Who

Miel, K'mine, A'lira, Doji, Riza, Kaly, Zavyr

What

Mating Flights! Miel corners a group of weyrlings in Last Call during a sandstorm so they have nowhere to run!

Mating Flight talk and all the sex that goes with it.

When

It is sunset of the tenth day of the eleventh month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr - Last Call

OOC Date 03 Sep 2017 05:00

 

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« Someone should get lucky tonight »


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Last Call

From the bleak treachery of the wide ledge outside, the bar's interior is a veritable paradise. Nothing here matches: there's five shades of brown found just in the leather of the random scattered chairs, and all the tables are painted different mottled shades of earthen tones. Nothing symmetrical to be found here, no order, just a long bar along the far-edge of the weyr-converted, nestled into the nook that would normally be a private weyr's bedspace. The bottles that gleam behind that reclaimed counter of scarred and burned skybroom are rare and precious, with most of the joviality in the air coming from the tapped keg standing in the middle place of honor behind the bar. The decorations are sparse, entertainments few: dragonpoker and darts and fellow patrons provide the typical bar atmosphere, while a niche in the corner stands ready with stool and gitar-rack for the stolen Harper or musically-inclined rider. A weatherbeaten shingle hung precisely over the middle of the bar declares the house rules.


Sunset… Well, there isn't one. Want to know why? Another storm blowing through. Autumn is proving to be quite the write off, isn't it? Not that it's any skin off of Miel's back. Last Call can be among one of the better places to be briefly stranded! And it's not like she has to worry about keeping an eye on a few of her charges… because a few may lurking about. Or maybe she's hoping to trap a few here? Could be both. Because what wouldn't be more awkward than having to spend 'off' time with your assistant weyrlingmaster? Seated at the bar, Miel quietly nurses a drink while keeping half an eye on the room itself. She's dressed casually and even has her hair down. All in all, she appears relaxed and informal!

Most ambushing predators are relaxed and informal while they wait for any unsuspecting prey to suddenly make their way within striking distance. K'mine quietly slips in, freshly bathed and dressed, save for the little bits of sand that manage to cling to him right when the storm began to loom. He takes in a deep breath and relaxes, glad that Vedziyath made it safe back home for a good long nap out of the storm. He's gonna be stuck here for a while anyway, might as well get a drink. The greenrider orders at the counter, and begins to wander for a seat out of the way to relax in.

So sometimes… Raktraeth decides to drag Doji out of her weyr or the archives or wherever it is she holed up reading whatever in an effort to make sure the girl has some fun. The evening was one such time. But it's not all bad. At least she got in right before the sandstorm actually started. She's got a booth and a cider already and everything when she spots certain auburn hair greenrider wandering by. No, not Miel. The other auburn haired greenrider in the room. "Kair!" She's going to wave at the man, still blissfully unaware of any weyrlingmasters that might be on the prowl for awkward conversations.

That storm, though; just A'lira's luck there's Last Call to wait it out in away from all that danged sand. He'll slip on in and find his way to the bar for something to drink, then lean right there, dark gaze sweeping the place for someplace to fold his long bones into — and perhaps a familiar face or two to spend the time with while they wait for the storm to end. A good out of the way corner is spotted, and he ambles tat way with drink in hand, passing K'mine with a jovial nod on the way. "Fancy meetin' you here…" He remarks with casual impudence. They're off duty, right?

You know who is completely relaxed and informal? Kaly! It appears the blue riding weyrling has been here for a while bouncing from group to group with feigned wide-eyed amazement. The friendly whore makes the most marks after all! But for the moment she chooses to take some alone time. Alone with her drink at one of the smaller tables.

Riza has been here awhile, or at least longer than K'mine, but maybe not as long as Miel. The girl has tucked herself away at a corner table, somewhat in a shadow. There's two glasses in front of her. One can only assume one is water - being clear - and the mug, harder to tell, but that's the one she's nursing at the moment. A sip every few moments as she just stares into that cup. Thinking? Maybe. Likely.

One little, two little, three little weyrlings… Miel's not really counting but she has found her targets and, with a bemused smile, takes the time to casually finish her drink before setting her trap. First, she'll have to gather everyone into one spot and she'll do so by sliding off her seat and going for the loners first. "Kaly. Will you join me?" It's request and command both and she does so with such an innocent air. Why oh why would anyone be suspicious of her… gathering them all together in a rider-only bar? Hmm. "A'lira!" He's flagged down too, along with the rest. "Ahh, Doji. Wonderful! K'mine, too! Evening, Riza." Don't mind them as they'll… just all crash her table. At least that's the goal! No where to run, little weyrlings~

K'mine hears his voice being called, and he glances up with green eyes until he spots Doji. With a crooked grin, he makes his way over. A'lira is given a nod in greeting before he takes a seat. With a brief glance around the room, he spots what looks like familiar figures but it's hard to make out when people are wandering and obstructing what little views are available from where he sits… Though even that's short lived. At the beaconing of Miel, he sends a curious glance over to Doji and he rises, moving to the Assistant Weyrlingmaster's table. He clears his throat, pulls out a chair and waits for Doji to come up. A server makes eye contact with him and quickly moves over, giving the greenrider his drink, then quickly vanishing.

