Who

G'tan, Aztrexia, R'keon, S'ayde, Mayte, Harriet, Zisiene, Agertha, Eala, Selaine, Kyara, Naomi, F'in, Seskan (NPC, played by G'tan)

What

The T-Tourney kicks off with an easy-going party…and streaking. Butt it's not what you think.

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When

It is evening of the twenty-second day of the eighth month of the seventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Living Cavern, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 15 Apr 2016 06:00

 

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Every time. EVERY time.


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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.


Despite there being a definite air of last-minute locking into place - including an incident involving a wayward block of newly-acquired ice, a blue firelizard, and Cremla wielding a broomstick alongside one of her assistants - the party meant to start off the revival of Igen Weyr's T-Tourney with a bang (so to speak) is finally ready to go. The Living Cavern entry is flung wide to keep the air moving, the breeze wafting about various succulent scents from the steaming tables and sideboards manned by drudges and lower kitchen staff. Bright tapestries and plentiful glows brighten the room as a whole, and while it's all been made to look and smell amazing, this kickoff is more casual than the award ceremony to end the thing will be. G'tan meanders through the growing crowd, giving handshakes and greetings as he makes his way toward the raised dais where the leadership table sits, riding pants and boots and a white tunic with sleeves rolled to the elbows his simple garb for the evening. Easy and enjoyable - that's the goal to start!

Aztrexia had only been to something like a gather once in her lifetime, her mother having been too ashamed of her daughter's ixed heritage to let her go to one, even the Zingari parties had been off limits to her, so now, free of the burdenous chains her mother had put on here, Trexa gets to go to a party. Some of the last of her marks had gone to buy a white dress with netted sleeves and shells sewn into it. She walks in now, desert blooms woven into her hair, a bright contrast to her dark coloring. Her hazel eyes sweep the growing crowd and she heads for the liquor, and a place to sit and be a wllflower. It's hard to socialize when you don't know anyone.

R'keon likes a crowded room that yields a hundred stories, damn good food, and enough alcohol freely-flowing to pickle a spleen. The assistant weyrlingmaster's presence will indicate also indicate the presence of some of his charges, Qalamath, sunning himself on the highest of pinnacles, a distant sentinel for the growing beasts. "The line starts here." Voice like radio interference, harshly claiming his spot for a little liquor.

It's been over a turn since S'ayde's gone to a weyr event that he wasn't required to go to. Over a turn since he's seen some of his friends, or done anything fun for that matter. Recently returned from a trip to see family, The green riding Zingari man is looking healthier and happier than he has in a long time. Dressed in his native clothing, he makes quite the sight. A black silk vest with scarlet trim is the only thing coverig his chest, leaving his muscled torso open to sight. It is paired with a loose, flowing pair of black silk trousers tight at the waist and ankle and held up with a sash of scarlet. His feet are adorned with sandals and his face adorned with a bright smile and mischievous hazel eyes. Walking around with a tumbler of whiskey, he chats and intermingles with people, his laughter ringing out on occasion.

While the opening event may be more casual, Mayte sweeps in looking severely casual in jet black, her hair echoing the treatment in a severe braid. She doesn't look too pleased as she surveys the crowd but her expression smoothes out as Cremla says something in her ear and finally Mayte smiles, even if it looks faintly involuntary. Finally, Mayte looks pleasant as she moves into the crowd, nodding in greeting as she passes R'keon, a brief wave to S'ayde that gets echoed at G'tan as the short woman makes her way to a glass of water.

Harriet has been thin on the ground at the Weyr of late, perhaps thinner even than usual, but sometimes her contacts here can get things that she can't find anywhere else. This trip is full of surprises; Cremla's rampage for one, and this party for another. The firelizard fracas riled up Buttercup, and the tiny gold scrambles frantically across Harriet's shoulders mussing the young woman's hair and trampling her scarf. With a sort of determined resignation Harriet decides she's earned some free good food, and looks for the buffet line, fending Buttercup off of her collarbone with one hand.

