Nediath lands with that perfect little flutter of apple green wings, vanity personified. A coy croon of sorts is offered to those already present in the Bowl as she crouches for T'yari's dismounting ease; the greenrider shoots his lifemate an irritable look after clambering down from his perch between the last set of neckridges. Muttering things that really aren't too flattering, Yari heads for the caverns, leaving the green to voice another set of lascivious warbled sounds.

Living Caverns - Ista Weyr(#94RJa$)
     Vibrant environs enclosed by smooth stone walls, these caverns are the very heart of bustling Weyr life. The largest is massive and designed to house almost the entire population of the Weyr at once, with tables and benches arranged in perfectly neat rows that run almost the entire length of the half-circle cave. Tapestries are flung from the ceiling, draping down in bright hues of Istan black and orange as well as colorful scenes of past heroics detailing all the fiery glory of Pernese history. Hearths line the walls, at least one of which constantly burning with a pot of stew and a pitcher of klah set there to keep warm.
     Tunnels branch off from these central caverns, leading deeper into various parts of the Weyr. To the east lie the infirmaries, both human and draconic, beyond a small wooden door to minimize the noise that will filter through. West are the kitchens and the storerooms from which emanate delectable smells at nearly all hours of the day or night, drudges bustling to and from with dishes and platters. Stairs lead down into the lower caverns while a man-sized tunnel cuts through the stone and back out to the bowl. Smaller tunnels diverge here and there as well.

T'rrent just shrugs up his shoulders to Belena's offer, nodding at the same time (quite a feat considering his hands are still behind his head, and he's teetering on the edge of catastrophe). "Sure," says he, pulling his feet down from the table. To Kass, he offers a raised eyebrow and a faint grin. "You all right, Kass?" Serri, J'nah and T'yari all get nods, too.

G'nar wanders into the caverns, rubbing a hand through short, still-damp hair, heading for the food, as per usual, although a glance is given around the caverns, perhaps to check out a place to sit once his plate is piled.

OH! G'nar gets a nod from T'rrent, too!! Sheesh.. I knew I forgot someone!

Kassandra fidgets a little. "Just got a lot on my mind, that's all, Weyrleader," she says crisply, before giving G'nar a bit of a smile and a nod. The same smile and nod are given to everyone else, before she approaches T'rrent and Belena.

J'nah slides down the steps from the bowl at his usual gait. His shock of blonde hair is a little ragged looking, some of it standing up in the back adding to his dissheveled appearance. He offers a quick nod to the folk gathered before glancing over to Serriena, peering at the bundle she holds in her arm.

Belena fills the glass and slides it over to the weyrleader. She stands and pulls up a chair for Kassandra, making a dash for another glass, filling that one on her way back and placing it in front of the wingleader. She offers a smile and a cheers to J'nah, Serriena and G'nar as they all enter before taking a swig right from the bottle. No medium of a glass is needed for her today. Nope. She sits back, eyes traveling between her friends. That little mischievous glint appearing in her green eyes...uh oh...

G'nar piles that plate and fills a mug too, then turns to head towards where Kass is, T'rrent and Belena's table. He gives a nod to the Weyrleader, then a slightly embarrassed smile to his table mate - but it is Kassandra who gets a stare, a faint flush rising in his cheeks "You...look different." He notes in a gruff voice, pausing with food and drink in hand, halfway to a seat. Don't mind if he ignores everyone else for a moment. He's just seen a certain bluerider's outfit.

Serriena is holding a baby *what else?* in her arms. Only one baby is held by her, the other two, housed safely downstairs. "I hope Ginta and Derien are alright," Serriena says worriedly as she steps into the caverns with J'nah. "I hate knowing their downstairs because Jorrien got this ear infection." She looks down at the little baby worriedly with dark blue eyes. She nods to those in the room but her attention is mostly on motherly things.

T'rrent graciously takes the wine glass from Belena, taking a swing as soon as he's stable enough to do so without spilling the liquid everywhere. He succeeds after a second or two, and downs about half the beverage before glancing back at Belena, and offering her a nod in thanks. To Kassandra, the Bronzerider lets out a soft, "Ah... Anything I should know about?" The tone a touch more on the serious side, as that's what he assumes the subject matter to be.

Kassandra scoops up the proffered glass with a single fluid movement, giving Belena a nod of thanks. T'rrent gets a sober look. "I'm real sorry, T'rrent. I have to do this, I think. It's...just not working out." Let the crowd wonder just what 'it' is. At least, for now. G'nar's gruff comment gets a little smile. "I hope that's good," she notes quietly.

