Quirin closes the door to his room, running his hand through his hair as he does so. The familiar gesture does the usual for his appearance - relatively nothing.

Kayla comes over from the southern cavern.

Shaioni wanders in from the direction of the Living Caverns, soaked yet pleased. " Heya, Quirin. Caught one of cook's annoyances in the garden."

Meanwhile, Tahayari trots into the cavern from the passageway leading to the residential area of the weyr. Hearing his half-sib's voice, the Igenite slows his pace to an ambling walk and calls his greeting, not yet spying the others. "Hey, Shai."

Kassandra comes in from the living caverns, letting the wooden door close behind her.

"Yari! Shai told me you were here too," Quirin's voice suddenly raises a decibal or two. "I've been here for a bit alright, and haven't see ya..where do you hide yerself?" As he questions, he closes the distance between them, grinning.

Kassandra managed to walk in right as Quirin's voice raised that couple of decibels. She blinks a couple of times, and peers..."This is quite the little reunion we've got going on here. Vintner, you're better connected than I thought."

Kayla sighs as she continues her path towards the living caverns. At the sound of voices, her feet pause, a brow raising as she listens to those here.

Tahayari perks considerably, pivoting halfway to peer over towards the vintner. "Quir!" The normally shy -- embarrassingly shy -- teen fairly bounces over towards the man who hails him, only pausing to peek back to the latest arrival and blush. "Didn't know you were here." The matter of hiding is left alone; knowing Yari, it's quite possible that he really was hiding out in the back reaches of the Weyr.

Shaioni just stands back beside Kassandra and grins. " Scary, isn't it? He's the one that your parents always warn you about. Just his misfortune that /our/ parent," and she indicates Yari, " had the power to do something about him."

Quirin smirks in response to Shai's comment and throws rider and friend a wink before returning his attention to Yari. "You look well..not so scrawny," he observes critically. "So your 'honorable' father sent you here for training did he? Learn anything...interesting?" he inquires with a sly grin.

Kassandra chuckles softly. "The Lords are going to invade the Weyr in force, if more of their kids start showing up here," she quips to Shaioni, grinning as she leans against the wall of the cavern. "So Quirin's the scary one, hm? I dunno about that. He doesn't seem that way at all."

Tahayari does what he's best at: he blushes. "No more scrawny than you," the gangly youth shoots back. A second glance is given for the childhood friend as he reconsiders, saying, "Well, than you used to be." Yari pulls a face, both at the huntress and the vintner, defending Lord Igen with a few protesting words. "He's a good guy, y'know. Just thinks I need to...get out more. Something like that." Ie: a son who hides when visitors arrive is something of a lovable embarrassment. "Your idea of interesting's different than most people's," he adds for Quirin's sake.

Shaioni snorts. " Suffice it to say brother dear, that our opinions will always differ." Kassandra gets a laugh. " Indeed, m'lady Kassi. But hey? What better place to learn t' do somethin' on your own than a Weyr?"

"Oh, not so different," Quirin protest good-naturedly. "I didn't invent gambling, drinking or fighting, you know. I just showed 'em to you," he smirks. "Speaking of which, I have this liquor you must try. Kassandra there will tell you it's pretty good."

Kayla takes the time to lean against the wall of the cavern, arms crossed as she idly watches.

Kassandra snorts right back at Shaioni. "M'lady indeed. Just Kass, if y'please." She grins cheerfully at the huntress. "I never used the title when it was mine by rights. Why should I use it now? You're quite right, though."

And poor Tahayari hasn't changed much: he's still the impressionable, naive person that he's always been. Even living in a weyr for a few months hasn't changed that. Quirin is eyed suspiciously, and he begins, "Well, I don't know..." Attention is captured by Shaioni, then, and for lack of a good response, he promptly sticks out his tongue at her. And then blushes.

"Excellent," Quirin replies to Yari's doubt, taking it an as affirmative. "Stay here, I'll go get it," he grins, walking back towards his room and the Good Stuff concealed inside.

