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*> Tiarnath furls her Champagne and Pearl Gold wings slightly, backwinging to a slow, but graceful landing, hindmuscles absorbing the impact with ease. With a modicum of fuss and stirred dust, she settles with a rustle of wings, warbling an exuberant greeting to those close by.

*> Synopsis: F'loran, Leonette, and Aithne are all sitting around watching Kesath give Araneth a fish.

*> Aithne glances over to offer Leo a wave, "Come and join us?" She calls over, "Araneth is learning the wonder that is fish." The dragon takes a small tentative bite, considering the taste carefully.

Telinda unclips herself from her straps, and peels off flying gear, running fingers through sweat-dampened hair, "Afternoon" she calls, lifting her leg over Tiarnath's neck.

You jump down off of Tiarnath with lithe grace, the Champagne and Pearl Gold nudging your hip playfully as you reach the ground.

Leonette grins and wanders over closer to Aithne and F'loran, then offering a wave to Telinda.

Two Golds? Well, now... Kesath must be having a very lucky day. He cranes his neck over to regard the recently-arrived Tiarnath, issuing forth a soft little croon to her as well. F'loran, on the other hand, can be heard to whisper a soft, "Oh shells.. Not another.." Grin.

Aithne looks up, her smile warming her face, "Good Afternoon!" She calls over. "How are you doing?"

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth emerges from between and rumbles a greeting. He asks lightly, << Where is your rider? >>

Telinda looks about as happy as a rainstorm, but she does nod to the various people, and try a smile, though it's more grimace than smile. "Tiarnath's doing fine" she answers, ignoring telling people exactly how she feels. "Good day to you, Kesath, F'loran, Araneth, Aithne, Leonette" she adds, nodding to each one in turn.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath affects an innocent tone, << My rider? >>

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << Yes. Telinda. Kat would like to see her and Katelin. >>

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << We only have a short time. >> Is his tone a trifle evasive? << We came so he could see them. >>

F'loran nods right back to the Weyrwoman. "Good day," he calls out in return, smiling a little bit. At that he falls silent, though, going back to the ever-amusing sight of Araneth's first encounter with a fish.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath isn't giving away anything either, << Katelin's in the nursery. Telinda's in a bad mood. It's probably best if your rider didn't see her like this. >>

Aithne winces slightly at her expression, "That is good to hear, at any rate." Araneth seems to have decided that she likes this new type of food, for the rest has simply disappeared into her maw.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth is surprised. << Because of - >> and then some self preservation kicks in and the rest of that thought is squashed. << Kat asks, please? >>

Tiarnath peeks over the heads of everyone to peer at the fish, then croons plantively at Telinda, craning her neck towards her straps. "Alright, Tia" Telinda remarks, "I'll take the sharding things off. Be patient." Frown descends, clouding Telinda's expression further, "What *is* she doing, Aithne?"

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath pauses, as if trying to decide << She's on the beach. The small water beach >> the lake that is.

K'tor strides over from the lakeside meadow.

Leonette smiles at Telinda, "Hello" she says, then looks over at the fish-eating dragon again, and grins.

K'tor comes in, yanking off his jacket, already perspiring. "Faranth knees, it's much hotter here." The Telgar knot is rather prominantly displayed on his shoulder. And a curious addition seems to be attached to his ear.

"Eating a fish." Aithne explains, "She's never had one before." She pauses as a thought occurs to her, "They won't hurt her, will they?" She peers at K'tor but doesn't say a word.

Leonette gives K'tor a look, and after a moment, she gives him a little wave.

Telinda shakes her head, "Absolutely not. Meat is meat, Aithne, and if she can eat it, then that's fine. Not all dragons like fish though, so be warned." Tiarnath warbles at K'tor's entrance, swinging her head around as her lifemate tries to remove her straps and whuffling the bronzerider affectionately, which of course earns her another scowl, "Stop that you wretched dragon!" the goldrider snaps, a quick, curious look going over her shoulder, "K'tor" she says simply.

F'loran's smile has long since vanished - his face now wrinkled up in thought. At length, he stands, and wanders over to Kesath again. "Kesath, we're leaving.." he says rather suddenly. "Back to the weyr.. We gotta get your straps on." Kesath cranes his neck down at his lifemate, and creels his objection. F'loran's not stupid, though (not right now, anyway). The last thing he wants to do is upset Joslyn again.. Fol shakes his head firmly. "No. We're going. Now." Still objecting, the Brown does as he's told nonetheless, kneeling down before he takes to the air...

Kesath soars to the open sky above.

In the southern sky, Kesath flies over from the white sands of the lake.

F'loran smiles to everyone gathered on the beach, and offers a bit of a wave. "Sorry to run like this.. I'll see you all later, though." Smile. He turns to leave.

Aithne blinks in bemusement, "Take care, F'loran.". Araneth crooning sadly as she pads over to Aithne and settles back down.

K'tor smiles to Leonette and Aithne, carelessly dropping his jacket in the sand. "Evening all, or is it afternoon still? The time changes are beginning to get to me..." He trails off, arching eyebrows at Kesath's departure, and reaching out automatically to soothe Tiarnath's eyeridges. "I've scrolls for you and Cecily, F'loran. I'll make sure to leave them." Now that everyone else is out of the way, he turns to face Telinda, "Hello, Weyrwoman."

Leonette waves at F'loran, "Bye!"

F'loran nods to K'tor. "Thank you, Weyrsecond," he says with a slight smile. And, with that, he's gone.

F'loran walks toward the lakeside meadow.

