something.  Hot water.  You look...cold."  There's an understatement.

A'razi nods at M'sia, and signals a drudge. For once, it actually works. Warm juice is delivered. Then he glances at one of his flits in an irritated manner.

T'on rambles from the central hall.

M'sia takes the juice gratefully, drinking it quickly, then looks to Kym. "Maybe you're right.."

Oh.  Look.  T'on.  Kym's least favorite person in the Weyr.  The greenrider sends an irritable scowl his way before concentrating on her klah and studiously ignoring him.

A'razi glances up, nods at T'on, then returns to contemplating quiet young ladies who don't seem bothered by all the strangeness around here. Never mind that he's the cause of most of it.

T'on offers A'razi a cheerful wave as he enters, looking about for some klah.  A'razi is really the cause of all the strangeness, no matter how indirectly.  (After all, who was it that showed T'on how to act?)   Then he smirks, spying Kym.  "Heya, Kym."  He's not proddy, so no harrassment.

M'sia swallows, and stands, pulling her blanket tight. "I guess I'm going to go warm up.."

Nelash  looks at M'sia. "Yes, you look like you need it."

A'razi settles in for a good stare at Nelash. Unwinking green and blue orbs peer directly at the girl, and for no apparent reason.

Right.  T'on must not consider encouraging proddy greenriders to strip for Kym harrassment.  She'll believe that the day her dragon turns brown and flies away into the sun.  Kym's only response is a short grunt of awknowledgement; she covets her mug, holding it close.

Inelda has fallen asleep right where she is.

Nelash  glances over at A'razi, a slight smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

M'sia sighs and starts to stumbles offward.
M'sia leaves for the north corridor.

A'razi reaches up to scratch the tip of his nose, otherwise, the dichromatic stare continues relentlessly.

T'on stops as he's pouring, to take a longer look at A'razi.  Very odd.  But he shrugs and then carries the pot to where Kym sits, coveting her mug.  "Top that off for you?"  He asks, smiling.

Kym eyes T'on suspiciously.  "You didn't spike it or anything?" she questions.

Nelash , looking over at A'razi, says finally, quietly, "What'cha lookin' at me for?"

A'razi widens his eyes innocently. "Was I looking at you? So sorry." He shifts his gaze to T'on, laughter twitching the corners of his mouth. It worked! He got a reaction out of the non-plussed girl.

T'on smiles down at Kym.  "Me?  No.  Seriously.  Do you want some."  It is, in fact, the same one he poured into his own mug.  Turning his head, he grins back at A'razi.  "You have too much time on your hands."

A'razi snorts. "I'm just trying to avoid bad poetry." Can you blame him? And his klah /is/ spiked.

Kym doesn't believe it.  If Kym drinks that stuff, she'll probably end up drinking some fertitlity drug and bear seven kids in one sitting.  Neverless, the level in her mug gets too low for comfort, and she shrugs minutely.  "Sure."

A'razi stands up long enough to claim a fresh pot, since he drank all the old one, and on the way back, has the bartender spice it up a bit. He winks at T'on, then asks blandly, "Any new kids lately?"

T'on smiles and pours the klah into Kym's cup.  Setting the pot down, he sips at his own, before lifting his eyes to A'razi, a rather...ingenious look on his young face.  "Let's see......Terian, Tesab, Kyrna, Ryna, Tazar, Jaron, and Teranna.   Any ones you haven't heard of in that list?"

Or.  Wait.  Kym's drinking the stuff A'razi poured her.  Maybe she'll end up as strange as him.  Oblivious to this possible side-effect, she quirks a brief smile for T'on and proceeds to sip at the beverage.

A'razi blinks thoughfully, then counts on his fingers. Was that seven? So he shrugs. "Guess not, then. Just wondering." Wondering what T'on's stud fee is, among other things.

$29.95.  $50 even if you want to use his weyr.  "Heh.  Kyrith hasn't been caught by any unwise brownriders.  And besides.  Sabria's threatened me with shears if I don't drink a healer potion often."  And shears would hurt.  Lots.

G'van heads in from the north corridor.
Sh'lain heads in from the north corridor.

G'van carries Sh'lain into the hall, bare of chest and wearing rather wet and (squeaky?) leathers on the bottom.  Poor Shallie only has a worse for wear but overly large and draping lavender tunic as her covering.  G'van also wears a very silly grin as he eases the greenrider into a chair "Now...what would you like to eat?" he asks of her politely, before greeting everyone else close by with a nod.

Kym rolls her eyes.  "What'd you do with all those kids, anyways?  Imagine if every greenrider has that many children.  They'd overrun the Weyr."  Kym goes off on her tangent, slurping at klah between thoughts.  "G'van.  Sh'lain.  Hi."

A'razi snorts. "I'll bet." He's surprised the threat didn't involve ladles, though. Then he spies the pair. "My, my... a wee short on clothing?" he comments softly.

Sh'lain mmms for a minute, tapping her finger on her chin. "Stew. And bread. Maybe some cheese and something sweet. And milk if there is any, please," she grins sweetly, waving at the other occupants of the room.

