It's getting late in the day and the temp is very uncomfortable if one is out in the wetness for long, but that isn't stopping some of the weyrlings from their daily flying practice. D'ean is amongst a group that's wrapping up their training, and there have been some rough landings going on. It's probably rather entertaining for anyone watching. "I'm good, Oz. I need a break before my bones get jarred into breaking." The young rider is half climbing, half falling off of the eager blue after a particularly hard, mis-calculated landing in the twilight of the setting sun. Perhaps that was the point of practicing at this hour? He takes a few limping steps through the mud, rubbing at his thigh where the muscles took far more tension than they're used to. The blue makes a disappointed sound, but since the fun time is over he just shakes off the worst of the mud and water and goes to find somewhere to recline out of the rain.

Clementine is moving quickly down the path from the craft complex to the living caverns, her hood pulled tightly down over her head to avoid the dreaded frizz. Which lets be honest, it can't be avoided. There is no escape. It's cold and wet and even if she's not in the midst of flying practice, she's not anymore interested in being out here than anyone else is. So it's not particularly surprising that her journey has her catching up with D'ean. "Oh, hello there." She remembers him, flashing a smile and wiggling her fingers from where they peek out of her sleeves.

M'noq is walking up from the living caverns, his satchel loaded with something that looks heavy. His jacket collar is pulled up, and he's wearing a purple knit cap (someone might remember it from back in the day, if they have a good memory) as protection against the rain. Which is to say, he generally gets wet. The weyrling wrapping up practice catches his attention, and as he gets closer, he recognizes faces. "Hey, D'ean. Keep up the good work. And weyrwoman," he adds giving Clementine a nod.

D'ean watches the dragon shuffle off, making sure that he gets settled somewhere comfortable, then turns to watch some of his classmates as they wrap things up, but as Clementine greets him he turns and gives her a smile and a salute. "Evening, ma'am. How are things going?" He asks politely, then gives M'noq a salute as well, extending the question to the other in a pleasant tone, "And you, sir?"

"I forget, are we no longer on a first name basis?" Clementine quips to M'noq, a slightly puzzled smile on her face before tacking on: "Wingsecond." She doesn't seem terribly put out, more friendly teasing than anything else. "They're going. Wet, rainy. Counting the days until winter is over." She shivers and gives her sleeves a little shake to send some droplets to the ground. "How's your training going, are you all out of the barracks now?"

M'noq totally deserved that teasing, and he gives an embarassed grin. "Sorry, Clementine, I was trying to set a good example for D'ean here. Though maybe now that he's got some responsibilities, he would do better with a bad example?" He nods rueful agreement at the comment about the weather. "Spring is the best season here at Southern. Winter here is almost enough to make me miss snow."

D'ean's eyes flick back and forth as Clementine questions the way M'noq greets her. He gives the weyrwoman a sympathetic nod, however, as she talks of wanting winter to be over. "The rain is a lot more than I expected." The young man admits, glancing upward briefly. "Training is going well, I think. Haven't broken anything yet, or accidentally clocked anyone with a sack of firestone." He answers, then nods, "Yeah, most everyone is out of the barracks. I think a couple are waiting until they're more comfortable with the flying, but… shouldn't be too long, I'd think?" He shrugs, then looks to M'noq as the man talks about setting an example, "Oh, don't drag me into this." He says in a joking tone. "I saluted and everything." He grins, holding up a hand, "I need all the help I can get. Stick with the good examples, please."

"Right. I should probably be better behaved about that but…" Clementine gives a shrug to indicate D'ean's behavior isn't quite in her spectrum of responsibilities. She smirks playfully before tightening the coat around herself to ward off the chill. "Yeah, it can rain quite a lot. Some snow would be nice, but we can at least travel someplace for a change of pace now and again. Maybe I'll go on vacation." Can she go on vacation? Who's going to stop her? Hannah? Hahahaa- Wait. Yes she can.