Telinda blinks, and looks back over her shoulder, coiling the straps over her shoulder, "Weyrsecond. I trust your time at Telgar has been productive?" she asks, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Nose wrinkles at the earing, but nothing is said. Yet.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath rumbles, and there's a more sensuous quality to her mindvoice << Where are you, Albanth? >>

K'tor pauses, his mouth literally open. One hand reaches up to absently tug on the newest addition to his wardrobe. "It has, yes. I'm expected back for drills with the new Weyrleader this evening." He clears his throat and offers, "Leonette, Aithne, how're you tonight?"

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth croons quietly, << In the meadow. >> A pause, and he asks a trifle warily, << Why? >>

Leonette smiles, "Just fine." though she does give an interested look at his earring.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath warbles, << My hide is just a little too bright. Will you come shade me? >>

Telinda scowls, even further, an impending storm threatening, looming out on the horizon. "Nice earing, makes you look even more like K'laarn."

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth is a trifle reluctant for as long as it takes to look through his mate's eyes. Then Hannenth and Daelyth and their resulting failures are forgotten. << I will be right there. It is very warm here after the cold of Telgar. >>

Albanth lumbers over from the lakeside meadow.

K'tor arches his eyebrows. "It was a gift from J'lyn." Visably a trifle uncomfortable, the bronzer asks, "Does K'laarn have one? I never noticed." A look is thrown to Leonette and Aithne, clearly pleading for help.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath croons, low and soft. Is there a flirtatious note to her voice? << There are more warm things in the south, than in the north. Or have you never noticed? >>

Tiarnath lifts her head, craning around to see the bronze, and warbling brightly at him.

Albanth marches his bulk right up to Tiarnath, and extends a wing solicitously over her. He settles comfortably, and croons quietly.

Leonette is very careful to think about what she says before she says it. After all, she doesn't want the stormy look directed at her! "It's very...nice...K'tor..." she says, hesitantly.

Aithne seems trapped between wanting to be polite by responding to the question and somehow raising Telinda's ire or attention. The stormcloud seems to have been recognized for what it is. "How are you liking Telgar?" She asks after a long moment.

Telinda wrinkles her nose, "Gift. Sure. Is that what they're calling it these days?" Look is cast to Leonette, and a smile of approval is given, before the goldrider glances back to the Weyrsecond.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth rumbles, thawing himself. << I had noticed. And you are much nicer than Daelyth. >> He pauses and then asks, << Is Telinda angry about Lorieth's rider? >>

Leonette smiles back at Telinda, before looking at K'tor. "Yeah...what she said" she says, guesturing at Aithne.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath snorts, not enjoying being compared to another gold. << Of course, I am Tiarnath. Telinda, she is mad at many things. Including herself. >>

Tiarnath hunkers down under that wing, crooning her thanks to Albanth.

K'tor actually blushes bright red at Telinda's snide question. He clears his throat and looks to Aithne, "It's all right. I miss home." A glance is darted sideways to his weyrmate. "And everyone here. It's been hard work, and a few surprises." He hedges faintly.

Telinda's patience just ran out, or so it seems, and the cloud darkens. She storms across the beach towards the bronzerider, raising her hand and putting her arm behind the slap (and not a punch, that surely means something) that connects to K'tor's cheek. But then, a blink of an eye later, her lips seem connected to his.

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << He feels bad. But Lorieth's rider is a good man. >> Man? And Kat?!? << He was angry but we so very nearly had Telgar! >> He rumbles discontently, and then shifts his wing to channel a breeze down over your hide. << But we are here now. And he does not want to return. >>

Leonette blinks and just kind of stares at Telinda and K'tor, giving Aithne a kind of look that says, 'what is that all about?'

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath snorts << Telgar is nothing >> is all she says for now.

K'tor reels for a moment, clearly confused, both by slap and kiss. Though arms end up around the Weyrwoman, likely as much for balance as to keep a matching handprint from showing on his other cheek. For the moment, he is far more interested in the kiss than anything else, though he finally breaks it when Telinda lets him get his breath back. Not caring who hears he murmurs, "I missed you." And then, louder, teasing, "Your aim's getting better, Tel."

Aithne's look clearly speaks to her cluelessness. She seems to be trying not to stare opening at the pair, but she is being far less than subtle.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth agrees. << Telgar is nothing. Though why we have to go back.... >> The bronze trails off, wheedling faintly.

Leonette doesn't even try to conceal her staring (she's not subtle enough anyhow). Finding that Aithne knows nothing about it, she just continues to stare...

Telinda snorts, "I wasn't trying to knock your teeth out you fool, and I'm still mad, so don't think I'm not!" She steps back from the bronzerider, but not too far, and scowls at the staring, "You never seen someone kiss a man before?" she asks.

Leonette eeps, and just stutters, "Well...uh...yeah...but...uh..." finally she decides to shut up before it gets her into trouble, and looks out at the water, stealing curious glances at Telinda and K'tor from time to time.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath seems a little mollified by that remark, << You have to go back because of me. >>

K'tor blurts, "It just happened, Tel. You know what it's like after a flight..." Then he bites his lower lip.

"But not accompanied by a slap." Aithne points out after a moment. "And usually, I thought a kiss was accompanied by a smile. Or something." She adds after a brief pause.

Telinda narrows her eyes, "Oh, I know all too well, Kat, all too well." She shrugs, the cloud darkening her expression once more, "But" a shake of her head, and a wave of her hand. She's not going to discuss it further. Trust Aithne to point out the obvious, and that earns her a scowl, hands rub the hairs on her arms down, nervously almost.

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << Because you order us to, yes. >>

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath warbles happily << Oh, that? No, Telinda asked me too. I always do as she asks. I got to play in a muddy puddle because of that one! >> Bribery? Like Tia cares!