G'nar finally manages to take a seat, his eyes still on Kass. "You look nice." is noted hastily "Just different. You aren't wearing leathers." Okay, so he's pointing out the obvious, frowning a bit as he finally notices the blue rider's mood. So he directs his attention to Belena. "Evening...." He doesn't want to intrude, after all.

"They'll be fine, love." J'nah smiles over to Serri reassuringly, "Its better than letting them get sick as well." He eyes the gathered mob with a grin, "Lets get our stuff and sit down.." He offers to Serri before leading the way to the tables. "What do ya want?"

Er... Let T'rrent wonder just what 'it' is, too, for the look on his face exudes confusion. His eyebrows both furrow slightly, and his face screws up just a touch. At length... "Huh?" Pause. "Sorry about what? What's not working out?" Another pause. "You sure you're ok? You sound kind of..." He'd finish that if he could come up with a decent word. He'd comment on her clothing, too, but...now's probably not the best time.

Belena looks as though she's not sure whether to laugh or cry, creating a sort of mix between a grin and a frown as she hears Kass's words and then nearly chokes as she is addressed by G'nar. She finally decides upon smile for the brownrider, "Hello there, yourself, Assistant!"

"Stew and some bread," Serriena points. She looks at those gathered and smiles noting the happy *she won't call it drunk* the happiness of those there. And then some who aren't so *happy* but in a good mood. It's enough to make her smile over it. "Kassandra you look nice Wingleader," she doesn't miss the outfit worn by the bluerider.

Kassandra flicks at the knot on her shoulder absently for a moment. "Thanks," is directed both at G'nar and Serriena, before she sits down and begins a low-voiced conversation with T'rrent. Low enough that nobody else can hear it.

G'nar smiles, pleased at Belena's use of the newly-acquired title, pausing in his eating. "I'm not used to being called that" is confessed in low tones, his gaze moving to watch Kass murmur to T'rrent, curiosity mingling with his desire not to intrude.

Kassandra mutters to T'rrent, "Look...this... isn't... can't work... you... have... the... were.... thought... could do... better... I'd like... There... who could... without... getting... the..."

Belena hops up so that she is now sitting on the table itself. She leans down to G'nar, eyeing Kassandra and speaking Belly-style low. So pretty much everyone can hear her, "Like her new outfit? I designed it just for her. She looks fantastic, huh?"

T'rrent's expression remains utterly static for a long while as he listens, and even for several seconds beyond the completion of Kassandra's muttered confession. At length, he draws in a deep breath, and slowly nods his head. "The choice is yours, Kass - and if you have your mind made up... If you're sure this is what you want to do, I'll stand behind the decision." If his voice sounds a touch awkward right now, well... You'll see in a minute, most likely.

G'nar flushes as Belena brings up the subject of Kass' outfit again, his eyes immediately taking it /all/ in....with much appreciation, if his stare is any indication. "Umm...yes, I did notice." Is murmured in tones less voluble than the greenrider's, taking a sip of klah to clear his throat as he tries to overhear exactly what Kass is telling T'rrent...without much luck, seeing as how Belena is being so loud. "You did a nice job on it, too."

J'nah busies himself getting a couple of plates of food, evidently for an evening snack. For the moment at least, he doesn't seem to note the goings on behind him as he piles on the requested foods. "here we go.." He offers as he makes his way out into the caverns to join Serriena. The weyrleaders statement draws a curious glance, and better attention as he slides the plates down and seats himself.

Kassandra very nearly cracks her stoic gaze as she looks over at T'rrent. She just sits there for a while, before taking a big gulp of her wine. Remember how Bel gave her that glassful? Good for Bel. She speaks again, but lo and behold, it's once again muttered.

Kassandra mutters to T'rrent, "... along with... while. I'm... a transfer,..."

Belena is ever so smart. She knew that wine would be needed. Remember? She didn't even have to ask! She nods her approval to G'nar, "Why thank you. She needed a change of pace and I knew it would be just the thing. I do hope I'm not embarrassing you." Riiight. She takes another pull from that wine skin.

T'yari emerges from the Bowl, finally, after popping back out to exchange a heated words and irate looks with a certain green who's much too flirtatious for Yari's likes. So when he does reenter, he's stomping and grumbling irritably. So much for shy greenriders who like to hide in the corners.

Serriena smiles at J'nah. "Thank you sweetie," She balances the baby in one arm and then picks up a spoon and begins to feed herself. The stew. *not the baby* She glances at the conversation between T'rrent and Kassandra, seeing J'nah's interest but unable to determine what they speak of, she just goes back to eating. If it's important she'll find out in the records later when things get posted. "Something weird happened today," Serriena grins at J'nah. "Derien for all he sleeps his time away, he woke up, and clasped his hands together, folding his fingers together." A small accomplishment by a baby, and one that only a mother would be proud of.