The whole place looks busy. All the better for a very short girl to slip through the growing crowd mostly un-noticed. Zisiene's making her way towards the food, and it's only because she managed to con a ride from a blue rider that she's even here. Klah is Isie's goal, and she's not going to stop until she has a mug.

Agertha makes her way in to the living caverns, and stops as she looks around. She's never seen the place look so fancy before. Agertha just takes a moment to look around before she finds a place that's relatively out of the way.

There are those among the weyrlings who have snatched wildly at the promise of any sort of freedom, and Eala is among that number. Oriahysciath seems content enough to allow her rider some distance, as long as she's allowed to keep very careful tabs on everything the blonde does — including with whom she chooses to socialize. Given the regulations of weyrlinghood, it hasn't even crossed the woman's mind to throw on anything other than her uniform. It's clean, at least, and so is she, but it's not the most party-appropriate garb. Rather than head straight for the food, she passes by the promise of booze with an envious glance, before making her way toward a small gaggle of her fellow weyrlings.

It's also been some time since Selaine's attended any kind of large gathering, though she'd been tempted to go to some gathers from a while back. Today though, she can be found amongst the growing crowd. She dons a rather modest dress of blue, loose-fitting around her growing belly and hair flowing loosely around her shoulders. She weaves through the crowd carefully, smiling and greeting friends and wingmates. S'ayde gets a wave when spotted, and Mayte gets a proper salute, of course. Familiar faces all get some kind of greeting from the greenrider as she makes her to find something to drink.

Kyara is a veritable bright spot of eagerness as she makes her way into the caverns - not loudly so, but it's clear the greenrider is quite excited to be here. She's missed the Tourney and couldn't be more pleased to see it coming back to life. Igen has needed it, to her mind. A light, calf-length skirt of crunkled blue linen and a white blouse serve well enough for the easy - if gilt-edged - air of the place, and she's quick to find a glass of something cold before claiming a spot at a table and glancing around, waving to Selaine and slipping a wink to S'ayde as familiar faces are spotted. Open chairs at her table!

Naomi's there as well with that gaggle of weyrlings, now that Aionedyth is barely old enough to stay away from her for a short period. How long that'll last though is hard to say. In the meanwhile, she'll attempt to mingle and be social. She, too, is in her weyrling uniform because, hey, it's comfortable and she doesn't really have anything nice to wear. The brownrider weyrling is quiet as she stands amongst the other weyrlings, brown eyes observant as she listens to the others chatter away and groan about how they can't drink yet.

R'keon damned his riding leathers with the heat, having donned the respectful garb of the bazaar, robes faintly striped vertically (it's Turn Seven chic). Though not favored to drink much themselves, AWLMs in no way suffer along with the weyrlings. He salutes Mayte with three fingers pressing against his forehead then he's gone, mingling or conniving and sharing his presence of being. Then, maybe to show off, he loiters around the weyrlings, liquor dark within a crystal goblet Zeyta has yet to embezzle. He looks like he's enjoying himself, tongue licking his lips after his third mouthful.

G'tan finally ascends to the dais, off to the side at first as he looks around for N'tael. Not finding the young Weyrleader (who'd been caught up in a protracted meeting, last he knew), he turns back, spying Mayte in the process. He beckons the Weyrwoman over with a lopsided smile, coming front and center in the meantime and clearing his throat, clasping his hands at his back and raising his voice to carry above the din. Bellowing at a wing during drills is good practice for such things. "IGEN! Good evening!" He'll wait for the chatter to die a little more before going on.

"Naomi." F'in appears as if by magic next to his cousin. "How're you settlin' in, there, brownrider?" He's got a plate piled with food. F'in knows the secret of getting the best tidbits. Being 'helpful' in the kitchen until the staff buy you off with food to leave them to their business. He straightens at G'tan's bellow and looks attentively at the dais. Well, he's attending his food, mostly. But he's paying attention. Really.

Agertha sighs as a certain green dragon demands her attention. Agertha makes her way back towards the exit. Not even able to enjoy the party.

Harriet lingers in the line for food, waiting her turn but partway out of habit when exposed to a voice of authority, keeping an eye and an ear on G'tan as the line slowly shuffles forward.

