Jarley walks out from the inner caverns.
Jarley has arrived.
Jarley hobbles in on crutches, right leg bandaged up and not being allowed to touch the floor.

C'den is sitting by the hearth munching on meatrolls. Ocassionally he'll break off a piece and feed it the creeling blue mass on his shoulder. "What happened to you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at Jarley.

Jarley nods to the greenrider. "Hiya, bro. Glad to see you too." He limps over to a chair and lowers himself into it a bit awkwardly, resting the crutches against a table.

C'den smirks. "Sorry, where are my manners.." He glares toward the bowl briefly, "I do /to/." and turns back to Jarley, smiling brightly. "Hey, Ja! How're you doing?"

Ilexth> Fesinia wanders up from the beach cove, looking like she's spent a fair amount of time at sea by the wobbling path she takes.
Ilexth> Fesinia has arrived.

Ilexth> Ilexth trills sweetly, spotting a familiar face. Or, picking up a familiar scent. She sticks her snout at the poor girl again, almost demanding - Scritch, scritch!

Ilexth> The flapping of dusky blue wings signal Fesinia's arrival, and she slides down off of Gryth's smooth side as if she'd never forgotten how. Her face contorts from its everpresent sadness. "Hello Ilexth.. Have you seen your rider lately?" She carries not one, but two meowing bundles, and can't exactly free her hands.

Jarley grumps. "I'd be much better if it wasn't for this sharding foot. Won't stop hurting."

Ilexth> Fesinia has disconnected.

"You've seen a healer, right?" C'den asks, frowning with genuine concern. Well, Jarley most probably did if he had /any/ more sense than Cal.

And most people do.

Jarley nods. "Of course I did," he replies, a bit crossly. "Where d'you think I got this bandage?" He lifts up his leg to rest it on another chair. "She said it'll still hurt for a while though."

C'den raises his eyebrows and grins quite evilly. "She?" He's definitely interested, now.

Jarley gives his brother a sideways look. "Yes, /she/. The healer."

C'den heaves a sigh and nods slowly. "Ah, I see.."

Jarley frowns at C'den now. "What was that for?" he asks. "Haven't you ever had to see a female healer?"

"Only if I have to." C'den sighs, then looks back at Jarley, dark eyes shinning with amusement. "I thought maybe you were /seeing/ her." He chuckles.

Jarley rolls his eyes. "Yeah, right. Like any girl would ever take a second look at me." He crosses his arms to sulk.

C'den blinks. "Uh, sorry Ja, I was only teasing!" He exclaims, all in a rush.

Jarley sticks his tongue out at the greenrider. "Yeah. Right."

Nadege walks out from the inner caverns.
Nadege has arrived.
A basket shoved up on one hip and brimming with hides precedes Nadege into the cavern. She offers a cheery, if weary smile to those who she knows, and finds the first convenient spot to drop her load. That done, she moves towards the food table for some much needed juice.

Jarley is just sitting with one bandaged foot propped up on a chair and crutches propped up on a table. Oh, and he's still sticking his tongue out at Cal.

C'den grins and sticks his tongue out at Jarley, pbbtting. He waves to Nadege as he leans back in his seat, calling a cheery, "H'lo."

Ilexth> Oryzath backwings for a landing.
Ilexth> Oryzath has arrived.
Ilexth> Charissa slides off of Oryzath with practiced grace.
Ilexth> Charissa has arrived.

Oh, how mature. Nadege looks oddly between the two, but her concern overrides her desire to know just what is causing them to behave so childishly. "Jarley, what happened to your foot?"

Ilexth> Ilexth croons sweetly to Oryzath and noses over to him to snuggle. His rider gets a croon, too. Hi!

Ilexth> Oryzath gives a bass rumble, even as Charissa pulls the straps from the brown's back. Just in case he gets any ideas of going out to swim.

Jarley winces and glances to Nadege, answering, "A runner stepped on it. But it's fine. Doesn't hurt much."

C'den raises an eyebrow at Jarley. "But you said that it hurt.. A /lot/."

Wincing, Nadege peers more intently at the foot, as if she could see through the bandages. "I hope it isn't too bad..." and she's sincere. Picking up her glass of juice, she moves over to her basket. With quiet, but less-than-ladylike grunts, she begins kicking it over towards a seat near the brothers.

Jarley flashes C'den a snarl. "Really, it's /fine/," he insists, sitting up a bit in the chair. "Uhm, Nadege? Could I bother you for something?"

