==== October 4th, 2013
==== Kyara, Sienna, K'vvan, Mayte, Shea, M'yck
==== Greenriders form a team for mock Threadfall. Mayte wants to volunteer; Shea joins the fray, and M'yck is…M'yck.

Who Kyara, Sienna, K'vvan, Mayte, Shea, M'yck
What Greenriders form a team for mock Threadfall. Mayte wants to volunteer, Shea joins the fray, and M'yck is…M'yck.
When Evening. There is 1 Turn and 24 days until the 12th Pass.
Where Living Cavern, Igen Weyr

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Living Cavern
Dim light from hanging glow-globes cannot fully camouflage the ravages of time and neglect on Igen's busy living caverns, though hints of its former glory peek through in the decorative cuts to the cave's natural limestone and the high quality of dusty, tatty-ended tapestries. Here and there, skybroom tables — stained dark by wood finish and a decade of grime — sit in loose groups, flanked by wicker chairs with pointy, broken rattan that pokes out to invariably find unprotected skin. The seemingly randomly placed furniture, however, at closer inspection, forms a sort of cross-shape of negative space. At the northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns, a long buffet table with tarnished lazy susans hosts an array of finger-foods and pitchers for the interested, refilled occasionally by drudges that shuffle in from the curtained entrance to the south, beyond which lies the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside and, across from that, to the west, a set of rattling doors that open to reveal the tunnels and stairs of the inner caverns themselves.


Even if it is on the warm side for winter, Whirlwind's newest greenrider sits at a table close to one of the pleasantly crackling hearths in the Living Cavern - almost as if she never left after meeting with a certain bronzerider earlier today. She did, however; the fact that Kyara's traded flying leathers for dark wherhide pants and a cowl-necked blue sweater attests to the fact. Stretched out in a chair with her ankles crossed, one arm caught beneath the other as she sips at yet another mug of klah, she looks as though she might just be gazing into the flames to relax. However, the nearby notebook tells on her a bit; she's been thinking…and though the flames are enthralling, she's still thinking.

Sienna enters the caverns from the kitchens, carrying a tray to swap out, sending a drudge back with the empty one. Grabbing a warm sandwich from the tray, she snags herself a mug of juice and scans for a place to sit before spying her friend (friend!) and walking over. "Hey, mind if I join you?" the Weyrlingmaster asks with a warm smile.

Friend! And Weyrlingmaster, which Kyara acknowledges with a salute after pulling her gaze from the fire with a good deal of abruptness. Sienna's greeting maybe startled her a little. She was probably a little more engrossed than she thought. "Hi, Sienna," Kyara grins up at her, sitting forward and using a foot to push back the chair to her left as she gestures to the same. "Not at all; please do." She gives a slight snort and pulls her own chair closer to the table. "I'm glad to see you; I've been too much in my head for the past few hours. Talking would be a good thing."

Sienna chuckles as she sets her plate and juice down before smartly returning the salute, and then settling into the chair. "I know how that goes, we give the twins up soon," she says with a smile she doesn't even try to pass off as anything but sad. "How are you doing though? Whirlwind treating you right?"

Kyara nods in answer, though she simultaneously grumbles, "Yeah, when we're not drilling in the rain. I thought rain drowned Thread." Even so, she gives a humorless laugh. "Still, I know, it's an endurance thing, and we never know what we'll fly into, and our Weyrleader wants us to be prepared for anything." The large sip of klah she takes is almost done for comfort; then bluntly, "I understand. Still sucks." The mention of giving up the twins has Kyara regarding Sienna with a much-softened expression, downcast in its own right. "How much longer?" she questions quietly, a miniscule tilt of her head accompanying.

Sienna chuckles softly, nodding. "Aye. You never know and you have to be prepared for anything. It was fun to fly with you all though, in that afternoon drill. Hard, though. We're so woefully out of practice. I miss Whirlwind." Sigh. She is quiet for a few moments as she eats, and then shrugs. "Another day or so," she admits quietly. "I'd be with them now but they're sleeping and I had to eat…"

Nodding slowly, Kyara tends to her mug in silence for a bit before training her gaze on her friend again. "Well…just let me know if you need anything, Sienna, when it comes around to it. Something to do, somewhere to go, someone to just be around; I'll be here." Her grin springs up again, easy yet cautious as she shifts the subject back around to being in the air. "It was good to have you up there with us," she tells the older greenrider. "I know Liareth and Nadeeth were happy to do drill flying with Kehemath for a change, too. I bet it won't take you long to get back up to speed. Do you think you'll fly the T-Tourney?"

