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From the balcony above, A tallish, young journeyman accompanies Dennia from the west wing, turning to face her as they stop outside the crafter's lounge. Dennia giggles and reaches up to pull him down to give him a swift, light kiss on the lips. He blushes and smiles as he stands. "Thanks again, Dennia," he says then turns to enter the lounge as she goes to look over the balcony railing. From the balcony above, Dennia walks to the Grand Staircase. Dennia walks in from the Balcony Landing. Bryon looks up and happened to see the kiss, his face starting to portray more than a hint of anger Dennia skips down the stairs lightly then oh hi's at Bryon and Daelan. "Hi there, you two." "MOMMY!" Daelan shouts/chirrups,"Come eat with us!" Dark brown eyes sparkle merrily, his hair not /quite/ disarrayed but a few spots stick up at an odd angle. Bryon doesn't say anything to Dennia, "How about some meatrolls and fresh bread?" he asks Daelan Dennia slips into a seat beside Daelan, her hand automatically running through his hair to try and make it behave. "Bryon, you know I ate hours ago. Some klah might be nice," she says and motions one of the drudges to accomodate her need. "Do you two have plans for today?" she asks, licking fingers to try and do a bit more work on Daelan's hair. Bryon ignores what Dennia says about breakfast, shrugging off her question as he waits for Daelan's response Wrinkling his nose slightly,"Meatrolls are icky." Daelan says shaking his head and then begins trying to avoiding the fingers grooming his hair with little luck. Finally he gives up and just sits there,"I think one of the Nannies was thinking of taking me down to the lake." His voice lisps slightly on some words where his tongue his the gap in his teeth. Dennia smiles at Bryon and then at Daelan. "Well, perhaps you'd like a sticky bun? I know there were some earlier." A mug of very fresh klah with just the right amount of sweetener is placed in front of Dennia by a meticulous drudge who, noting the look in the Master's eyes slinks away. Bryon gets a stickybun for Daelan from the table and a glass of juice, getting himself a mug of klah, the look in his eyes not improving any Dark brown eyes flicker from his daddy to mommy and then back again. Geez. 'dults are so weird but Daelan just takes a sip of his juice and ponders the stickybun,"Mommy, you gonna come to the Lake with us today?" Dennia just tsks at Bryon, giving Daelan a snug with one arm as she says "Perhaps, Little One." She sighs at Bryon "I'd have done that Bryon. Perhaps you need more sleep, Love?" The smile on Dennia's face droops just a bit as she watches her husband. "Why not take the day off? The apprentices would like the free time, I'm sure." Bryon shakes his head, "No... I've got things to do.." he says, taking a sip of his klah, his good mood from earlier completely gone Dennia loses her smile for a moment, but takes it back and leans down to wipe crumbs from Daelan's face. "Well, it looks like maybe it might be you and me at the lake, Daelan." Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the West Wing. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Balcony Landing. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Gathering Hall. Beaming at getting time alone with even /one/ of his parents Daelan smiles at both,"Yay! Can we leave Lex here though? She always teases me." Looking at Bryon he says,"Maybe you could come with us. Just for a little bit?" Once again he gives his dad one of those puppy dog looks. Arakiel enters, looking like she hasn't slept well last night. Bryon shakes his head, "it's doubtful.." he says to Daelan Dennia notices Arakiel and stands "Ma'am! Are you alright? Was anyone h urt?" From the balcony above, Cera gracefully moves in from the West Wing. Arakiel shrugs, "Any klah left? Morning Dennia. Bryon." seeing Daelan, smiles, "That good Daelan?" Bryon quietly says, "Arakiel.." though he doesn't seem to be in a very good mood at current Dennia scoots to get in front of Arakiel and get her her klah. "Are you sure you're alright?" Almost pushing it farther, Daelan upon seeing Arakiel cringes into his chair, wide brown eyes showing a bit of fear at the sight of Arakiel and also seeming to go mute as well. Arakiel sighs as she slides into her chair, ignoring everyone mostly as she runs a hand through her hair. "Bryon, you might want to keep Daelan and Dennia inside for awhile." Dennia meeps as she retakes her seat next to Daelan, hand running through his hair of it's own accord> "Why?" she asks