Kaly isn't often especially expressive with her face most of the time, but there is a little 'do I have too?' in that brow-quirked frown of hers, perhaps it is because she's working at getting a good buzz on, or perhaps it's because she's all relaxed and informal and shiz. But in the end she accepts the 'invitation' with a shrug and expedinently drags her ass (chair and all) across the distance between them. SCRAAAAAAAAAPEscrapeSCRAPEscrape Eventually she gets to her destination and flashes her gathering clutchmates an oh-so-proud smile. "Hey." CLASSY ENTRANCE IS CLASSY.

Nope, not suspicious at all, that Miel; ignore the squint of deep, deep suspicion from A'lira when she isn't looking. He's done enough sneak-attack lessons to have used that tactic a time or two himself. But he'll come along meekly enough, since he really can't escape, now can he? His drink's swept up to come along for the ride, as he'll likely need it to keep his cool and unaffected attitude happening.

Doji was smiling, for a moment as K'mine comes over and she spots more familiar faces. But then Miel starts gathering them all up and trying to get them in the same spot, and that smile disappears to be replaced with a confusion. She's going to follow though, because everyone else is and she doesn't have enough reason not to. It's not like they have anywhere else to go. She'll bring her cider over and claim a seat next to K'mine, briefly looking up at why's he still standing when he's got a chair right there? "Evening, weyrlingmaster."

OH HOLY CRAP PEOPLE. Riza's once quiet table is no longer quiet. Not only is there a chair scraping across the floor with an ear grating noise. Brown eyes are wide in not-so-momentary shock as Miel invites everyone to HER table. But she was having Serious Thought Session(tm)! A slightly longer pull is taken from her mug -which if anyone is close enough to smell, is cider- as she just looks up at All The People. "'Ey." Way to sound enthusiastic, Riza. Or not.

Miel tries not to wince for the chair dragging by Kaly, as that draws a fair bit of added attention there way and she'll have to flash a little half-grin to the other riders (on the opposite side). Oh hey! Don't mind them! Nope. "Evening, all of you. Make yourselves comfortable! I figured for this, ah, talk…" TALK, not lecture (but it is a lecture). Red flags! Red flags! "That I'd try to gather you guys in a small, informal little group. Easier and a little less impersonal. Everyone have a drink?" Last chance, folks! Even she's going to get a refill for herself, by flagging one of the servers. Then, a too sweet smile to the assembled group. "Now! Which of you clever ones figured out tonight's topic?" Anyone want to guess?~

Well, the chair was for Doji but if she's going to sit herself down, then he'll just shrug and take a seat in his own with his drink. He takes one more sip from his glass before placing it down on the table to glance over at the others, offering silent greetings to the ones he missed, before offering his full attention to Miel. How convenient… Talk? What could they possibly settle down to talk about? Have they been doing something wrong? Is there something they missed? Some more political drivel? K'mine takes a deep breath and sighs, ordering himself a few rounds if they're going to be here for a while. As for his guess? "No idea." He's got nothing. The greenrider takes up his glass, and takes another drink while the others put their own suggestions out there. No sense in rushing, they're going to be there for a while anyway with the way the storm is going.

Oh, that Weyrlingmaster is being entirely too casual by half. A'lira's suspicion become certainty, but he'll just hold his tongue and have another sip of whiskey now. Good thing it's a tall glass — he's gonna nurse that thing like it's in critical condition and in need of his most personal and exacting attentions for as long as he can. For once, he's not even going to make any little wisecracks. Finally, the thing that can silence the eternal jokester! Isn't everyone relieved? Of course they are. He will slide a brief glance over the faces of his fellow weyrlings, though. Are we all sufficiently wigged and uncomfortable? Is this bar suddenly a little warm? A'lira seems to think so; he fidgets with the collar of his shirt — another new one — until it stops trying to mimic a tie or a boa constrictor. Air. He needs air. And more whiskey.

Kaly likes the extra attention, she even goes so far as to wiggle her wee little fingers at them. Hai guys! Oh and girls! So it is with a pleased grin she turns back to face the assistant weyrlingmaster with all the innocence she can muster. Oh last drinks! Slamming back her current drink she makes a complicated series of gestures to the serving girl, who returns with a shot and a beer. Yep, Kaly is apparently pushing all the boundaries tonight! Plop She sinks the shot into the beer transforming her two drinks into one superior drink \o/. "Sex." Why use all the words when one will do, and then she toasts the weyrlings and Miel. Miel did say for her to make herself comfortable right? And Kaly's just gunna do that by leaning back into her chair expectantly.

"SEX!!" LOUD ENOUGH?

No offense, K'mine. It just didn't occur to Doji that someone would hold a chair out for her. Especially when she is very capable of getting her own. Since she hadn't really started drinking her cider, she's going to pass on the chance to order another. She might regret that very shortly. At the question of what this talk might be about she tilts her head slightly. "Graduation?" That's coming up, right? Although once Kaly states what should be the obvious, the girl turns to stare a little wide eyed. Oh look! First blushing of the night!