Sienna smiles with a little nod, hearing and accepting (welcoming, even) the offer, but she's also eager to move on to other topics. "Oh yes. I've already entered the individual Search and Rescue. Kehemath and I won it last Turn. I want to ask K'vvan to enter the teams one with me, too. Kehemath and Nadeeth would have fun with it I think. How about you? Any events you want to enter?"

K'vvan's ears must have been burning because it is just then that the skinny rider pulls himself into the living caverns. His hair is rumpled and he has one hand moving to try to flatten it with very little success. "… cut the damn stuff off," he's muttering. Giving it up as a lost cause he catches sight of Sienna and Kyara. His path will take him past their table so he approaches giving a small nod to Kyara, meh, new female rider, and a more polite, "Sienna," to the other.

"That doesn't surprise me one bit," Kyara says of Sienna and Kehemath's win. Then she chuckles. "I asked K'ane if he wanted to pair with me for team Search and Rescue. He said yes. He also said I'm in charge." With a bit of an eyeroll, she shifts one leg up underneath the other. "I might put in for individual Search and Rescue, but I haven't decided yet. I've got us in for the agility course. I think we can do really well in that; it's something we would push each other to work on during weyrlinghood. And I'd like to do mock fall-" K'vvan passing by has her glancing up, and even if he doesn't verbally acknowledge her, she will him. "Evening, K'vvan," she greets her wingmate, returning his nod.

"Do you want a hair cut?" Sienna asks, her hand lifted and poised to return a salute that hasn't come yet. But she'll wait it out. "I can cut hair pretty well. And sit, I wanted to ask you something." Grin. Glancing back at Kyara, a brow arches a bit. "K'ane, huh? Well don't break him, I need him," she teases, grin crooked. "You should do well in agility, for sure. Mock fall…I have the hardest time with thinking up a team."

Oh, yeah, a look of consternation crosses' K'vvan's face; how could he forget the knot that Sienna is wearing? Maybe because she asks him to forget about it every single time? A sketchy salute is given, not his best, but there. "No." Look, if he's going to salute, he isn't going to let her near him with a pair of scissors; his upraised eyebrow might convey some of that. "What up Sienna?" His eyes flick to Kyara for just a moment, then continues to ignore her completely.

Shaking her head, Kyara smirks. "Pfff. Seems he does well enough breaking himself," she says of K'ane, half into her mug, afterward returning Sienna's grin with a slightly wicked one of her own. "But I won't, I promise." Once her friend mentions mock fall in her own turn, however, Kyara takes a hand off her mug, a few fingers flicking upward along with her eyebrows. "You've always got me and Lia. You've seen how she flames, and we fly smart. Even if I have to get her to not be fancy about it every now and again." Liareth with her incredible flaming range for her color; it scared a few people the first time, Kyara included. But it's well in hand now…and very effective. That K'vvan ignores her isn't surprising to Kyara by this point, but she isn't ruffled by it, having encountered it here and there; she gives him a small smile and just flicks her attention back to Sienna. One of these days, she hopes that'll stop being the case with this particular greenrider.

Does she ask him to forget about it? Maybe. Rank is hard and Sienna hasn't mastered it yet. "You and Nadeeth should team up with Kehemath and I for the team S&R event in the T-Tourney. We're a bit out of practice, but it'll be fun." Then her gaze focuses on Kyara for a moment, and then she grins. "We three should make a team. Wouldn't that be wonderful? All greens, showing what we can do. And two female riders, too. Really show Corelle something…" She whispered that bit, honest. "What do you say, K'vvan. You man enough to fly with ladies?" Wink.

K'vvan's gets that far away look for just a moment and then he's rolling his eyes. "Now that you've mentioned it, Nadeeth isn't going to leave me alone unless I say yes for the S&R. Mock, though? I'd rather not piss off the weyrwoman, thanks."