the headwoman. "Who was that man?" Bryon doesn't look at Dennia, "I'm sure Dennia can keep herself inside.." he says to Ara Dennia sits up and just stares at Bryon "What is that supposed to mean?" she asks, obviously confused. Cera gracefully moves to the Smithcraft Hall. Arakiel shrugs, "Up to you. But someone's camping by the lake and he's not a nice person." And that's all she'll say on it. Bryon motions with a nod toward the entrance to the Crafter's Lounge, "it seems you have others... why would you need me.." he says, finishing his klah quickly, putting the mug down before standing Cera walks in from the courtyard now carrying a sack over her left shoulder, both hands having to hold it because it is so large it almost reaches the floor. Coming from the bottom of the bag is a small amount of liquid that drips across the floor as she heads in the kitchen. Again....an evil cackle escapes her lips and she just nods in a greeting type of manner to the group. Cera gracefully moves to the Kitchen. Dark brown eyes flicker from one adult to another as Daelan sits there listening to them speak. Bad man? Mean lady said bad man. Must be /really/ mean person. Ok. Perhaps they should find somewhere else... Dennia reaches for Daelan, even if he might protest. "Bryon... " she starts then looks at Arakiel, forgetting the headwoman again for the moment. "Bryon! What's the matter with you?" Bryon mutters, "you kissing journeyman.. that's what.." before he leaves for the courtyard Bryon walks to the Courtyard. Arakiel blinks at Bryon's sudden departure. "What's that all about?" Dennia stands and stares at Bryon's back, jaw slack. "I'm.. I'm not sure," she mutters to Arakiel and leans over to kiss Daelan's cheek. "Love you," she mutters to the boy and scurries after Bryon, assuming the drudges at least will keep an eye on him. Dennia walks to the Courtyard. Dark brown eyes flicker after his parents and then to Arakiel. They left him alone with her... He still remains mostly quiet except for a slight wimper. Arakiel pours herself a mug of klah, lost in her own thoughts, ignoring the poor frighten boy. Paradigm chitters and lands on the table beside Daelan, crooning to him Dark brown eyes flicker to Paradigm and a small hand reaches out to scratch his daddy's brown firelizard causing Daelan to smile somewhat and forget that Arakiel is still there. Dennia walks in from the Courtyard. Arakiel looks up as Dennia passes by and stands. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Kitchen. Arakiel with swishing of veils, go to the Garden. Dennia sits on the edge of a low wall, weeping into her hands. Arakiel says, "Dennia?" Dennia just shakes her head without stopping or even looking up at all. Perhaps being left alone is what she craves. Arakiel sighs and turns to leave. Dennia sighs and sniffles as she tries to catch her breath, spent from crying. Arakiel steps up behind Dennia and quietly offers a dry veil. Dennia silently, if you can call sniffling silent, takes the veil and smiles briefly with the corners of her mouth at Arakiel. "Thanks," she whispers and wipes her face drier. Arakiel sits by Dennia and waits, silently. Dennia sniffles still, but less freqently. Eventually she just sighs and looks at Arakiel, a bit of embarassment on her face. Arakiel isn't really watching Dennia but looks out at the garden, scanning it briefly as she waits for Dennia to speak. Dennia doesn't move her eyes from Arakiel as she asks "Does Evan trust you?" Arakiel blinks and chuckles. "Yes and no." Dennia sniffles and looks at the damp veil before using it on her nose. "Yes /and/ no?" Arakiel shrugs, "He trusts me with his life and his happiness. But no, he's very protective . I have a dangerous family." Dennia oh's, eyes watching the limp hands in her lap. "I make him unhappy." Arakiel shakes her head. "He meaning Bryon?" Dennia nods and her eyes tear again, but she takes a deep breath and gets control of herself. Arakiel sighs, "Bryon doesn't trust you?" Dennia pouts and shakes her head again. "And.. and after I spent my morning explaining to Journeyman Pith how he makes me happy, he just.. just.. Oh, Arakiel," she looks up at the headwoman, "What he thinks I do!" Arakiel shakes her head and offers another veil. "here. This is the last one. YOu know Evan doesn't like me going around showing off skin." She studies Dennia. "just what do you think?" Dennia takes the veil, smiling and almost giggling at the question. "You look nice in or out of veils, I bet," she whispers and blows her nose, losing her smile as she does. "He might send me away," she