Ilexth> Charissa walks toward the Weyr entrance which leads to the living caverns.
Ilexth> Charissa has left.
Charissa walks in from the bowl.
Charissa has arrived.

"But you /just said/.." C'den starts to argue, but then looks up, smiling at Charissa. "Hi!"

Charissa wanders in, what hair she can pull into a ponytail is done so. Straps are settled by the doorway as fingers waggle to the group present. "Hi..." She keeps walking in, settling a kiss on Cal's cheek, before continuing on. Where's the klah?

Nadege stops her kicking of the basket, just having reached a chair next to Jarley. She looks up, pushing a curl behind her ear, "What's that?"

Taeric has connected.

C'den blushes slightly, then flashes Jarley that evil grin again. "Yeah, Ja.. Tell us, please." He looks back up, smiling sweetly at Charissa. "How are you?"

Jarley ignores C'den's comments and just smiles up at Nadege as charmingly as he can muster. "Would you mind terribly getting me some juice? It's a little hard with my crutches..."

Nadege looks from the table, to Jarley, to her own untouched glass. After a moment of agonizing, she deigns to part with the precious, oh-so-needed liquid. "Here, I can get another glass... and I haven't contaminated this one yet. Promise." She flashes her own charming smile, setting the glass down on the edge of Jarley's chair, then turns back towards the table.

Taeric emerges from the inner caverns, a pair of scrolls under one arm and a mug of klah in the free hand. He pauses to glance about, then heads for an empty table near one side of the cavern.

"Fine," Charissa calls back, as she scoots over to the table, klah in hand. By C'den she settles, before she finally spies them. "Crutches?"

Jarley grins. "Hey, thanks Nadege," he says, snatching up the glass and gulping half of its contents down. Yes, there are crutches next to him and his foot's bandaged and propped up on a chair.

Nadege doesn't seem to hear, already at the food table. While she's here, she may as well pick up a few things.... She's busily loading up a plate with various goodies, including no small amount of cookies and meatrolls. Her new glass of juice also waits next to her.

"Runner stepped on his foot." C'den explains, pointing a thumb at his younger brother. "Hey, have you seen Muffins lately? She's missing again." She just /better/ not come back like she did last time..

Taeric props his feet up on another chair and rolls the hides out on the table, but makes only the barest pretext of reading them, an ear cocked to the conversations.

Charissa murmurs, "Should I ask what happened.... ow." She winces at C'den's explaination, before she shakes her head. "Sorry to hear that. Muffins?" A blink, before she shakes her head. "Nope... not at all. She missing?"

Jarley swallows down the last of the juice. Frowning at the glass, he ventures, "Nadege?"

Nadege is just flouncing back towards her seat, narrowly avoiding her basket o' hides when Jarley calls to her again. Upon arriving, she sets the plate conveniently between Jarley and herself, then inquires, "Yeesss?" Her own juice glass is brought to her lips for a sip.

Jarley holds up his empty glass. "I...I'm still thirsty," he says. "Would you mind?"

Agonizing again, Nadege's kindness takes over, and she tears herself awayfrom juice and goodies to return, once more, to the juice decanter.

C'den nods. "See, I went to Forsaken with D'ot and Cuteth, and brought Muffins along.. We were there the other day, looking and this girl that was there said she'd look, and.." He finally stops to take a breath, then merely shrugs. He spots Taeric out of the corner of his eye and turns to him, grinning. "New here?"

Taeric glances up from one of the hides -- tithe reports, how... interesting -- with attempted surprise. "Aye, sir. Just off the boat last night."

Charissa is listening intently, and suddenly, Cal stops. Head tilts, as she peeks around him to see who he's talking to. Fingers waggle to Taeric, before she murmurs, "Welcome."

Taeric waves back, the hide re-rolling itself as he lifts his hand. "Thank you, ma'am."

Jarley grins. "Thanks, Nadege!" he calls after the harper, leaning over to peer at the tray of goodies.

Nadege turns to notice the stranger at almost the same moment. That's a new voice. Nadege offers her characteristic friendly smile, still watching as she returns with Jarley's juice. At the mention of the word Ma'am, however, she shudders inexplicably, and immediately ducks into her chair and dips her head.

"He's not back again is he?" Nadege immediately begins searching about for the rider with her eyes.

"Sir?" C'den isn't used to that.. That /sir/ business. "I guess I am getting kind of old..." He muses. "Well, Wel-" He nods to Charissa. She beat him to it.