This admission ilicits a rather sour look from the Weyrleader, though he keeps it relatively under control. Disheartened, he is, but understanding as well, as he nods after a moment's thought. "I...should be able to grant that to you, yes," says he, eyes narrowed in thought. "Where would you like to go..?"

"Monaco Bay, if that's all right," is Kassandra's reply, a certain amount of tension leaving her spine. "I don't think I could handle a colder climate. Not after being here so long...huh?" Belena's comment gets a slightly sad smile. "Hey, I promise to write."

G'nar doesn't need much to embarrass him, but gives Belena a smile "No...no, you didn't embarrass me" He murmurs, although he is distracted as well, and frowning again as suddenly as his smile had appeared. "Transfer?" is murmured low, as if he can't quite believe it. He stares at Kass again, but this time without the embarrassed amazement at her outfit.

J'nah munches idly on a piece of something, perhaps green? He seems to listening to Serriena earnestly, he does. "I can't believe how fast tey are growing. Its scary." Ah, but he wasn't totally pulled away from the other conversation, and he stares blankly over to Kassandra. After a long few moments, he adds, "Wow Kas, hate to hear that. We need all the good blue riders we can get." Hey, small attempt at lightening the mood, however unsuccesful. That said, he falls silent.

Belena's jaw drops and then she sucks in her breath. Not gonna cry, not gonna cry. She looks around for something else to think about. My, look at that! A wine skin right in her hands! After a few more gulps she forces a smile to Kassandra, "Oh, yeah. You'd better or I'll...I'll tell Aiareth to find Didarath every time she's proddy!"

Llilian comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.

T'rrent goes silent again for a moment, eyes diverted as he thinks. Insert pause here. "That..." Pause again, and his eyebrows furrow. "No.. Wait. Yes, that can be arranged. They're actually a little shorthanded presently, if I remember correctly. They'll be glad to get someone like you." A slight smile lilts to his lips at this point, though it vanishes after only a moment.

Kassandra runs one hand through her sunstreaked hair, and smiles thinly. "Good. I'd hate to have picked somewhere that I'd be superfluous," she says, before grimacing at Bel. "Just for that I would write every blasted day," she says with feeling. Didarath never caught Aiareth. Nope. Uh-uh.

"You're leaving?" T'yari focuses on the bluerider, finally, attention distracted from the green outside. Plopping into a nearby chair, the the young man pays no attention to the fact that he's probably interrupting; instead, he just tries out a pout. "For real?"

Llilian slips into the caverns. Not the place she's been around quite that often of late, but be that as it may, she's quickly on her way from the doorway to the meal tables. Wha--? Who's leaving? "Kass?"

"You're transferring to Monaco Bay?" Serriena blinks, staring at Kassandra in confusion but then just straightens her face to a certain acceptance. Riders transfer all the time. "I hope you're happy there." She looks over at J'nah raising a brow. Leaving! Certainly a bit of unexpected news.

G'nar isn't on the verge of smiling - far from it. A brooding frown remains instead, and he stares now into his klah mug, absorbing the news. He doesn't seem overly happy about it, although he'd never come out and say it.

"Good," is all Belly can muster and then sits in silence for a moment just looking from her wine skin to Kass and then sliding her eyes over to Llilian as she enters. A glance and a quirk of her brow is given to T'yari's odd behavior but a brief word from her lifemate clears that one up. Back to frowning.
"I'm not leaving -tonight-," Kassandra supplies somewhat acerbically. "Gee, you'd think I had just up and left the way you're carrying on. I'll be around for at least a couple weeks. I mean, these things take time." There's a slight grin curving her lips when she glances over to T'yari. "Yari, don't pout. It doesn't suit you."

Llilian makes it over towards the meal tables, face carefully kept smooth and clear. Set a good example and all that, right? She does take pause, though, as her path carries her past G'nar, leaning down to offer her opinion, "Dragon's do work quite well for visiting, brownrider." Whew...finally, she's arrived, and pouring two glasses of wine, wait, three.

T'rrent, in the mean time, downs the rest of his wine, apparently somewhat distracted with some mental planning. His eyes go distant for a moment...before he glares over at the entrance from the Bowl. "No, you big bronze lump! Just /ask/ him!" He rolls his eyes and shakes his head a bit, grin curling his lips upward. "Morpheth is sending on the request presently, Kass. You're welcome to stay here as long as you like."

T'yari's mournful expression deepens upon Kassandra's words, and he echoes, almost disbelieving, "It doesn't?" He'll have to work on that. Yari subsides into ponderous silence, fingers tapping idly against one leathered thigh as he puzzles out just how to rearrange his facial features into a more suitable visage. Nediath's input isn't wanted, though, and the greenrider shoots another grumpy look towards the Bowl and gripes under his breath, "Hush up."

