C'zar saunters down from the main cavern.
Teron walks down from the main cavern.

C'zar grins widely at Kymra, "Hiya...how ya doing?", then he holds up a finger, "I'll be back in a minute."

Kymra lounges.  She's off-duty.  Don't mind her.

C'zar heads down one of the sides passages leading to the residential area.
Teron heads down one of the sides passages leading to the residential area.
Gryphynn bounces happily as he walks down from the main cavern.

Kymra loiters.  She's off-duty.  It's allowed.  Really.

Gryphynn waves as he heads for the resident area carrying a mug of klah, "Hello" he says as he passes.

Gryphynn heads down one of the sides passages leading to the residential area.
C'zar saunters in from the inner cavern.

Kymra sort of lounges.  Or something.  Spying the returning bronzer, she lifts a hand in something akin to a wave, waggling negligent fingers.  "Heya," she greets.  Typical.

C'zar chuckles to himself, "Well yer working hard ain't ya", then he winks..."Hope ya got all those candidates working hard." Head tilts as he frowns, "Asar needs a scritch, kin we talk out there?".

Kymra screws up the nose, remarking plaintively, "I'm -off- duty.  Tha' means I'm not working.  Candidates?  Bah."  Pulling a face, she proclaims, "They jes' manage to muss up them storage caverns worse then they are."  Grump.  Gripe.  Be-boned shoulders shrug, and the Assistant Steward replies, "Fine with mah."

C'zar laughs, off-duty? What's that.
C'zar heads up the curved corridor into the main living cavern.
You head up the curved corridor into the main living cavern.

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.
Near to twilight, the eastern horizon darkens with the coming of full night. Chill wind carries all kinds of potential illnesses upon its gusty breath, tearing nastily through the heart of winter. The sun shines pale and frigid, uncaring.
You see Idrielth, Iolith's Cowardly Saffron Lion Egg, Trisath, Vanuth, Kefirath, Etheranth, Ryath, Audath, and Asarith here.
C'zar is here.

C'zar hurries over to Asarith, "Alright alright!", he scratches at the top of the bronze's paw, "Ya coulda got this one yerself ya know", he says but there's warm affection in his tone. "So...candidates just mess things up Kymra? Why doncha make them clean up the messes?", makes sense to him.

Asarith croooooons with pleasure as the itch is soothed, life is good. Orbs whirling a happy blue watch Kymra's arrival and he whuffles her by way of greeting.

So she's a hypocrite.  Shh.  Don't tell.  Lounging aimlessly, Kymra offers a beam towards the bronze; delaying her reply to ponder, she drawls, "I try.  Buh they like to prank too much.  You know.  We were like tha, too."  Grudgingly, she admits it. "They do know how to stab them pesky tunnelsnakes,
 tho."

C'zar glances back and laughs, "Yeah, spose we made some horrid messes too. BUT we cleaned em up as well". He plops himself atop Asarith's forepaw, "Weird all em tunnel snakes, Mishia found on in ta baths", he shudders.

Asarith arches his magnificent neck high above, warbling curiously as his head lowers towards Kymra.

Kymra, aghast, shivers slightly.  "Tha's gross," she pronounces.  Then, with a chuckle, she muses ruefully, " 'Cept fer the time we made tha' tuber-glue stuff...with Nehyn.  'Member?"  Asarith gets another beam -- he seems to like attention nearly as much as Kym does.

C'zar draws his knees up as he remembers, "Oh shards was /so/ funny. Did  ya know Nehyn is here again?", then he slaps his leg laughing, "A'razi's butt getting stuck to that chair, shards was /terrific/ that prank."

"Nehyn?"  Ninny?  "No!  Impossible."  Kymra ponders; slowly she asks, "Searched 'gain?"  Lucky butt.  But, just as slowly, another grin dawns -- "Tha' means I get ta tell 'em to go clean th' storerooms, then, right?"  He's experienced, too.  Giggling girlishly, she adds, "An' when we be-feathered 'im an' dumped 'im in the lake, too!"

'im being A'razi, no doubt.

Asarith seems to be finding something very humorous as well, Caz glances up chuckling, "Shards, were good times weren't they?", the rider goes tumbling as the bronze decides to take a step forward. "Asarith, ya sharding rascal! Yer just so.....bratty t'day!".