Riza does NOT have enough cider for this, whatever it is. As Miel flags down the server, Riza is raising her mug to signal a refill for herself as well. "Wha's there left t' cover?" Riza asks sounding a little tired. Oh. I don't know. Try that thing called flights. That thing which produced Navikoth and all her clutchmates. No one else is speaking up… except Kaly and the bold girl gets a look. Not a bad one. Just a look. Surprised? Shocked? Curious? Who. Knows. But her cheeks do tint a soft pink. This should be good.

Kaly wins! Miel's not going to be blushing here or even chiding her, save for a smirk for her choice of broadcasting. "Exactly that!" She'll tip a finger towards the bluerider. Sex, weyrlings! Doji… has the innocent right of it. "… and well, yes. That'll be something we'll cover shortly too. We've got you guys covered in almost everything you need to know to be riders." They like to cover the REAL important stuff first, okay? Like how not to get yourselves killed. Now for the birds 'n the bees… kind of. "Except mating flights and the obvious outcome of them. You're gonna have the more formal lesson coming that focuses more on your dragons. Y'know, how greens and golds glow and the effects of proddiness, the blooding, how the males behave and all that." She even goes on to flick a hand a bit. Yeah, yeah. "Could cover a bit of that tonight if you all don't clam up on me." She sees all of you BLUSHING! Already! "I'd rather focus on the human side and get that over and done with. So, as Kaly so eloquently put it, it really does come down to sex. It's gonna happen. Sooner you can accept it as just that ? sex… the better. We know it'll be tougher for some of you, but learning to compartmentalize that sooner rather than later will help. The less stress over it, the better of you and your other halves will be. So…" Smirk. "Questions or shall I just ramble and get this over with?"

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Raktraeth thinks « This is the part where they're told to just go ahead and sleep with someone if they haven't already, right? I've been telling mine that for months! »

Oh, Kaly. Such a lady. A'lira gives the bluerider a smirk that might be intended as humor. The enthusiasm of that girl! Idly, he swirls his drink around in his tumbler, watching it form a whirlpool all its own. But really, though, is that storm over yet? No? He'll just continue to sit here, then, vaguely uncomfortable and even somewhat antsy to be somewhere — anywhere — else. Nope, this is not what he was planning on doing this evening. "Let's opt to get this one over with." Because, yeah, this is weird, even for him.

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Ivaenth thinks « Pretty much! Without so much beating around the bush. »
<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Kyprioth thinks « «One would hope not.» »

K'mine grew up surrounded by a horde of very particular females, he learned quick what to do if he wanted to survive back home. He had to be prepared for anything! The drinks are all delivered and the greenrider is sure to pull his up closer, letting his fingertips take in the chill of the glass. Kaly can have her superior drink, it'll give him an idea as to what to order later. Her suggestion for conversation topic is met with a sour look but nothing has been confirmed nor denied just yet. His whiskey is safe for now, so he brings his glass up to his mouth, ice clinkin with the movements… and then proceed to choke on it. There's this thing called oxygen, it's meant to go into the lungs and most definitely not the whiskey that currently burns in it's place. A little redfaced, the greenrider manages to clear his throat, keeping his choking behind an arm over his face rather than the table. Right. This talk. He managed to compartmentalize it's existance in the deepest recesses of his mind so he doesn't have to think about the impending doom he's not going to be able to avoid when Vedziyath begins to show the… Now that he's able to breathe, coughing subsided, he turns his glossy eyes over to Miel as he takes another sip to clear his throat. "How *cough* how do we, as greenriders, know it's going to happen soon?"

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Raktraeth thinks « I don't know how dropping her off in someone's weyr and then leaving for the night is beating around the bush…. »

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Navikoth thinks « Should I just pick a weyr and drop Darlink off there, you think? »

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Kyprioth thinks « «Do that. It would be… educational.» »

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: A wind rustles through the tree limbs. Raktraeth's mental equivalent of a sigh. « Not always as educational as you'd think. » He's tried so hard, dammit. « Mine's still just so… chaste. » (Raktraeth)

Kaly does not blush, in fact she's still as relaxed and informal as she was before they were all gathered into this little cozy tete-a-tete. Sipiing from her drink she watches the spluttering and blushing and tries to keep her amusement to the twinkle in her eye. "Compartmentalising is a handy trick." One that she perfected long before she step foot on Igen's hatching sands.

Riza is just going to lift up the remainder of her first glass and just down it in a single swig. There wasn't a whole lot left, but it was more than just a few sips. And the server is there to the rescue with her refill! Mugs are exchanged and a small noise is made as she takes a smaller sip of the new mug and sets it down. Where her opinion on this stands is blurred. The girl has had no education, especially surrounding that, considering her background. "I guess 'M lis'enin'." She says somewhat grudgingly. She doesn't really have a choice in the matter, but she's so damned lost with this.

Once Miel confirms that Kaly was correct in her guess, Doji's going to cling to the glass like her life depends on it and stare into like the answers to all Pern's problems might be found at the bottom of the glass. If that was actually true, it'd definitely be sold for a lot more than whatever a senior weyrling could afford. "I… uh…" Nope, coherent sentences aren't forming. She'll just go back to staring at her drink since bolting is not an option.

