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The glint came back into her lime green eyes again as she smiled up at this nice women rider. Her red hair bounced across her face, mostly hiding her birthmark on her left brow. She was always a little insecure about the mark.

But she wraped her small yet muscled arm around T'thia and walked with her down to the barracks, her energy quickly restored, and bouncing on her toes yet again.

Oneth and Huntu settled for that answer and settled on T'thia. T'thia chuckled as Glint tugged at ehr greatfully. she was truley starting to creat a fair of fire lizards, between Lira's love and Oneth's golds she was begining to draw attention to herself. she entered the lower caverns and sent the flits off to the wyreling table

"you can sit with me at the senior wyreling table, but during formal meals you have to sit with the other candidates at the candidate table"

she told the girl as she braught her to the long table of food. she grabbed a plate and took some sliced whery, steamed tubers and a helping of asorted vegetables. she then grabed a mug and a pitcher of chilled fruit juice. she turned and waited for the girl to finish getting her food before heading to the table

Tikal trudged out of the baths. Her damp hair clinging to her face which, combined with her piercing almost blood shot gaze, gave her a frightening look. Lapis was perched upon her shoulder, his tail wrapped loosely around her neck. The pounding head ache had subsided to a throb. She entered the lower caverns in a zombie-like daze and discretely deposited the empty wineskins upon the nearest table.

She made her way to the candidate's table and sat down. She didn't find the aromas of breakfast the least bit appetizing, but she reached for the klah pitcher and stared at her cup as she filled it to the brim. I wonder if I could get more felis juice... What she needed at the moment was a goblet of wine, but she doubted she could take any without being noticed. For the longest time she just stared at her cup of klah, as if at any moment it would do an amusing trick. Finally she took a sip and reached for several slices of wherry from a platter that was offered.

There were voices somewhere to her left...cheery voices.
"Ugh...what are they so happy about?" Tikal mumbled under her breath as she cut the wherry into pieces for Lapis. As the little blue ate, Tikal continued staring at her plate. She had the entire table to herself and was satisfied with being ignored at the moment.

Ray winces at the "dear lady," but at least he was making an effort to be polite... She waits for him to get into his clothes, pointedly not looking at him. Not that he really seems to notice, when he's done he bestows an affectionate kiss to her forehead... don't cringe, don't cringe she tells herself. He doesn't seem to notice anything, as he offers his arm almost gallantly.

In response, her stomach rumbles audibly. Ray laughs weakly and puts her hand on his elbow, walking with him to the exit to the weyr.

Wrath? Are you back yet? No response beyond a sensation that makes Ray's face turn pink. Shards! She really needed Wrath to get in touch with Netesath.

The man smiled at the goldrider, chuckling as her stomach grumbled. "Now, my dear lady, let's find something to eat."

Pericolath mumbled softly to his rider, his tone filled with sleepy contentness. Be careful with this one, Mine...

P'las was surprised at his dragon's warning. Shards, the bronze must really like Wrath if he was warning his rider to be careful with the woman...

The walk to the Lower Caverns isn't completely awkward, which is a relief. After collecting a full platter of wherry steak, roasted root vegetables, and soft breadrolls, Ray takes her usual seat at the table that's normally reserved for goldriders--though that hadn't been too strictly enforced of late, considering the population.

Without checking to see if P'las had followed her, Ray closes her eyes to try to get in contact with Wrath.

Wrath, come on, are you sensible yet?

Hmm? Ray is prepared this time for the residual emotions from the flight, so her face doesn't get too warm...

Wrath, I need you to speak to Netesath.

Now?

Yes, we need to know if Beriadi has resigned as Weyrwoman, before we go sending P'las back home. If she has resigned, then he's the Weyrleader.

Very well.

Wrath is somewhat displeased at having to deal with such tedious affairs, but at least it doesn't require that she leave her sunny ledge with Pericolath... it's just a tedious mental exercise. She casts out her thoughts, in search of her clutchsister, to relay the question.

Kya swam back to something that might, loosely, be defined as consciousness. His eyes won't focus, and his mouth is dry and tastes terrible. But he has ... something in his hand, yes, that has ... liquid in it. He takes a long drink from it and passes out again.