Shaioni chuckles. " I may deserve the title m'self, but anyone using it'll get an arrow up their nose." And her cheerfully devilish grin promises that's the truth. " Want me to bite that off, Yari? I will."

Kassandra chortles. "I'm fonder of the title 'Wingleader', now, if anyone insists on using a title around me. That one I earned." She grins, and watches the interplay between siblings and longtime friend.

"But..but..wait! I didn't say I wanted any!" Tahayari, flustered, turns a deeper shade of pink as Quirin strides off. "That's gross," he tells the huntress, rolling his eyes in what he assumes is a sophisticated manner. "Ew, ew."

Shaioni chuckles deep in her throat. " But I'll do it li'l brother, so don't tempt me." Grin flickers to Kassi. " Just call me Shai. That's all I ask."

The Vintner returns in short time, bottle in hand. "You'll like this one, Yari..come on, let's get us a table and some cups." He glances around the area and adds, "The rest of you are welcome to join us..'cept you, Kassandra, only the first time's free." He winks before grinning.

At a loss and out of his depth when it comes to banter, Tahayari just shoots a glare at Shaioni before glancing at the vintner when he reappears. "Quirin! Who says I want that? Really. I'll probably choke or something." His protests are feeble, however -- Yari's a pushover.

Shaioni waves away her friend. " Not me, Quir. I don't do alcohol."

"Shai, then," Kassandra says cheerfully, with a grin. "And I might have to coax a few marks out of my illustrious weyrmate to get some of that stuff from you, Quirin. He'd sure like it."

"I'm sure he would too," Quirin smiles at the wingleader. But soon he's grinning at Yari again. "You won't choke. You won't die. You won't get in trouble. Anything else I've missed?"

"I won't like it," Tahayari chimes in, pulling another face at Igen's notorious troublemaker. "I got sick from the last stuff you forced down my throat. Remember? Isn't that a clue?"

"You were thirteen. And it was bad liquor. Now I know the good stuff from the bad," Quirin assures the reluctant Heir, having already reached the stairs. "Don't be a wherry, Yari."

Kayla raises a brow as she watches. After a moment's thought, she sighs, pushing herself from the wall, heading for the living caverns.

Tahayari isn't an Heir - just one of his father's many sons. And he isn't a wherry, which he hastens to let Quirin know. "I'm not a wherry!" protests the little lordling, another blush easily crossing his coutenence. Reluctantly, Yari follows after, hurrying to catch up. "Shai? Coming?" His tone is more than a little pleading; desperate gaze easily interpretable: don't leave him alone with Quirin, of all people.

"Y'all are silly," is Kassandra's amused commentary on the situation. "I'm headin' up for something along the lines of klah. Anyone wanna come with me?"

Living Caverns - Ista Weyr

Drewyn says "In the bowl, was just laying there asleep. Thought she looked so peaceful."

J'sen chuckles and heads for the serving table. "She'd probably just stuffed herself into insensibility and that's why she looked so peaceful," he drawls, picking up a plate and glancing around at what's available.

Kayla catches the drift of the conversation. This causes her to look over in time to see the smile and nod, her replying in kind. She takes a moment to glance over Drewyn before continuing her course to the serving table.

N'ait looks at the picture thoughtfully, laughing a little as he says, "Well, it could rightly be any green dragon, really.. Lani's, or Cymber's own Genevrath. Who knows? If you see her again, though, lad, hang around for a while. When there's a lifemate, the companion's bound to show up." He nods slightly, as if this is sound advice, although that is something he isn't quite sure of himself. His eyes flash for an unfocused moment and he laughs slightly.

Drewyn snickers and nods, " I hope so, most of it I am gleaming from memory. Would like to get a longer look at her to get her features right.. Any greans with a yellow patch on her wings around here you know? "

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

D'kar wolfs down the rest of his food, inhaling such like he was a starving man. He's quiet as he does so, listening to the others as they speak, glancing up at te occasional face to watch someone's expression, before he grabs his drink and washes it all down.