Holding her own grin hostage behind a firmly planted hand, Kyara lets what she thinks of the idea show fully in the glinting amber of her eyes. Anything to subtly jab at that woman. Except K'vvan has to go and be a stick in the mud about it, and she blinks at him, a bit crestfallen as she tries to reason it another way. "Well…it seems to me she's going to get ruffled about any number of things going on in the Tourney," she observes, "so let's not make it about that. Let's do it because we can be good at it. Three greenriders, working together to take a bite out of a Fall, and working well because we're good riders, color be damned." She turns her hands palms-up on the table. "I don't know you that well, K'vvan, and nothing says we have to, but I would like the opportunity to fly with you outside of drills, if you're willing."

Sienna snorts softly, shaking her head and pushing curls behind her ear. "We'd be great at it, K'vvan. And we could all use the extra practice." And he's so fun to spend time with, don't forget that.

Even K'vvan doesn't particularly want to spend time with himself, so Kyara's way too earnest entreaty is met with a wrinkled brow. His gaze is locked on hers, trying to figure out the angle she may be trying by making this offer. Sienna made sense; she wants to be friends with everyone, a character flaw of hers. "We wouldn't win - Sienna hasn't flown in a while, and neither of us have flown together much." He casts this out there to spoil the pot, but look, at least he's thinking about it.

"I never said anything about winning," Kyara states with a shrug, tucking her arms back up to folded. That her words seem to trouble K'vvan gives her pause, and she looks away, inwardly kicking herself. Earnest doesn't work for everyone; it hasn't with a few people she's encountered now. She's trying to learn, honest. "I know what our limitations are, but it would still be good to try. Any chance to practice, like she said." Kyara lets it rest there, though a small crease forms between her brows as she studies her mug a bit more intently than the thing warrants.

Sienna shrugs, "So? Who cares? We'd still be doing it." She flashes Kyara a grin and then looks back at K'vvan. "Nadeeth would love it." Low, low blow. She knows where to hit him.

Nadeeth sends a quiet thought that slips in, unobtrusive, in case the other green does not wish the thought. « Fly together? » It's followed by images of time spent together outside of drills.

Mayte is not quite dancing into the Living Caverns, because Mayte don't dance, amigo, but she is looking pretty pleased with herself, which means Kalligon is sulking, or Bren is still walking with a limp. Or someone's just made a huge liquor sale. She makes her way through the crowd, merging seamlessly to unfairly further up the line and grabs a plate and some fruits, meats and cheeses, before re-emerging from that gaggle to try spotting a seat. Oh look, there's Kyara. And Sienna. And surely Mayte's not blushing as she approaches, because there's K'vvan.

Good timing Mayte, K'vvan had just opened his mouth to say something that probably would've resulted in the women slapping him. Only upon seeing the little vintner does he slap his trap closed. Oh, hai Mayte.

Liareth welcomes the question with an easy, warm billow of steam and quietly bubbling pools with pleasant chatter in the background; she is always willing to talk. « I would like to, » she answers evenly, musical soprano lilting. « As would mine. But she is…confused by yours. » A fountain splashes calmly in the pause. « Does he truly not wish to? »

Kyara returns Sienna's grin with a small smile, almost tentative, before she finishes off her klah and pushes the mug aside. Mayte's entrance draws her gaze, and she waves to the Vintner, but is otherwise quiet for the moment, pensive…and obviously pulled into another conversation for a few good moments, by the vague cast that comes over her gaze.

Sienna leans forward, tapping a finger onto the table. "C'mon, K'vvan. Please? Hi, Mayte! We're trying to get K'vvan to join Kyara and me as a team for the T-Tourney's mock Threadfall. How's business?"

Nadeeth considers the words carefully, her colorful ribbons wrapping around them. « Many are confused. » she sends finally, offering up an image of a horrible knot of tough twine rope, the kind that frays easily if too much pressure is applied. « He is that. We will fly. » The last is said firmly as her mind pulls away to put her attention elsewhere.

Mayte has found friends, food, and most importantly, a seat. Plunking herself down almost unceremoniously, she grins happily enough. "Business is doing well, for the economy," she says, but is easily distracted by more fun topics. "Oooooh, the tournament, I heard about that." A little wave to the absent-eyed Kyara but Mayte's getting used to that, "It sounds like a lot of fun," and yes, her voice is totally wistful as she nibbles at a bit of fruit, "Do they need like, volunteers to get rescued or something?" K'vvan gets a bigger grin, "Does Nadeeth want to join?" Yup, Mayte is totally willing to play that card until it works.

