Belena comes in through the narrow tunnel from the bowl.

Magmus strethches his tired limbs, contiuning to feed the ravenous hunger of his brown firelizard, who is currently perched on the hunters fore-arm (for easy access to the plate filled with meatrolls infront of him.

In traipses T'yari -- well, maybe he doesn't really traipse. In fact, the greenrider basically slinks in, wrinkling his nose at what he perceives to be a crowd gathered in the caverns. But he's got to eat sometime, so he makes for the food tables at the other end of the room, doing his best to stay alongside the wall.

Belena glides easily into the caverns, not long after her fellow greenrider. She pins her emerald gaze upon him and decides she's like some food too. "T'yari! How have you been. I haven't seen you since, well, since the night Serriena had her babies." Now that it's all over, the weyrlingmaster appears to be much more settled about the event.

T'yari's been spotted and identified, and so he abandons all hope of anonymity, pivoting instead to provide a rather weak smile for Belena. "Hey," he greets simply. He shrugs his shoulders, next, and answers, "I'm okay. Been...busy." Right. Busy. A small, faintly queasy grimace is made at the mention of Serriena and her children, and the greenrider nods once in favor of an answer as he finally comes to a halt in front of his destination.

Falina sighs softly and waves at the entering persons, then goes back to staring lazily at the half eaten breadroll on the table. She starts to smooth her hair back, but grimaces as her fingers get all tangled up in a knot.

Belena places a little downtrodden look on her face, "Oh, then I suppose, if you're so busy, you wouldn't be interested in...well, never mind. I won't bother you. Just eat and get back to what ever it was that you were so busy doing." She grabs a plate for herself and starts piling it with food. She waves to Falina, offering her a smile, "You seem rather distracted, Falina." She notes.

Ah, but now T'yari's interest has been aroused, and as he also snags a plate, he glances side-ways at Belena with his eyebrows quirked. "I'm not /that/ busy," he's quick to amend while dishing himself a helping of a rivergrain and wherry casserole. With a tone that borders on wheedling, the greenrider inquires, "Will you tell me...whatever it is?"

Falina sighs softly, and smiles half-way at Belena. "I'm always distracted lately," she replies. Which really doesn't do much to help explain /why/. Oh well. Breadroll is stared at a few moments longer, before she finally picks it up and tosses it toward the trash bin. She smirks softly as it disappears inside, and she now begins to stare at the pattern in the wood of the table.

Belena nods, a little twinkle in her eyes, "Oh, you're not that busy, huh?" She takes her plate and moves to join Falina, "If I tell you, you have to promise to come sit with me and drag information out of Falina. From the look in that stare, I'd be willing to bet it's something simply delicious."

"Well..." T'yari fumbles for the right answer and eventually resorts to busying himself with pouring himself a beverage instead. Although he heaves a quiet, suffering sigh, the greenrider does follow after Belena, unable to resist the lure of a good piece of information. "Better be good," comes his half-muttered comment.

Falina looks up at T'yari, then at Belena, back at T'yari, and finally settles on a point somewhere between the two. "It's absolutely horrible," she states flatly. "But of course /you/ wouldn't think so cause it's not happening to /you/, it's happening to /me./"

Magmus stretches, yawning slightly. He really was tired, and that short feline-nap prooved it. Jade and gold eyes blink as he asses his area, nodding to those assembled. Looks at his klah, which is now so cold it should be illegal to consume. "Hmm...how long was I sleeping Falina?" Scratches his head, trying to figure out how long he was asleep himself.

Belena nods, quite pleased with T'yari's response and then she turns a sympathetic eye on Falina, "Well, of course, dear. But we're your friends. The other part of sucking information out of you is that we're then obligated to help." Returning her attention to T'yari, she reveals the promised information, "I was wondering, since Shannen left and I've been promoted, it would seem we're in great need of a new Assistant Weyrlingmaster. I don't suppose you'd have time for such a job with your busy schedule but I'd like to offer it to you, anyway." Grin.

"Horrible?" T'yari peers over towards Falina as he hones in on a suitable seat and flops into it, carefully settling his dishes upon the tabletop. "I won't tell," he informs Falina by way of assurance; no promises for Nediath, though, who positively delights in all sorts of good stories. "What can be so horrible?" Then, attention slides back to Belena, and Yari sits stock-still, startled. "Me?" he finally manages to get out. "Me? But...why /me?/" After a small hesitation, he adds doubtfully, "Well, if you think I'd do okay..." So far, it hasn't crossed his mind that he might end up regretting it -- those sorts of people have to be in /public./ The horrors.

Falina looks over at Magmus, and blinks. "I haven't a clue," she replies rather bluntly. Attention once more upon Belena, she sorta smirks sideways. "Maybe so, but you can't do anything anyhow. So it doesn't matter whether you know or not." She looks at T'yari, blinks, then actually manages a slightly genuine smile. "Congratulations."