Water! Water at last! Mayte guzzles it and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Delicately. The salutes are acknowledged and brief salutes sketched back at each, turning to speak with a pretty bluerider… Right in time for G'tan to wave her over and Mayte follows, in time for… "Ugh! G'tan! So loud!" Probably pointless to chastise, though she levels a mildly grumpy look at him. Still, Mayte doesn't protest, waving a hand for attention… like the Weyrsecond needs it, per her own ringing ears but she waves her glass for a refill before looking expectantly at the man.

It is a lucky thing that Aztrexia is able to get to the drinks before the crowds start filling in. She manages to snag a flute of somethig fruity and delicious and makes her way around, that is, until G'tan's voice goes booming across the din of the room. Trexa stops and looks up at the source of the voice, hazel eyes dancing. It's a good thing she wasn't armed this evening, startling Trexa is a good way to get hurt.

Many, many familiar faces drift by S'ayde, and S'ayde is glad to see them. G'tan, Selaine, Agertha, Mayte, Kyara and anyone else who greets him gets a return salute, except for Kyara, who gets the added bonus of a return wink and a salacious smile. The female merchant he's talking to interrupts him with a silent flipping up of her index finger when G'tan speaks. Caught mid-sentence, S'ayde nods and takes a drink, Hazel eyes flicking to where G'tan stands.

As conversation flags between weyrlings in the wake of G'tan's call for attention, Eala's gaze drifts around the room, eventually alighting on the nearby R'keon. Or more accurately, that goblet in his hand. The envy is palpable. Where is C'sei when you need him? With a huff of breath, she turns her gaze toward the center of attention, shaking off other desires in favor of paying attention to authority.

Once Selaine manages to find herself a drink and even fill up a plate of goodies, she finds her way to Kyara's table when she spots the other greenrider. A warm smile is given to the other woman as she places her things down on the table and takes a seat, letting out a soft sigh. "Kyara. Haven't seen you in a while." She gives the other a wry grin after pointing out that little fact just before G'tan calls their attention and she switches her focus to the Weyrsecond for the moment, occassionally taking a sip of her drink.

The sound of her name diverts Naomi's attention away from her fellow weyrlings to focus it on F'in as he appears beside her. If she was surprised by his sudden appearance, her expression doesn't show it. Her lips curl into a small smile. "Well enough," she responds, gaze flickering to his plate of food before drifting to the dais as G'tan calls for their attention.

R'keon's lean form remains standing at G'tan's call for attention though his post by the weyrlings hasn't changed, except when lifting his glass in silent greeting for Oasis's wingleader and his daughter, the latter happening to be the new Helen of Troy. Throw thyselves at her feet. At least it's entertaining until he trades his attentions to the Weyrsecond.

Licking his fingers, the bronzerider shifts his plate towards Naomi. Plenty to share there. "'ave at it." He recalls weyrlinghood. The food was plentiful, but even so, not enough of it! For the bottomless pit that is F'in stomach, at least. There are some things that Impression doesn't change. He spots a drudge emerging into the caverns with a particularly laden tray and his eyes go wide, "Here." Enjoy F'in's plate, Naomi, all yours now. If she doesn't take it, he'll absently take it along, eyes locked on the tray weaving through the tables. Focus. F'in has it.

Kyara smiles in subtle counter to S'ayde before turning her attention to Selaine, her smile becoming a grin. "Hello, Selaine! It's been some time…" Then G'tan is hollering, and she trails off, slipping a knowing glance to her fellow greenrider before sipping at her drink and listening to the Weyrsecond. They'll pick up again in a bit.

G'tan might be a little surprised to get scolded (he's been louder), but takes it in stride, grinning unabashedly at Mayte before raising his voice again - not quite as loud now that the din has diminished. "Gonna be quick, I promise," he assures the room. "First of all, many thanks to our Weyrwoman and her junior for their organization of the Caverns for this; they've outdone themselves." A little half-bow is given over to Mayte before he goes on. "The Weyrleader's with us in spirit for now, but thanks to him as well for allowin' the T-Tourney to come back around. Everyone's been workin' their asses off with drill and tactics adjustments, we've got a strong new crop of weyrlings, we're dealin' with the perpetual challenge of Threadfall and marchin' on through Igen's summer… We work hard, so let's play hard for a bit. On behalf of all the Weyrleadership, I declare the T-Tourney officially underway!" He waits for the reaction, turning to Mayte to see if she has anything to add.