M'noq just laughs at D'ean's remark. "All right, fair enough. A lot of being a weyrling is doing everything they tell you to do, backwards and forwards, practiced until you can't get it wrong. Then once you graduate to the wings, there's plenty of new things to start getting wrong." He slides a look at Clementine as she mentions a vacation. "Igen? At least's dry there," he suggests, then shakes his head. "Wait, that's a terrible idea. Where would you want to go on vacation? You already have beaches and sun half the Turn here."

D'ean gives Clementine an innocent smile, "Ma'am, you have inspired nothing but respect and dignity from the example you lead." He says smoothly, and then offers without his opinion being asked for, "Benden vineyards are likely close to being harvested this time of year?" He throws M'noq a grin, "I think they like to throw in extra things if they think you're not busy enough."

"But it's not sun right now." Clementine points out, gesturing at all the slowly falling rain around the trio of them. And that somehow seems to just negate all the rest of the year. And also, "I would go somewhere that I didn't know anyone personally and could relax without worrying about work. Maybe Ista- Oh, Benden's a great idea." She beams at D'ean and mentions to M'noq, "See, this one is full of good ideas. It's why they made him a wingleader." As for the rest of weyrlinghood, she doesn't seem to have an opinion. But her version of weyrlinghood was somewhat different from either of theirs.

M'noq looks rather doubtful at the suggestion of Benden. "Okay, but what would you do in a vineyard all day? Just watch other people work? That sounds… kind of depressing." Well, probably most people take the opportunity to drink, though that doesn't hold much interest for M'noq. "Ista wouldn't be bad. Plenty of coast there. You could sit around and fish all day." Not that M'noq is an expert fisherman or anything, but it seems like a decent excuse for doing nothing.

D'ean smiles congenially at the compliment from Clementine, "Happy to help, ma'am." He says simply, then offers up when M'noq tries to discourage Benden as an option. "If *I* were going, I'd ask to sample some of the finer wines from the last few turns and maybe try to win an early taste of the most recent vintage that hasn't been released to the public yet. I'd think they'd love to share something like that with a weyrwoman. Good public relations for them, really." He looks at the brownrider, "Fishing is good too. Relaxing. Or there's the waterfalls in Telgar."

"I would sit around all day, drink wine and read books. Why would I want to fish and smell like… fish? Gross. I don't want to smell bad on my vacation." Clementine is a herder, not a seacrafter. Also not a dude that likes to sit out on a rowboat in the ocean with a beer, clearly. She's become increasingly impressed with D'ean's ideas. "I think you should recruit him into your wing, M'noq. If not, maybe we'll draft him into Puma. He could be my assistant." She sounds sort of serious except healthy blues don't fly with Puma. With a sudden excited noise she slaps the poor weyrling on the arm. "When you see Iska, tell her that we're going on vacation in Benden for wine. It's going to be great." Except that she still hasn't gotten this vacation approved at all. And the weyrlings can't between, but hey, technicalities. It's raining and the three of them are standing around outside getting rained on.

M'noq just hums a moment, declining to comment on a drinking vacation. "Telgar is, like, backwoods, right? The kind of place you'd get lost in uncivilized country and they can't spare enough people to organize a search party." Maybe someone believes all those Telgar jokes they tell at High Reaches. He arches a brow at Clementine's suggestions. "Recruit him into Lynx? I don't know what Myziri would think if I suggested we take on a vacation planner." He shrugs. "Then again, she might be into it. She'd probably want to go on your reading-and-drinking vacation too."

"Are you going on vacation?" says Iska abruptly from behind Clementine, doing that witch-eyed thing of hers, popping up where people least expect to see the blueling. She runs a hand through the bit of hair she has: it pops up in discord where it isn't shaven along the sides. She seems more-or-less excited when she can strikethrough her previous statement and exclaim MUCH more loudly, in that smoky-room voice of hers, "We're going to Benden?" she sounds like a frat guy if a frat guy had ovaries. Then, with clear distaste, "Reading?" in a faint snippet of conversational overhearing, trading a look (and a salute) for M'noq and a sidelong look for D'ean.