G'nar looks up from his mug of klah finally, at Llilian's words, even managing a faint smile "Aye....I suppose they do..but it isn't the same, I don't think." No, not the same at all. He sends another brooding look towards Kass, then adds "How are you this evening, weyrwoman?" Maybe if he just ignores it - kind of like he's ignoring Davoth's nudgings of late.

Kassandra very nearly spews a mouthful of wine out at first T'rrent's commentary, and then T'yari's attempt to unpout himself. "Thank you, Weyrleader. I won't impose too long, I don't think." Llilian gets a sad little smile, before a curious glance settles on G'nar. "Hey. Something wrong?" As if it's not obvious.

T'yari isn't trying to unpout. He's just trying to make it more attractive and suiting. But that doesn't mean he's having much luck -- Yari's out of practice at that sort of thing, with or without Nediath's guidance.

Llilian sighs, "Well, I'm well, G'nar, thank you." And then, she's slips past, leaving him to his conversation, though she'll make a first beeline for Kassandra, offering one of the glasses she's manuevering about.

T'rrent lets out a soft chuckle at Kassandra's words, shaking his head rather profusely. "I don't think it quite counts as Imposition, Kass. You're just welcome to stay as long as you'd like." The Weyrleader takes this opportunity to pout at his empty wine glass (he's not very practiced at pouting either, though, so it probably doesn't work all that much better for him than it did for T'yari).

Serriena continues to eat, watching everyone, but also attending to Jorrien who suddenly decides he wants to be fussy that his ears are hurting. "Shh," Serriena looks down at the first of the triplets. "I know hon.. I know," she stops eating and starts to fuss over him hoping he'll stop fussing.

Belena isn't. Two weeks or no two weeks. She drinks some more wine and then frowns some more. Finally she pipes up with, "If anything important happens to you, Kass, I'd better be invited." What ever that means. She notes T'rrent's pout and then points to Llilian's wine. Apparantly she's done sharing.

G'nar isn't about to go around announcing his very personal feelings in front of an entire cavern, nope....so Kass's question just gets a shrug, more klah finding its way down his throat - but something /must/ be wrong, because he's pushed an entirely full plate of food away. He then looks away from Kass, eyes flicking over the other occupants of the room, finally noticing T'yari and paling somewhat.

J'nah falls quite silent, whether from shock or perhaps not having the words to say here. Either way, his dinner makes a nie diversion, at least taking his eyes away from the scene. His eyes do flick over to his son, a look of sympathy tinging his facade. "The poor little guy."

Kassandra accepts the glass from Llilian with a smile and a nod of thanks, putting the empty glass safely on the table and taking a pull on the newly-filled one. And, as luck would have it, she does that just as Bel makes that comment, which nearly results in her spraying wine all over the place. "Uh. Sure, Bel." An increasing bit of concern colors her expression as she looks at G'nar again. Something is definitely wrong.

T'rrent waggles his eyebrows at Llilian, holding out his wine glass in the hopes she might just fill it up for him. He opens his mouth to ask verbally..but something of thought strikes him, and he blinks. "Oh! Kass!" Grin. "Er... I'll probably need that knot from you. I'd offer to let you keep it as a souvenir, but...It doesn't really work that way." Wink.

T'yari attempts another pouty look, just to see if there's a better reception. "You'd leave us all alone?" he inquires of Kassandra. "This Weyr won't be the same if you leave, you know." Sniffle. Another doleful look is slanted towards G'nar as the greenrider takes note of the other man as well. "It isn't fair."

"I know," Serriena sighs. "I feel so bad for Jorrien. He raises his hands to his ears, so I know they're bothering him." She coos down at the little boy. "Don't be so sad. It'll go away soon," she promises to him softly. She smiles at J'nah tiredly. "Oh I do hope he does."

Llilian mmhmms, as Kass accepts the glass, a soft, "We'll talk later," send to the bluerider, before she makes a dash back to the table, miracle of miracles, not spilling any wine, her tone humoured, in the midst of putting on her best subservient voice, "Coming, O Weyrleader, coming." A flash of a smile, follwed by a soft sigh, before she heads over in his direction.

G'nar glares at T'yari's pouty looks to Kass, although he relents when he sees the man is truly miserable. "Aye...Yari has the right of it, Kass." He notes. "You will be missed." By some more than others, perhaps. He shudders a bit as Davoth does a bit more prodding. "Who will I talk to when I have problems?" is finally asked of the bluerider, although Belena gets a bit of a sidelong look, a faint flush appearing beneath his tan.