Stranger in a strange land, even if it was home for a few sevendays, Harriet settles for throwing together a sandwich and slips out.

Agertha grumbles under her breath as she slips back in. Now where was she? Making her way to find something to eat, giving salutes where salutes are required, and generally just doing her best to not look as out of place as she feels in the clothing that has her looking more like a Zingari merchant than the greenrider that she is.

Mayte totally will take credit, stepping on tip toe to see if she can spot Diem and wave at her… But her wave is vague and undirected because Diem is somewhere… somewhere. She applauds politely at G'tan's announcements, especially that of the Weyrlings while her eyes still wander over the crowd and she waves briefly at a few people. When given the chance, though, Mayte clears her throat and speaks up, her voice a little hoarser than usual. "There's plenty of food and drink, so be merry but remember," and here her tone is almost… motherly. Chiding, "You have to be up and awake for the races tomorrow!" This isn't just some free ride, young la…me… people!

Clapping's impossible for someone with a drink in hand, though R'keon's features extend as he appraises G'tan's announcement, blue eyes watching the room react. He finally slinks beside Naomi and Eala, shoulder knot facing the opposing direction. "Another reason to get up in the mornings." He rasps, eyes still more or less on the dais in case the Weyrwoman decides to distribute a few words.

Aztrexia gives a polite clap after G'tan makes his announcement, after all, she has no idea what he's talking about. What is a T-Tourney? Mayte's follow up announcement doesn't help. Races? Good sharding grief, what had Trex walked into? Shaking her head, she makes her way through the crowd, eyes watching, lower lips clutched between her teeth as she looks for another flute of the delicious drink she's partaking of.

Smiling as she makes her way from where she's parked herself, it's hard to say if Zisiene's behaving or not? Certainly the girl's apologies when she bumps into this or that person are sincere. She finally makes her way to where she's able to see what's on the buffet. Oh was that someone's foot? Oops.
G'tan and Mayte are accorded the proper attention, but Eala doesn't seem terribly invested until R'keon materializes at her elbow. A glance goes toward the assistant weyrlingmaster. "Can we compete?" she asks with sudden interest, revitalized by the promise of competition. "I know we're out of luck when it comes to the dragon-related things, but will they let us pass ourselves off as civilians?"

S'ayde listens to the announcement and applauds after, smiling. He lived for things such as this. And, S'ayde, being who he is, can't wait to sign up for some of the events he'd heard were happening. S'ayde waves hello at Zisiene as she passes by, he'd been hearing good things from some of the Zingari teachers about her, he's got his eye on her for sure. Once the announcement is over completely, S'ayde excuses himself from his conversation and makes his way over to Kyara and Selaine. "Well aren't you two lovely ladies shining like jewels this evening?" His tone is jovial as he approaches, leaning on the back of one of the surrounding chairs.

R'keon slowly draws his attention to Eala, expression open to her admission as he kicks back the last of the liquor, teeth exposes for a second as he manifests a strong swallow. The burn against his throat is a lucious balm. "Technically, G'deon's call, but if he needs encouragement…" He lets the sentence hang in mid-air, words no longer his artform. He'll advocate for the weyrlings if it comes down to it. "Maybe an event of… your own." The burn, it never lasts long. He's already visually seeking a replacement.

Motherly? That's not one G'tan has heard from Mayte before. An amusedly lifted eyebrow says as much. "Doin' alright?" he asks, attention fully on Mayte now that everyone is free do go about their drinking and imbibing. "You're soundin' a little rough around the edges." Off to the right of the dais, a group of Harpers strike up a lively tune to add to the festivites. The Weyrsecond glances briefly over toward the weyrlings. Next target? Quite possibly. But only once he's finished chatting with Mayte.