D'ean takes the clap on the arm well enough, but there is a moment of perplexed consideration as Clementine asks him to pass the message along. Well, not his problem to sort out! "Of course, weyrwoman. I'm happy to let her know." He says agreeably, then gives M'noq a sidelong glance. "*I'm* from Telgar." He states in a flat tone, then grins after a moment, "There's some fun things to do but Benden would probably be better." And oh look, there's Iska. How convenient! "Iska, you're going to Benden to drink wine." Message delivered. Chalk on up for doing favors for goldriders. "I bet you could find some nice young man to read to you while you lounge and taste the wine." He comments to Iska at her distaste.

"I'm sure he's very good at planning other things too. Like parties and bonding activities! Myziri is going to love him if she hasn't met him already." Clementine is optimistic that this is a good idea. She won't be detered from recommending D'ean. "Well I mean, if you don't want him I'm sure K'ane could be interested in a guy with good vacation ideas. I hear Ocelot is into that sort of thing." …Are they? She doesn't fly in the fighting wings so really she's the worst person to be giving her input here. Not that it's stoppin her. Iska's voice prompts a squeak and she whips around staring at what remains of the other woman's hair. "Yes!" Without missing a beat, "We're going to clean the sides of that up and it's going to look so edgy when it grows in. It's going to cut people when they walk by you." Young men reading books to them while they lounge and taste wine? She's just going to look knowingly at M'noq here and mouth, "See, great ideas."

M'noq doesn't recognize the other weyrling when she wanders up, but then, there are quite a few of them, and it isn't like M'noq deals with them on a daily basis. "Of all the things I'd want to do on vacation, reading is probably not among them. I mean, you can read here, right? Good activity to get out of the rain." Says the rider in a group standing out in the rain. He gives a faintly embarrassed grin at D'ean. "Of course you're from Telgar. I don't suppose you've met Myziri, have you? I'm not sure if the 'backwoods' part of 'backwoods vacation planner' would be a plus or minus." A look is given to Clementine. "K'ane doesn't need any help going on vacations, does he?" Just a guess, he doesn't seem like he would.

"Why," Iska replies glibly, "I'm sure I could," to D'ean. She studies him momentarily, but not for long! "No," she says reactionary to Clementine, "He can't go into Ocelot. I'm going into Ocelot." Her voice is vaguely possessive along the lines of OH MY PRECIOUS. Hear that D'ean? No Ocelot for you. Graspy toddler Iska on the warpath, evidently. NOBODY IS GETTING BETWEEN HER AND PARTY WING, guys. "Are you? Are we?" Clem are you Iska's new off? "Well… okay." She really just does it to piss A'idan off (or try), so y'know. She vainly pats it and looks abruptly at M'noq as if realizing who he is. "Oh, you're him." It's like she had some brain fog there and only now pieced together who the (apparently famous) wingsecond is.

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"Oh, sure. I can plan." D'ean says with an easy nod, continuing with agreeable since it's working for him. "Wait. Bonding activities?" He asks after a moment when the rest of what she says catches up to him. Luckily her attention is diverted to Iska, so the weyrling will give a quick glance around, perhaps seeking escape routes. However, M'noq's words draw his gaze. "What would you qualify as 'backwoods' in Telgar, exactly?" He asks curiously. There's a quick look back towards the women, "No Ocelot. Got it."

"Right but I want to read somewhere that people aren't bothering me unless their name is Iska." Doesn't Clementine have a boyfriend-kind-of-sort-of? Shouldn't she be taking K'vvan on a romantic vacation? Oh well. This whole wine trip totally predates that, possibly. At all the 'No, not Ocelot!' that comes up from M'noq and Iska, she frowns. "Okay fine. I bet Serval would appreciate him." To D'ean, looking completely serious: "Just be careful. Everyone in that wing is pregnant or gotten someone else pregnant. It's contagious." Because deciding how she's going to make Iska's hair edgy is important, she steps a little closer so she can inspect it. "We are. And yep absolutely."

