Kisses and Ferrets

Candidate's Barracks

Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room -- all black volcanic rock and simple earthen tapestries, there is nothing but stark simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed -- yes, puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet, leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy.

Hanging out on a long wooden shelf on the wall are twelve firelizards.

You see Jash's Jedi Temple, Serafa's Sullustan Sanctuary , Sarah's Life as a Cot, Remy's Cot, Kelana's Kaminoan Kottage, T-Mak's Trade Federation Battleship, Lyri's Nabooese Lake Retreat, Jalir's Jabba the Cot, Brid's Bungalow, Bren Kenobi's Lair, Valaquen's Cot, Roz's Lightsleepaider, NPC List, Kal's Desert Igloo, Tamino's Cot, Sobi-Wan's Getaway, Nadine's Opee Palace, and Radnazak here.

Unfortunatly, M'co has the hearing of a gnat. "Her... Oh." She must be refering to Lianta. Beam. "Bu-bu-bu-but! They're supposed to make me /new/ leathers, and I'll need them eventually, Sav'on." Is he /defending/ himself?

Yulianna huffs a sigh and pushes herself up to face the ickle candidumss and sit indian-style on the bed, propping her chin up on the palm of her hand and hiding the rolling of her eyes from the male riders. Heh...riders, always bargin' in and ordering everyone about. Oh. Wait. "I never could seem ta do that straight." she murmurs, waving a hand toward the work in Kelana's lap, and she shifts to glance at M'co, "There, see? He's already got done wi' some chores. Let 'im be for a bit. An' ya' should go to a -Weaver- if ya' want yer leathers done right. Otherwise yer gonna end up wearin' a tuber bag ta fight Thread." She hides her amusement at that until her face is turned back toward the candidates, again, and she offers them a little wink to go with her grin.

Nadine bends over the sock she's working on, biting her lip as she tries to poke her needle through the thick material. "Why would someone want such thick socks in Ista?" she mutters bitterly to herself. "Wear sandals. Sheesh. Much less work." She finally manages to get it through, and using the hand in the sock starts poking it back out. "This work is fine. Darning socks is hard enough, I don't think I could do /leather/." She grins a little at the tuber bag comment. "We've got plenty of those," she offers, turning her head up to M'co. "I just emptied a sack this morning. We're having mashed tubers for supper." Again.

Save'on crosses his arms over his chest, glaring towards M'co, and not convinced in the slightest. "You need new leathers like Overwaiteath needs another green admirer," is said with a scowl. Though for explanation to those around him, he adds, "Oldtimer charm. Tea's just got something that the rest of the younger blues don't have." And the bluerider is more than happy to jump to Yulianna's side of the argument, giving a stern nod. "See, some of them are indeed working, and the rest no doubt have been or will be very soon." Kelana is pointed to as an example. "If you could just look past your ego you'd see that," is assured the bronzerider.

Lyrianna races into the barracks, chasing after a small furry thing. Riders are brushed by as she mutters "excuse me" diving for her cot...Er...Under it. Seems it's where the ferret went to hide. "Radnazaaaak," Lyri coaxes the ferret out of his hiding spot under her cot. "Please come out? Please? Those skeery firelizards won't bother you anymore. /Really/." With a disgruntled "Mrph" Lyri turns around to sit on the floor next to her cots, arms crossed and a pout on her face. "Radnazak is mad at me," she explains to the room, pausing, staring at the riders for a minute then,"Er...Hello."

Kelana grimaces at her mending. "I'm not that great at it either," she notes to Yulianna, wincing as she pricks her thumb with the needle, "but..." With a wink and expressive shrug, she sits up a little straighter--the better to look busy--and resumes sewing. "Tuber bag?" Eyes twinkle with suppressed amusement as Kelana pictures M'co fighting Thread in a sack. Serves him right. "Mad at you, Lyri? Why?"

Brenon blinks and rubs his chin while gazing at all the riders who've entered the barracks at once. A small grin forms on his expression after the goldrider seems to bail them out of unsuspecting chores already. He'd say something, but, unfortunately, the plague of being shy ruins the moment. Green eyes blink once again and the male riders are glanced at quickly, though the lad says nothing. Tongue tied? No. Lack of conversation with a mixture of timidity. Poor 'lil guy.