Zisiene nods at S'ayde as she passes by with a plate heaped with food. Yes, she'll eat all of that huge mound of food. She's hungry, food first then other things. Like finding out what the events are. She's sure she heard them, but Isie being Isie she's also certain she was too focused on getting food to really pay attention.

Selaine listens quietly as G'tan officially announces the beginning of the T-Tourney, munching away at her plate as she does so. There's a soft chuckle at Myate's chiding. The greenrider does her fair share of clapping once the pair finish their announcements. She then turns her attention back to Kyara, possibly to continue where they'd left off, only for S'ayde to join the little duo. Selaine smiles widely as he greets them, chuckling softly at his compliment. "It's nice to see you, too, S'ayde. Won't you join us?" She gestures to the seat that he leans on.

Free to speak again, Kyara returns her attention to Selaine. "Even during drills I haven't seen much of you. How have you been?" And then there's S'ayde, who gets a tilted little grin. "And don't the Zingari always, themselves?" she counters, also nodding to the chair he leans on, as Selaine does. "Good evening, S'ayde."

Her announcement duties done for the time being, Mayte is just about to turn away and look for another glass of water when G'tan's tone pulls her back. "Me?" That false brightness, "I'm fine!" One hand flaps to the crowd around them, "Surrounded by friends, how can't I be?" It's not that the lady doth protest too much, it's that she does it so badly. Shaking her head, the Weyrwoman shrugs his concern away, "And if you don't go… entertain someone, I'll show you rough around edges." It's supposed to be a joke but Mayte pushes off and tells the Weyrsecond, "Go do something useful and entertain people. I'll be back." Vague, but Mayte disappears into the crowd to go collect some water, passing by Axtrexia with a "How do you do?" before sneaking over to R'keon and Eala and asking, "How do you two do?"

Aztrexia listens as she walks through the crowds, her training kicking in even when at liesure. HEr sharp hazel eyes take in everything around her without giving anything back and a small, amused smile plays at her lips. Such pomp…much more glamour than she was used to. Trexa sips at her drink, the delectable flavor of the drink tickling her tastebuds as it goes down. There's a pleasant pik-buzz at the back of her head as she wanders. Mayte's question is barely heard before the woman is walking away. Aztrexia shrugs and moves on.

Lips curl in satisfaction with that answer, as Eala smirks up at R'keon. "It's another way to keep us out of trouble," she suggests with a low laugh, and a glance toward that drink in his hand. Trouble. "I just want to run. I don't care whether that's the regular races, or something just for us. And anything else they can throw in our direction." The blonde is already apparently so eager for a distraction. Mayte's sudden appearance does seem to startle her, and she stares at the Weyrwoman for a long moment before answering, "Weyrwoman. I'm doing well."

Zisiene slips into a chair near the buffet. Time to eat.

"I would most certainly be honored to join you." S'ayde grins and straightens, giving a bow before taking the indicated seat, a grin upon his lips. Eyes take in the tw lovely ladies in front of him as S'ayde drinks deeply of his cup. Those same eyes gloss over momentarily as Kataskiath chides from her perch, a perpetual nag about the Zingari man's drinking habits. But Zingari drink whiskey like water, it'd take a lot more than the drink he has now to plow the greenrider.

Agertha has fetched up next to S'ayde, Selaine, and Kyara with a small plate of food. She's not really looking for them it's just luck that has her so close to the group. A smile is given as se seats herself at an empty table just next to where the group is. Now if only she can shut up that over loud voice in her head, Agertha would be just fine. Kestrath's just loud. It's her thing.

It's Mayte's tone that has G'tan's brows hiking in dubious amusement as she answers him, her last having him giving a snort and then laughing as he does as bid and turns to find someone else to speak with. He'll get around to the weyrlings; Mayte's got them for now. A moment of vagueness marks his conferring with his lifemate, after which he spares one more glance toward the goldrider, curious. Then he's back to it, sauntering down off the dais so that he isn't standing over everyone more than he normally does (to some).

