Kym, C'zar, And Tam

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Outside the Living Caverns
Up here in the mountainous regions of the northern continent, the air is forever cool except for those few days in the summer. This area is almost constantly busy with people walking in and out of the living caverns just off to the west as well as to and from the bowls. The ground has become grassy on the slightly sloped sides over the turns now that Thread had stopped falling, and on the sunny days, the weyrfolk come out to do the minor chores out here. Just outside the caverns, dragons can be seen lounging on the grassy knolls while waiting for their riders to come out of the caverns or to socialize with the others, occassionally playing with the lower cavern children.
Full night now, the sky is draped in utter blackness.
The hypnotizing smacking sounds as water hits the ground is the only noise audible on this warm day. A spring shower falls steadily from the overcast sky.
C'zar and Tam are here.

Tam waves at Kymra. "Hey you! Long time no see!"

C'zar runs after the bronze, "Asarith, how many times do I gotta tell ya", just this morning he decided he /had/ to come see Ryath halfway through an oiling. Sure enough, there's Ryath. He shakes his head then grins, "Kymra!! Hey!".

Kymra stalks out, mumbling something under her breath about the numerous paint requests. Glancing up, her expression changes into something civil. Joyful, in fact. “Tam! C'zar! How're ya?"

Asarith playfully waddle-bounces towards Kymra, blowing a gust of warm air at her in greeting.

Timoth nudges Tam's back, pushing her almost off balance. "Hey Timoth! Careful! You're not so small anymore!" She grins at Kymra. "Great, did you have a chance to meet Timoth?"

Kymra beams at the bronze, absently brushing her shortened hair out of her face. Turning to Tam and the brown, she shakes her head slightly, curls of blonde bouncing. "No, I haven't really. He's...he's really something. I'm so happy for you." Casting a grin C'zar's way, she adds, "You too."

Timoth now peers around his lifemate's slight body, eyes whirling in interest at this newest person. Question is sent Tam's way and she replies, "This is Kymra, Timoth. A good friend of mine." Timoth shuffles towards the girl, head bent down for a closer look.

C'zar runs a hand along Asarith's freshly oiled side, "Easy now..", he chuckles. "Kymra, this is Asarith..him and Timoth are going to be partners in crime I think", he winks at Tam. "They both are /incredibly/ curious about everything."

Tam grins at her brown. "Now be nice! Don't go bowling her over like you do me!" She laughs in Caz's direction. "Don't give them any ideas!" Sly glance is thrown Kymra's way. "These two tend to be fearless with anything new."

Kymra grins, peering up at first one dragon, then the next. "Niceta meetcha Timoth, Asarith," she greets casually. Pausing a moment, she exclaims, "It's so great to see both of you! I haven't had much time to talk to you or anything."

Asarith pushes his muzzle gently as Kymra, inspecting her closely as does his clutchbrother. Oh a belt! Asarith starts to nibble at the end of it, trying to get a good hold, trying to tug.

Kymra pulls her eyebrows together in mock horror. Her belt! Her belt! Shardit, not the belt! Laughing, she sidles away as best she can. Not that a chewed-up belt would be that noticable -- her boots are prolly worse than a belt could ever be.

C'zar laughs hearing Tam's response then nods to Kymra, "Just been a few days since we're allowed out more. Nice t'see you as well. Wait out fer Asarith there", blink..."Asarith!", shards, whatever is his dragonet doing now. A smug rumble of satisfaction comes from the bronze.

Tam laughs at Asarith and nods her head. "It has been long. These guys /do/ need a lot of tending. I hear you are our head steward now here at Bahrain. How goes it so far?"

C'zar scowls at Asarith, "That aint nice now", while trying not to chuckle. Difficult not to chuckle at these big babies at times. "Real sorry about that Kymra".

"Assistant Steward," Kymra corrects, grinning. "I'm not responsible enough for being a head person." And believe her, she's not. She'd rather yell about how the tithes aren't large enough than put together an inventory list.

Timoth tilts head curiously as he peers down at the slight girl. He wuffles her hair, making a blonde sort of halo form around her head.

C'zar shakes his head at Asarith as the bronze settles back on his haunches, mentioning a spot where he itches. "Yer incorrigible ya know?". Then dark eyes lift to Kymra, "Congrats on the job..they'll be working ya hard eh?". He walks around to scritch Asarith's neckridges.

Kymra pokes at C'zar. "S'okay," she assures. "No harm done." Shardit, she's about to laugh herself. Another grin is cast towards Timoth. Always wanted a new hair style, afterall.

C'zar chuckles quietly, "They gotta learn though, is hard not t'laugh..lots of times. Soemtiems I don't even try not t'laugh."