C'zar manages to right himself and reply, "Yep, Nehyn's here again", he dusts himself off, flicking bits of stuff out of his hair and playfully glowering at Asar.

Kymra chuckles again, eyeing the sprawled rider.  "He's just retaliating, Faranth help us," she teases lightly.  A rueful grimace follows, and she adds, "Hope he don't prank me; after all, I -was- rather nasty in tha' area in our Candidacy."  Once she got over the idea that people didn't care if she poured numbweed in the klah -- or, at least, didn't care until they tryed it.

C'zar winks at Kymra with a hearty laugh, "Well...iffen ya were nasty, he just /might/ prank ya". Revenge and all ya know! Asarith gives Caz a bump on the behind as he tries to look so innocent. Just a speck of dust on yer butt, see? Caz shakes his head, "Quit it ya beast!", meanwhile Asarith's tail is snaking over towards Kymra. "Shards, ya never are gonna stop being playful aye?", Caz wouldn't want him to be but..well, ;)

Asarith snorts with playful mirth. Always young at heart he'll be. More fun that way.

Kymra's too enthralled with reminincing those 'good ol' days' to notice, apparently.  "Buh I wasn't nasty ta -him!-" she protests. "We where just...nasty when pranking others."  Yah.  That's it.  Kym-logic.  Go figure.

C'zar oh's as he gets to his feet yet again, "So, spose others could get back at ya", he smothers a laugh seeing Kymra is gonna be the brunt of Asar's playfulness in a minute. Fortunately for one so massive, he's gentle. Quick as whip, bronze tail surrounds Kymra lightly...twisting as wrap after wrap continues till there's not much left of Kymra to see but her face.

Kymra lets out a yelp-like shriek, scowling towards C'zar.  "You dinna lemme know!" she grouches lightly, twisting her head to turn ever-fearsome mock-glare 'pon the bronze.  "Lemme go?" she pleads hopefully.

C'zar buckles forward holding his stomach hearing your yelp. "I just ...", another burst of laughter, "couldn't...Asar didn't want me t'tell!". The bronze rumbles smugly and lets the coils of his tail start to slip off. Meanwhile making sure Caz understands the /conditions/ under which he'll let the girl go. Caz continues to laugh, "Umm...Kymra, iffen ya'll agree t'be a candidate, he'll let ya go. Ya gotta promise t'go on em hot sands again!".No.  Not that.  Anything but.  Obviously stricken, Kymra squints up at Asarith.  "Yer joking," she pronounces, obviously skeptical.  Stealing another glance towards C'zar, she tacks on dubiously, "Right?"ain't joking, Asar's not joking..not at all."

Blink.  Blink.  How many times can a Kymra blink shockedly?  Enough.  "Oh."  Blink.  "Uhhh....I guess."  Remembering something, she grouches, "Means I gotta make 'nother robe?"  Faranth help us all.

C'zar chuckles quietly and steps forward, motioning for Asarith to take his tail out of the way. "Well, iffen ya'd like. Ya kin use t'robe I wore", he's got it tucked away in his clothespress. "It's t'one Razz an Row an Katrina wore. Seems t'be a lucky one", he winks.

Asarith warbles with satifaction and blows the dust off his talons. Two in a row...not bad eh? Caz laughs with a roll of his eyes, "Hush you." Comment directed to his lifemate.

"Realla?"  Kymra brightens, beaming towards C'zar.  "I'll need it," she notes rather ruefully, chuckling, "Mine jes' bout fell apart, after th' Hatching.  An' it's better than stitchin' up one tha's in storage -- they're all holed up, an' stuff."

C'zar grins happily and nods, "Fer sure ya kin use it. I'll find it for ya...just remind me alright?". How well he remembers how /dreadful/ his looked that he tried to make. He motions towards the main cavern, "C'mon then..let's go get ya settled. Ya prolly kin remember which cot is comfiest iffen it's not been taken", he winks at her, pleased his friend will be on the sands.

C'zar saunters in to the living caverns.
You leave the quiet of the bowl for the soft roar of the usually busy living cavern.

C'zar greets all cheerfully, "Another one...", guess Kymra can't be bossing around quite so much now ;) "C'mon Kym..".