sighs. Arakiel roll her eyes, "Bryon might but you are my assistant. I need you here." Dennia takes a ragged breath and shakes her head "If he wants me to go, you can find someone else to take my position. He's much more important to Evan." Arakiel shakes her head. "I need you here." Arakiel looks out, "Dennia, I need you." Dennia sighs again and looks at Arakiel. "You can show anyone how to do what I do. Even Tadiera." Arakiel shakes her head, "You I trust." Dennia's eyes widen just a little "Still?" she asks, a bit unbelieving after Arakiel's reaction to her decorating scheme. Arakiel sighs, pulling out the dagger that was thrown at her. "I have to leave Evan." Arakiel sighs, "I don't know if I can come back. This is my brother's. He sent it with a message. I can't ignore it. Evan is going to need someone to look after the Hall." Dennia stands and puts a hand on the headwoman's shoulder, her face a mask of deep concern. "But we need you here! All of us. You can't leave Evan, even for blood, Arakiel!" Arakiel puts the dagger away, and shrugs. "I have to go." Dennia steps back, blinking with disbeleif. "You really mean to go? Really?" Arakiel nods. "I have to go." she repeats. Dennia turns, hugging herself. "Bryon might go, too," she mutters. "You can't both go." Arakiel shakes her head, "I can't stop Bryon from going. He's a man and a master. Only Evan has that power." Standing, she turns to head in, "I'll be leaving as soon as I can book passage on a ship." Dennia turns back, still hugging herself, subdued and resigned as she asks, "Where are you going?" Arakiel shrugs, "Southern." She looks up at the Hall, "I'm going to miss this place. I was truly happy here." Dennia follows Arakiel's eyes and looks up at the hall,too, as if seeing it anew. "You'll have to come back, you know. You belong here." Arakiel shakes her head, "I belong to Evan and Evan belongs here." Dennia nods "And he'll need you back." She moves her eyes to the headwoman again. "I'll need you back." Arakiel drops her eyes, "If I can, I will be back." But her tone speaks of uncertainity of that fact. Dennia smiles slightly, her day not improving, but she's getting it under control. "Please?" Arakiel turns to Dennia, her eyes trouble. "My family has sent assassins before to kill me and mine for betraying them. And now they call me. What do you think?" Dennia hasn't heard much of this before and oh's as she thinks. "Do you think it's safe?" Arakiel shakes her head, "of course it's not safe. I need you to keep Evan here." Dennia starts to reach a hand for Arakiel, then pulls it back "Please don't go?" Arakiel gives her a slight smile, "now you sound like Evan." Dennia can't help the small smile that answers Arakiel's "I've been here too long?" Her smile fades and she bites her lower lip. "He's right, though, you need to stay here." Arakiel shakes her head. "Please enough. I must go." Dennia lowers her eyes and nods. "You have the knives..." is all she says and sighs. Arakiel nods, "I have the knives. Come. Evan will be wanting his meal soon." Dennia yes'm's and heads to the kitchen, feet heavy as her mood. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Kitchen. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Gathering Hall. Dennia walks in from the Kitchen. Arakiel slides into her chair, after she had poured herself a mug of klah but she stares into it lost in her thoughts. Dennia sits near Arakiel as the drudges go about their chores and set up for the next round of luxuriously prepared, if unappreicated, food. Her mood is subdued and dark. "Do you have any orders for me?" Arakiel blinks and looks up, "uhh no. should I?" Dennia tries to lighten the room just a bit and tries to smile "Am I allowed in the stores room?" Arakiel raises an eyebrow, "As long as you stay away from the pink stuff." Dennia sighs, well that went badly. "Yes'm" Dennia sighs and stands lethargically as if they day weighs on her shoulders and wanders the room, straightening here, rearranging there, just keeping busy. Dennia walks to the Kitchen. Daelan toddles in from the Courtyard. From the balcony above, Evan glides silently in from the SmithCraft Office. Galen hobbles in from the Courtyard. Arakiel looks up, seeing Galen and Evan and gives both a wan smile. "Evening." Galen blinks. "Ahhhh, Arundelle! How are you this evening?" Evan glides silently in from the Balcony Landing. Arakiel chuckles at the mispronouncement ofher name. "Not too bad." Galen says, "And Evan, how nice to see you both." D'thon walks in from the Balcony Landing. D'thon says, "Evan, Ara, Galen. Pleasant afternoon to you all." Arakiel stretches and stands, "Hello. D'thon." Seeing Evan, "Love. Can I get anyone anything?" Evan nods to D'thon, "Rider. I havn't seen you around recently. How's your lifemate?" Galen says, "My my, D'thon, yes, how is your dragon ... ?" D'thon quickly fills in the blank for the Smith, "Pintarryth. He's fine, thank you both for asking." Galen mutters, "Always reminds me of the name of some kind of solvent mixture ..." D'thon pretends to pick a speck of lint from his sleeve as he hides a smile. Evan chuckles at Galen's comment, "It's a good thing he's not posted at the Weaver hall... they'd turn him into Pincushionth."