Belena grins, "I think you'll do just fine. Great, in fact. I think the position is just what you need. The next class is sure to be much smaller than yours, less stress for the both of us." She pulls a knot out of her pocket and hands it over, "For you."

"You think?" T'yari isn't quite so sure, but accepts the knot nonetheless, gaze sliding down to the tied bit of cord as he turns it over in his fingers, food forgotten. "Wow. Um. Thanks." The greenrider shoots another glance towards Falina, and he adds again with the beginnings of a pleased smile, "Thanks."

Magmus arches a brow, seeming to have woken up at a quite intresting time. A congratulatory nod is given to the new assistant weyrlingmaster, before he stands to stretch. "Hmm...You think this sorta occasion calls for celebration?" Just needed an excuse to sneak a bottle of wine, or two, out. A playfuly grin crosses his face, and remains present.

Belena turns to Magmus, a gleam in her eye, "I think you just said the secret word. Celebration it is. At least a bottle of nice wine will go well with the rest of our business tonight." And her green eyes settle on Falina, "Talk, girl. I'm interested."

Wine. Bad idea. You can be sure Lina won't touch it anyhow. She learned her lesson. And is still learning it, if you go by the remnants of gossip about the last time she got drunk... *ahem* Anyhow. "Perhaps I'll see if there's some fresh klah..." she comments, standing slowly. "And I know your interested...maybe I'll tell you later," she finally relents, if only half-way. She sighs, and heads for the serving table, looking through pitchers for any that might be even a little warm.

Magmus spins on his heels, heading over into the direction of the kitchens, an evil glint dominant in those mischievieous eyes of his. He looks specutively towards Falina, shrugging slightly.

Kinsarin walks in quietly, looking as though lost in thought. He quickly notes Falina, however, and then Belena. A look towards the latter looks a tad questioning, his eyes flickering toward the other girl meaningfully.

"It will?" T'yari almost squeaks, at that, eying Magmus and the wine he produces suspiciously. "I'll just stick to my juice, thanks," he quickly replies, reaching out to snag the glass he set down earlier. He peers after Falina, curious, sipping from his choice of beverages before adding, "I never really liked that stuff all that much."

Belena catches that look from Kinsarin and then shrugs, giving him that 'I don't know' look. She, unlike the other two riders, turns to Magmus with a great smile, "I'll have a drink with you."

Falina misses all the 'looks' that might concern her between Belena and Kinsarin, as she manages to find some lukewarm klah, which aparently is just fine. She pours a mug, turns around, and then brightly slightly as she spots Kinsarin, "Oh....Hey Kinsarin.." she greets as she approaches her chair to sit back down.

Seeing that Belena isn't going to give him any advice, Kin turns to Falina and grins at her. He makes his way to a chair near hers and sits. "How've you been?" he asks with a smile.

Magmus hums innocently as he returns, two noticeable bulges in his shirt. One of the kitchen crews would have to be totally blind or incompetent to /not/ notice him. He promptly displays two crisp green-hued bottles, filled and un-opened. "That was almost to easy..?" Grins slightly, placing the bottles on the occupied table.

T'yari directs his attention to his meal for the first time, scooting closer to the table and picking up his fork. The knot is carefully set upon the table, out of the way of any errant splatters; T'yari's not quite ready to afix it to his shoulder, yet. Between bites, the greenrider glances towards Magmus, half-shocked expression settling into place. "Did you /steal/ those?" he inquires suspiciously.

Serriena is holding only one baby in her arms today. Mired down usually by the triplets, her arms look rather empty only holding one baby. Still she carries a small baby wrapped in a pink blanket over to the serving tables. It's a onehanded job as first she selects a plate and puts it down. Then food is chosen carefully, all without disturbing the small infant with her. After setting the plate at another table, she goes back for a drink.

Belena appraises the bottles with a learned eye and then nods approvingly, "Excelent. If you did have to filch them, don't worry. I've still got my connections in the kitchens." Wink.

Magmus chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "Steal..is such a...strong word. I prefer to call it 'borrowing, but never returning' I'm sure they won't mind, they just nagged me the last time I 'borrowed' a bottle." Grins slightly. He really wouldn't steal...but, by his definition, what exactly is?

Falina looks at Kinsarin, then shrugs. "Okay, I suppose..." she eyes Magmus for a moment, then shakes her head before she says anything. Eyes alight upon Serri, and she actually /smiles/. Yep. She hasn't had a chance to see much of Serri...or her new triplets...lately.. "Hello Serri," she calls softly in that direction.

Magmus heads off back to the head table, eyeing a few glasses. "Hmm..I'll go get those glasses over there..why doesn't someone do the honors of opening the bottles?" Hums cheerfully, taking brisk strides towards the table.