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Lazy winds swirl around Raktraeth with a bit of pressure. Some sort of hug. « Mine… I cannot get a reading from Darlink on this. » The lazy winds pick up a little sharpness as Navikoth gets a little riled. « Why is my Darlink confused? » (Navikoth)

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Vedziyath thinks « Mine has done a good job shutting me out. There's no telling what he's hiding but the man is bound to break eventually. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight. »

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Kyprioth is delighted by his own rider's reticence; the man is usually so confident in these things. A rare amusement, this. «Yours is a nice person, Raktraeth.» A soft warm breeze rustles the minds of his fellows, projecting calm assurance, if not total understanding of the confusion that stirs so many minds tonight. «Perhaps Darlink (What is a darlink?) does not understand this sex they speak of?» That's his wondering aside to Navikoth.

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: :Ruby filaments of the yaka arrow trail across each confused mind, with uncharacteristic serenity. « Someone should get lucky tonight » The voice accompanying that cherry red glow rasps comfortingly. (Yondath)

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: Sharp winds pause for a moment, the oncoming storm (echoing the one outside, but rain instead of sand) pauses in it's tracks. « My Darlink is Mine, Kyprioth. » As if that's explaination. And then Navikoth is reaching for Yondath's arrow, hoping to grab his attention with branch-grabbing hands and the scent of jasmine flowers. « Maybe yours could teach my Darlink? Yours seems comfortable with this? » (Navikoth)

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: « She can be a nice person and still get laid. » The winds Navikoth send pick up the sharp scent of evergreen from the redwood branches. « She's confused because she needs this talk. Then she needs to go out and do. But don't leave her in Vedziyath's weyr. » Cause the behemoth brown is certainly planning for two someones to get lucky tonight. (Raktraeth)

"You'll generally get a few signs, K'mine." Her gaze does include Riza into this too, even if she didn't quite ask the same question. "Every green…and her rider, is different. Ivaenth doesn't change personality wise much and well… she's already bright. I know because I get restless with a lot more energy than I should have." This is what every weyrlings wants to know, right? Their weyrlingmaster's proddy state. Miel grins, bemused. "So if I'm suddenly dancing a lot in the evenings? Key sign." To run away? Another dismissive flick of her hand. Anyways! Darting a look to the others, when no one else speaks up, she merely shrugs. Alright, then! "I know it's awkward and a bit uncomfortable to think of, but ask any rider and they'll pretty much say the same thing: It's going to be a fact of life. Flights are flights. Sex is sex." Kaly gets it! "Jealousy is a dangerous thing. Flights should never be an issue and if they are, you need to sort that shit out and talk to someone before it gets you killed when you're not in the right headspace. It won't be healthy to torture yourselves over and not healthy for your bonded. And speaking of sorting things out… If sex is something you're new to?" Sorry, weyrlings. She's going there! "… fix that too. Now. Before your dragon either rises or chases because flights tend not to be the best way to figure out the mechanics."

<Mosaic Wing> Raktraeth senses that: :is satisfied wht that answer. He has his human brother, and that will suffice. Meanwhile, he noses gently at the new scents, considering. «Let us devoutly hope.» Wait, is there such a thing as devotion? Of course there is. «They should all get lucky tonight. One hopes they pay attention this time.» (Kyprioth)

Well, that certainly lets A'lira off the hook. At least he's mostly sorted out. But still, that whiskey's very good. And very cold. And soon, very gone. Until that nice lady-server pours him another and receives an appreciative smile from the brownrider. He's keeping his cool, keeping his cool while the others ask all the many questions burning holes in their brains. "Not like there's much choice." He's agreeable to the sentiment of separating the behaviors, and compartmentalizing what's worth worrying over.

Riza is like that child, caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Except she wasn't reaching and there are no cookies. So yes, she's looking a bit shamefaced as she looks down at her much, which is perched on the very edge of the table. A girl bluffs. A girl makes remarks about young men, but a girl has never followed through with ANY of it. A girl would likely be shy. There's a lot of shifting in her chair. This was NOT the discussion she was looking for tonight. Or maybe ever. "So ho' did you 'fix i'' when you was a weyrling?" It's not boldly spoken like Kaly, and it's not like she's admitting to it herself, but the question is there.

K'mine… is just going to ignore the tiny bits of commentary that manage to slip through his bond and he just grimly nods at Miel, taking another drink. "Suppose that doesn't sound to bad…" Signs are important, right? So far he's noticed nothing out of the norm with his own lifemate so he must be safe yet! He tilts his glass from side to side, listening to the tiny bits of ice clinking around before he slides them all into his mouth. The empty glass is pushed aside and he pulls another one of his closer, taking another sip. As for the rest, well, it's what he's been basically hearing all around. It's just gonna happen and deal with it. The last statement? He's choking again on his drink, pushing his chair back from the table until it's all clear and he looks at his glass with the look of sudden but inevitable betrayal before turning his eyes back to Miel. He was afraid of that. "Not my night for a drink," he mutters, completely red faced, pulling his chair closer to the table. Not his night for a lesson either. Slipping through his bond with Vedziyath is the faint scent of myrtle and rose, only growing stronger with the distant echo of draconic laughter.