K'tor flushes faintly, and looks to Aithne and Leonette. Then back to Telinda. "Like there was much I could do about it? He *had* her, Telinda. He had her in his wings - do you *know* how frustrating that is?" He strives to keep his tone even. "And no, J'lyn isn't someone I would have preferred to be with."

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << Telinda asked you to send us away? >> The bronze is honestly distressed. << She does not want Kat near any more? >>

Telinda's jaw sets, a hard line, and there, there's the Weyrwoman face that comes descending down to cloud and filter out all emotions, "Oh, I'm sure it was frustrating for you both. But Albanth is a strong bronze. He'll eventually get himself a gold." Eyebrow quirks, "Ah, a Weyrsecond to Weyrsecond communication. Lovely. Well, I hope you had fun!"

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath ponders for a moment, going distant and you might get the feeling there's a soothing of emotions going on between her and her rider, then she's back. << Well, it's complicated. Promise not to tell K'tor? >>

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth is curious. << I will promise because you ask. >>

K'tor flushes faintly and says a trifle hotly, "He was more mature about it than you're currently being." Then he takes a deep breath and spreads his hands. "I don't want to fight. I can understand you're upset, Telinda, but I'd rather talk than shoot barbs at you all evening." He looks to Aithne and Leonette again. A little help here? Please?

Tiarnath> I bespoke Albanth with << She doesn't want you to win my flight. >> Simple eh? << She sees that it'll ruin her relationship with K'tor. Too much like Rnayth's rider >> who she won't even name right now << And now he has an earing. Like Rnayth's rider. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth is silent for a few moments. << He has it as a gift from Lorieth's rider. To remember him by when He returns home. Lorieth's rider would like Him to stay. And He is curious, but would rather be here with Telinda. >> He pauses and then says, << And I am as strong as Rnayth. >>

Aithne is just blinking blankly at the pair, finally she seems to grab a clue. She pauses as she tries to put her thoughts into words that won't get her seriously injured. "Telinda. I thought a flight was the one time when our dragons took total control."

Leonette looks over at K'tor, but really can't find anything helpful to say, so she says, "At least she didn't punch you in the jaw?" she shrugs, smiling at Aithne as she actually comes up with something relevant...

Telinda mumbles under her breath, "I am *mature*!" Well, personal opinion, anyway. A sigh is directed towards Aithne, "Well, yes, and no, and yes!" She shrugs, one shoulder rising then sagging lower than the other, "He didn't win the flight!" Mumble, mumble, "Thank Faranth" mumble mumble. "He just slept his frustration off with another man, instead of me! Me?! I mean, how could he?" she asks, turning to face K'tor, "Am I that repulsive?!"

K'tor shakes his head at Telinda. "You know you're not. I was staying *away* from women and trying to forget what Daelyth felt like. Those sharding *winds*!" His jaw clenches, and he says "It just *happened*. And I'm not about to be ashamed of it, no matter what you say." His chin comes up, and he mutters half under his breath to Leonette, "Might be easier if she had. At least if she knocked me out, she'd let me stay."

Aithne's lips round into an 'O' of understanding. "But right after a flight, could K'tor made it back to you? Remember that last flight when he collapsed on the beach, because he did try to get back to you?"

Leonette oohs and nods at Aithne, shutting her mouth on whatever it was she was about to say, and replacing it with, "Yeah! And you got mad at him!"

Baelen walks over from the lakeside meadow.

Albanth croons quietly to Tiarnath, angling down the spar of the wing that shades her head from the sun. The result generates a breeze. If he's contrite for getting his rider into this predicament, it does not show.

Baelen walks briskly onto the beach, spotting the Weyrwoman and approaching her right away - obviously, he was expecting her presence. "Weyrwoman." He has a few hides tucked neatly under her arm, as well.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth says firmly, << I will chase. I will try to beat the others that would have you. But what will ruin their being together is Telinda shutting Him out. He loves Her. And He feels very guilty about Lorieth's rider. >. The bronze obviously doesn't understand the guilt, but reports it faithfully.

Telinda wrinkles her nose, "I'm *not* letting you stay, K'tor. Not now. I *can't*" she states with an amount of vehemence. A nose wrinkle goes to Aithne, "Men! Take my advice stay away from them!" Look is cast to Baelen. And here's another. "Steward?"

Baelen seems unperturbed by Telinda's words as he proffers the hides so carefully tucked under one arm to the Weyrwoman, "Here are those reports, ma'am. I was correct - the rider, Freyia, managed to steal them from me."

K'tor looks ready to explode, but check himself, instead turning to Baelen as well. "Evening, Baelen." He darts a look at Aithne and Leonette, obvioulsy seething.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Albanth with << He's curious, but wants to be with *my* Telinda? I don't see how that would work. I won't let it! >> She snorts, << And you can't chase if you aren't here. That's the idea. >> >>

Aithne looks fairly confused as she peers between the two, this is just not quite fitting into any pattern Aithne recognizes.

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << He would rather be with *our* Telinda. But He cannot be if She will not allow Him too. >> He pauses and adds, << Besides, Lorieth's rider satisfied most of His curiousity. He was not at all uncomfortable. >>

"Confuse, them, Baelen, I'm sure Freyia wouldn't steal them on purpose" Telinda remarks, taking the hides and giving them a quick, cursory glance over. A nod, a tilt of her head, then another nod, "This seems much better."