Tam nods her head, reaching out to gently steer Timoth's breath away from Kymra's hair. "Sorry! Like I said, they need tending..." she sends a warm smile Timoth's way to soften the mental reprimand. "So it's Assistant Steward. I see. Congratulations anyway."

C'zar smirks, then starts to laugh looking again at Kymra, "Asarith figures you smell good." Eyes roll at the bronze.

Kymra shrugs. "Oh, I don't count it as work *that* much....it's so much fun to make the Weyrbrats do chores." Something resembling a smirk or a giggle lights on her lips. "We had to do enough of them as Candidates....only fair to get them back!" Oh, she's sooo evil. Glancing at C'zar, she raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Kymra belatedly grins. "Thanks, Tam."

C'zar eyes Tam knowing she's having a time of it with Timoth too. "These two..I just dunno about them". Head shakes again at Asarith while he continues scritching, the bronze baby rumbles with amusement, "Uh huh..don't ask me why, he just does."

Tam laughs! "And Timoth really likes your hair. Seems you have two admirers, Kym." Fingers reach out to scratch eyeridges and a mellow croon can be heard rumbling in Timoth's throat.

Kymra spends too much time around the tubers. Ayup. Must be it. That would account for the smell. Regarding Timoth and Tam, she remarks, "Thankya, again." Gosh. Her hair and smell, of all things.

C'zar laughs to himself, shifting to another spot to scritch. "Shards, the rate they grow..hard t'keep up with. Karise said they'll be seventy percent of their grown size when they are a turn..scary sorta". Soft muzzle pushes against his side, adoring eyes fixed on him, "Course I'll still oil an scritch ya then", Caz tells the fast growing dragonet.

Timoth snuffles another breath, that hair really smells good.....except.....his nose tickles.....

Kymra's eyes widen. "And I thought they were big already." Shards. Casting a wary look towards Timoth's muzzle, she begins to scoot away slightly. Dragon goo. Numm.

Timoth lets go an enormous sneeze in Tam and Kymra's direction, the sand in the bowl goes whirling into the air from the force of the blast. Fortunately, dragon goo is minimal and none get on the girls.

C'zar plops down on the ground near Asarith, watching Timoth and Kym, "Elisa told me she reckons Asarith's gonna be bout t'same size as Zivath, judging by the size he is now", bit of uncertainty registers on the 'lings face. "Good thing I'm with im when he's growing."

Asarith closes his eyelids quickly to protect from the sand, a broad bronze wing unfurls /almost/ quick enough to protect Caz but not /quite/ quick enough. Caz grins, "Thanks dearheart, ya tried."

Kymra wrinkles her nose this way and that, eventually bursting into laughter. Nevermind that her hair flies in every which way. Peering over at C'zar, her mouth makes a respectful 'O'. "That's big," she comments. What great deduction powers.

Tam tries to straighten her hair in the aftermath of Timoth's sneeze, and after a moment, gives up. Sheepish grin is given to both Kymra and Caz. "Sorry 'bout that." She pokes at Timoth's hide and instructs, "Quit breathing in her hair, silly! Go be curious elsewhere while Caz and I visit."

Timoth wuffles Kymra apologetically and waddle off in Asarith's direction. He peers at the bronze, eyes looking in query.

Asarith tries something he learned earlier today, tip of his tail moves to Timoth's soft underbelly, giving a little tickle.

Kymra grins, dislodging a leg from a newly created pile of sand, Timoth's make. Watching the two dragons curiously, she absently runs another hand through her hair, wondering, "So, you guys having fun, or something?" Well, duuuh.

Tam smiles and Timoth and shakes her head. "Silly thing." She turns back to Kymra and replies, "In a manner of speaking.....It's been feed, oil, sleep, and then wake up to start all over again." Her grin is satisfied, if a bit tired.

C'zar scrambles out from between Asarith and Timoth, he's not getting in the middle of a tickle fest, Asarith already tried it on him. "Fer t'most part..yes..lotsa responsibility too, iffen we don't take care of em, they'll get sick."

Timoth quivers and leaps away, not letting Asarith get that tail anywhere near him! He crouches down, ready to pounce on him if necessary.....

C'zar smirks then laughs under his breath, "Ryath pushed Asarith on his side this morning and tickled his soft belly till all he could do was squeal", thankfully the two get along /very/ well. Major relief. "Kymra, have ya seen Diony or Hrethwulf?", he asks with a touch of concern.

"Cool," Kymra replies, still watching the dragons' games. Glance flickers C'zar's way, and she shakes her head slightly, frown etched across her features. "No...I assume they went back to wherever they were from."