M'noq didn't realize Ocelot was in that high a demand. Why would the weyrlings all be fighting to get into it, anyway? He notices Iska staring at him, and he gives her a strange look right back. "I'm him? Him who?" M'noq is definitely not famous, and definitely not interesting enough to have many rumors about him. At D'ean's pressing, he just shrugs. "You know, there's nothing all that interesting there. A lot of wooded country, and the Weyr is small. Sorry you grew up somewhere boring." He actually sounds sympathetic there. A pouting look is sent to Clementine. "Geez, would you at least give me a chance to ask Myz if she wants him? It's like you're deliberately diverting him now."

"Not the kind with flirting," Iska riffs off at D'ean, evidently familiar with the stories of his proclivities. She's talking about so-called bonding activities, of course. "Serval," she decrees on the tails of Clem's declaration of Serval. "Seems appropriate." Obligingly she tilts her head to thread her fingers through the roughest-carved patches of her sides to better show Clem what they're working with. "Oh, just." Iska lamely floats a few fingers M'noq-wards as if it say, you dude. "You're M'noq, right?" The Cheshire-cat grin that she slides askance to Clementine probably bodes ill.

D'ean's brows furrow over so slightly when Serval is put forth in all it's pregnancy glory. Iska gets a glance when she mentions flirting, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead, he gives Clementine a quick, polite smile. "Maybe." That 'maybe' sounds anything but thrilled about Serval. "I hate to be rude, ladies, M'noq, but I really need to get going. All that responsibility calling. I'm glad I could help with ideas, ma'am." He offers a parting salute generalized for the group at large but does pauses to murmur something to M'noq, then grins and tries to slip away quickly while the ladies are talking about hair or cutting people or whatever it is.

Hannah's wandering across the bowl carries her towards the group, probably right in line to smack into someone. She's got her eyes on her hands, rubbing some grains of powder between two fingers from the little velvet bag tied around her wrist. Maybe some inner, sixth sense keeps her from running into Clem's plush front, but when she draws to a halt, the blank stare is blinked away. When D'ean leaves as she arrives, Hannah holds up a finger in semi-confusion and then turns back to the group. "Good evening. Weyrling. Wingsecond." Surprised look to her junior. "Clem, why are you getting pouty faces?"

You overhear D'ean mutter, "… … … … … … make me … … … official … planner. I've … even been to Benden." to M'noq.

Clementine makes some humming noises while she checks out the hair line. This seems to be taking awhile, but it's something to do while they stand here. When she asks her 'you're M'noq' question, her eyes drift up and over to the brownrider. She laughs quietly, lips curling into a terrible little secretive smile before she tugs on a loose bit of Iska's hair and mutters something quietly. Also, "Bye D'ean!" Hannah's arrival is timely and she pops up from whatever she was saying to reply, "Oh, M'noq wants me to stop doling out the weyrlings to other wings before he gets a chance to sell them to Myziri." Another smile, this one less full of trouble for activities. "Also can I go on vacation to Benden when we're done hiring not-treacherous harpers?"

You overhear Clementine mutter, "I'll … your … … of … … find … … … … … … if you tell him … he'd … … … … … cut short." to Iska.

M'noq arches a brow at Iska. Well, maybe he is more famous than he thought he was? Probably for reasons he wishes he wasn't. "Right, I'm M'noq. Keelie's weyrmate?" That's his best guess as to how is name would come up with the weyrlings, but he could be wrong. He gives D'ean a wave of farewell and an amused nod after hearing his secret. Is he going to stick to that request? Maybe today, maybe not tomorrow. Hannah's arrival meets with a salute, and he can only hope she will be on his side in this. "That's not how it went, Clem. You're just filling his head with all kinds of distractions." Not that it does much good to talk about D'ean now that he has left.

