Game Room
A meduim sized room lined with couches against the walls, tables and chairs
 are scattered through out the room to provide a place for folks to play cards
 or dragon dice. Tapestries line the walls giving the room a look of home.
 Cards and dice are scattered about the room where they were left by the last
 people to use them.
C'viel is here.

C'viel isn't here to play games.  He's just.. here.

Gabriella walks in.
Sh'lain comes in from the corridor.

Kym saunters in from the hallway, humming some unrecognizable tune beneath her
 breath; posture straightens asroving eyes fix upon C'viel's form.  Her humming ceases, and fingers unhook from riding belt loops to take up residence upon her hips.  "C'viel."  Her tone is sharp, and none too pleasant.  "I've been looking for you."

C'viel turns from doing whatever, innocently greeting his aunt with just a little smile.  "Kym!"  Aww.  "You have?  .. I've been around, y'know."  Bronzer-y-ling notes what should be obvious to the Wingleader;  "Especially since I still have ferrying-duty."

Kym awards the others with a brief nod before attention flicks back to her nephew.  "Perhaps."  She makes this concession with a flutter of fingers before she resumes, "But you haven't been around when I've been free.  You've always been /occupied./"

Sh'lain pops in, not too far behind Kym. She grins at C'viel, but looks a little dubious at Kym's tone of voice. "Oh, dear," she murmurs under her breath, trying not to smile.

"Aw, yeah,"  C'viel shrugs remorselessly.  "I tend to get busy."  He takes a moment to wave at Sh'lain and Gab.  Just a nephew and aunt, having a little conversation...

Gabriella skips in with an ever distracted expression gracing her features, only to practically skid to a stop as she spots that rather startling rider she saw the other day. That one with the one with the fashionable, yet terribly unsuitable clothes.  Lucky for her, she doesn't remember any names as she walks in, scratching her head idly as she looks from each person in turn curiously, before her usual cheery greeting escapes her lips. "Hello!"

Too bad said aunt looks about as venemous as a tunnelsnake.  "I've noticed," comes Kym's short remark, voice deceptively low-key.  "I've been hearing about just what your concept of 'busy' includes, too."  She settles her lithe form onto a couch, crossing legs at the ankles.  "But what I've heard hasn't come from you -- and I'd dreadfully like to know your opinions."

C'viel doesn't cut it as innocent and carefree, does he?  Too bad; he keeps trying.  "Been hearing?  Hearing what?"  Looking confused, C'viel picks a seat at random across from the greenrider, glancing up at the other two while he twitches his jacket.  "I've probably got plenty of opinions on gossip."

Sh'lain blinks at Kym, her eyes going suddenly wide as the implication hits her. She stiffles a giggle and heads over to a nearby table. She winks at C'viel, then grins at Gabriella, silently taking a seat.

Gabriella glances blankly at the two who are discussing, mind not really taking in what they are talking about. Well, she'll leave the two until the dust settles, if it ever will, and automatically finds a seat herself, near Sh'lain. She frowns just slightly as she tries to understand what is going on.

Kym is far from fooled by C'viel's supposed innocence, although a single eyebrow quirks in something akin to amusement.  "Like where you've been spending your time," she states flatly.  "Tell me -- is it true that you've been seen in the company of several men, whose names I'll refrain from mentioning?"

"Ah!"  C'viel understands!  He immediately sets about correcting his aunt's misconception, however;  "Several is the wrong word, actually.  Unless you're referring to my passengers.  No, outside of duty, I think I only hang out with a couple of the guys.."

Sh'lain turns to Gabriella, biting her lip against the laughter. Under her breath, she murmurs to the other girl, "I think C'viel's aunt is about to call him on his....ah...preference of company." She finishes that with a you-know-what-I-mean look, one eyebrow raised.

C'viel prefers company.  Yeah.

"Oh, /I/ see."  Kym nods her head, the picture of intelligence.  Her next query, however, is far more direct.  "And just how do you describe 'hanging'?"

Gabriella looks at Sh'lain with sheer surprise, oh, so that's the aunt to comissioned that lovely outfit for the poor rider.  The frown on her face lifts into a slight smile and she shoots the discussers a glance, then look back at Sh'lain. "Really?" this comes out as a loud a squeak, which is rapidly reduced to a shrill whisper. "Really?" is asked again, quietly and curiously.