Jarley takes the juice from Nadege with one hand and a meatroll in the other. "Who's not back?" he asks before taking a bite of the 'roll.

Charissa shakes her head at the name Ma'am. "He's not here." Long joke, but a known one... since the rider is around here somewhere.

Taeric pauses with one hand raised in rolling the hide out again. "Excuse me?"

Another shudder passing through her, Nadege stagewhispers, "Ma'am..." Just in case he's watching. Don't want to draw any attention from the nasty 'rider.

[Had to use the phone real quick]

Taeric scoots off his bench and offers a hand, palm up in deference to rank. "Taeric, rider Charissa. Formerly of Bitra Hold."

"Pleased to meet you." C'den says, grabbing the poor guy's hand and shaking vigorously. Jealous? Surely not.

Taeric shifts attention, startled, then chuckles and returns the shake with a bit more restraint. "Thanks. You're...?"

Jarley stuffs the rest of the meatroll in his mouth and sets down his juice to push himself up in the chair. Chewing, he winces as his bandaged foot drags across the chair it's resting on, then gulps down the 'roll.

C'den is still grinning broadly, even as he says through almost clenched teeth, "C'den. Rider of Green Ilexth."

Nadege's eyes flit to the foot as she notes the wince, and her lips tug into a worried, sympathetic frown for a moment. "Are you alright, Jarley? Do you need anything else?"

Taeric tries surreptitiously to retrieve his hand before it's shaken right off. "Bitra's duties to your Weyr and queens, riders."

Charissa watches. She was going to shake his hand, honest, but well... C'den beat her to it. "My dragon's Oryzath, the brown that has no doubt gotten himself wet."

Jarley waves a hand. "Nah, I'm fine. Thanks." He retrieves his juice glass for another gulp, then smiles at Nadege. "I appreciate the offer though."

C'den flashes his oh-so-charming smile at Charissa as he nods. "Yes.. Probably with Ilexth, as well." Hint, hint. He's still got a firm grip on poor Taeric's hand, too.

Nadege just nods, returning to her juice and cookies, assured of the fact that she is free of obligation to the injured one.

Taeric nods to Charissa, and with a merry grin offers the opposite hand. "Tied up, but honored."

Jarley frowns a bit as he reaches for a second meatroll. "Hey, Nadege. Have you seen Kaelys around? I wanted to talk to her about something..."

Startled from the thoughts she had so quckly receded into, Nadege takes a moment to digest the question, then shakes her head. "No, I haven't seen her in a bit. But I can deliver a message if I do...?"

Charissa takes the hand gently. She won't keep a hold of him, honest. Instead, she lets it go after a moment, as she peeks up to Taeric. "What brings you to Who Knows?"

Jarley shakes his head. "Nah, that's okay. I'm sure I'll see her around sometime." He leans back in the chair again and munches on his meatroll quietly.

C'den releases Taeric's hand, almost tossing it away before he crosses his arms over his chest and sulks. Posessive? Jealous? Not Cal.

Taeric tips his head, shrugging one shoulder. "Oh, travel's always a good thing." Whether intended or not. "Besides, I felt like a change of climate. This place is a little warmer than I expected, though." He tucks his hands, once released, into his pockets for safekeeping. It's /dangerous/ for them around here.

"Oh." Nadege decides now might be a good time to focus on those hides she lugged in here. Reaching into the basket, she pulls out a few piles that already seem to be sorted, the nsets about doing the same with the rest, allocating them to the piles already formed.

Charissa nods, as she nudges Cal for a moment. What's with the sulking? "Well, welcome, at any rate," she adds to Taeric, before looking up to the greenrider. "Now what was this about Muffins?"

"It's warm at No, too." C'den points out, still sulking. Yeah, so go there. "She's missing." He explains, then goes back to sulking.

Taeric nods after the brownrider, then beats a retreat to his table and hides, with a glance -- rather a wary glance -- toward C'den. He scoops up his klah mug, but after a quick test with one finger apparently decides it's cooled too much, and pads around toward the 'buffet' for more.

Jarley sighs and sets down the remains of his meatroll and juice. "I'd better go report in to Master Darevis," he says, getting to his feet with his crutches. "See ya later, Nadege." Waving to anyone else also, he hobbles out.
Jarley walks out into the bowl.
Jarley has left.

C'den stands suddenly, reaching for a klah pitcher. He's big and scary, Taeric.. You have been warned. He sits back down, waving idly to Jarley.