"I've kinda liked not having to do anything I didn't want too since getting my weyr." It's entirely possible Kaly is still celebate, but she doesn't seem to mind. "But if anyone needs help working out girls and boys or girls and girls, I suppose I can lend a hand." She's almost completely straight faced. "I know the theory of boys and boys, but I'm missing some equipment." So K'mine and A'lira might just have to give each other a 'hand' so to speak. "It's just sex."

Doji may not have wanted to learn signs of her weyrlingmaster's proddy state tonight, but well, she does ride a male dragon. It's useful to know for the future. Not that Doji does much dancing, so she might not be wherever to see if Miel's dancing more than usual. She's going to take a nice long sip of her cider. Mmmm… alcohol. It'd probably be more effective if it was something stronger, but at least it's there when she needs it which is now. And while she doesn't ask her own question at the moment, she'll nod along when Riza voices her's and give a sympathetic smile to K'mine at his near choking to death.

A'lira will rub a hand over his face, now. Just way too much information going on here. What did he get himself into, here. A whole lotta NOPE might be a good summary. K'mine's choking for the second — or is it the third — has the brownrider looking over at the poor, poor greenrider with something akin to amusement. "Think you can manage that wi'out a straw, brudda?" And nope, nope, NOPE he is not 'experimenting' in the fashion Kaly's suggesting. Just sex, indeed. He just knew he should have stayed in his weyr tonight and gone over those Healer reports; it would have been safer, it seems. He'll also have to wash his brain free of any mention of Miel's particular… proddy tics. That's well beyond the realm of what he needed to know about her. Dancing Weyrlingmasters are just… not at all what he wants stuck in his head at any time, especially not now. Shudder. He'll have more whiskey, now. That stuff's an excellent buffer.

Thankfully, Riza and everyone else are spared the tale of how Miel dealt with her virginity because Kaly is shamelessly offering her… help. To which the greenrider merely gestures to the bluerider. "Much in the way of that," she explains with a little crooked smile. "Find someone you trust or are at least comfortable with. Experience is a benefit. If you're too shy to ask a fellow weyrling, there's ways…" Like Rosie's. Not that she says it out loud but they're a clever bunch! "If you wish to experience sleeping with someone other than your preferred gender, that's not a bad idea either. Trickier, but not something to dismiss. When a flight goes down, those sort of lines blur anyhow." Just another tidbit to chew on! Miel's refilled glass is lifted and idly twirled as she mulls over what else to bluntly throw at them. It's after another small sip that she continues. "It's a lot to absorb, I know. Which is why we torture you all with this lecture and talk… so that you can overcome it now rather than later. Letting flights ruin your everyday life is strongly discouraged. Most dragons don't start getting frisky until at least eighteen months. Some take upwards to two Turns. So I'm not saying you're all gonna have to get it done and sorted now… but soon!" It may be with relief that she quits talking, but she's right back to looking at all of them. Questions? Anyone?

Well. Here's to hoping he doesn't choke and actually die on this third drink! The greenrider might be more than a little buzzed now after his third drink but here and now with all these people is not where he'd particularly want to be completely wasted. K'mine's not a pleasant drunk to be around and it'll make for an embarrassing evening for everyone. Except Kaly, she might point and laugh at the poor man. Doji is given a sympathetic look in return and with a heavy sigh, he returns those reddening green eyes back to Miel. NOT LOOKING OVER AT KALY FOR HER OFFER. NOPE. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. AND THOSE LINES AREN'T GONNA BLUR, MIEL. HE'LL SHARPIE THEM BACK IN WITH A VENGEANCE. Just don't tell him that Sharpie is removable, he'll cry sad pathetic little man tears. He takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and sighs a heavy sigh of defeat. Kind of. Sorta. There's still some Hold stubbornness in there and he's not fighting that one. His drink is eyed, feeling the weight of it in his chest and stomach, but he takes it and tosses it back anyway, draining dry when the server comes up to pick up the empties. After a quick order of water, he places his face in his hand and just… let's slip a nervous laugh as he shakes his head. Of all the reasons to have a 'first time,' of course it had to be this way. From behind his hands, he mutters, "No questions." None. Because questions lead to more commentary.

Doji splutters a bit of her drink at Kaly's offer and shakes her head a little. She's not taking that up. At least… not at the moment. At some point she probably should figure out that girl on girl stuff. Look at how often Lukoith catches gold and Raktraeth's going to be like ten feet bigger than his sire. She doesn't have a question for the class or for Miel, but she does lean over to say something towards K'mine, perhaps a little louder than intended.
You overhear Doji mutter, "… I'm going to have … … … … out, I'd like it … … … you." to K'mine.