\ Arakiel sighs as she heads for the kitchen. For once not throwing anything. D'thon says, "I'd bet there are far fewer sharp objects hurtling about at the Weaver Hall than here, eh Evan?" Arakiel returns with fresh klah and a couple of drudges with platters of food. "D'thon? Galen? Evan? Can I get you anything?" Evan chuckles, "I don't know.. I"m sure the apprentices have some fine pranks with all those needles and pins. Evan shakes his head at his wife's question, "No thanks dear." Big Smelly pile of firestone has arrived. Arakiel seeing the pile of firestone, "D'thon? Are you missing anything?" OOC: SmithCraft says "hey, the firestone was emitted. *thwapp*" Galen looks aghast at the walking pile of firestone. OOC: Arakiel says "LOL" Arakiel turns to D'thon. "D'thon? Can I ask a favor?" D'thon says, "Whatever could I do for you, Arakiel?" Galen sidles up next to the rider and says quietly, "No no, it's 'Arubial'." Arakiel looks at Evan as she asks, "Can you take me to Southern? I need to go." D'thon smiles and nods at galen as one might at a very confused old uncle (which isn't far from the mark, perhaps), "Southern? Well, it's possible. Evan? Can you spare us long enough?" Arakiel watches Evan too. Evan frowns, "Of course. But come find me when you get back if you would be so kind?" Arakiel scowls, "Evan. Please. I have to go alone." D'thon's eyebrow lifts slightly as he looks from the Master Smith to the Head Woman and back. He can see that there is more to this than meets his eye. Galen groans a bit as he lowers himself into a seat and gazes about the hall bemusedly. Arakiel turns to D'thon, "I'm ready. I need to get my pack." D'thon bows slightly. "We shall await you in the courtyard then." Bailyn walks in from the Balcony Landing. Galen gestures to Bailyn, "Ah, Apprentice Waylon, isn't it?" Dennia walks in from the Kitchen. Bailyn looks up, suprised he knows her name..Or
part of her name. A cheery smile is sent twards the man. "Hello!
Yes, It's Bailyn." Glancing at the others she also nodds,
"Evan, Arakiel, Dennia..." She doesn't know the other
two, but nodds at them. Arakiel nods to Dennia as she waits for Evan to say something, anything. Evan turns to Arakiel< "What... you think I'm going to smuggle myself onto Pintarryth? Galen almost says something about Pintarryth bending a tail but thinks better of it and smothers a tiny smirk. D'thon stands a bit uneasily between Evan and Arakiel. Arakiel scowls. "Evan. Please. Don't." Evan rases a brow, "Dont what?" Dennia knows enough of what's transpired to comment. "I still think you should stay here where you're safe, Arkiel," she says just lound enough to be heard then goes back to supervising the four turn old and his meal. Bailyn eyes Dennia. Walking slowly she takes a seat by her and the little boy. "Umm...." She murmers. Arakiel shkes her head and turns to go up to get her pack. D'thon's expression changes at the reference to being 'safe'. He now gives Arakiel a hard look, but remains silent. Dennia smiles slightly at Bailyn, "Hi." Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Balcony Landing. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the West Wing. From the balcony above, Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps inside of their bedroom to retrieve her pack that she'll need. Arakiel with swishing of veils, returns to the West Wing. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Balcony Landing. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Gathering Hall. D'thon turns to Evan, "Something I should know about, Evan?" Arakiel returns with her pack, going over to Evan. Bailyn looks at Dennia, "Where is she going?" She asks, grining at the little boy. Evan shrugs, "Not that I"m aware of." Dennia takes a slice of redfruit from Daelan's plate and starts to nibble herself. "Southern, to her family." D'thon combines a shrug with a small scowl of disbelief. Seeing Arakiel's return, he heads for the courtyard. D'thon walks to the Courtyard. Evan smiles to Arakiel, "I'll see you in a few days, love." Bailyn frowns. "South? South? South Where??" Worried she won't see Araliel again she taps her nails on the table, awaiting an answer. Arakiel gives him a slight smile, offering her lips to him. "I won't be long, love. I promise. I"ll try to send word to you." Dennia shakes her head and sighs, nodding in the headwoman's direction. "Ask her. I think she's crazy." Bailyn eyes Arakiel, "Where /are/ you going?" Evan snorts, "She _IS_ crazy. And If I don't see you in a sevenday dearest, I'm coming after you. Arakiel nods, as she kisses him. "In a sevenday, then love of my life." Turning to Galen, giving him a peck on this head, "keep this over size husband of mine out of mischief for me." Evan mumbles something to himself about finding a starcrafter. Gaederon walks in from the Balcony Landing. Galen chuckles. "Me? Keep Evan in line? Not for all the marks on Pern, Arential, my dear." Arakiel chuckles softly as she heads out. Arakiel with swishing of veils, goes to the Courtyard without looking back. Bonehead> Dennia sighs as she watches, knowing Arakiel and she have said all that could be, and she can change nothing. She turns to Daelan and encourages him to eat some of the nice bread and jam. D'thon says, "Ready?" Arakiel nods. "Ready." D'thon gestures upward onto Pintarryth. Pintarryth stands steady. D'thon reaches up and takes hold of Pintarryth's riding straps to pull himself up. He then swarms on up and straddles the big bronze's neckridges. D'thon quickly and efficiently secures his passenger to the great bronze's riding straps. "To Southern then ..." he says, a slightly questioning tone the only remnant of the unusual conversation he witnessed. Arakiel nods. "If you please D'thon. I wouldn't do this unless I didn't have a choice." Pintarryth slowly and carefully turns until he faces a broad enough space for take off. Then the huge bronze lumbers forward several accelerating steps and ... Pintarryth's enormous bronze wings pound the air as the powerful dragon rhythmically climbs higher and higher above the Smith Hall. Pintarryth circles higher and higher before finally beginning to level out and turn southward. D'thon says, "You've been ::between:: before, Ara?" Arakiel nods. "A couple of times." D'thon says, "All right. If you're ready. Here we go. Just trust Pin." Arakiel nods. "you I trust and your lifemate." Pintarryth winks into ::between::! ***While D'thon wings Arakiel to Southern, inside the Craft Hall: Gaederon carefully walks to the table, Linnet on his shoulder in her blanket. Nodding to those about he glances finally at Galen "Ah, quite nice to see you about, haven't seen you since that little incident in the infirmary, with all those injured here." He reaches into the blanket to check the baby and simply stares off into space for a moment "Not again..." he mutters to himself, looking for an empty corner. Dennia snickers at the sight of Gaederon and a wee small baby, but keeps her comments to herself. Evan looks after his wife and mutters, "If she's not back, I"ll find a rider to time me down th ere. Dennia stands and faces Evan, not looking like the usual Dennia at all. "You shouldn't let her go. You know she won't be safe. How could you?" Galen's expression flashes with worry, but he remains quietly seated, watching and listening. Bailyn sighs, "She is leaving? Isn't that less safe than here?" Gaederon discovers the full extent of baby care in the corner, as the fragrance of what needed replacing begins to spread, but dissipates quickly in the large hall, the wrapped contents slipped into a leather pouch, and tightly closed off till it can be washed. "I thought that our hall was the safest on all of Pern?" he says as he returns to where the others stand. Evan looks to Dennia, "Because if I go after her, she will never trust me agian. Dennia's small hands are in fists at her sides. "And if she gets killed she'll trust you more? /We/ need her here!" Evan raises a brow, "I'll find a rider to time me down there. Dennia's hands just shake where they are. "That's not safe either. Don't leave me here /all/ alone!" Galen's voice is not his usual kindly and befuddled one as he says quietly, "Evan. /Craft Master./ You know that's not an option." Evan chuckles at Galen's comment. "And why is that?" Bailyn frowns. What is going on here? Soon everyone will be leaving! Galen says, "Timing simply isn't done. It's far too dangerous." Finally Daelan peaks out from behind Dennia,dark eyes regard the