Charissa makes a face at the sulker. Fine, if he doesn't want to talk.... she looks over to Nadage, wondering, "How did the flight go? I was over at Igen at the time, showing Oryzath to my mother."

Peering up from her hides to watch Jarley retreat, Nadege utters a quiet sigh meant only for herself. She continues to watch for a bit, until she starts to take an absent sip of her juice and ends up missing her lip. As juice splashes on the front of her shirt, she learns a lesson in the importance of paying attention. Oh yeah, she also squeals.

The hide rolls up again as Taeric starts and looks to Nadege, eyebrows rising. Then he stifles a grin hurriedly and ducks his head to try to read again.

Nadege looks up at Charissa as she swipes at the front of her blouse, brow furrowed in annoyance with herself for being so clumsy, "Huh? Oh... It uhm... I guess it went ok." She's a little distracted, understandably.

C'den pouts some more. He /does/ want to talk to her.. Sniffle. "Are you alright, Nadege?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Nadege's eyes shoot sidelong towards Taeric, and this seems to lower her spirits even more. Well, there goes her good mood. She kneels down, piling her hides up again with a grumble, and several slapping sounds as the hides are treated roughly. Looking up, she nods, "Fine... just fine." Oh yeah, that was convincing.

Charissa nods, though not completely convinced... she's running out of people to talk to. Cal's sulking, he ran off Taeric, Nadage is blue.... sigh. Klah is drunk, instead of speaking.

C'den stops sulking.. He's just pouting, now, as he taps Charissa lightly on the shoulder. "Chari? Are /you/ alright?"

Klah is settled back on the table, as Charissa looks up to C'den. "Fine," she muses, quietly, before thinking back to the former conversation. "What were you doing with D'ot and Cuteth?" Uh oh.

"D'ot and Cuteth?" C'den blinks, and looks around frantically. "Noth-..Visiting Forsaken." He finishes lamely as his dark eyes come to rest on hers.

With another small glare to Taeric, Nadege hoists her basket. Precious juice and food is lifted up onto the brimming hides with her free hand and carefully balanced before she moves to a nice, quiet, lonely corner of the LC.

Taeric catches the glare that time, and immediately looks contrite. He abandons his hides to roll up as they will, and follows Nadege. "I'm sorry," he says, as soon as he's in earshot without waking up the rest of the cavern. "May I help you with those?"

Charissa raises brows, hazel eyes just narrowing a touch. "Uh huh." Definate uh oh, now, as she goes back to sipping her klah.

"I /was/!" C'den protests, looking even more frantic now, even though it /is/ the truth. "J'sal.. J'sal sent us there to give a message to the holders." Don't ask J'sal to confirm that, though.

Nadege looks up sharply as the basket is dropped with a resounding *FLOOF*. "Not particularly. I'm here." She flumps into a seat, settlign her skirts, and draws her palte into her lap. Yes, she's going to munch, and sulk, and glare, and be in a generally bad mood. And you can't do anything about it. Hah! Ok, so maybe she could be convinced to smile rather easily... but she'll never admit it.

Taeric's never been one to give up /that/ quickly, and now is no exception. He claims a seat just across from Nadege, still looking as apologetic as a Bitran can manage. "I honestly am sorry, miss... I'm afraid I don't know your name."

Charissa glances back to C'den, pondering that statement and look and disecting it. Well... he does sound sincrere... but this is D'ot and Cuteth we're talking about. "What sort of message?"

"Nadege," she informs shortly. A meatroll is promptly stuffed inher mouth as she stares Taeric down from under lowered brows.

C'den hesitates, but only for a moment. "A secret one."

Or made up. Charissa simply nods, before finishing off her klah. "Maybe J'sal will tell me." He's helpful in stuff like this. Or is he?

To Charissa, maybe. To Cal, no. "Uhhmm.. No. No he won't. It's a secret." C'den repeats.

Charissa simply nods to that. Not another word has escaped her lips. Good or bad?

Taeric nods, smiles hopefully, and offers a hand. Warily, but it's something. It's also a little squashed. "Honored to meet you, miss. I shouldn't have laughed," he adds apologetically, if slightly inaccurately. "It just reminded me of the time one of the loveliest girls in Bitra did nearly the same thing. For a moment you reminded me of home, and of her."

C'den hopes, good. But he's not that lucky. "I'll... See you later." He whispers to Charissa, giving her a quick kiss before running off to the bowl and the green dragon who is demanding to be fed.