R'keon's attentions are scattered in the bounty of sights and faces, but he bows his head, shorn hair prominent, to Mayte and stands, "good, lady of the queen. Better in a moment." His voice may go unnoticed, low words lost as their poor structure unravels in the cavern's audio buzz. He returns with two drinks, one for himself that smells of fossil fuel, and a red wine of unknown vintage for the Weyrwoman. If it sucks, don't blame him, he didn't grow the grapes.

"Drills?" Selaine echoes when Kyara mentions it, "Well, I can't really participate in those right now, can I?" There's a light chuckle from the greenrider as she pats her belly. Though it's a bit more noticeable now that she's sitting, her dress does a fairly good job of hiding the baby bump when she's standing. When S'ayde takes up the seat offered, she turns to him with a small smile before addressing her fellow greenriders, "And how've you two been lately?" Agertha's nearby presence is noticed and she offers a nod to her as well.

Surprise Weyrwoman! "What's keeping you out of trouble?" she asks Eala with a near suspicious tone but belied by a little grin. An eyebrow at R'keon's greeting but hey look, he comes with wine and Mayte… pauses. PAUSES before her hand reaches for the glass. "Thanks, master of Weyrlings." Some of his own medicine, perhaps? Mayte's smile is vague and she raises the glass for a sip. Whatever the quality of the wine, Mayte turns back to Eala, "And how are you and…" pause for name? "Oriahysciath?" Did she pronounce that right?

Here's the thing - someone has usually ended up streaking at these things. It's a fact that might have been misplaced and forgotten over the past couple of Turns, though maybe it's one that'll get remembered at the end of the Tourney. That's the usual time for it. Indeed, none of the dragonriders seem near to stripping down and reviving the tradition. However, the evening just won't be complete without something. That something comes in the form of the doors to the inner caverns banging open - first one, with no one apparently responsible at first glance, then both, with one of the nannies tottering through, arms outstretched. "Stop that boy!" What boy? Why, the very blonde, very blue-eyed, very naked toddler that comes giggle-shrieking through the crowd, the cloth that is probably supposed to be covering his little pink bum trailing from one chubby fist. Only coming up to most everyone's knees, he can easily slip past people…or careen, more aptly…and fit under tables. Look out! No telling where he's headed next!

Kyara looks a bit bemused at Selaine's reply at first, then quickly puts two and two together, especially when the other greenrider's hand goes to her stomach. "Oh!" Amber eyes go round, lips curving into slow smile. "Was it…after Akitith's last?" Agertha is spied out of the corner of her eye and beckoned to. "You can come join us if you like, Agertha. May as well make it the green table, yeah?" Another wink is slipped to S'ayde in passing, knowing for the flicker of vagueness in his gaze…and then there goes a nekkid baby! She stares a moment, then can't help but laugh a bit! "Well, there's a clever lad." Seriously, how did he get out of the nannies' clutches?

Agertha grins as she nods, "Aye," she says as she moves to join the table, "How does one know for certain if there is," a nod to Selaine's belly. A glare is sent ceiling ways, "I wish that Kes could learn to be quiet."

"Competing, if G'deon agrees to it." And given the eager glint to blue eyes, it's unlikely Eala's tenacity will let it rest until she has her permission. "You can show off your new crop of weyrlings." Is there something slightly sly in the way she says that? If so, it's there and gone after only a moment. The invasion of a nude terror draws her eye for a moment, as the blonde takes a swift step back to avoid that careening menace. "What th-" Sharp gaze searches out the form of the nannies, but although there's a clear impulse to chase down the little hellion, she resists. "We're doing well," she answers after a moment, still clearly distracted. "She's a handful."

R'keon cants his head left and up as he considers the epithet of 'master of weyrlings'. It has certain merit, but not something that waylays him long from another innumerable quaff of liquor just after he's resettled at the table sporting some weyrlings and a Weyrwoman. A dangerous or fortuitous combination but his nerves do not care about either outcome. The toddler amongst them he hears via reaction from other parties with a better proximity, but he's trying to catch the eye of Helen of Igen, now and again following the line of the women's conversation intelligently (that's his goal).

S'ayde comes back just in time to notice Selaine's pat to the belly. "My, my, congratulations Ms. Selaine." Agertha is smiled at. "Hey there Aggie." S'ayde sips from his drink again and almost coughs it back out as a toddler goes streaking by. "Was that a…?" He begins to ask as he shakes his head in dispbelief.