rest of those in the room shyly. Gaederon shakes his head at Dennia and softly comments to her, "You are not alone here, there are the other masters, the journeymen and apprentices, and we are a formidable force in any circumstances." Glancing at Galen, he is surprised by the strength of his voice, but pleased to see the older man returning to his own. Evan laughs, "Galen... life is dangerous." Galen says, "But safety is the goal of every Smith." Bailyn looks at Daelan. A smile is given to him, and then she returns her frown. Dennia tosses her hands up in defeat, hissing out an appropriate sound. Daelan is almost knocked over when she turns back to her seat. "Sorry, Sweetling," her voice strains to remain calm. "Done eating?" Evan nods, "True, it is. But sometimes you need to disregard saftey." Galen frowns, "No no, never disregard. Risks may be calculated, but never disregarded." ****Returning to D'thon and Arakiel: Pintarryth blinks in from ::between::! D'thon calls out over the rushing air, "The Weyr or the Hold then?" Arakiel calls out "The hold, please." Pintarryth turns toward the lavish Southern
Hold. Arakiel smiles up at D'thon. "Thanks." Arakiel sighs, "D'thon, it's family business. I wish I could explain. Evan knows how dangerous they can be. But I can't ignore the summons." D'thon nods. "It's not our business, but we're here if you need." Arakiel smiles, "I appreciate that D'thon. I really do. Thanks for the ride. If you can keep Evan calm for me, I would love you forever." Pintarryth turns his huge multi-faceted flashing eyes toward the woman. D'thon says, "Huh. No promises as to Evan." Arakiel smirks, "That's ok." D'thon swings a leg over and lowers himself down Pintarryth's side, finally to hop on down to the ground. D'thon turns to hand Arakiel down. Arakiel swings a leg over and lower yourself down Pintarryth's side, finally to hop on down to the ground. D'thon says, "Clear skies, Ara." Arakiel smiles up at him, "And to you and Pintarryth." D'thon reaches up and takes hold of Pintarryth's riding straps to pull himself up. He then swarms on up and straddles the big bronze's neckridges. Arakiel waves to the pair. ***Meanwhile back at the Smith Hall***** Evan shrugs, "Different words... same intent." Galen says, "But we might ought to choose our words to suit those who are here to listen to us. But then listen to me. I'm just a foolish old man in need of a good fire, some hot tea, and a healer, eh?" Gaederon grins as the two older men bandy their words and turns again to Dennia "How do you take care of them Dennia, the nanny just dumped this one on me, and if not for a bit of help from some other apprentices, I would not know what to do for her. From what I have been able to piece together this one is Natali's, though what her infant is doing here with her gone is too far beyond me to figure." "Yes mommy." Turning to Evan,"Why you letting her go ifs you loves her?" Daelan regards Evan with solemnity in his eyes,"Is wouldn't wants any of my parents to gos." His voice lisps slightly as his tongue strikes the gap in his teeth. Evan laughs, "The day that that description fits you Galen I'll give up the craft." Galen joins in the chuckling. Dennia sighs at Gaederon and his charge. "Have you considered bringing her back to the nannies? They /are/ better at that sort of thing. Of course, when it's your own, it's not such a strain. THere's love involved. Dont' bother the MasterSmith, Daelan." Gaederon looks with some small surprise at Evan's disclosure but in light of Galen's comment says to the older smith, "Who couldn't do with a bit of tea, and a nice figured healer once in a while?" and winks at Galen. Returning to answer Dennia he merely says, "They said I was to take care of her, at her mother's request, or something of the sort." He shruggs. Niyati walks in from the Courtyard. Dennia shrugs slightly at Gaederon, favoring her right shoulder a bit. "That is quite strange, Gaederon," she admits and heads to the sidebar to prepare mugs of tea for everyone, being meticulous as she works. Evan snort,s "You're incorrigible Galen." Galen says, "Nonsense, I'm as corrigible as the next man, Evan." Niyati makes her way in, ever present scrolls in hand, and gives a nod to those assorted without greeting anyone specifically. A mug is taken and a seat chosen before her attention is given over to reading once again. Dennia fills a tray with mugs and a platter of small pasteries and offers them around the room, starting with Evan and Galen. Evan takes one of the pastries from the platter and nods his thanks to Dennia