Awkward much? Riza is far more tempted to look at her mug than anyone else, though for a moment her eyes raise up to look at the people around around her. Thankfully for the rider, she didn't hear Navikoth's suggestion of Kaly being a 'teacher'. Is the comfort level that high? Maybe. Maybe not. A good chunk of her second drink is then consumed as her eyes look at each person. There's a whole bunch of 'nope' going on, failing to see herself getting with any of them, though her eyes do linger on Kaly and her offer. And there's scarier options yet, that aren't in their little discussion tonight. And so Riza sighs, shaking her head to Miel's own question. There's a distraction over there, as Doji leans over to whisper, and her head gets cocked slightly to the side… and more alcohol is consumed. Right. Alcohol is a brilliant idea. Sour feelings aren't bubbling about in her stomach AT ALL.

A'lira will keep his questions to himself like a smart little bugger, though there are many, many questions buzzing around under all that hair. Funny how there's so much avoidance of eye contact happening right now among comrades. Mmm, whiskey. Settle down, nerves, settle down. He'll just hake his head at Miel. NOPE. Not asking a thing.

Kaly just blinks her dark-eyed innocence at Miel. "I've no questions." After all she used to be one of the alternatives that the assistant weyrlingmaster alluded too. "I could probably answer questions too, if everyone is too scared right now." SHE'S ALSO NOT LOOKING AT YOU K'MINE, WITH YOUR FACE IN YOUR HANDS. OR YOU RIZA, OR THE MUTTERING WINGLEADER. There is however a sigh, even as she finishes off her beer/shot combo. And then she shoots Miel a sympathetic 'you tried' tight-lipped smile.

The storm blowing in has not stayed Zavyr. Nimble Nynnth had managed to make it up to the ledge, but he crouches on the far edge of it, providing some shelter to his rider who drops off of his neckridges to sidle into the Last Call. The blue weyrling is carrying a sack in which some small object or objects are held, and scans the front three tables, two of which are empty. Whomever she searches for is not evidently present, so Zavyr sends her regard over the rest of the room as if to make sure that the communication was accurate. Her quarry remains unseen, but Zavyr does recognize the knot of weyrlings and the assistant Weyrlingmaster. She pauses for a moment, before turning her head toward Nynnth, as she oft does during mute communication. Green Hope, who had been on her shoulder, leaps off and Between; her place is immediately taken by a brown lizard.

Oh, how Miel tried! There's probably a bit of a long suffering sigh from her too. WHY ARE THEY BLUSHING… oh right. Newbies — err, well some of them! "Nothing to be scared of. Sex is a natural thing and for flights mostly an instinctual thing. You're gonna feel the same urges as your other halves. No fighting it! I've seen those who've tried and it never goes down well. I won't lie to you, though. First couple of times are a bit of a jolt… that goes for either side." She nods to K'mine and Riza, then glances to the rest who're on the opposite end of things. "Which brings up the whole 'morning after'," She literally air quotes it too, even with her one hand wrapped around her glass. "Thing. Best to treat that as maturely as possible. Respect the other rider, expect respect in return. It doesn't have to be some grand, awkward, shameful thing because it isn't. Most of the time, it's an amicable parting of ways. Or…" She spreads her hands out a bit. "You can have some fun." Just saying! "Depends! Now… hmm. What else? Ah. Right. Control — this is more for you lot riding male dragons. As you know there's greens rising all the time." ALWAYS. "You CAN have some control over them chasing. We encourage some ah… discretion. Don't let 'em tire themselves out chasing tail if you've Threadfall to fly, say. Moderation, okay? Probably be best to ask some older riders on how they manage it." Since she can't really help there, being a greenrider. Sorry? Looking up, she'll spy yet another weyrling lingering there. Aha! "Zavyr!" RUN. "Join us?"

K'mine is just gonna keep his mouth shut and his face in his hands because it's the only place that he knows won't betray him at the moment. As for Doji's muttering, he caught some of it and his face might feel a little hotter where he 'hides' but he says nothing, opting to simply lean against her in response. They'll… talk about …/stuff/ in private. Away from prying ears and ALL OF KALY. Air quotes? AIR QUOTES? His hands slide down his face and he peers at Miel with WIDE EYES, mainly because his hands are pulling down his skin in the process. He takes his water, carefully sipping tiny little sips so he doesn't die on this stuff. GREENS RISING ALL THE TIME WAS SOMETHING HE DIDN'T NEED TO HEAR. At this rate, Poor K'mine is going to catch up with Kaly if he's not careful. He listens intently when it comes to control but a part of him is still dying inside, the water is just diluting the concentrate. He might have to cry in the baths alone or something to drain it all out. Asking older riders is definitely on the poor man's to-do list. One way or another, he's gonna keep Vedziyath from going overboard. Unfortunately, his attempts at keeping this conversation quiet from the green have officially succumbed to alcohol and the floodgates do open. He groans, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest as she peeks in and the vibrant colors of neon lights begin to blast his poor mindscape violently with every obnoxious sex joke possible. There's no escape. "Ved… stop. Please."

Doji can (and probably has at this point) blush at anything. It it really surprising that she's blushing all through this conversation? Including an even brighter shade of red as she sits back down in her seat after whatever that muttering was about. And there goes the last of her cider. She does listen closely to Miel's words, nodding along. Zavyr's arrival is noted and she'll give a bit of a nod. And then take a deep breath and venture a question. "What about losing?" Probably a question better for Vosji or Th'bek, but Miel's the one that's here right now.