K'vvan opens his mouth, only to snap it shut again, starting to look like a fish. His eyes flow over to Sienna and finally sighs. "Apparently, we will fly. I was going to try for the agility, maybe, but Nadeeth…" He pulls out a chair for Mayte to sit down on before plopping himself down also, looking slightly glum.

Blinking a bit, Kyara returns her focus to the present company, biting her lips together against a reaction to something Liareth undoubtedly told her. Whatever it was, she's back to smiling again, which is good. To Mayte's question, she hmms a little bit. "I don't know. How does that work?" She glances at Sienna curiously for an answer; never having done this before, she isn't certain exactly how it all operates.

Sienna grins, finishing her meal and getting to her feet. "Excellent. I'll tell W'rin that we're in and a team. Let's get together soon to practice, okay? And yes, Mayte, they do use volunteers to be rescued. Just make sure Kehemath gets your scent before you go, okay?" Wink. Cheating? Noooo. Never. Just in case Mayte happens to go missing for real. Salutes all around, and the greenrider is hustling off. Back to the twins, no doubt. Time is precious.

The quick evacuation of Sienna leaves Mayte blinking while chewing on a slice of whatever meat was there. Huh. It looks familiar. Good enough. She eyes Sienna's back and wonders. "You mean, so Kehemath can, like, track me?" she hisses to K'vvan and Kyara. The idea that She Can Help has Mayte glowing a little. "Maybe I can talk with W'rin, or whoever's organizing this…" Oh yes, plots are afoot. "How are you guys?" she asks them both cheerfully.

"No." K'vvan says this looking at the vintner, his attention firmly diverted away from Kyara. "It is way too dangerous to get dropped out there, no." K'vvan actually sounds like an adult for once, drawing himself into full looking-out-for-someone mode. "No matter who it is, you could get hurt easily enough, especially if someone's going for speed instead of finesse."

Saluting Sienna as she leaves, Kyara turns a smirk to Mayte. "W'rin or A'lory would be the ones to talk to," she says, approval in her eyes for the girls' wanting to help. Then K'vvan is adamantly opposing the notion - ignoring her again in the process - and Kyara finds something else to be interested in until he's done. She may be quite of the opinion that it's really up to Mayte…but she knows protective when she sees it, and won't be getting in the way of that. She quietly slips over to the klah hearth a few strides away, refills her mug, and resumes her seat, all discretion.

Yeeeeah, did K'vvan actually say something contradictory to the going press releases in Mayte's head? "Oh, good," she tells Kyara, nearly bubbling with the excitement, "I'm sure neither of them would mind…" Right, Mayte is totally dancing to some tune no one else is hearing. Oh wait, K'vvan did say something, and Mayte has a counter-argument: "I'm sure they'd make sure I was safe out there. No sense in harming the victims, right?" Oh, she's being cute, for sure, but seriously: "I'll be fine. And you'll be there." You know, in the general vicinity and stuff.

Coming in from some errand or another — one that probably involves flying, hence the leather pants — Shea was just minding her own business cruising in to the hearth to nab herself a cup of klah. It would've been a simple maneuver; walk in, get drink, walk out, except for the fact that Kyara was stepping away as Shea was stepping up. Instead of leaving, the bluerider chooses to follow her new wingmate and hover by the crowd, at least being kind enough to ask, "'sup, my friends? Mind one more?" With the exception of Mayte, they're all Whirlies, so she's got no qualms about the self-invite.

The cuteness manages to stump K'vvan right in the middle of warming up to his argument about why Mayte shouldn't do this. Confusion flutters across his face and he gives a visible shake of his head. "No." Firm again he says this, casting off the cute-spell. "I won't be there always. If W'rin and A'lory let you they're bigger fools…" Shea's friendly greeting stops him mid male-moment, "Uh," to stare at the woman.