Quirin comes up the stairs, bottle in hand, only to stand there and look back down. "He better come up," he notes with a shake of his head to the newly arrived Kassandra.

J'sen shakes his head as he walks over, a bowl of stew and plate laden with bread, cheese and pickles in his other hand. "I'm not sure about Marienth, but I don't think Genevrath has a patch of yellow on her anywhere," he remarks, settling down in a seat nearby.

Kassandra saunters on up the stairs, and grins. "The bottle got him scared?" she quips, grinning cheerfully. J'sen's plate is eyed dubiously. "Pickles, J'sen? How can you -eat- those things?"

N'ait says, after a moment of curious pondering, "Merienth?" He furrows his brow, mouths the name, then turns to Drewyn, "I'm not sure, but Meriath might.. I'd have to check over it. Meriath or Sovinth, Rinell's green."

Tahayari follows after a moment's delay, looking quite reluctant and more than a bit displeased. "/Qui/rin." Whine, whine, whine. "This isn't fair." Tahayari allows himself to be muscled into the situation, however, only sparing a brief -- frightened? -- glance for the masses of people currently occupying the main cavern. "We could go somewhere else, you know," he suggests hopefully.

Kayla glances around the cavern, steaming mug now in hand. After a moment's look, she settles for a quiet table in a corner.

J'sen shrugs as he digs into his stew. "Whatever. It's not as if we have a green flying around her that isn't lovely. They're Istan after all. Not like some of those Fort greens. Scrawny things," he chuckles, lifting a hand to wave to Kass. "I /like/ pickles. If you weren't so picky, maybe you would, too."

"Nah, here's good," Quirin disputes. "There, you take a seat there, and I'll get the cups," he grins at the lordling because going to find those self-same cups. "What's not fair is how you won't even try to appreciate the gift I'm giving you..," he adds as he walks away.

Kassandra wrinkles up her nose. "Bleah. I'm not picky at all, J'sen, you should know that, but I do -not- like pickles." She makes a face, and gets herself a nice happy cup of klah. No pickles.

Tahayari flops himself into the indicated seat with the requisite amount of grumbling, crossing arms over chest and slouching in his seat. "I don't know why I let you convince me into this," he mutters before the vintner walks off, glowering at the alcohol atop the table. "I'm here, aren't I? Doesn't that count for anything?"

J'sen glances over towards Tahayari and Quirin with a bit of curiosity, but he doesn't ask. At the moment his mouth is fully occupied with dinner, so he simply watches.

"Nope," Quirin cheerfully replies, coming to the table with the cups in hand. Once there, he unstoppers the bottle and pours a generous amount into each cup. "Here," he notes to the lordling. "Drink this."

D'kar cracks his knuckles and blows out his breath, pleasantly full now. He doesn't seem particularly inclined to speak--but then again, is he ever? He simply leans his back to rest against the stone wall behind him, crosses his arms, and sets to watching the others, once in awhile glancing over at the meatrolls.

"No." Contrary to his words, Tahayari's fingers reach out and close about the cup. Sucker. "Why? Faranth, Quir - you haven't changed /any/." The unwilling teen sniffs suspiciously at the beverage, nose wrinkling. "It smells gross. Are you sure it's good?"

N'ait suddenly rolls with his usual bluerider agility out of his chair and dusts himself off, saying, lightly, "Well, time for me to head back up to my weyr for snatches of sleep and study. Again, Drewyn, it was nice meeting you, and, everyone, goodnight." He smiles, bowing lightly once more before he turns, on heel, and heads for the bowl.

Drewyn looks up and smiles, " Was nice meeting you too N'ait.."

Quirin shrugs at Yari's words, noting, "I'm positive it's good." Made it himself, did he. "And if you don't believe me, like I said, ask Kassandra.."

Kassandra just makes an expressive face at the pickles...until she hears her name. "Hmm? Wha? Oh--yeah, that stuff. It -is- good."