Asarith just waits, tail lashing about like a snake...a rumbling sound coming from deep in his chest as he grins draconically at Timoth, he can wait...catch him off guard.

C'zar sighs quietly, "Sorry 'bout those of ya that didn't impress. I heard it said b'fore..yer dragon just mustn't be shelled yet." He remembers Row mentioning that about Muire, when they two were candidates together before.

Tam offers, "I know that Hreth went back to Harper.....Sot's been there and back a few times, and he send me very distinct pictures of our fellow 'warrior' to me." She sighs with a chuckle.

C'zar says, "Nehyn still sick do ya know?"

Kymra smiles slightly, attempting to be reassuring. "That must be so," she remarks. "Must be. Mebbe there'll be one for me some other time." Pondering the next question, she shakes her head slightly. "Don't think so. Not sure, however."

C'zar offers a sympathetic smile to Kymra, "Sure hoping will be one for you other time", he says quietly then nods. "Hmm..I aint seen him about".

Timoth peers with a rather crafty look. Maybe if he feints......he moves quickly to the left, then suddenly the right, roaring in delight as he pounces!

Kymra lapses into silence for a moment, before slowly saying, "I'd never have the chance to discover how much paint is really used around here, however, if I wasn't Steward." Or why the bowl walls suddenly appear to be purple, blue, and mauve early one morning.

Tam nods her head as if understanding... and then shakes it not understanding. "Come again? There's been more paint incidents around the weyr?" She's thinking about the last time she saw a plethora of colors as a vengeful weyrwoman plotted to douse all the candidates' hair with rather sickly colors.....

Kymra wrinkles her nose. "Sadly, yes. Not very bad, though...the bratlings can't seem to get their grimy hands on much paint." Beam. Seems she's learned how to hide paint satisfactorily.

Asarith appears startled, trying to figure out how Timoth tricked him. The bugles his dismay loudly, scrambling away nearly bowling Caz over in the process. "Hey!", the 'ling starts to laugh, "You two are something else", Asarith drapes his neck over his lifemates shoulder, snorting at Timoth, can't catch me now!

Tam chuckles. "Oh dear.....I remember that 'wonderful' bunch." She also remembers not feeling so wonderfully toward them.... "Good to know you're on top of the situation, though.

Timoth is daunted at first by Asarith's use of Caz in hiding.....hmmm, have to think sneakier....remembering Asarith's ploy, Timoth tries to snake his tail around Caz, all the while watching the bronze with his eyes, hoping to distract him.

Kymra giggles. "Naaww. I'm not the greatest at hiding the paint. Just managed to get a firelizard the transport the stuff up to the Star Stones." 'Nother beam enters here.

C'zar attempts to pay attention to the ladies talking but...he looks surprised feeling a tail and assumes it's Asarith, "Asarith!", the bronze quickly informs him it's Timoth..he blinks, "Ummm.....Timoth..Tam?". It's hard to be so trusting of another when you don't have a bond with them.

Tam laughs! "The Star Stones? Youre kid-" she breaks off suddenly with a startled, "Timoth!" The brown quickly snatches tail back, head held slightly low as explanations are given. Tam inhales a long, slow breath. "Sorry, Caz. He was trying to get at Asarith. I guess he missed....."

Kymra shakes her head, proud of her accomplishment. Just don't mention having to get it back down from there. "Nope."

C'zar gulps..faint smile, "Sok..just they are growing fast and..maybe don't know how strong they are", he steps away from Asarith towards Tam and Kymra..

Tam grins and shakes her head at Timoth. "Yeah...they are growing big, aren't they...?" She turns back to Kymra with an apologetic grin. "Hard to have a conversation with these two around, Kym."

Kymra grins slightly. "Don't apoligize," she assures. "I don't mind. At all." Really. She's plotting how she can convince the bratlings that pulling weeds in the bowl is fun.

Asarith crooons as Caz walks away...he tries a pitiful croon to see if it will bring Caz running..it doesn't..his lifemate knows what he's up to. Hmmmph. Whirling eyes gaze across at Timoth, bugling a quiet challenge, Asarith notices a stone and sends it whining off into the distance with a swipe of his forepaw..well after /several/ attempts he finally hits it.

C'zar shakes his head with a chuckle and turns back to Tam and Kymra, "Wanna go in for some klah?", though whether it's safe to leave these two dragonets alone while awake is debatable.

Nereus blinks in from **between**

Tam runs her fingers through her hair, a bit startled that it's still short and not quite used to it yet. She stiffles a slight yawn. "Not sure if I can manage it Caz." She grins over at Kymra. "I think my energy level just ran at empty. I think I'm going to turn in for tonite."