Shea is kind, and that's fine. But M'yck is not - so make no mistake. Barging through the door with a swift sweep of the canvas separating the caverns from the cold evening, the bluerider swipes a glass of water from a table and throws it back down his throat. The emptying of the glass makes clear his original goal, though, as a flask is pulled from his belt and poured into the now empty glass. As he works, the rider's feet move forward idly, bringing him ever closer to the makeshift group forming up. If shoulders need to push and nudge to afford him some personal real estate, so be it.

Kyara completely missed the fact that Shea followed basically on her heels after she went about stealthily refilling her mug, so the Whirlie bluerider's sudden presence is slightly startling. It doesn't last; Kyara smiles and salutes up at her wingmate, pushing out a chair. "I don't mind if they don't," she says, gesturing to Mayte and K'vvan. Her expression is more along the lines of, "Please, come sit," however. And then there's another tall bluerider bulling his way through the dinner crowd; Kyara catches sight of a Parhelion patch before her eyes end up at his face. Something about him makes her…wary, but she offers a nod and a salute, nevertheless.

Mayte's cuteness wins over … well, not everything. It wouldn't be fun if it did. Shea's arrival gets a curious look and a nibble of what's left of a finger-root… Oh great and in comes M'yck. Mayte is just finishing up the last of her meal (where does it all go?) and pushing away the plate, and she turns back to K'vvan, "We'll see," is all she tells the young rider and gives him a look to finish the conversation: Who says A'lory has to know at all? Kyara's expression causes Mayte to start edging out of the way for… at least one person, two, if the second is feeling bullish. "Hi there," she tells both. One word each.

"Hi," comes with a proper, very Shea-like fingerwaggle from Tall Bluerider #1; after a moment of registering who's there and the fact that it seems like a serious conversation she interrupted, she looks mildly guilty and adds, "Didn't mean to sneak up on you, Kyara," before actually taking herself a seat. She only has the klah, and is giving it a sidelong look before she seems to force herself to take a sip. And make a little bit of a face. M'yck gets a smile from her as well; she doesn't expect friendly any more than she does from Zeyta. It's normal.

There are too many people suddenly, and they're all surrounding K'vvan. With M'yck's sudden presence, K'vvan is standing, putting some distance between himself and the blue rider. Good things never quite happen when the volatile green rider and overly officious blue meet. "We're not talking about this…" K'vvan warns Mayte, giving her a strong frown. Shea finally gets a little nods of acknowledgment.

Oblivious to his surroundings, M'yck will miss any offered smiles, salutes or grimaces as he takes a drink from his glass. Wincing away the burn, he finally looks up and takes in his fellow gatherers, frowning further with each face his eyes pass over. "Evening, lot," Respectful and socially generous: M'yck. With that, he'll return to his drink. It's simply more interesting. That is, until K'vvan's last words filter through. "Talk about what?" Like a canine, he's caught a scent, and he will follow it.

"It's alright," Kyara assures Shea, blowing at the steam wafting from her mug. The change in atmosphere when K'vvan distances himself from the other bluerider - to her - makes the greenrider a little more…alert. Especially when the man from Parhelion presses on K'vvan's question. That most likely won't go over well. Carefully watching at the periphery of her vision, Kyara casts a glance at Mayte, who seems almost in a crossfire position, poor thing. Clearing her throat, she turns her attention to Shea again. "Just a bit of Tourney talk before you came along. What will you be competing in, you think?"

Of course we're not talking about this, because Mayte's already decided, though her determined look melts into a grin as she looks up at K'vvan. And yes, it's one of those reinforced steel grins, which stills as she looks over at the question-asker, "The upcoming games," she tells M'yck, and Mayte's answering the questions just as they're asked. Nothing more, nothing less. And oh look, what wiggles its way out of her pocket? A wineskin. Mayte may need another one by the end of tonight… And yes, Kyara's question demands curiosity, if not fascination for M'yck's reply. All eyes on M'yck for a moment.

Wine! Wine gets Shea's attention for a split second — and no, it really isn't just the motion but the fact that it's a wineskin that catches her eye, though she is certainly no known drunk and she is also trying very hard to make herself drink this klah. But it's the subject matter at hand and Kyara's question that really matter at the moment, and so she perks up with, "Mock Thread again; I won last turn," there is pride here but it's not boasting, just: hey, the twins asked her to join their team and they won their first time! "But that doesn't mean I necessarily expect to again. Every opportunity is different. I'm excited to see who else enters, see who might totally cream us."