Gaederon grins with more mirth than he usually can muster "I can't think of a smith who doesn't have courage." he says to nobody in particular and then notes that Linnet is stirring "Probably going to want feeding soon." he mutters to himself. Outside, the familiar trumpetting of bronze Pintarryth announces his return from Southern. From the balcony above, D'thon pauses to glance down over the railing. From the balcony above, D'thon walks to the Grand Staircase. D'thon walks in from the Balcony Landing. Gaederon nods politely at D'thon, and then reaches in his pouch to see how much of the bottle he has left for Linnet "Oh, this won't do, I will have to get more." Glancing up at Niyati he gives this 'help me, I am totally out of my depth here' look. Dennia finishes passing out tea and goodies and flops into a chair, looking rather dejected. D'thon nods to one and all as he makes his way pointedly toward the two senior Smiths. "Evan," he says matter-of-factly, "You wanted me to see you when I returned?" Evan nods to D'thon, "If she isn't back in a sevenday, will you take me to southern? Just after you left her?" Niyati blinks and, after a moment, looks up. Spotting Gaederon's trouble, she chuckles. "Who's your friend?" Snicker. How long has she waited to see something like /this/? "You know.. you should really do this more often.. It suits...." Anything she would have said is left unspoken as she fights to control a fit of laughter threatening to take over. D'thon says, "I will take you to Southern." He stops and then adds. "I can take you now if you wish." Evan shakes his head, "She would never forgive me . But if her family decides to finish their quest to end her life, I mean to stop them." Dennia mutters to D'thon without much enthusiasm "I don't suppose you could bring both of them back?" Gaederon purses his lips to choke down a nasty comment and says "I have done this before, and will probably do it again, but this is Linnet, Natali's girl. She is kind of cute, ne?" D'thon says, "End her ... ?" He frowns, glances at Galen and then back to Evan. "I could ask Kira to keep an eye on Ara while she's at Southern." Bailyn yawns. "To much for me!" she mumbles. Grining at the others, she says a simple, "Goodnight," Evan snorts, "THey'll never be able to find her. SHe's probably off to her clan's hideout... wherever that is." Niyati stifles her laughter, though her eyes carry every ounce of the humor she finds in the situation. "Yes, quite a lovely child but.. um.. if you don't mind me asking, why do /you/ have her?" Can't ya just hear the wheels in her head turning? "Oh, and do you have the right... supplies for taking care of a little one?" Gaederon nods goodnight to Bailyn and then notices the tea set next to him, smiling for the kindness. Sip, sip, and he looks once again at the mostly empty bottle, "Well, I will see what the nannies have to say and perhaps they will let me in on their store of this stuff. Not sure how ..." he stops and says "I don't know." to Niyati, and to which question... "To both your questions. I have a few nappies and this bottle, some cloths for spit ups but what else would I need? She had nought but the clothing on her and this blanket when the nanny handed her to me, saying I was to take care of her." D'thon says, "Well, as you say, Evan. But if you wait a sevenday, then you /wait/ a sevenday." Evan raises a brow, "Well... that can be discussed when the time comes." Dennia sighs and rests her elbows on the table so that her hands can prop up her chin. This horrid day seems to be getting to her. D'thon lowers his voice and moves so that his back is toward the others as much as possible. "No, Evan." He shakes his head firmly. Niyati shoves down another fit of laughter and nods. "Right.. Well, I could get the things for you." Her offer is genuine.. even if she /is/ still fighting giggles. "If you'd like, I can help you out, until you get used to having her around." Wait. Maybe she should find out a few things first. "How long are you to have the little one?" Somethings are good to know. Gaederon looks at Niyati with a very blank stare "I don't know. Probably until Natali comes to collect her, though why I ended up with her is more a mystery than taking care of her, and as far as helping, of course Niyati, if you don't mind." Dennia left without Daelan to check her mood, she lets out a very large, sad sigh. "YOu never should have taken her, D'thon." Evan nods, "I see. Well, I have friends at the weyr if necessary." D'thon says, "I'll return to my duties." D'thon turns and walks to the stairway