Leonette almost seems to shrink as she sees K'tor's look. Suddenly, she realizes she's got something to do, "Uh...I gotta go...see y'all..." and with that she heads off.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath is obviously going to stick at this one << She's *my* Telinda, and noone else is having her. >> So there! << They can share, but she's *mine*! >> is followed with a snort, and then, << Your Kat doesn't want you to win my flight either. He's said so. Or sort of. >>

Baelen nods firmly - yes. Of course they're much better. He did these himself, after all. "Well, Weyrwoman - she admitted as much, when I confronted her. I'd like permission to punish her, if I may." He glances over at L'mir at the seething look, and all, and answers his words with a little nod. Yawn.

Aithne isn't really paying attention to K'tor, her gaze resting speculatively on Telinda for a few moments as she taps her lips thoughtfully.

Telinda quirks an eyebrow at Baelen, though a look, with a great deal of passion, goes towards K'tor. She might not say it, but she really doesn't need to. "Well, Baelen" she starts, "What did you have in mind? It's not our job to punish the fighting riders, but perhaps we can ask the indulgence of the Weyrleader?"

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth's tone is impassive. << What Kat wants is immaterial. You will fly. You will call. And I will be there to follow. >> He pauses and then says, << He has had Her before. And they both enjoyed it. >> Cannily, he reminds you of just that, images and feelings drawn from his rider's memories. And under this, the subtle glimpses of you seen when playing tag.

In the southern sky, Brielth flies over from the Southwestern Weyrs.

In the southern sky, Brielth disappears into Between.

K'tor remains silent, jaw tight. Finally he offers, "I've some suggestions, if you wish. Though at this point, I'm technically a visiting rider."

Baelen nods his head slowly, "Yes. I would have done it myself, if I'd thought I had the ability to do so. What she did was serious, Weyrwoman. These reports are very important for the Weyr." He pauses thoughtfully, "What sort of embarassing punishments are acceptable for riders?"

Baelen glances at K'tor, and looks him up and down critically. Finally, he offers, "Yes. That might help. Telgar, right? Congradulations on the transfer."

K'tor's expression becomes nearly as black as Telinda's at those words, though he contents himself with a nod to Baelen. Another look, this one a trifle more mild, goes to Aithne, along with a lift to one eyebrow.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath brushes those aside, but does add the image of her outflying you. << The past no longer matters. You have still yet to catch a gold, Albanth. Close, is not close enough. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth rumbles softly. << Yes. It is not. I learned that with Daelyth. >>

Telinda's lips twitch into a somewhat evil smile, "We could recommend that she file and sort the entire record room in her spare time, Baelen. Would that suit?"

Aithne's jaw drops for a brief moment before she asks. "Transfer? Its a permanent move?" Her eyes narrow thoughtfully at Telinda. "Fascinating." She murmers almost to herself.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Albanth with << And I am not an easy gold to catch. >>

Baelen nods his head at Telinda, despite the dauntingness of the task. "Yes. Yes...I believe that'd work out just fine. And it's quite fitting."

K'tor clears his throat and, rather than point out that the Weyrwoman just ignored his offer of suggestions, looks to Aithne, "It's appearing that way at this time, yes."

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << Of course not. Or you would not be senior. >>

Telinda casts a look over her shoulder, sapphire darkening as her eyes narrow, "It won't be for long, K'tor. Just another sevenday. At most. And then everything will be fine. Again." Or whatever. She nods back to Baelen, "Well, I'll convey that to the Weyrleader. Perhaps you'd like to pass along the suggestion to Freyia when you see her next? And if she has a problem, get her to speak to K'laarn or myself?"

Baelen can't help but let out a small, almost evil little smile, and gives the Weyrwoman a nod, "Yes. I'd be more than happy to deliver that message, ma'am."

Aithne and Araneth turn to peer at Albaneth almost as one. Telinda's words draw the pair back to Telinda, Aithne asking curiously, "What happens in another sevenday?"

K'tor says evenly, "It won't be, Telinda, and I'd like to talk to you about it, when you have time."

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath croons, her tone soft, soothing, as she wraps her thoughts around yours, just because she can.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth's thought of drills and of leaving utterly leave his mind and he rumbles, sharing with you the sights and sounds of Telgar. Including the hailstorm that heralded his arrival, and the feel of the strong, caprecious northern winds under his sails.

Telinda grins at Baelen, "And let me know how it goes, eh? It's a little dusty in the records room, about time it was cleaned. Make sure she gets that spinner web on the top shelf too. She might as well whilst she's in there." Glance is directed back to K'tor, her attention clouding, and a hand raising to push back her hair, "Too hot!" she adds, loosening her top some, and then wrinkling her nose at the bronzerider, "You can't have..err, time, I always have time for you, darlin'!"

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath scrubs out that image, and imposes her own of Southern's skies, the sparkling blue ocean spreading out into the distance, and the white beaches caressing the jungle-laden grounds of Southern. << Home. >>

K'tor's eyes flicker, a confused look crossing his features, and momentarily pushing away the anger. "Time?" He looks to Baelen and Aithne, confused, "Now?"

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth croons, not as concerned with the images as he is with feeling your presence, overwhelming as it is. So he, like his rider, has a hedonsitic side. << Yes. Home. >> He adds your image in the skies, blinding past the sun.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath ponders that image, for a heartbeat or two, and then adds in a lot of bronzes and browns that spread out like the ribbons on a child's kite from behind that golden form, << My hide is so beautiful when it glows like that. Don't you think so, Albanth? >>

Baelen nods slowly, "Yes. Of course. I'll make sure she cleans everything, Weyrwoman. Trust me." He cocks his head to one side, regarding Telinda curiously, and decides to press on, "I must appologise, as well, for being unable to make the picnic with you the other day. Several things came up."