"None of your business," K'vvan snaps at the blue rider. "Why don't you just keep moving along M'yck, no one wants you here." K'vvan's words are accented by the stiffness in his back, a particular defensive-rail straight that only M'yck has the ability to bring out.

Both answers to his question provide insight to the real discussion at hand. The defensiveness emitted from the greenrider is largely ignored as he simple carries on. So, with the intelligence already gathered, M'yck poses his follow up, "Really? Interesting." Wait for it. "So what'll you be getting yourself into, K'vvan? It'll be your first year, no?" After a casual drink from his glass, the bluerider's eyes lock on for a few moments before flicking about the rest of the group. "Mock Thread, huh? Hmm."

Kyara winces as K'vvan tells M'yck to get lost…and M'yck doesn't. Easy, guys. And yet the bluerider keeps on at her fellow Whirlie. Taking a steady breath in and then out, Kyara tries not to pay too much attention all that. If it comes to it, she will say (or do) something, but she doesn't want to step on K'vvan's toes. Or butt in to something that may not be her business. There's clearly an unpleasant history here. "I'll be in for that, too," she tells Shea about mock Fall. "And agility, and paired Search and Rescue with K'ane." She slips Mayte a wink at that. "I'm excited to see how Lia and I will do, our first time out."

Annnnd yup, Mayte should have brought a second skin. Either between Shea's eagl…uh, wherry eye, or K'vvan's response, Mayte is uncapping the skin and surreptitiously at least taking the scent of it. Shea gets a look and a tip of the wineskin; want some? Then M'yck is saying things, but Mayte is really not involved in this discussion so much, so she pipes down. Mmm, wine. She's coiled quietly, in case tackling someone and dragging them out of the Caverns were even remotely possible. Thankfully, Kyara's offered a distraction in the form of a wink, and Mayte can't stop herself, "See, Kyara will keep me safe."

"Ooh, that's a lot," Shea's attention is all Kyara's for now: Mayte's wineskin was safe until it was offered in her direction. (Okay, well, M'yck still has a little of them, and the conflict between M'yck and K'vvan is — noted, though not verbally commented upon.) "Of events, I mean; I focused on the one just in order to put my all into it, but since your dragon's young yet that's probably a real good way to figure out what your strengths are. And I will not do anything but endorse my cousin's skills as a rider," she concludes on the topic of K'ane, though were he here there would probably be affectionate mocking, and then Mayte gets a delighted little grin as she reaches long fingers out to take that offered sip. "Thank you, Vintner."

K'vvan has to split his dirty looks between M'yck and Mayte making it that much less effective. "None of your business M'yck," he spits again at the bluerider, then to Mayte he lowers his voice to mutter.

You overhear K'vvan mutter, "… … be there all … … … Do you not get … you … get …" to Mayte.

Desired reaction achieved, M'yck continues to ignore K'vvan's response, though he was the one to pose the question. "Good luck on agility, greenrider." He's not really big on names. "You lot should have never opened it to other wings. It'll just demoralize your crew when you're in the skies." That, my friends, is a cocky boast.

"Yeah…" is Kyara's return to Shea, a nearly self-deprecating chuckle tacked on to the end as she takes another drink. "Liareth would have me submit us for everything, if she had her way. I told her we're pushing it as it stands, her not being full-grown yet and all. She's already irked at me for deciding against single Search and Rescue. But I have a good feeling about us on the agility course. We were always good at that, during weyrlinghood." Mayte's assertion that the new Whirlie will keep her safe…isn't misplaced; Kyara would certainly make certain of it to the best of her ability. However, she's momentarily concerned that K'vvan will get mad at her for that…though in a moment, it seems she's dodged the arrow. M'yck's boast brings her attention squarely his way. New she may be to Whirlwind, but she's already got a pretty strong sense of pride about her wing. Still, there's a hard glint to her eyes when she regards him, corners of her mouth turning upward ever so slightly. "I doubt our Weyrleader would have opened it up if he thought our being demoralized would be a concern," she returns smoothly.