Selaine's expression clearly shows her amusement as she watches Kyara's expression change from one to another, letting out a soft laugh at her question and nodding in response. "Yea… I guess I was a bit careless afterwards…" Eyes shift sideways momentarily before she offers another smile in S'ayde's direction. "Thank you." As for Agertha's question… "I'm not quite sure… but the healers have a method of figuring it out?" Her head tilts a bit curiously to the side just as the little toddler comes running through. Blue eyes widen in surprise before Selaine's laughing. "Oh my… hopefully someone catches him before he gets hurt…" And she's obviously not volunteering.

Zisiene blinks at the streaking toddler. Sure she could stop the kid, but why? It's funny, add te desperate to catch said toddler nanny, and Isie is having a hard time not laughing herself right off her chair.

Agertha gives a nod. She didn't want to see the healers. Well, maybe she can keep the suspicion from her lifemate?

Every time. EVERY time. The stunned noise of the crowd has Mayte half turning to catch the sight of a young bare butt and she flushes. "AUGH!" Turning back to AWLM and Weyrling, Mayte is mottled but trying to pretend otherwise. "I can imagine," gulp, "that you'd love to be involved. I'm sure G'deon will find some events for you to participate in." IT really is his discretion after all though one eye cants briefly R'keon-wards. This? This is why Mayte has no patience with children. "I'm very glad to hear that," the Weyrwoman tells Eala, sipping at the wine again as she feels something brush at her leg but when Mayte looks down - nothing.

Yep, that kid is gonna run straight into the midst of Mayte, Eala, and R'keon. Possibly running right into one of the trio's legs, if they don't catch it in time. He's adorable and all, but no one really wants to have a bare-butted toddler run into them in the middle of a party, right?

"Well, sometimes it will happen no matter how careful you are," Kyara points out, the glint in her eyes a bit knowing as she finishes off her glass. "Congratulations, Selaine." Agertha gets a curious look. "I remember Kestrath doing that to you in weyrlinghood. Do you think you might need to revisit a few exercises to help tune her out a bit more?" Once an AWLM, once a Harper… Things don't fade easily from this woman.

Eala looks rather self-satisfied as she adds Mayte's confirmation to the growing list, no doubt to be brought up if anyone tries to stop her from throwing herself into the competition. "Thank you, ma'am." That color in the Weyrwoman's cheeks is eyed curiously, but she doesn't quite draw the link between the streaking child and that flush. Instead, she politely ignores it, glancing at the woman's glass instead. And then something bumps into her legs too, and she looks down to see a flash of a nude toddler riiight around their feet. "Stay very still," she warns Mayte, as though the child might attack at any moment.

"Most of the time I can keep things toned down," Agertha says with a nod, "Just since her last flight I haven't been able to concentrate enough to keep her quiet," a glance towards the toddler, and she gives a small shrug. Not her concern, "Mostly I don't worry about Kestrath being loud. It's when she goes quiet that I start to watch her," toddlers, and Kestrath. It's when they're quiet you have to worry.

Novel as the party is, Aztrexia quickly becomes claustrophobic and beats a quick exit.

S'ayde follows the conversations and keeps a concerned look on Agertha. "Have you been ill?" S'ayde asks, knowing that when he is recovering its harder to block Kat out. Even normaly, ,if Kataskiath wants to be heard, she's damn well heard.

As Eala suggests, Mayte stands very still. Given her usual relationship with small-sized humans. "They can smell fear, you know," she tells the new greenrider carefully, sipping her wine glass… and then as if it was scripted, the pinte-sized buck-naked child barrels right into Mayte from behind, shrieking with laughter. The child falls onto his rear and Mayte is pushed forward, splashing wine all over herself. "Fuck!" she says loudly. The child looks up and considers whether this is an opportunity to wail. Perhaps not, as Mayte grits her teeth. "If you'll excuse me," she tells Eala, "I will need to go get changed." One sips wine, one does not wear it. A glare at the child and Mayte stomps off towards the Inner Caverns and laundry, to emerge later, looking somewhat more subdued.