"Now?" Aithne asks, her confusion rather apparent. She blinks at the change in Telinda. "Umm." She notes eloquently before falling silent.

K'tor frowns faintly at Baelen. "Picnic? What picnic?"

Telinda waves a hand at K'tor, "Oh sure, sweetheart, always have time for your sexy butt!" Look, an appraising one, is cast to Baelen, "Well, perhaps tomorrow? We'll go swimming or something, eh?"

Baelen frowns slightly at that, looking confused, and finally says, "...very well. If you'd like to. Now that the reports are turned in, I suppose I could free up the time." He glances at K'tor, and favors him an eloquent shrug.

K'tor demands to Telinda, "What picnic."

Leonette walks over from the lakeside meadow.

"Picnic. You know?" Telinda says to the bronzerider, "Food, meatrolls, pleasant company. The beach. A blanket. Surely you remember a picnic? Don't they have those in Telgar?" she asks, her tone soft, sibilant even, and is she standing differently? Maybe.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth rumbles, and then inserts himself in front of all those others. Let them be there, but they are inferior and not worthy of her. << Your hide is always beautiful. Not only when you glow. >>

Aithne blinks at K'tor before pointing out, "Even Weyrwomen are allowed picnics." Telinda's tone garnishing her attention, the pieces slowly falling into place.

K'tor scowls faintly, "Telinda, if you're trying to make me jealous, it's not going to work." Really. Honest. No matter how he's now bristling at Baelen. He pauses and then asks bluntly, "Do you still want to be my weyrmate, Telinda?" Aithne gets a scowl as well - apparently Telinda's bad mood from earlier was transferred somehow to the bronzer.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath contemplates that picture, and seems satisfied with it, almost. A mental adjustment is made, and her form is pushed further ahead of the 'males'. << There. I'm glad my hide is pretty. Telinda spent a long time oiling me this morning. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth observes, << Not merely pretty. Beautiful. Brighter than the sun, and far more lovely. >>

Baelen raises an eyebrow at K'tor - one of those long, black ones he's got, you know, on his face. He glances at Telinda, then, and follows the raised brow up with a little frown. Weird. They're all acting weird. He turns to Aithne, seeing as she's acting...well, semi-normal, at least. For a rider. "Good evening, Weyrling."

Aithne seems to be going for a record in scowl-garnishment. She mutters something about pots and kettles before she returns Baelen a quick smile, "Good Evening."

Telinda wrinkles her nose, "You bronzers are just so typical! First it's ok for you to go off and sleep with, what-his-face, *and* get an earing!" At that, hand reaches up, touches her earlobe, and there's a scowl. Backs are removed and her earings are shoved into a pocket. "But it's not ok for me to have a picnic with Baelen?" Sensuous smile lights up her eyes, "Do you *want* me, K'tor?" and by her phrasing, multiple meanings are insinuated in that one word.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Albanth with << This is good. You may continue. >>

K'tor half growls, "I never said it was okay-" He breaks off, and with an effort gets control of his impulses, hands clenching into fists at his side with the effort. "It's not the picnic I'm concerned about. And you know I do, Telinda. Do you want me to beg?"

Leonette walks in, starts to turn around, then continues on in toward Aithne, "Hello" she says as she watches K'tor and Telinda.

Aithne umms before looking at Araneth, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of rose. "I need to feed Araneth or something." She explains before she pads out. Araneth just rumbles in confusion as she pads after her lifemate.

Telinda giggles, her head tilting back a little, and then she's walking, no swaying towards K'tor, "Not yet" she replies, "You can beg later if you want though!" she adds, a hand reaching to caress the line of his shoulders, before a finger traces a line down the spine.

Aithne walks toward the lakeside meadow.

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << Why should I waste words? They do not compare to your beauty. It is all simply hot air, too inadequate to describe you. >> Is he teasing? It's always so hard to tell. He pauses and then adds slyly, << Or is that what you wish? >>

Araneth moves towards the lakeside meadow.

Baelen glances after Aithne, and nods his head slowly, "Yes...I suppose I should do some feeding of something, as well." He turns, and begins heading out.

Tiarnath> I bespoke Albanth with << Words, or thoughts, it does not matter so long as you think I am beautiful. >>

K'tor tosses an angry, helpless look at the retreating weyrling and steward. Then he looks at Leonette, holding himself still despite Telinda's teasing. "So public humiliation is not on the agenda for today?"

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << How could I not? It goes against all logic. >>

Leonette watches as Aithne, then Baelen leaves, then looks at K'tor, and says, "I sure hope not..."

Telinda shakes her head, leaning forward now that she's behind the Weyrsecond, her breath warm against his neck, "Not for now, I'll save the begging for later. I have use for those knees, but not here." And then, she's stepping away, "Tiarnath, sweetheart, behave yourself. I need to go change into something lighter, I'm being strangled by these clothes."

Tiarnath> I bespoke Albanth with << Well, one would hope so. >>

K'tor clears his throat, rather distracted by his weyrmate. "Do you, ah, need any help, Tel?"

Baelen walks toward the lakeside meadow.

Leonette decides that it's a really good time to go fix all that...stuff...she was planning on doing. So with a wave she heads off.

Telinda shakes her head at K'tor, "Not unless you feel a pressing need to see me naked, my love, no!" She grins, a kiss planted on his neck before she steps back, "You should check in with the wings, then go back to Telgar." Blink. Frown. "Yes, go back to Telgar. You *have* to go back to Telgar. Umm. Now. Yes. Soon. Right away."

K'tor clears his throat. "If there's a chance of seeing you naked, I'm not going anywhere." He seems rather oblivious that everyone else has fled the beach, turning around to face Telinda.