Kymra glances up at the firelizard, noting his entrance with a sigh. Joy. A grateful smile is cast towards the Living Cavern, and, obviously, the klah. "Ooo. Klah." That's her answer, apparently. A grin is cast Tam's way. "S'okay. Nice to see you, again."

Timoth begins to chase after the rock, but hears his lifemate's query. He waddles up to her and then follows her back to the weryling barracks.C'zar grins, Asarith disappointed his playmate is leaving, "Night Tam, rest well."

Tam waves at both and then slinks back towards the barracks.
Tam makes her way over to the central bowl.
Timoth makes his way over to the central bowl.

Kymra begins to stride towards the caverns. Klah would be welcome, at this point of the day. "C'mon!"

Main Living Cavern (#2000)

The domed cavern of Bahrain Weyr's living cavern is ever filled with a warm and friendly ambiance. Several ventilation shafts open up at the ceiling to allow the passage of fresh air inside, formed from the natural crevices of the ancient volcano, while the walls are brightly decorated with accented designs from colored cements used to fill in cracks in the stone. The living cavern is filled with stout, highly carved 'tables' where 'riders' and 'weyrfolk' work, talk, and relax. The hearths are always lit and pots of stew and klah are always available, though the klah supply drops dramatically in the mornings. Trays of food are brought in by the drudges every so often, topped with meatrolls (covered so that the firelizards don't get them), bubblies, and other treats. The bar lies near the hearth, where riders take great advantage of the wines, keeping Bob the bartender quite busy.

<Nereus> C'zar scritches Asarith's chin, "Ya gotta stay out here ok?" The bronze croons wistfully then waddles over to Ryath's sleeping side and flops.
<Nereus> C'zar saunters in to the living caverns.

C'zar pours himself a mug of klah and takes a seat where he can glance out at Asaarith once in awhile.

Kymra scoots towards the hearth, pouring herself a mug of the liquid and fairly ladling sweetener into the brew. With a satisfied smile, she takes a seat, slurping at the klah.

C'zar takes a sip of his klah before asking, "So yer doing alright here then are ya?".

Kymra nods, answering, "Yuh. Gets sorta boringish, sometimes, when there's not very many people to talk to." But she don't let nothing stop her from blabbing and grumbling.

C'zar mms, setting his mug on his thigh, "Things been quiet eh? Likely anything would seem quiet after all of us living in that room back there", he points with a grin. "Shards, now /that/ was noisey. Pretty noisey in t'barracks now though too."

Kymra snorts. "I'd bet, with you lot as a group of Weyrlings." She grins, however, returning to sipping at her klah. Slurping, to be accurate.

C'zar smirks then laughs quietly. "Not t'mention our lifemates who can tend to be restless at times. Have you seen any of the others yet?".

Kymra shakes her head. "Asarith and Timoth were the first. I guess the others are too busy with....stuff to come down, yet." Or something.

C'zar says, "I'm sure the others will be by. "
C'zar says, "Timoth and Asarith are the most curious of the bunch...they do like to explore. I hope yer belt didn't get damaged."

Kymra grins again. "Don't worry 'bout that old thing. It's in better shape then my boots." She rolls her eyes at the memory, adding, " 'Member when Myrrdin managed to eat a hole through my boots? I never had a chance to replace them."

C'zar drinks down the last of his klah, reaching to put the mug on the table nearby, "Oh shards, Myrrdin yeah..terror that creature is. Ever heard him try t'sing? Quickest way t'empty a room I tell ya".

Kymra giggles, shaking her head. "Nope. I was spared." Lucky her.

C'zar laughs with a shake of his head. "Was sorta good timin' I gotta admit. A girl I really didn't want t'see was here and making a horrid fuss..she ran away hearing Myrrdin, so I can't be too mad at im".

Kymra grins, downing the remains for the sweetener-drink. Which prolly wasn't the greatest idea, since she's liable to be bouncing around the Weyr in full night.

C'zar has a gentle smile on his face while he listens to Asarith. Slowly he glances towards you as he stands getting his own mug, "More klah Kymra?".

Kymra brightens considerably. "Ooo. Really? Numm. Sure." She's capable of more-than-one-syllable words; she's just choosing to deny it.

C'zar chuckles, "Too much sweetner tonight?", he teases and pours the mugs with klah, sweetner is ladled into yours and passed back.

Kymra wrinkles her nose. "No!" she protests. "Too much....umm....too much...too much something." Ayup. Too much something.

C'zar laughs with a shake of his head and takes his own mug returning to his seat after peeking out at Asarith.
The Dragonriders of Pern® is a trademark, Registered U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, of Anne McCaffrey.This is a recorded session, generated by VirtuaPern MOO for the benefit of members unable to attend.