Nelash has disconnected.

A'razi rapidly tries to place them.... and comes up blank. Must be getting senile or something. So he sips some klah. Maybe is he gets drunk enough he won't care about memory lapses... or Tylenth's poetry.

G'van chuckles, leaning down to kiss Sh'lain's cheek and murmur "Your appetite matches mine now, love" he saunters away to do Shallie's bidding, bringing the laden tray back and settling it in front of her, grinning across at A'razi "She was hungry, and her dress met with an unfortunate accident" he notes.  "I wouldn't let her go out in the rain, and our dragons are occupied.."  He shrugs "She's more decently covered now then when she was in here earlier.  G'van, by the way.  And this is Sh'lain.  Heya, Kym" he greets.

Inelda is...fast asleep. In the hall. Oh dear.

T'on grins slightly at the other two greenriders.  "I think they're all kept in a separate nursery."  With insane people.  "Heya, G'van, Sh'lain.  How're you both feeling?"

A'razi raises an eyebrow at that. "A'razi", still wondering why he's introducing himself to fellow riders whom he should have known for turns.

Kym's faintly off-key smile is amused, and she nods sagely.  "Oh yes.  I see."  The greenrider thinks hard.  "M'sia was wet," she offers up, recalling the long-gone bluerider.  She raises her mug to her lips, only to frown as nothing seems to come out besides a few drops.  She rises from her chair and creeps towards A'razi.  "Fill me up?" she asks hopefully.

A'razi grins at Kym and complies with the request. "Aye, M'sia was soaked."

Sh'lain nods at A'razi, but doesn't say anything as she's eating. After a minute, she looks up at T'on, putting on her best innocent lamb look. "We're fine. Why wouldn't we be?" All the comments about M'sia being wet she blithely ignores in favor of her meal.

A'razi idly pulls out a small knife and starts to inspect the edge of it. "What happened to your clothes?" If you're so fine, that is... he finishes his inspection and peers at Sh'lain with the perfect bland expression he master Turns ago.

Kym beams brightly towards the older greenrider, flopping into a nearby chair and leaving her old one for someone else.  Closer to 'Razi's klahpot, see.  "Thanks."

G'van grins at A'razi, ignoring the question as well as he nods to T'on "Feeling pretty good, actually" he notes, snagging a bit of Sh'lain's meal and pushing the milk closer to her...its good for her and the babe.  "And M'sia should know better than to stand out in a storm like the one raging out there." he says with pure innocence.

A'razi blinks. "There's a storm? I hadn't noticed." He shrugs, as if to say, go figure, then peers intently at the surface of the table in front of him.

T'on yawns, finishing off the last of his klah.  Grinning in G'van and Sh'lain's general direction he moves for the door.  "Well...I'm going to go on up to the nursery for awhile.  See you all later."
T'on exits the room for the smaller entry hall.

Kym arrows a sharp glance towards the pair, informing, "It's rude not to answer others' questions."  A'razi's knife is the subject of the greenrider's interest as G'van and Sh'lain prove too vague; T'on is rewarded with a brief wave -- too late, it seems.

Kym hugs T'on! T'on beams as your arms go around him, and his arms go around you. Kyrith adds her own hug, sliding evergreen tail around the both of you, squeezing so hard you think you hear your bones crack.

A'razi waves at T'on absently, then carefully sets the tip of his knife to the soft grains of the wooden table. And starts to carve.

G'van peers at A'razi's action, frowning, then looks over at Kym "Yes, isn't it though?"  he slings an arm about Sh'lain's shoulder.

Kym watches, fascinated.  "What're you carving?" she inquires softly, as not to interrupt his concentration.  Her mug is rescued from the table, just in case, and she slowly sips at the brew whilst she observes A'razi's actions.  G'van is ignored.

Sh'lain shoots the pair of greenriders a strange glance. "Oh, well, I wouldn't want to be rude. G'van's clothes are all here. He's got the pants and I've got the tunic. My clothes are in pieces in the ground weyr," she says conversationally. "What are you doing A'razi?" she asks between bites.

A'razi starts to hum tunelessly as he carves a scene from memory: G'van in soaked pants carrying Sh'lain in only a shirt.... "Oh, just decorating this rather plain table." All innocence, he.
A'razi pauses for a sip of klah and winks blandly... too blandly... at Kym.

G'van chuckles, having waited for Sh'lain to tell the tale....after all, it was her story for the most part "Hence the reason our dragons are occupied, Kym" he points out...she should know how that goes "But a certain unseen person decided his mother had not fed him yet, so here we are."

"Oh."  Kym dismisses their story for the so much more intriguing carving taking place, choosing the punctuate her extremely intelligent word-choice with another slurp from her klah mug.

Sh'lain pokes G'van in the shoulder. "It's a girl, you know," she grins, glancing bemusedly at Kym and her slurping. Something is not on the up and and up here.