without looking left or right. D'thon walks to the Grand Staircase. Dennia tries to stop D'thon and calls out "Have you taken Bryon anywhere?" Dennia sighs again, crossing her arms and all but banging her forehead on them. Evan blinks, "Dennia... Bryon is missing?"" Niyati finally wins the war with her giggles and nods. "Alright. I'll go gather the things you'll need and bring them to your room for you, if you like?" Not that she's going to just run in and take charge. "And see to it that one the nannies I know from the hold comes by. She just had a baby of her own not too long ago.. she could help." Dennia is given a sympathetic look but, for once, she's keeping her mouth shut. Dennia moves so her chin is resting on her crossed arms. Her voice trembles just a bit when she answers, "I don't know. His office is locked and he doesn't answer. He's angry at me," then hides her face again. Galen with some effort stands up. "Evan, ..." But he only sighs and makes his way toward the doors to the courtyard. Evan blinks, "At You Dennia? That sounds as odd as Him leaving the Smiths." A sniffling sound preceeds Dennia's sitting up properly and answering with a nod. "Last I saw of him he had his knot off and was just looking at it." Anhelica walks in from the Courtyard. Lukelance walks in from the Courtyard. Evan blinks, "Dennia... you aren't serious are ylU?" Dennia nods again and sighs. "I am." Anhelica walks in, the first look at the hall. She looks back at the boy she was leading, wondering what to do next. Did she come at a bad time? Gaederon sighs deeply "I really appreciate it Niyati." He sips again at the tea and then the first cry starts as a fussing pout from Linnet "Well, I had better bring her to my room as it is. No sense in disturbing the masters with her fussing." He stands and takes one last quaff of the tea. Dennia starts to stand as strangers wander in. "I'm not fit company, Evan. I think I'll disappear until the even meal." Evan nods to9 Dennia, "If you need to." Dennia is standing but doesn't make a move to leave. "Evan...?" Evan smiles to dennia,m "Yes?" Dennia smiles slightly "I hope she comes back soon." WIth that she turns and heads up the staircase. Dennia walks to the Grand Staircase. Evan nods after Dennia, "So do I..." he whispers ****Meanwhile as Evan returns to his duties
Pintarryth is broadcasting: Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Selieth rouses a little at that and considers a moment. < Aren't these 'master' sorts supposed to be... diplomatic? > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Banoth slips a red-leather thought into the conversationg. < Who is it who wants to 'time'? > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Pintarryth thinks < He is the leader of the Smiths where my rider and I keep watch. I forget names. > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Pintarryth thinks < He says he will have someone 'time' him. My rider is quite angry but has walked away from that man and reuurned to our ledge. > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Selieth thinks < Not terribly bright, that one. > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Pintarryth thinks < He is the leader of the Smiths where my rider and I keep watch. I forget names. > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Pintarryth thinks < He is the one who is always throwing knives around. Have you seen him? > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Selieth considers a moment. < That one sounds familiar. Conceited and arrogant? > Ista Weyr Dalgreth senses that Berwynth vaguely recognizes the description. < And old. Very old. > Message 10 of 11 on *Gossip (#627): Two green riders were overheard in the Ista Weyr Living Cavern discussing the unexpected arrival at the Weyr of old bronze rider D'thon, the Smith Hall Watch Rider. The first said, "I heard him. He was
telling the leaders that the SmithMaster ... Evan ... you know,
the one always throwing knives ... he was wanting D'thon to 'time'
him. And you should have seen D'thon. Usually such a happy
guy. His voice was colder than ::between::. He said that he
told Evan no one was going to be 'timing' it, and then Evan said
he knew a rider who'd do it anyway." The two green riders giggled. The second then asked, "And what did the leaders say to /that/?" But the rest of the conversation was lost
as a large and boisterous group came in just then. Where oh where has Arakiel gone? Where oh
where can she be?
****Thus ends the log of Day 2 of Ara's tp ****
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