G'tan is in the midst of chatting with the wingleader of Sandblast when the shout and following laughter and shrieking and such catches his attention. He looks over just in time to spot the streaking toddler…and immediately frowns. Maybe his cheeks even go a little pinker under that stubble. Apparently this may just be his fault, in a way. He's quick to break away after that, striding off toward where he sees the kid - his son - now crashing into Mayte's legs and ending up on his round little rear on the floor. "Seskan! Get over here!" The sound of his father's voice may pull him up short from rising, but as with most things, this is now a game. He grins and laughs up at G'tan and starts trying to get up to run off again, but the Weyrsecond is quicker. Up goes the squirming little boy into thick arms, exasperation and a shade of embarassment limning G'tan features. "Sorry 'bout that, Weyrwoman," he says. "Weyrling. I'll be back to talk all of you," is aimed at the weyrlings as a whole. And then he's off to deal with a profusely apologizing nanny and to see if he can get his son to sleep so he can enjoy the rest of the evening.

Agertha shakes her head at S'ayde's question, "Nothing like that. Just," a shrug, "little things," like the smell of some foods turning her stomach to the point she's no longer hungry. If she can keep Kes in the dark about the suspicion, then she won't have to worry. The nature of what she does will handle the problem nicely.

"I suppose so," is Selaine's response to Kyara even as she lets out a soft chuckle. "And thank you. Just a few more months now…" Her gaze is fond as she looks down at her ever-growing belly before looking up curiously at Agertha with a small frown, brows knitting together. "It's best to get checked with a healer early if you're feeling odd. I remember being very tired in the beginning… and I got sick quite often.. Couldn't keep food down for a while." There's a slight wrinkle of her nose at those memories.

Agertha gives a nod to Selaine, "I was hoping to not get healers involved," because she isn't ready to have children. Isn't even sure she wants them.

"But if you don't," Kyara points out to Agertha seriously, a finger lifting off her empty glass to do so, "you risk dealing with complications. Endangering yourself. Life is dangerous enough for us." Sighing, she pushes to her feet, glancing toward the food. "I'm going to go get a refill and some food. See you all again in a bit." And with that, she's slipping through the crowd, giving S'ayde's hair a playful ruffle and Selaine's shoulder a little squeeze along the way.

While Eala isn't particularly afraid, she's also not particularly comfortable around small humans. She similarly swears when Mayte pitches forward, and some of that wine threatens to land on her uniform. There's a quick step back, and an understanding nod as the Weyrwoman makes her exit. "Good luck, ma'am," is uttered as the other woman leaves. And there's G'tan to save the day. There's a hint of relief on the blonde's features as the child is swept away, and she doesn't have to be the one to chase him down. A glance acknowledges the Weyrsecond and his intentions, offering up a small smile. "Noted, sir." That stated, she'll fall back into conversation with her fellow weyrlings.

Selaine nods in agreement with Kyara, expression just a tad somber as she nibbles on a meatroll. When the other greenrider excuses herself to get refills, Selaine excuses herself as well, but to take care of … other business. She frowns slightly as she gets up slowly, "Ah, if you'll excuse me as well… " She won't say it but as the greenrider leaves, she's totally headed in the direction of the lavatories. She returns in due time and will continue to mingle with the rest until she's tired enough to return to the groundweyrs.

Everyone seems to be leaving, and honestly, the din of Kataskiath's complaining is becoming more than S'ayde can handle. He flicks a sympathetic look Agertha's way, probably knowing more than he'll ever speak of. "Well, I hope whatever plagues you gets better Aggie, but I fear I must take my leave. Kataskiath's having an apoplexy out there and I better go handle it." He stands, leaving his drink and bows both to Kyara and Agertha before swaggering out of the caverns to deal with his lifemate. Dragons! They think they know everything!

Agertha nods as she stands and makes her way out, "I've got to get Kes to quiet down," the varigated green is becoming a bit too loud again. Behind Agertha trails one short Zingari girl, making like a shadow. Zisiene follows the pair of riders out.

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