Hannah, standing close to Clem and Iska may be dangerous. There's a whole lot of cleavage going on over there. Or general curviness at any rate. The blueling smartly salutes the weyrwoman with all the apt alacrity of her avoiding-authority soul. It's strange she and Clem get along so well, really… but speaking of. Iska's head tilts to the side when Clem tugs on her hair, yanked over obligingly, and from that tilt-faced place a smile blooms across her lips, transforming her expression into one of fey mischief. "I hope you don't find it too forward," she says to M'noq (ha!), "But I think you'd look incredibly hot with your hair short." Not that she's about to make this awkward. Was that awkward? It wasn't awkward for Iska~

Alas, Hannah can only wish for better endowment. Flicking the yellow-dust free from her fingers, she absently wipes it on the black skirts of her ebon-shadow dress. "Selling weyrlings to Myziri?" the gold rider's brows shoot up as attention narrows on M'noq. A quick side-glance to the goldrider, and she almost says something but instead tips her head to the side. "Sure." Because Hannah can dole out vacation just like that. Back to M'noq - and then, then Iska. A little gleam centers in emerald green eyes. Hannah is going to wait on this little bit to play out before she comments further.

Simple: Opposites attract. Clementine snorts and shoots her former weyrmate a curved smile, "Come on, M'noq. Every second of their weyrlinghood can't be straight studying, drilling, death and destruction. A little distraction is good for you, it's healthy. It's mental variety." Now, what the weyrlingmasters think of her distracting the hell out of the weyrlings is probably up for debate. And with that, Iska makes her remark and she just manages to keep her smile to herself while commenting to Hannah, "T'zaim gave me some recommendations on the harpers. But he folded all the papers into paper cranes so I needed to unfold them in order to read them. I'm not sure he deserves any special thanks for that." There's a decided fond undertone of 'that bastard' in there.

M'noq actually takes a step backwards at Iska's comment, he's so surprised. "Is that so? Not sure if you're the best one to be giving hair-cutting advice," is all he says, making a little scissors-motion along the side of his head. He tries to play it straight, but a teasing grin breaks out at the end. A pointed look is sent to Clementine. "You know that's not the kind of distraction I meant. Try not to ruin all the weyrlings, all right?" He starts off, pauses by Clementine to murmur something in her ear, then goes on.

M'noq mutters "Are we coming up on the time when T'zaim sends the weyrlings out to sleep with anything that moves? We weren't this bad, were we?" to you.

You overhear M'noq mutter, "… we … … … the … … … … … … out … … … … … … … weren't … bad, … we?" to Clementine.

"Healthy," Iska echoes Clem's words, smiling at Hannah despite herself. It's just a good day, okay?! "Did he just say my hair looked bad?" she wonders aloud, watching the wingsecond leave with a peculiar glint to witchlight eyes. Then the blueling is turning to face the other two women, saying, "I think you ran them all off, Clem," with a smirk.

"Paper cranes?" Hannah clasps her hands together and narrows her eyes, drawn away from M'noq and Iska's hair cutting topic to consider Clementine and then, further, beyond her to the Weyrlingmaster's lair. Back to the girls as M'noq takes off, she squints and loosens her hands enough to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Or I did." A self-depreciating smirk turns up the corner of her mouth. "Besides, one of mine would never ruin a weyrling." Shhh. "I think he's jealous." Of Iska's fabulous locks. Definitely. "I think we all could use a distraction." And that's Hannah's murmured comment as she nods her head quickly. "Good night, ladies." Beat. "I am late for a meeting. Clem, I'll be back to the weyr by morning, but we'll go over those applications then." To Iska: a little finger wiggle of good-bye and the Weyrwoman walks onward, into the rest of the day.

Clementine snickers for whatever M'noq whispered to her and she wrinkles her nose. "I'm going to make him have fun one of these days." Except her idea of fun and M'noq's idea of fun, well, they might be different. Very different. "Ignore him. We're going to make hair your look so awesome." She's certain of that, even as she drops the inspection of her hair. Amused, "I have that affect on men." There's a quiet laugh for Hannah's responses and she gives the muddy ground a little kick. "In the morning then, Hannah." She nods for her instructions and sighs. Because it's raining and they're all standing outside. Because she can, she loops her arm into Iska's. "It's cold an disgusting out. And I got my vacation approved." Because Hannah is awesome. "Time to plan." There's going to be planning. Isn't that so exciting?!! There's also going to be food and the indoors.