The lot of a Vintner is to pass on her wines to others, and Mayte is the epitome of this; Shea gets a gracious nod to Shea, and a "Of course!" M'yck's boasting doesn't bother the Vintner so much because, well, she's a vintner and not a rider, though she gives Kyara an admiring little look that says, Well played. Whether M'yck will think so? Only he knows. K'vvan's muttering something close to her ear earns the poor young man a look. It's an unimpressed look and Mayte quietly mutters something back in his direction.

You overhear Mayte mutter, "… … … Shells!" to K'vvan.

"You're full of s*t." K'vvan tosses his words out sharply. His eyes stare at M'yck; if looks could kill… The ignoring is starting to get on his nerves. One finger points at Mayte; he mutters before twisting on one heel and stalking out of the room, his almost good mood devastated.

You overhear K'vvan mutter, "… … dangerous, … … … rider … … still just … kid." to Mayte.

"It might only enhance the inherent wing rivalries," Shea points out coolly — it's an observation that carries either no weight or a lot of it, and verbally sparring with her certainly doesn't show any opinion of hers overall. She simply says what seems to suit the moment. Apparently at this point that's what it is; that, and then ignoring the topic except for, "Which I believe, at least between Whirlwind and Parhelion, our Weyrleader and your N'thu approve of. I suspect they pit us against each other on purpose. Seeing as how they're — something." Not 'friends.' In some level of cahoots. "Liareth will learn to tone it down eventually, and I'm sure you'll learn a lot even if you don't win anything. It's also just fun. And the afterparty is, too. Fun. I have no idea what that will be like with the entire Weyr about. This is wonderful, by the way," is about the wineskin. She is keeping the cool and collected going despite the dramatic departure of the greenrider.

With a shrug of his lips, M'yck slowly nods as he considers Kyara. "We'll see how you lot feel when the competition moves the way I know it will." His fingers curl into a fist, which is rubbed against his cheek, mimicking the weeping of the aforementioned. Taking a moment to finally glance at K'vvan, the bluerider is witness to the quick exchange and resulting rage building within the greenrider as he stomps off. "Guess he was tired."

Kyara reflexively almost says…something to K'vvan as the greenrider quickly makes himself scarce. She bites it back; he probably wouldn't care to hear it, much less respond. Instead, she sighs, shaking her head and looking back up at M'yck with a shrug. "It'll be what it'll be," is her final comment on the matter of competition. It's her first Tourney; she's not worried about things like that just yet. Though she nods agreement with Shea's points. "I am most definitely looking forward to that," she grins to the Whirlie bluerider about the afterparty. Then she's looking at Mayte. "Hey," she says, smirking, "if you want to help out and you want someone to vouch for you, you've got me. Of course there's risk involved. But none of us are going to let anything happen to you." In case it wasn't clear. Kyara is rather protective of her friends.

K'vvan's departure gets Mayte twisting around to glare at his back, only interrupted by Shea's compliments. It's a businesswoman's expression that turns to face the rider again, pleasant and accepting, "Why, thank you, rider." M'yck's comment on K'vvan gets put aside for a moment but that promise of Kyara's gets a broad grin. See? She knew it. "Thanks, Kyara. I know it's not like, say, sitting in a store, managing wine sales," and perhaps that's part of the attraction. "I'll definitely ask… the Weyrleader." The Weyrsecond may have other ideas, so best to probably pole-vault over his head the first time 'round.

Mayte gets an even more curious look from Shea, who can't help but ask, "Volunteer for what? I mean, it makes sense that ground crew is a thing we'll need for Threadfall at some point, but —" It's not that she doubts a nonrider's ability to help. It's more the fact that she's curious about what it is the girl actually wants to do. "Also remind me sometime to buy some of this," comes with the return of the wineskin.

As the girls talk amongst themselves, M'yck sees little opportunity for ruffling feathers and simply polishes off his glass. Setting it down on the table with a proper slam, he informs the group of his satisfaction, "Ahhh." There's a wince, but he's doing his best to hide it. "No need to buy, she hasn't punished me yet for simply taking."

The slam of M'yck's glass on the table earns him a raised eyebrow, which also seems appropriate to his following comment; this isn't something Kyara's heard about, herself. She just shakes her head a little and gestures at Mayte, looking to Shea as she explains, "She wants to help out on the Search and Rescue competition." And so the conversation likely goes for some time, until mugs are drained and sunset exhausted. It's a time for laying plans, after all…and who should be denied the fun?

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