C'viel shrugs that off, too.  He's determined the point, and now he's determined to keep it un-pointy.  "Actually, I get asked about clothes alot.  And once we had a little bit of a drink, though I'm not much for wine.  Just.. stuff. Y'know."  Carefully ambigous stuff.

Kym remarks, "That wasn't what I heard."  See, Gwyneth dearly loves gossip, and enjoys filling her rider in on the choice details.  Especially those concerning her relatives.  "I heard that you enjoyed your wine quite well, /Celeviel/, along with several other things."  Namely, jumping into other people's hammocks.

C'viel comes dangerously close to snickering.  "Now, /that/ I haven't heard in awhile."  'Celeviel' comments.  "Actually, the wine wasn't all that good at all, but I enjoyed it until the next morning."  Said straightfaced.

Sh'lain just shakes her head at C'viel. She's seen what happens when Kym is
 provoked, but something prods her comment anyway. "Gee, C'veil, does N'hn know abou this? I hope he's okay with it." Yes, she manages to look concerned, but serious. Not a /hint/ of grin.

Such seriousness!  C'viel waves a hand at Sh'lain, noting idly, "Nah, he doesn't.  Why would I tell him /that/?"

Snickering would probably not be a wise choice.  Kym slants her glance towards the other greenrider, and lips purse faintly.  "So there's more to the story than just wine," she comments softly.  "I'd like to hear the rest from you, not from the bits of gossip Gwyneth's picked up and cared to share with me."

C'viel shrugs again - he seems to do that a bunch.  He's quite convinced to be careless about this whole topic.  "There's not much to tell, Kym.  Besides, I get some privacy, too."  Cough.

Gabriella curves her lips into a more than bemused grin: an outright beam. She isn't that aware of the consequences of meddling with family feuds, especially other families. She sits back to watch the spectacle, although tongue is bitten as she intakes all the new names and gossip. Ooo, fun.  She remains silent unless the angry Aunt decides to pick on her.

Since when?  Kym smirks.  "You do, do you?  C'viel.  As your aunt, and as the only relative who lives in these parts, I have to ask myself if your mother would approve of your current behavior."  She folds her arms across her chest, smoothly intoning, "I doubt she would.  In fact, she'd be quite furious with you.  She expects you to settle down with a nice girl, and not jump from hammock to hammock like some reckless Holder's brat."

Sh'lain folds her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes at C'viel. She may not know all his secrets, but she knows the rider. "Oh, I bet there's plenty to tell," she murmurs to Gabriella. "It just remains to be seen if Kym can crack him," she chuckles lowly. At the mention of C'viel settling down with a nice girl, she can't help, she just laughs out loud. Yeah, that's gonna happen.

"I have /not/,"  With considerable emphasis on the word, C'viel shows just a little sign of annoyance, "Been jumping from hammock to hammock, thank you."

Kym pins Sh'lain with an irritable glance -- luckily for her, most of Kym's attention is taken up by her errant nephew.  "Excuuu-se me," she drawls out.  "From yours to N'hn's.  And who knows what you've been doing with that boy you've got in your shack."

N'hn walks in.

Gabriella regards ths scene with a bitten lip as she raises both eyebrows with Sh'lain comment.  The new entry is regarded with a bright Gabi-smile and nod, as if she weren't paying any attention to the family squabble. Smile weakens to a grin and a wink at Sh'lain, "Hope so." is said in response. Gabes always enjoys anything like this.

Sh'lain blinks at Kym, putting on her best innocent lamb look. She does keep her mouth closed after that, the only sign of her humor her sparkling eyes.

C'viel snorts.  "You don't even know the half of it!  He passed out, is all, and I didn't want to leave him in the jungle."  He's so considerate.  "Besides, why should you care?"

"Sure."  Kym doesn't believe it.  Neverless, she returns to the main subject: C'viel inhabiting other weyrs than his own.  "Because I care about your reputation back in Bitra!" she spits out, bitter.  "I've already wrecked mine, but you, at least, have the chance to uphold yours."