Kayjay strides over from the lakeside meadow.

Kayjay walks toward the beach near the Waterfall.

Telinda pokes K'tor firmly in the chest, taking one, then two steps backwards, "Go back to Telgar. You *need* to go back to Telgar." Thoughts ransacked in a brief moment of lucidity, she remarks, "Go talk to J'lyn, he needs you!" Nothing about her needs!

K'tor scowls. "Are you telling me to go back and sleep with J'lyn!?"

Telinda shakes her head, nods, then shakes her head again. "Uh, no, yes, no, umm, whatever. Just go back to Telgar" she forces out, squeezing her fists together.

K'tor shakes his head stubbornly. "I need you to tell me, Telinda. I need to hear it, yes or no. Are we still weyrmates?" His jaw locks after the words, tightening and giving no clue to his emotions.

Is that a step forward that Telinda took? Definitely. And there's another, and another, and yet another, and then she seems to be throwing herself at K'tor, "Yes, yes, yes" she murmurs hotly.

K'tor's arms close about her and he buries his face in her hair. "Then I don't have to go back right away. We'll be back there on time. I promise."

Telinda's fingernail reaches out, flicking that new decoration of K'tor's gently, and then a hand is bunching in the flight gear that remains on in this hot weather, pulling his face towards hers.

K'tor has no resistance in mind, steering her roughly to the hollow between Tiarnath and Albanth. "Now?" His tone is a trifle breathless.

Telinda nods, "Now. Here. Right now!" she demands. A somewhat different Telinda -- voice the same, but some sultry, body movements the same, but more sensuous. "I don't care who else sees!"

K'tor mumbles something that sounds vaguely like 'You will in the morning'. But he's not about to argue. Instead, he picks her up, forcably taking her into the small hollow between the dragons. As he pushes her against Tiarnath's hide, finding her mouth for a kiss, Albanth rather obligingly curls to complete the circle between himself and Tiarnath, that wing shading over the scene and the gold both.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath croons thoughtfully, << They *fit* >> is her only comment.

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Tiarnath with << Of course they do. It is the right thing for them both. >>

Tiarnath> I bespoke Albanth with << Perhaps him being at Telgar has it's advantages, I've not seen her like this for.. >> a pause << A long time. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Albanth just watches, apparently interested. His thoughts are open to yours, sharing every moment of pleasure from his mate. His thoughts are so intertwined with his mate's that every movement is felt, shared and enjoyed, along with the burning love for Telinda that drives him. Nothing is held back, all laid bare for your perusal. And his mate will likely regret it later.

Tiarnath> Albanth senses that Tiarnath emotional hog that she is, soaks up every emotion, relaying it to Telinda, and heightening her sensuality, then returns the passion, the desire, the love that consumes her lifemate's body as she enjoys the consummation of her relationship with her weyrmate.

Later....

The sun is difracted through the bronze and green mist of Albanth's wings, shading everything sheltered under it in shades of crimson and pale green. Kat finally lifts a sweat drenched head and breathes, "Enough, Tel, enough! Faranth's teeth, woman!"

Telinda stops whatever it was she was doing, a hand pushing back sweat-drenched hair from her face. Lips lower to K'tor's, nibbling at his lower lip, "Stop? Are you sure?" she asks as attention is transferred to earlobe.

K'tor groans softly, "If you don't want me to die, yes!" His eyes close and he arches his neck slightly. "Between you and Albanth amplifying it all..."

Telinda rolls out of the way, and snorts, "You've never asked me to stop before! What's the matter?" she asks, doubt spreading fingers out across her words.

K'tor reaches helplessly for you. "Don't go *away*, just let me get my breath! Shards - what's come over you?" He smiles tiredly, half lifting his head, "Not that I'm *complaining*..."

At those words, Telinda snuggles in closer.. maybe.. Fingers tease across cooling skin, "Come.. over? Oh shards. Kat, you need to go to Telgar! Now" she remarks, trying to break free. "Not in a minute. Now. And stay there. For a few days. Katelin and I will be.. um, away."

K'tor siezes you. Weakly, but he does. "Not until you tell me what this is all about."

Telinda shakes her head, "Nothing. Nothing at all. Really!" The innocent tone. Perhaps it'll work, even though something else tugs at the strains of her voice, a certain fervent desire not normally present.

K'tor shakes his head. "I don't believe you. Why'd you send me to Telgar when Daelyth was proddy. Do you want rid of me that badly?" His tone is weary.

Telinda scowls, "I had no sharding idea Daelyth was even remotely proddy, or do you think I'd risk you" she clicks her fingers together, "like that?"

K'tor watches your face and then sighs in relief. "I was afraid... first the transfer, and then Daelyth..."

Telinda shakes her head, "You could've *asked*!" Not that she'd tell, and still not telling, but.

K'tor says softly, holding you against his chest, "I tried, more or less. But you were too busy being the Weyrwoman - I almost think that K'laarn wanted me to transfer to spare me demoting me, with Aura tapped now."

Telinda just snorts. There. That's her answer. "Recovered yet?" she asks eagerly, tilting her head to look back towards you.

K'tor just gapes at you. Then he stutters faintly, "You're serious, aren't you?"

Telinda nods her head, "Oh, indeed I am!" she adds, twinkle glistening in her eye.

K'tor bargins, "Can I stay here tonight?"

Telinda giggles, "Do you have enough energy to stay here the night?"

K'tor murmurs softly, tangling a hand in your hair, "You'd be surprised what lengths I can go to."