Leave it to Kass to totally forget about that little knot of cording. "Oh, yeah." With a flick, she unpins the thing, spinning it neatly through the air toward T'rrent. "Go ahead and take it. It weighs too much anyway." Pale attempt at levity, perhaps, but still. Llilian's comment gets a slight nod, T'yari gets a tolerantly amused look, and G'nar...well, he gets a very quizzical expression. "Hey. There are other people here who'll talk t'you, you know."

Belena crosses her arms, looking around at everyone's faces and her brow creases even more as she notes that she's the only one uninfatuated and not under dragon influence who is not taking this news in stride. She takes another pull of wine and then musters up a stubborn smile. She's no wimp. She even manages a grin for G'nar, "What? I'm not good enough?"

T'yari catches those glares and returns them with a wide-eyed innocent look accompanied by a little gesture with fluttered fingertips. A touch of hurt slides into the greenrider's tone as he informs, "You know that you can always come talk to me." Almost unconciously, Yari adds in a little batting of his eyelashes, which probably ends up making him look utterly ridiculous. Not that he cares much about that right now.

T'rrent reaches up and snatches the flying knot from the air. "Well... Whoever I pick'll have a tough time following your example," he half mutters, smile faltering for a brief moment. Ah, but levity, while lost to Kassandra, is gained in return by T'rrent. "Ok.. Who wants to be a Wingleader!!" Grin. Wink.

G'nar turns scarlet at those eyelashes batting at him, momentarily speechless as he tries to think of a way to respond to that....he finally just nods, then turns to Belena, finding his smile again, and his voice. "Aye...you were a help the other night." He notes. Of course, it was a temporary measure, it seems, because he's right back in the same boat - and this time, Davoth isn't going to let him get out of it.

Kassandra tries not to choke on her wine at T'rrent's broadcast announcement. "I hope you're right," she notes to the Weyrleader, before turning her full attention on G'nar. "Hey. Want to talk about it? Maybe somewhere a bit more quiet than this?" she offers over the rim of her glass.

"I'll be wingleader!" Serriena offers, a tentative joke of her own. She grins at T'rrent. Perhaps he's had enough wine to actually *agree* with her offer.
Llilian slides into a seat to the side and next to T'rrent, setting down one full glass, and one wineskin, curling up in her seat, before she'll pick up her own glass, attention bouncing from person to person to person.

"The other night?" T'yari is all too intrigued by that statement and latches onto it, quirking a cheery beam at the brownrider. "What happened the other night? Tell me, won't you?" After a pause, he adds, "It couldn't have been that great, otherwise you wouldn't have needed help. I'm /sure/ you'll have better nights." Suggestive? Yari? /Never./

Belena snorts, "Well, I'd volunteer it but I've my own crowd of dragons and riders to train for those wings. So no, no volunteers on this table. She turns her eyes on T'yari and chuckles just a wee little bit, "Hey, I tried my best to help but another rider with another...frustrated dragon was in need of my attentions a bit more desparately."

T'rrent smirks at Serriena's words, winking as he shakes his head. "Sorry.. You're missing one of the more important prerequisites. Besides, you've enough problems of your own with which to contend, no?" That last bit said as he nods toward the young child she holds. But once again, the light seems to go on in the Weyrleader's brain, and he peers just beside Serri. "J'nah? What about you?" Smile as he holds up the knot. "We wouldn't even need to change the coloring.."

G'nar is remaining beet-like as T'yari gets curious, and Belena spills the beans somewhat, but tries to ignore it. "Belena!" Okay, so he can't. "You didn't have to tell them that.." he mutters, before eyeing T'rrent determinedly, making a better attempt at ignoring T'yari "I wouldn't know the first thing about it, myself. And I'm already Belena's assistant." So he's rather glad when J'nah gets the offer, turning to look at Kass instead. "What's there to talk about? You are leaving, and without a word to anyone." is noted gruffly.

Kassandra smirks a touch. "Not even out the door and I'm replaced," she comments with a wry grin, before turning her full attention on G'nar. "I would -like- to have a word with you, but you're not helping here," she notes, a faint wisp of acerbity finding its way back into her voice. "Are you going to humor me here, or just sit there and act gruff?"

"I've got a small prerequisite, and you wouldn't have to change the color." Serriena says halfheartedly still joking, calling upon the little blue Twilight. And yet it's no joke when T'rrent asks J'nah what he does. She look at J'nah, jaw dropping open slightly looking at him, then T'rrent.

Belena nudges G'nar. Hard. And then turns a bright smile, the first of the night, upon J'nah, "Ooh, now there's an idea. J'nah!" She smirks at T'rrent, "I guess the didn't make you weyrleader for nothin'."