Good luck controlling how often your girl rises, K'mine. Riza's gaze has gone back to her mug again. Poor Miel doesn't get the rowdy bunch. She gets the bunch that's too terrified to ask any questions, or say anything. The second mug of cider is over half-way gone now, most of it taken in large swallows. The usually bright and chipper girl is starting to look rather glum. Run Zav. Run as fast as you possibly can from this conversation. Or lack there of. "Pregn'ncy?" Is the sole word Miel gets for a question.

It could be worse, K'mine. Dhazkyth could be here. But he's not. Zavyr is, and seems to have heard that unspoken 'RUN', but Miel's words cannot be ignored. Zavyr's already pale features lose what little color the brisk ride up to the Last Call had lent her. She salutes at Miel, then nods and trails over as if stepping through air suddenly gone thick and difficult to navigate. Shaking her head at the waitress, who intercepts Zavyr to check what drink this new one might order, Zavyr will finally achieve the farthest chair that might arguably be considered part of the group. She sits then. And listen.

But wait, there's more! Buy now! And also, RUN, ZAVYR, WHILE YOU STILL CAN. Oops, too late, she's been spotted by Miel, in which case it's time to join the merry band of hooligans in the torturous education of Life with Dragons. He squints hard at Kaly, possibly wondering if it would be rude to glue her lips shut. Maybe not, that would possibly be inconvenient for those who would want to ask her all the things later. The last of his whiskey's drained and he decides slouching's better than trying to make himself seem smaller. That particular trick's long past its use-by date anyway. He cocks his head at K'mine, sympathetic. Poor guy. A dragon who loves taunting her bondmate. Good thing Kyprioth gets bored easily. Poor Miel, though, with this group — they're remarkably tight-lipped about, oh, everything tonight. Was she expecting A'lira to be talkative tonight? Ooops.

"It's expected that a losing rider have a bit of… control too. Some flights can get intense and it's not uncommon for some riders to react that. As for the frustration? Most can shake off the effect and chose how to, ah… cope. Be it with a willing partner, drinks or simply removing themselves until the effects wear off, it's as varying with the riders as the dragons. You can probably get an idea by asking other riders of male dragons." Miel's smile may be a touch sympathetic to Doji's question. She tried? Her gaze darts to K'mine for a moment, but then slide back to Riza.

"Unlikely. Pregnancy by flight is rare. Rarer still because of the effects of everyday riding has on a woman on a fighter dragon. Between does it, usually. If you're wishing to be extra cautious, I'd recommend asking the Healers for the herbs. No shame there, either." More of her drink is consumed and Miel mulls quietly for a moment. "I think I about covered it. Flights are flights. Sex is sex. Learn to compartmentalize and not let it affect you or your dragon. Get it sorted out, sooner rather than later. Don't wait until first flights to learn. Experimenting with other gender preferences is good, but not as important. Control for those of you riding male dragons…" She's just recapping here, maybe more for poor Zavyr's "benefit". Or maybe she truly did lose her place. "Really, guys. Now's the time to ask things! Doesn't have to be about the sex now. Whatever's been nagging you…" Last chance, folks!

Dhazkyth? DHAZKYTH? I HOPE HE WINS EVERYONE'S FLIGHTS, EVEN THE MALE DRAGONS. ALL OF THEM. Losing isn't much better! It's the riders of male dragons that lose! Vedziyath is gonna win EVERY. SINGLE. FLIGHT! And she's already having her little lights of rainbow color flickering at the thought of it all. Migraine is definitely incoming. "What… about. If there is not one person I want touching me at all throughout the flight present. I have to just roll with it or could I… find. Nevermind. Forget it. Just. No." Nope. The less he knows, the less he gets to mill over later. That water is even starting to get the look of betrayal, maybe he should've stuck to whiskey. Especially after the talk of pregnancy comes up. He takes a deep breath and holds it, not even having thought of the possibility since he's lacking in those gestating organs, after all. Still, a worried glance is sent Doji's way and he says nothing, then he turns his eyes back to Miel as he exhales slowly. Might as well accept defeat now. Vedziyath is simply preening, preening and enjoying every moment of this, enjoying the show in her front row seat and the only thing missing is the popcorn. She loves a good drama, and her beloved? Best supporting actor. Just look how pathetic the man is!

The questions A'lira's likely to ask are likely not the ones Miel would be able to answer — that, and the man can be remarkably stubborn about being tight-lipped when it suits him. Tonight silence suits him well, though he does tender a quiet offer, "I can make the stuff, too… if nobody wants to ask in the infirmary." Because, yanno, he might as well use all that studying time he's been putting in lately, having nothing else to do with his time.

Look, Doji may have been innocent and inexperienced, but she was also a healer. She knows where babies come from and how they're made (at least anatomically). She also knows the main ways of preventing babies from happening. She was really more focused on the dragon side of things. She knew that the sex part was coming up. And had been trying to avoid it like she tries to avoid most of her problems even if she knows they won't just disappear if she avoids them for long enough. She nods as Miel confirms basically what she thought and that asking a rider of a male dragon would probably be better. At the mention of any more questions, she glances out towards the ledge. "Think the storm is over yet?" Not that it hasn't been great guys, all lovely and educational, but… this has been way too awkward even for Doji's usually high levels of awkward.