Telinda waggles eyebrows at K'tor, "Oh, I know, I know, and I want your best effort!" She shrugs, a glance going back to Tiarnath, and eyes unfocussing, just for a second. Then a nod. "Alright. Tiarnath says you can stay here one night. but tomorrow at dawn you must be gone. No coming back for at least two days. Understood?" No explanation is tendered, just the statement and the request for compliance.

K'tor agrees, "I'll be gone tomorrow at dawn."

K'tor amends, "Dawn Telgar time, even."

Telinda grins. Well, that went better than she thought it might. "So, ready to go again, or do you need to rest and gather energy for tonight? Hrm? I warn you, I want you raring to go, all night. No breaks. No falling to sleep on me. And certainly no begging off with excuses!"

K'tor blinks a bit. "All night? You're sure?"

Telinda nods. "Absolutely. Yes. I'm totally sure!" She giggles, "I'm here to fulful your every dream, and you mine. Tonight!"

K'tor grins a bit. "Just me? I can't bring in reinforcements?"

Telinda shakes her head, "Absolutely not. Just you. Though if Albanth wants to feed me any more of your emotions via Tiarnath, be my guest. That was" she giggles, face lighting up like a child, "captivating and envigorating! So, do you need a brief respite before I show you how deep my emotions run?"

K'tor mutters something about needing backup and then shakes his head. "No. though something to drink might go a long way to restoring my, ah, fluid level."

Telinda nods, "Fluid. Good plan. You're about to be wrung dry, my love, if I have my way." She blinks and looks around, "Want to try in the waterfall? How about on the ledges overlooking.. oh, I know, how about in the copse, on one of those benches overlooking the ocean?"

K'tor blinks. "W... what, you want to give the weyr a show?" He thinks about it for a moment, and then says, "Well, the waterfall might be quite wonderful, actually."

Telinda shakes her head, "Oh, they won't come near. Tiarnath's pretty good at shooing everyone away!" A bright smile breaks over her face, "The waterfall then! How about you? Anywhere you want to try? There's tonnes of places. We could even go up to the mountains and try in the snow!"

K'tor chuckles softly, "I've been in the snow before. It's overrated. If you're feeling really adventurous, we could try the steam baths."

Telinda waves her hand, "Oh for sure, bring it all on! I want to do everything!" A fingernail prods a chest, "I'll go get some wine, or just juice?" she asks.

K'tor responds promptly, "Juice, if you want me to last all night."

Telinda waggles eyebrows, "All night and more, but all night will do for starters. Maybe I'll not send you back to Telgar in the morning, maybe I'll just keep you to myself tomorrow as well. I'm sure I have uses for you to fulfil." Hand brushes off sand, and she puts one hand on Albanth's wing, still totally stark naked, "I'll just run up to the Weyrhall and back then, and then we'll go try the waterfall, eh? Refreshment first, loving second."

K'tor blinks. "Ah, love? Put something on first?"

Telinda looks down at herself, "Umm, why?" she asks.

K'tor struggles to prop up. "Cause I'm not sharing you with the rest of the weyr! You're not wandering around stark naked!"

Telinda giggles, "Modesty? From you? Half the weyr's seen you naked!" Still, she bends over and picks up her clothes, putting them on, but the shirt is not even close to being buttoned all the way up, in fact, one wrong move, and everyone would get a free show anyway.

K'tor tries to get up in time to fix it himself, but is rather slow on his feet. "Not half the weyr, just most've the greenriders..."

Telinda waves her hand, "Rest, love, you're going to need your energy!" and with that she ducks out and under the wings.

You walk up from the beach and over to the Weyrhall.

Nareisa blinks. "We do? I never thought we looked much alike at all."

Kenla finally registers what Baelen says and says, "Which two are cousins? Is Nirek visiting? Carah?"

Baelen glances up as the Weyrwoman enters, and sighs faintly, giving Aithne a meaningful look.

Telinda wanders in, and looks half dressed as she does so -- her hair is completely in a mess, sand is stuck all over every piece of skin that's bared, and her shirt is undone so low to be indecent. Oh, and that walk. Sway is more accurate.

Nareisa eyes J'ren and coughcoughs. "Maybe. I never had a weyrmate."

Kenla ers, catching sight of Telinda. She mutters, "I know a baby is distracting, but..."

J'ren rubs his chin. "Well, neither have I."

Aithne is mid-bite when she catches the look, then Telinda. She does her best impression of a fish as she just gapes. "Umm...Now I really don't want to know after I left."

Nareisa points out "Not for want of the Honshu girls try...er, hello Weyrwoman," she looks surprised to say the least at the Weyrwoman's appearance.

Baelen smiles thinly at Aithne, "Exactly." He glances over his shoulder at the Weyrwoman, again, "Evening."

Kenla turns her attention back to the others, chewing on her roll. "Hey, /I've/ never had a weyrmate and do you hear /me/ complaining?" Well, not yet today. Another sneak peek at Telinda isn't all that sneaky.

J'ren follows Nareisa's gaze, and his eyes widen. He mumbles a quick version of Nareisa's greeting as his juice suddenly becomes /very/ interesting.

Telinda smiles, and though it could be construed as nothing but innocent, there's a certain sultry look behind it, "Evening all, how are we?" she adds, breezing in, "Weyrmate? Oh yes, just worn mine out. Now, juice. He says he needs some juice to revitalize him." Distracted? Vapid? Surely.

Kenla ahems and sips her juice.

Baelen opens his mouth, and then closes it, and then opens it again. He just can't help it. "Your...weyrmate? Isn't that the one you sent to Telgar?"

Nareisa grins at J'ren, and settles the sleeping Arenar a bit more securely on her lap. "Oh," is her intelligent response to Telinda's announcement. "You wore Kat out?" An achievement, surely.

