...up here, and takes a look around. "I am," although for a brief moment she's unsure. There's an education plan to start saving up for. Thera also snags a bun from the tray and glances at W'ren in the doing of. "It's a remarkable change." She has only one question that she asks of the man ad nauseum lately, and surprise, that'll go unsaid. A snort for R'ish, but at least her minds off the...

...brown's belly pressing deep in the snow and the man's scrambling before he is aloft, but once seated, they make the short hop to their ledge and then on inside out of sight. Not a word is spilt. W'ren growls under his breath, giving Madri a quick glance that says something akin to 'What a bitch,' and then rises, following the woman whether or not she cares for him to. As he passes out of the bowl...

...her to a commotion. Actuually, and more likely as well, chatting from any onlooking dragons would have been broadcast and Elsveth would have easily and readily transferred this data back to Madri. W'ren pulls his jacket about him, guard against the freezing cold, taking in the rolling tussle before him as he slides to a stop with a slippery effort from teh Main Living Cavern from where the blue firelizard...

...all around with cartoonish red flowers and green vines, and careful white brushstrokes have inscribed 'Imogen and Hestiath' to the left of the entryway, and 'Iona and Orlaith' to the right. Imogen, W'ren, N'tan, and G'dal are here. Obvious exits: Bowl Tunnel Fly R'ish walks in. M'cay walks in. Thera has connected. E'th walks in. Ikaroth> Hestiath crouches in the far corner of the feeding pens...

...has quite a few times since Madri came to sit under that Redfruit tree. What she may not know is that the avian in those bushes of five pointed serrated leaves is not of the winged variety. It's W'ren. R'ish is just making her way into the garden. Someone tattled on Madri.. and Now R'ish knows where she's at... and she's heading her way with a few more of those reports. Reports? Thera was supposed...

 Logfile from Taini.  Tai and W'ren 'discuss' their problems.  Sniping does occur.    Ever since she got pregnant, Taini had been sending Birgith south by herself to feed, as per Thadd's instructions. Sometimes, she was accompanied by Torcoth, sometimes by Saironth, sometimes by others, but often, she would go by herself. However, Taini's given the gold the release to feed in the pens due to her...

Logfile from Taini.  Tai talks to Madri, about M'cay's offer, and then W'ren and R'ish join.     Clear skies and fluffy white clouds illuminate the skies outside this later summer's afternoon, but within the Weyrlingmaster's office it is quite another matter. There is a storm in the image of Madri, perched at her desk, a scowl etches deep lines into her features. Word travels fast, even faster when...

...assistance from someone with equal experience or more might be a welcomed option." She pauses and mulls. "I have R'ish - whom is good, /but/," she won't go there. "G'dal is good for the young’ns and W'ren and Thera to counter that. If Thera is accept my offer, both are young but show promise if they keep their wits about." She pauses, gaze flickering to one of the indicated another nod. There are several...

W'ren peers off in the distance, hand over his brow, creasing his eyes to stave off the brightness of the afternoon sun and cursing under his breath. He leans way out over starstones, cool to the touch even in this heat, and points. "Do you see them, yet, Gnae? Why didn't they just drop the fool off at Half Circle and come straight back. I'm going to ground them so fast their wings will flutter...

...an item or two off here or there. Talia is curled up and snoozing atop the green's shoulder as the green herself sits alert and attentive to the activities around them. Alertness? Thy name is not W'ren. Sacked out on a towel on the beach sands, belly down, a sudden SPLOOSH of water splatters his solemnity, spraying his back and slapping him with the cold reality of a dragon's playfulness. "Hey, you...