"You've had this? Certain it's good?" Tahayari turns his attention to Kassandra while posing his questions, suspicious. He sniffs again at his cupful and states, "It smells bad. Maybe this is a bad bottle."

To (various people), Serriena pages: You might or might not hear a scream of tortured pain come from the Infirmary muffled through the door.

N'ait disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Kassandra nods at Tayahari, even while heading for the door. "It's good," she affirms.
Kassandra disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

D'kar is on his feet in a flash, heading to the infirmary at the sound of..something.
D'kar slips in through the wooden door to the infirmary.

"You're being a wherry," Quirin points out. "I'm sure the stuff is good, just drink it..."

J'sen glances up at D'kar, more alerted by the bronzerider's dash out than anything from the infirmary. Thick stone walls, you know. He shrugs faintly, then glances back over to Tahayari and Quirin with an arched brow.

Tahayari's attention is tranfixed, reluctant or no, to vintner and cup, and the sounds from the infirmary don't appear to register with the young man. "I'm no wherry," he replies defensively. "I just want you to try it first. That's all."

Drewyn looks back down at his drawing and draws some more on it, looking towards the other conversation quietly

"Not a problem," Quirin grins, taking his cup and draining approxiamately half of it. He smirks as he lowers the cup from his lips and notes, "Now you."

J'sen finishes up his dinner rather quickly, then gathers up his dishes and carries them back to a bin. "It was nice to meet you Drewyn," he says as he passes by the table again. "I'm sure we'll run into each other often, though. And welcome to Ista." And with that, he strolls out, duty calling or somesuch thing.
J'sen disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Kayla sighs as she stands. Her gaze runs over the group before heading towards the lower caverns once more.
Kayla heads down the stairs, deeper into the Weyr.

"Me?" Tahayari squeaks. "But.." He heaves a dramatic sigh before raising the cup to his lips and taking the tiniest of sips. And then he gags. "Gross!"

Quirin rolls his eyes. "You know, I hope that father of yours isn't planning to marry you off Yari. You're still twelve in the head," he remarks, sipping his own drink.

Even though Tahayari professes to hate the stuff, he takes another tiny sip while he pretends to look hurt -- can't have Quirin thinking he's just a babe, now. Nevermind that he reddens once more at the other's last words. "I am not."

"Right. Which is why the ladies are following, you have to be prodded into drinking and you blush every other moment. I see nothing good came of /my/ leaving Igen, for you that is," Quirin remarks philosophically.

"What ladies?" Tahayari, startled, manages to look quite like a skittery runner. "I don't know what you're talking about." Right on cue, he bristles and flushes, adding, "I don't blush!" The mention of Quirin's leavetaking is met with a faint frown, and he sulkily adds, "I still don't understand why you had to go."

"Your 'honorable' father sent me away, that's why. Paid off my family, paid off Vintner," Quirin relates with a shrug. "Didn't like me hanging around you and Shai anymore..well, mostly Shai as it turns out, but it doesn't matter now."

"How come?" Tahayari's missed out on this bit of familial gossip, it seems. Peering down at the innards of his cup, he adds another query: "Do I have to drink all of this?"

Quirin snorts. "Aw, I shouldn't have wasted it on you," is Quirin's only reply. "You can nurse it if you like, or toss it. Myself, I should get something Vintnerly done. Well, besides drinking." Finally grinning again, he notes, "I'll hunt you up later, to be sure.
"
Drewyn streaches and looks down at his drawing, mumbling to himself. " Wish I knew who she belonged to."

Tahayari protests, "It's not wasted." As if to prove his words, the teen takes a rather large gulp of the brew -- and proceeds to gag horrifically. "See?" he manages. Throwing out a wave, he adds, "I'll see you later, then. Me, I'd best be off, too." To do what, he doesn't say; he'll probably end up in some dusty cavern out of the public eye.

Quirin doesn't doubt it. Stoppering the bottle again, he grins at the lordling. "Don't choke," he teases before waving and heading back the way he came.