T'yari isn't quite so convinced, skepticism settling across his features. "Well..." The young man desists from further commentary, returning his attention to what remains on his plate instead.

"Hello Falina," Serriena grins. She pushes a lock of blond hair behind her ear and quickly picks up the fork to start to eat. "Be quiet for just a little while okay Jorrien?" She forks a bite of food, placing it in her mouth to eat. As if on cue, the baby starts to make noise, just a small sort of "ahh ehh." sound. Not yet a cry.

Kinsarin blinks at Magmus. "I would still have to call it stealing," he says quietlym trying to be at least mostly inconspicious. "Hm... Anything you want to do, Falina?" he asks her, turning towards her. "Other than hang around things that might... Well, tempt you?"

Belena hops up, "I'll do the honors!" She takes a bottle and an opener and in a moment, the first bottle is uncorked in one easy, professional movement. "Shall we start with one and then open the other when this is gone or shall we just open them both and each have one to ourselves?"

Magmus flashes a playful grin back to Kinsarin. "Oh, it isn't though..I mean, why have wine if no one is going to acually /drink/ it. The bottles are pretty to look at, but.." Trails off, grabbing a few glasses. Carefully, very carefully, the hunter brings them back and places them beside the bottles. "There, all ready. I think I'll pass tonight, my skin still aches from the sun, and I don't need to feel two types of pain tomorrow morning." Chuckles slightly, opting instead for klah.

Falina shrugs a little bit. "What tempting?" she wrinkles her nose at Kinsarin. "I don't think I'll ever touch wine again." She raises an eyebrow, "And if I judged right the other night, I would think you'd feel the same." She then turns back to Serri and smiles, "He's cute," she comments, even when the little one starts to act like he's going to cry.

Belena sighs, "Well, if no one will have a drink with me." She eyes the bottle she opened and shrugs, "Can't let good wine go to waste, can I?" And promptly pours herself a glass.

"Just you, Belena?" the seated greenrider inquires, faintly amused. T'yari then glances towards Falina with a querying look, and he can't help but attempt to pry out the reasons for her statement. "Why not?" Other than the horrible taste, that is.

Kinsarin hms softly at Falina, then glances at T'yari. "It's... It's a personal thing," he says in a deflectionary tone. "Don't worry about it, it's not really all that important anyway," he states.

Magmus grabs the cold pitcher of klah from earlier, pouring himself a mug. Strange, but, he seems to like it. He eyes the wine specutively, but shakes his head. That feeling which he usually has the next morning is definately not worth it, and is quite evident...this time, at least. "Hmm..anyone want some cold klah?" Chuckles slightly, noticing the pitcher has been at his table since earlier this morning.

Falina smirks softly and shakes her head a little. "Well, I don't really feel like being sick in the morning," she rolls her eyes slightly, "Besides, the junk those healer's make you drink when you do is /gross/." SHe wrinkles her nose, and drinks her klah instead.

T'yari is deflated and utterly embarrassed; red already begins to suffuse the bashful greenrider's cheeks, and he ducks his head, mumbling an apology as he concentrates on his food, instead. "Oh. Sorry."

"Thank you," Serriena's smile is small but brief. Dinner is abandoned before it even starts as she attempts to comfort her child before he can begin to cry. She looks exactly like a new mother of three should. Harrassed and unkempt. "Are you wet again?" Serriena automatically checks the first source of a baby's discomfort.

Kinsarin looks over at Falina, his eyes looking into hers, his gaze searching her for something... He's probably recently heard the saying that the eyes are the window to the soul.

Getting up from the table, Serriena decides to take Jorrien outside to relax him in the night air.
Serriena disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Belena takes her glass of wine and nods to T'yari, "Thank you for doing me the honor of joining my staff." She glances out, "Now I've got to go tend to a number of other things." She sighs and heads out.
Belena disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Falina blinks a little and peers over at Kinsarin. She raises an eyebrow slightly, nothing more than a little bit of depression revealed, for all the poor man's searching. "Something wrong?" she wonders. Whoever said that the eyes were the windows to the soul were wrong.

Kinsarin gives a soft sigh, his mission complete and no new facts uncovered. "No... Well, yes, but no... Oh, scorch it, Falina... Can we go talk somewhere?" he asks.

Falina blinks a little bit, then sighs softly. "I suppose so..." she shrugs, and leaves her half-cold klah on the table as she stands slowly, "Where to?"

T'yari, meanwhile, does his best to get over his reddened cheeks -- he never really learned how to control his profuse blushing -- and return his complete attention to the remnant of his food. A glance is slanted towards Falina and Kinsarin as they begin to take their leave, and Yari offers a small, tight smile. "See you later."