A'razi adds finishing details to the carved people, then leans back with a slight sardonic smile. "I see." He also slurps klah, but he then decides what to add to his new table-top.

Kym's artistic commentary is restricted to a few short words as she surveys A'razi's artpiece.  "It's great."  She considers further. "Needs something right there, though."  She stabs her forefinger towards one of the sides.  "Something big."

G'van smiles at Sh'lain "Whichever it is, Shallie.....he or she was hungry" he teases, and nods at A'razi "nice...but I'm not sure about the medium..."

A'razi nods at Kym, then starts to carve in a dragon or two or three. A whole flight of them is planned from the look of the ongoing table excavation. Then he jerks his head up to glare, "I've been decorating tables here for thirteen Turns!" And the reason there are any plain tables is due to the infamous axe.

G'van grins "Hey....whatever makes you happy."  Personally, he has other ways of expressing himself.

Kym nods in satisfaction.  "Oh, that'll look much nicer," she approves.  Lips curve into a subtle smirk, then, and she adds, "Go look over on that side if 'ya wanna see some more decorations."  A hand is waved in the appropriate direction; those tables happen to be the ones covered with axe-slashes that the Headwoman wisely decided to put in the most unused corner of the Hall.

A'razi narrows his eyes and purrs, "And just what are we implying?"

Sh'lain just shrugs and continues with her meal. It's probably the first entire meal anyone has ever seen her eat. "I think there's more than klah in that pot, G'van," she grins, as if that wasn't relatively obvious.

G'van grins at Sh'lain and gets up to get said pot, pouring out fresh klah for her and settling back down, peering at A'razi with amusement "Exactly what I said...whatever makes you happy.  Kym and T'on like to stay happy by driving the rest of us insane every once in a while...I find yours more soothing."

A'razi eyes Kym "One table at a time." And once it's complete, if one person criticizes it, kindling it shall be. "How long /have/ you been here, G'van?" After all... where do you think T'on learned his insanity?

Possessively, Kym intones, "This is our klah pot."  Well.  Technicially, it's not Kym's, but she likes to think it is.  The diminishing level of her klah is frowned upon -- G'van is frowned at, too.  "I am not happy when Kyrith's rider steals my good dresses," she tells the bronzerider snappishly.

Inelda snores.

A'razi refills his and Kyms klah from the same pot he'd kept possession of. Surely even bronzeriders aren't stupid enough to give a pregnant woman alcohol...

Never know.  Kym's stupid enough not to realize that there's more than klah in her mug, after all.

A'razi contemplates tickling that blissfully snoring woman... and making /her/ listen to Tylenth’s poetry.

G'van got his klah pot from the hearth, thank you muchly.  And smiles at Kym kindly "You need a lock for your clothespress, don't you.  You should talk to a smith?" he suggests, and grins to A'razi "Not for long, actually.  Only about 2 or so turns..."  A relative babe.

Inelda continues to snore. Loudly. So /that's/ why people in the dorms have been a bit bleary-eyed.

A'razi can't stand this. He gets up, slips over to Inelda and carefully starts to tickle.

Inelda yelps like a scalded feline, and jumps almost her own height. Not that that's difficult.

Kym observes the tickling greenrider with wide-eyed curiousity, awaiting the result - which doesn't take too long to get.  "Ooh.  That was fun!"  She applauds.  "We should go sneak around the dorms and tickle people."

A'razi jumps too, not expecting such startling results. Then he starts to laugh, and tries to slip back to his seat before Inelda figures out what happened.

Inelda lands in her chair ruffled. "What? Where am I? Is it still raining?"

A'razi has disconnected.
G'van goes home.
Sh'lain goes home.

Kym smirks, as A'razi evidently manages to slip away before Inelda realizes just who woke her.  "You're in the Great Hall," she intones blandly.  "You snore.  Want some klah?"

Inelda is indignant. "I do /not/ snore!"

Kym isn't that muddled yet.  "Of course you do.  Real loudly, too."  The klah pot is waggled inticingly; Kym pauses it in its waggles to top off her own mug before resuming.

Inelda says, "But sure, I'll have some klah."

Kym beams approvingly as Inelda picks the right answer.  She waves a finger for a drudge, who actually appears and presents the greenrider with a spare mug.  "It's good," she assures, carefully pouring the steaming beverage out.  "Very good."  She pauses. "Do you have a knife?"

Inelda hmms. "Only my table knife."

Kym brightens.  "Could I use it?"  A'razi's tabletop designs are eyed for a moment before she hands over the mug, admitting, "I wanna try that."Inelda produces a knife. "Don't blunt it...too much."

Kym considers the knife eagerly.  "I'll try not to," she promises.  Her mug is set down, and she starts in upon an uncarved patch of wood.  Knifepoint digs into the table, and she begins to make a crude imitation of A'razi's works.Kym eventually glances up from her rough carvings.  "What do you think?"

Inelda says, "Not bad, you need practice, but..."

"It'll come," Kym says confidently, taking a swig of her klah before she bends back over the table and renews her efforts.