N'hn always walks in on the best lines.  "Who passed out in the jungle, C'viel?" he asks, as he enters, juice in hand.  As far as reputation goes, maybe he just enjoys hearing about the ruining of others'... or participating in it?

Sh'lain just shakes her head and suddenly looks  little green around the gills. "Excuse me," she murmurs, moving rather quickly for the door.
Sh'lain heads for the corridor.

C'viel blinks.  Blink - see?  He does that cutely.  "N'hn!"   Ahem.   " No, Vyasa passed out.  Fardling fool northerner who spent the day in the sun in black clothes."  C'viel's too busy arguing to give N'hn over-attention, however.  "Well.. -- Well!  I'm not in Bitra now and likely won't be there ever again, so really, it's not much of a concern to /me/ what they care about."  Ouch.

"So you probably don't care at all that Evieleen's mentioned to me how she intends to visit soon, and her hopes that you've settled down with a nice, respectable girl."  N'hn doesn't seem to fit any of those catergories.  N'hn's reception is met with a disapproving glower from Kym.

N'hn mms, nodding to that, picking a chair to lean against.  Sure, he could talk about how cute C'viel blinks... but it doesn't seem like the best of options right now.  He just shakes his head at Kym.  "Why would C'viel wish to settle down with a girl?  There are other options, you know."  To the 'settling down' part, as well as the 'girl'.

Gabriella looks strangely as Sh'lain slips out, then pulls her legs up and hugs them, trying to watch the situation with the most detachment possible. A slight giggle is given off at Kym's glowering gaze, and she figures he must be the N'hn mentioned earlier. Oh, she can actually put two and two together.

"I'd like to point out,"  C'viel does so whether anyone else wants him to or not, "That quite a few respectable riders aren't /settled down/ with anyone at all. "  Oh, and there's N'hn with his rather-sensible input.  Gees.  Bronzer smiles gratefully, if a little strained, at the greenrider.  The non-related one.

Kym simply responds, "Only because our family -- Evieleen especially -- does not commend relationships with members of the same sex."  Look at Kym.  She practically got disowned.  For other reasons, too, of course.  "And because they'd probably demand that C'viel was transferred to Bahrain."  Her nephew just recieves a displeased *look*.

N'hn is non-related... that makes him... more sensible, maybe?  Who knows.  He's certain got his own interest in the young bishonen bronzerider.  He shrugs at Kym.  "Who cares what some common Holder thinks?  Family or not, they should have a bit of respect for Pern's dragonriders."  And N'hn will have respect for Holders if they have respect for him.

C'viel apparently runs through several retorts mentally before deciding on none.  He just fixes the table off to Kym's left with a stubborn glare.  -- Glare?  C'viel?  Are we kidding?  It's there, though.  At least N'hn has something to say.

Gabriella pulls a face at that comment. She holds her tongue, since she does realize she is the midse of Riders. But her Auntie told her that Riders were never respectable. Most probably why they decided to foster her at this age to a Weyr. Of course, Gabes doesn't know /that/.

N'hn sneaks up behind C'viel and rubs his shoulders, trying to ease some of that upset-embarrassment.  "Don't worry, love.  I'm sure you and I could rig something that would ensure that none of them would bother you about it again."  They might disown him, but hey, there are worse things.

Try /that/ for inconspicuous.  C'viel tilts back, regarding greenrider upside-down.  "Y'think?"  One eyebrow gets raised slightly (or dropped, depending on your perspective), before sulking bronzerider remembers that he was supposed to be arguing with his aunt.

Gabriella widens her eyes and is about to say something when - *Crash!* *Yelp!*- It's useful to release legs before trying to stand up.  "Oopsies." is said as she dusts herself off, trying to avert her eyes from, from, that /scene/. Unsatiable curiosity seems to act like a certain magnet as she casts a wayward glance at the two men, followed by a look at the door.  But it's such interesting gossip!

Kym's annoyed frown deepens further.  "Don't you dare, N'hn," she hisses, "try anything on my sister."  She rises, deliberately slow, and turns to leave; her parting shot consists of a few sentences, directed towards her nephew.  "I was /trying/ to save you embarrassment.  Faranth knows I'd prefer not to see you locked up in Bahrain -- but you do what you will.  And don't come running back to me once your mother gets through with you."