Hey wait, that was his name... J'nah's head, which has still be peering down at his food and his son, swivels and turns to look at T'rrent, his eyes widened in question. Now, only if he would wake up and ask the dang thing, "Who me?" Ah, rampant originality, "I dunno, I've been pretty busy lately." He grins. Its about.. oh.. 3 seconds later that he relaizes the offer was sincere, and his face gets that 'whoopsie' look to it. "I mean uh.. I'd be honored. If your're serious that is."

Llilian leans in towards T'rrent, voice kept low.

T'yari slants a glance towards Belena, and, after allowing a small, sly grin, confides as if G'nar's not in plain hearing, "I think he needs some help, myself." Although the greenrider doesn't specify, it probably isn't that hard to guess what kind of help Yari's referring to. Then, with a sage nod, he replies, "Yes, yes. I'm sure your attentions are needed quite often." T'yari's gaze then slides back to G'nar and Kassandra; after a ready smile pops into place, he springs to his feet and announces, "I want to come." Nevermind that there wasn't an invitation extended to him.

T'rrent sends a wink in Kass's direction. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. I can't very well have an entire wing of riders sans Wingleader... The curse of Weyrleadership: everything must be done in an utterly timely fashion." Pause. To J'nah: "No.. The other J'nah... Of course I mean you!" He lets out a soft laugh, then, nodding as well. "And yes, I am serious." The knot is still held up high - you'll have to come get it, J'nah. At Llilian's whisper, the Weyrleader is momentarily distracted before he suddenly ohs! and nods. "Sure! Be my guest," says he, and hands the knot over to Llilian.

Llilian cackles...well, not really. Oh, darn, yes, it's a cackle. The knot's plucked from T'rrent's fingers, and her glass of wine offered to distract the man, before she wanders over in J'nah's direction, "This's almost as much fun as getting to Search. Who says a weyrwoman can't go places?"

T'yari may have missed the majority of the other conversation transpiring -- his attention's taken up by G'nar and Kassandra, see -- but he /does/ hear the last few words by T'rrent. And so the greenrider shoots a guileless grin and calls over, oh-so-innocent, "I'd love to be your guest."

"Did you hear that Jorrien?" Serriena grins down at the baby, "Your daddy is going to be a wingleader." She grins at J'nah, "Congratulations sweetie." She grins at Llilian as the weyrwoman comes closer. "I don't know who said that," she shakes her head. "Not in any record I know of."

Kassandra is torn between exploding with laughter at T'yari's antics and genuine concern at G'nar's extended silence. She settles for a chuckle that lies somewhere around halfway in between. "Congratulations, J'nah. You'll do well. I'm sure the wing will be gratified to have you in the lead." Slight smile.

"Ah, understood." J'nah grins again and starts to jump up, his arms already placed on the chair, when the knot is passed off to the goldrider. He grins up to her, "Well, if you like, I can run outside and hide, and you can try to find me to knot me. It'll be like a mini search." He grins sideways to Serri, offering her a wink and then nods to Kass, grinning, "Thanks. I hope you didn't leave em in too bad of shape."

Falina comes up the flight of stairs from the inner caverns.

Llilian hrms...lifting a finger to tap her lip, eyes faraway for a moment, "Isyrath says she'd love to play a game of hide and seek." Her hand rises, pausing halfway between herself and J'nah. "Now or after we chase you down." Not that Isyrath would quite be able to -catch- this particular bluerider's agile dragon, but she's not going to admit that.

T'rrent opens his mouth to respond to Llilian again, but is distracted (to say the very very very least) by T'yari's remark. T'rrent's eyebrows shoot skyward, and he lets out a soft chuckle. "Ah, proddy greenriders," he mutters softly to himself. "Somehow I don't think it all that likely, T'yari - Morpheth's never managed to catch a Green, try as he might. He's just too big." Then, to J'nah, he offers the following: "She'll be a tough act to follow, J'nah - you can be assured of that. I think her wing looks better than /mine/." Wink to Kass.

G'nar is blushing still, but this time in remorse for being so bloody obstinante. So he sighs "Sorry, Kass. I'll come, if htat's what you want." He sends a nod to J'nah, and a faint smile "Yes, congratulations" He murmurs, rising from his chair and nudging Belena back before glaring at T'yari "No, you can't come. Can he, Kass?" But he doesn't sound overly emphatic about it....

Belena chuckles, answering for Kassandra's and T'yari's benefit, "No, I don't think he can come. I'm keeping him here for safe measure." She tips her head to J'nah, "And congratulations, J'nah. I'll look forward to flying with you when I've not got weyrlings to look after." Which is a rare occasion but alas, such is the life of a weyrlingmaster. Le sigh.