J'ren clears his throat, and just changes his gaze from his juice to Nareisa's sleeping son. Nocomment.

Telinda nods to Baelen, "Oh, indeed, and back he's going, when I'm finished with him tonight" she adds, looking in the pitchers for one that's more than half full. She grins at Nareisa, "He *begged* me to stop." Well, nearly.

Aithne errs as she points to Telinda's shirt, "I think you missed a step enroute to get the juice."

Nareisa ohs. "Well, er, that's nice, Telinda," she just cradles Arenar in her arms.

Kenla's juice is getting her attention, but she doesn't look uncomfortable. Just silently and guardedly amused.

J'ren glances up at Nareisa, and smiles. "How's he doing?" he asks, gesturing to the baby.

Telinda glances down at her shirt, and actually picks up the sides, fluttering them slightly, "Too hot, way too hot. I should find something less constrictive. Didn't want to wear anything, but Kat doesn't want to share." She sighs, "The things I do to get that man's attention!"

Nareisa smiles at J'ren. "He's almost walking."

Baelen makes a little 'mmm' sound, and turns back to his wine. That's probably the right thing to do, you know, when someone's acting so...well. Like that.

Aithne ohs softly, "That isn't very nice of him, was it?"

J'ren wows. "He's getting old, isn't he?"

Telinda finally finds a pitcher that's nearly full, and her course back through the hall takes her perilously close to Baelen. "Baelen, sweetie?" she pouts at the Steward.

Nareisa nods. "That he is," she eyes Telinda and notes "Tiarnath just rose, didn't she?"

Baelen looks up at Telinda, his wineglass balancing almost carelessly between two fingers, "Yes, Weyrwoman?" If he's afraid, or worried, it certainly doesn't show. He's tough. Oh, yeah.

Telinda leans forward, balancing pitcher and hands on the table, "You won't stand me up again tomorrow, now will you? I'm *so* looking forward to our special picnic!" She looks over and shrugs at Nareisa, "It's time. Nearly a turn since the last."

Kenla counts it on her fingers, shrugs, and nods.

Nareisa ohs. "Really?" she blinks. "Well, I guess it's almost as amazing as Arenar nearly walking."

Baelen shakes his head slowly at Telinda, "Of course not, Weyrwoman. I'd even be so thoughtful as to bring the picnic basket, if you wish." He takes a sip of wine, doing his best to look all languid and unconcerned. And he's pulling it off quite nicely, if I do say so myself.

Aithne moves a hand over her mouth as she glances at Baelen. Even though her grin is covered and giggle supressed, her eyes do sparkle in amusement.

Telinda beams happily at Baelen, "Excellent! I'll certainly remember to save some energy from K'tor this evening. Don't forget the strawberries, Baelen, I have a neat trick to show you with those!"

Baelen raises an eyebrow at Telinda, and decides to proceed with the...umm...chaste approach. Or something. "Ahh. Well, you'll have to show me that trick, Weyrwoman. My mother is a spectacular cook, and I'd be glad to extend any tricks you may know in that area to her."

"I do not want to know." Aithne notes quietly, "I really don't want to know what can be done with strawberries."

Nareisa murmurs "Would you like to take a walk?" to J'ren.

J'ren nods faintly, and finishes the last of his juice before he stands. "Actually, Reis, Siolath is begging for an oiling. I'll come find you as soon as we're done, ok?"

J'ren walks toward the Courtyard.

Nareisa ohs. "Bye," she calls, curling Arenar into her.

Telinda leans over, one hand reaching out and delicately caressing Baelen's cheek, the fingernail curving around cheek to jaw, "Personally, I never had that relationship with my mother, dear, but if you want to show her what I'll show you, be my guest. Perhaps I should show you the trick with cherries? It's no wonder that I have a thing for cherries, really. Bring the strawberries and the cherries, and I'll show you really how to eat them!"

Baelen raises an eyebrow at Telinda - you know, it's pretty cool how that black line can rise so high on his forehead. Must be from all the practice. "Ahh. I see. Well." He sniffs lightly, his eyes only flicking once - although it's obvious he doesn't approve of even that - to Telinda's hand. "I suppose my Mother may not be too interested on exactly _how_ to eat food. Especially when it's fruit, as it doesn't require all that much preparation." Mmm hmm.

Dragon> Southern Weyrling Wing sense that Araneth sounds a bit bemused <<What are strawberries and cherries? And why does thinking about them make my rider uncomfortable?>>

Telinda relinquishes Baelen's cheek, with a soft sigh, and then winks, "Well, don't stand me up, or I'll come looking for you this time!"

Dragon> Lisanth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Strawberries and cherries? >> There's a pause, and she goes on, << MY rider doesn't get uncomfortable about them. She likes them. They are something she eats. >>

Baelen gives Telinda a stiff nod as he rises to his feet - to pour himself more wine, of course, which, as luck may or may not have it, is in the opposite direction of the Weyrwoman. "Yes. Of course. I'm looking forward to it, ma'am."

Nareisa's eyebrows raise pretty high too. "Er, you're tired, Arenar?" Yes, he's asleep. She escapes.

Dragon> Kesath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << They don't make my F'loran uncomfortable either, sparkling Araneth. Perhaps you could ask your rider why they do so to her? >>

Dragon> Southern Weyrling Wing sense that Jiazith rumbles thoughtfully << My rider says it depends on...oh wait...She says I cannot tell you. Never mind. >>

Telinda beams happily, picking up the pitcher once more, "Alright, I'm going back to wear out K'tor. G'night everyone."

Dragon> Nymath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << My rider says they are good to eat. >>