The rest of Riza's cider is downed, leaving her with just her glass of water now. Oh water. How you will not have the desired effect of pushing this conversation from memory! Miel is at least looked at while the assistant weyrlingmaster explains she likely won't have to worry about pregnancy much. Much to her relief. A child she does not want. Not yet at least. Maybe ever. After Miel finishes her explaination and summary, Riza's eyes trail back over to Kaly and just… stay there for a while. Staaaaare. Glum stare. Could it be she's mulling over the option? Girl does have a nice fashion sense, after all. But her hands need something to grasp and wrap around that glass of water. An eyebrow gets quirked at K'mine and his not-question.

The pale woman's ice-blue eyes settle on Miel, for that woman offers a reprieve for anything - or anyone - else that she might look at. Whatever was in that sack now is wadded up and settled on Zavyr's lap, giving her hands something to do as they knot and unknot, and reknot the leather tie around the neck of the burlap. Grit, her brown lizard, crouches nearly as immobile on Zavyr's shoulder. Zavyr's regard now is an echo of her study during every class - the once flambouyant Fool now turned silent watcher, never with a question. No doubt she hears the others' questions, their answers.

Kaly has finished her drink, and is looking about (but not at her fellow weyrlings cos they're shy and shiz). Eventually she'll flag down a server for another beer and shot, because it appears there are no questions, and any questions she had were answered long ago. As her drinks are placed on the table she shoots the staring Riza a small wink, before returning her concentration on drinking, because she's in a bar dammit!

Only, a bar would have some sort of bar food to keep mouths occupied.
They might have some bar nuts…
Too salty~
Maybe they have sausage.
Hunt the good stuff. Where's the cream filling?
TOO MANY JOKES.
TERRIBLE ONES
ANATOMY.

"Just because Vedziyath is proddy or rising doesn't give anyone a free pass to touch you or do anything you don't want done, K'mine. Most riders stay respectfully away even if they're crowding in come time for her to rise. Unless you broach that line… you do have some say. Suppose I should stress that to all of you ? flights are not an excuse to be an asshole. Ever." Harassment is a serious no-no, folks! Miel's even frowning over what's implied there but she simply shakes her head. A'lira's offer is given a nod. "Some do make it themselves. It's not difficult to learn the ingredients, but I'd still recommend going through one with Healer training." And when no further questions are tossed her way, Miel just lets it slide. Fair enough! She's scarred them all enough for one evening. "You'll be getting the rest of the run down tomorrow. More of a lecture, really, and more heavily based on what'll go on with the dragons and a bit more on the bond between you both. Again, you all are welcomed to come speak to any of us, weyrlingmaster or rider in private if there's something you need to discuss but can't…" She gestures to indicate their current group. Is the torture over? It seems so. Because Miel is gracefully moving from her chair to stand, looking oh-so innocent as she smiles down at them. "But I believe that's enough for now. Enjoy the rest of your evening, weyrlings! I'll leave you in peace." Now that's she's totally ruined a perfectly casual meeting!
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K'mine is just gonna finish his damned water and HOPE the storm ends soon. Don't mind him, he'll just angrily crunch at the ice in his glass and wonder how much spicy food he can hide in his weyr.

A'lira will just be eyeing that exit, now. And calculating how fast he can get himself out of this odd space and into somewhere where uncomfortable talks happen, leaving the man slightly agitated and entirely too restless.

There's a huge sigh from Riza as Miel finally declares herself done. But wait, what? Why aren't people departing from her table? She was thinking on things before, and now she REALLY has things to think about! And possibly sulk about. There's one or two gone but not back to her solo self! Waaaah. Her water is sipped at slowly. "More awkw'rd talks. Great." Again, with the enthusiasm, Riza.

Kaly is still remarkably chill and relaxed, as she has been the enitre time. She's just going to nurse her second bombed beer for a little while longer. NO THINKING FOR YOU RIZA. But eventually the lack of anything other than awkward weyrlings and vastly amused older riders has her standing up. "Later." And with that she's gunna go see if this place has a bathroom… or perhaps just skip out entirely, the options are ENDLESS.

"I'm just gonna go…" Doji's already finished her cider and apparently the storm isn't too bad since Zavyr just survived getting up here in it. So Doji's going to brave it. Her weyr seems like a much, much more comfortable place to be than this bar. THANKS RAKTRAETH FOR MAKING HER GO OUT AND DO THINGS. IT WAS GREAT.

As the gathering seems to be breaking up, Zavyr rises with a nod to the departing AWLM and another to the weyrlings themselves, generally brooked, before she turns to scan, again, those few who have managed to also make the landing outside, through the storm. After another hesitation, Zavyr strides toward the door, evidently preferring to wait outside with Nynnth, under the shelter of his wing, than have the waitresses shooting her dark looks for not ordering anything.

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