Kassandra produces a truly genuine smile for T'rrent, one of the few she's worn in a long, long time. "Of course it does," she responds pertly, before pointing at T'yari. "You. Stay. Put." Some things never change, it seems. "Thanks, Bel. I'm sure you can keep him...occupied." Wry grin. "C'mon, G'nar. Your choice of locale."

T'yari rolls his eyes extravagantly and sagaciously informs T'rrent, "I wasn't talking about that. If you're around later, I can always let you in on the know--" Whatever else he was about to say is cut off as the greenrider's attention is diverted by G'nar. "You don't mean that." Another pout is shot at the brownrider, along with that uncharacteristic flutter of lashes, and he inches closer. "You wouldn't refuse /me,/ would you?" Then, protesting the other two, Yari moues an affected look and gripes, "That's not fair. How come /he/ gets to have all the fun?" G'nar is indicated with a nod. "I want to come."

J'nah grins at Llilian, "Something about that seems a little backwards. Can't quite put my foot on it though." He gives the weyrleader another smirk, "Oh I know, I seen em while we were up there." Of course, if he was watching them, he was probably out of formation himself. Shh. "I do look foward to the callenge though." To Belena, "Oh yes, That should be interesting. Look foward to it." Grin.

Falina wanders in, glances about, then swings wide. Hmm. Crowds. Evil. Or maybe it's just then general atmosphere of the people around that cause her to slip around next to the wall on her path to the serving table. Eating is an innocent enough pasttime. (Though considering Ista Weyr, I'm sure someone will likely be able to prove me wrong...eventually...)

Llilian blinkblinks. She's innocent really, just ask Marcath...oh wait. Bad example. Oh, the knot. First, to tug off the old knot, casually tossing it over her shoulder, hopefully not into someone's dinnerplate, and the new knot's soon firmly fastened onto J'nah's shoulder, "Congratulations, wingleader."

T'rrent, now having completed his official duties for the night, takes this opportunity to make a quiet exit. He stands without word and heads (in a fashion very uncharacteristic of if not betraying the smile he wears upon his face) toward the door. And out he goes...
T'rrent disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

G'nar tries another tack with T'yari, though he's glaring again because of the lash fluttering. "Stop that!" is hissed, before he calms and tries a smile "Come on...don't be mad. Just let Kass and me...er, Kass and I talk a bit. In private." He looks towards the blue rider. "I don't care where. You choose."

Kassandra gives T'yari an indulgent smile, apparently backing up G'nar's statement. "Just give us a little while," she wheedles, in between half-begging Belena and Llilian with a few well-placed glances to keep Le Proddy Greenrider in the living caverns for a while. "Let's go to the beach," she decides, starting to edge for the doorway.

G'nar moves towards the exit once Kass names a destination, with a nod to all "If you'll excuse us.." He murmurs, shuffling out.
G'nar disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

"Stop what?" T'yari is innocence personified. A wounded look is directed towards G'nar. "/I/ think you just don't want me around." Hands are perched on hips while chin tilts up defiantly. "And I think you're missing out. And three's better than two. More's always better." Yari sniffs, then peevishly snaps at the brownrider, "Just don't come running to /me/ once she's gone to...wherever it is she's transferring to." He adds on the side for Kassandra, "No offense, of course. You're always welcome here." Insert brilliant beam.

"Thank you Weyrwoman" J'nah nods in return to Llilian, "I look foward to getting to work." He grins, "Well, not tonight.." He reaches down and runs his fingers across the knot for the first time, a look of surprise and a little elation on his face. "You know, I'm not exactly sure who is even on my wing.." He peers around the caverns, trying to call up rosters. "Ah, Falina" He grins over to the greenrider, "I seem to remember you being on this wing.. right?"

Kassandra slips out in G'nar's wake...but not without a slight grin and a wink to T'yari.
Kassandra disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Belena takes that glance and runs with it. She leans over to T'yari and gives him a little nudge, "Well, how 'bout it, fellow greenrider? Would you like to join me in my next bottle of wine?" She holds out a glass to T'yari.

Serriena just beams for J'nah, proud of his honor tonight. She looks down at Jorrien still smiling and cooing at him, no doubt information about how he'll be just like J'nah when he grows up. Especially with those cobalt blue eyes.

T'yari gets nudged, and therefore distracted. After a hesitation, he shakes his head quickly. "I don't like that stuff," he replies apologetically. "Q'rin tried to get me to like it, but..." It was less than successful. "But I'd love...something?"

Llilian smiles, stepping away from J'nah, to approach Jorrien and Serriena, blowing the little one a kiss, "Make sure you don't let let it go to his head." A wink to Serriena at that, as if J'nah would, the gesture intimates, "I've heard they're fabulous baby distractors. I suppose I'll have to bring a few extra over for your troupe, Serrie." That said, she rises, "Well, I think I have my next mission in mind." Whoo. Time to pick up a few more wineskins.

Belena raises her eyebrows at T'yari, "Trust me, Yari. Certain conditions just scream for good Bended wine." She tosses aside the empty bottle, "Did he have you try a blush wine? They are much sweeter than reds. Almost like grape juice." She stands to retrieve a second bottle, "I insist that you trust Belena the Corruptor on this one. I know what you're going through and I'm convinced that this will help."

"Do they?" T'yari's interest is piqued. "I don't know. He just put things out and made me drink it." What nice childhood friends T'yari has. Eyebrows quirk, too, after the 'Belena the Corruptor' line, and he can't help but ask, "What do you corrupt?" Then, mystified at her next sentence, he states, "I'm not going through anything." Right. Yari is perfectly normal.

"Thank you Llilian," Serriena grins at her friend, picking Jorrien up who's beginning to fuss and hold at his ears. "J'nah I'm going to take him back to the weyr before he really starts fussing." She nods, "Stay and celebrate. I've got to put him down." She tickles Jorrien to get him to giggle in betwee fusses.

Llilian retrieves two wineskins. Better to be prepared, you know? And heads back off towards the bowl proper, juggling skins and two empty glasses. "Good night, everyone."

Belena promptly pours T'yari a glass, "Trust your weyrlingmaster, darling. I know what I'm talking about in all matters." She reseats herself on the table and goes on to explain, "I corrupt the uncorrupted, Yari. And you need some of this wine." She decides to be somewhat polite this time around and also takes a glass. A wave is given in Llilian's direction, "Good to see you out and about, Llil. We'll have to have a chat soon, you and I."

Falina looks up from her food-getting and juice-pouring to peer at the name-calling person. "Ah...Hi J'nah..." She blinks a few times, glancing about and then back at him. "Um....I suppose so?" she grins a little, picking at the food already on her plate a little bit.

Llilian turns, just at the exit, flashing Belena a smile, "You know where I live, and if you've forgotten, just go out to the feeding grounds tomorrow and follow the tubby one back home."
Llilian disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

T'yari accepts the glass a bit dubiously and seats himself upon a nearby table, legs dangling as he sniffs suspiciously at the wine. "Am I uncorrupted?" he wants to know. "Are you going to corrupt me?" A wave is thrown after Llilian before he turns his attention back to Belena. "What does corruption consist of? Will I like it?"

Belena just /grins/. "Oh, Yari, you'll love it. I promise. It consists of wine and dancing. And you're not allowed to dance alone either. As for everything else that goes along with my form of corruption? Well, your dragon will take care of that in due time, I'm certain."

J'nah nods over to Serriena, "I imagine I'll join you before too long. Too beat to celebrate too hard." He grins and gives his son a little tickle on the chin, idying looking back to Falina, "Well in any event, glad to be working with your wing. But not now.." He smiles again, a little weaker this time, then looks back to Serriena, "I think I'll go with you now. So I won't make nose after he's down already. Shall we?"

Falina blinks and looks over at T'yari and Belena for a moment, starts to say something, then stops, just shaking her head a little bit before looking back at J'nah with a little grin and a nod before attention is cast upon her food once more. Finally, her plate is filled, her juice glass is poured, and she sets out to find a relatively sane table to sit at. (There's probably not one, considering...but she doesn't know that..)

"Sure," Serriena smiles brightly at J'nah as if to boost him in his spirits. After all he did just get a promotion. "Although you're welcome to stay," she offers. "I doubt he'll go to sleep just yet with this earache." She heads off for the bowl.
Serriena disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

J'nah nods, and stands up after the baby laden woman, offering a nod to all, "Good evening everyone." That said, he makes his way bowl-ward.
J'nah disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

"Really?" T'yari likes the sound of that, but a niggling -- well, not so much as niggling as blaring loud -- forces the greenrider to guiltily mention, shooting an annoyed look Bowl-wards, "Nediath says I'm only allowed to play. /She/ says guests aren't allowed." Here, a pout. "She's bossy." The last bit of Belena's words is shrugged off; he doesn't really get it and isn't putting in the effort to figure it out.

Belena hands the bottle over to T'yari, "Go play alone, then. And enjoy." She turns to Falina and smiles, "Someone has to join me in celebrating, though. Falina, will you?"

T'yari has to play alone? Watch him pout. He bungled that one -- and blames it all on Nediath. With a melodramatic sigh, he grumbles inaudibly and hops down from his table and resettles in a more unoccupied section of the room; it doesn't look like Nediath's willing to take him home anytime soon, so Yari makes the best of the situation and lapses into silence.