M'co does /so/ need new leathers. Or maybe Sav'on wasn't around when he destroyed them. In any case, Lianta takes over for him (read: covers) and mutters to Sav'on and the other unenlightened ones. "He fell in the lake. That's right. Fell, not threw or anything like that, in his full leathers. It was his precious white pair, too." M'co nods ashamedly as she continues. "And so he decided to give the Candidates something to do and make him more leathers. He thought it was a very good idea."

Yulianna nods to Nadine, "I remember." comes her rather vague reply. But the important part is that she's all for the Candidates doing candidateish things--as long as it's not feeding an already over-stuffed ego. *cough* An eyebrow is raised to Lyrianna, though, as the girl comes bolting into the room, "Candidate, I certainly hope that's not a pet...they're not supposed to be kept in the barracks ya' know." She stretches a leg out to give Brenon's cot a little prod, just to get his attention, "Ya' haven't introduced yerself to me, yet." Trust her to pick on the only -boy- candidate in the room. "Yer not the one they found wearin' girls' underclothes the other night, are ya'?" though her expression is completely serious, there's a tiny glimmer of unholy glee in the goldrider's eyes as she peers at the boy.

Nadine proves she's about as good as Kelana as the thread slips from her needle and, with a groan, she attempts to stick it back in. While poking and jabbing endlessly at the eye, she tries to keep up with the speeding conversation. "Radnazak? Who's that?" She missed his grand arrival. "White? What's it matter what color the are? And I thought the riders were supposed to make their own leathers, like we have to do our own chores and all that." A bit of scorn is apparent for a few moments before she pulls that under control. She stifles a snicker at Yuli's remark to Brenon. Poor Brenon.

Save'on snorts towards M'co. "Well then it's your fault for falling in the lake in the first place. And they can't do a good job of 'em," he notes with a nod towards the candidates. "They're not all weavers, if any of 'em are at all." Eyes are rolled. "You should learn better. But shards, Overweighteath's needin' me to come wash his back." Growl. "Be nice," is added to the bronzerider, candidates are waved to, and Save'on makes his exit. Luckily.

Lyrianna sighs as she peeks under the bed again, the ferret happily curled up under Lyri's cot. "Radnazak is my ferret." An innocent blink goes to Yulianna,"Who said he's being kept in the barracks?" Note to self: Give Radnazak to Kia to take care of for a while. Note to self, first priority: Find out if dragons eat ferrets. A sigh to Nadine,"He's my ferret. He's named after Kazandar backwa- Rad!" Ferret is scooped up quickly as he peeks out from underneath the cot.

Brenon's face goes totally red when Yulianna asks him about wearing girls' underclothes. Yeah, figures, he'd be the only boy candidate in the room.. and the youngest of them all. "No.." he finally squeaks. "I mean, it wasn't me. It must've been another boy.." Probably might've been Fugletyr, because.. well.. he just does stuff like that. Y'know. Crazy candidate. The lad's pulse quickens at the mere thought of another question. Thud.

"Make leathers?" Kelana simply stares, needle falling from suddenly lax fingers. "But...wouldn't it be better to get someone who knows how? I'm sure they'd do a much better job than any of us." And they wouldn't fall apart. Which would be a rather bad thing. "Girl's underclothes? Brenon?" Kel raises an eyebrow. Um...

Nadine wets the thread with her mouth and successfully locates the eye with the tip. Once it's through, she pulls it a good handspread out beyond the hole so it won't come out again, holding the sock tight as the thread moves smoothly through the two holes made in the sock with the needle. She then continues to mend the sock, moving slower and with more care. "Ferret? Hmm. S'long as he doesn't eat towels." Another innocent look to Yuli, mimicking Lyri's. "No pets? What about my tuber critters?" A flippant wave gestures to the shelf above her cot that holds the latest non-rotten tuber carvings. The remains of the others as they went bad can be found in various waste receptacles.

Yulianna shakes her head, "Nono, ya' make yer own -straps- when yer a rider, not leathers. Weavers make clothes, dragonriders make straps. Dunno who told ya' we made our own leathers, but they were nuts." She turns back to Brenon and tries -really- hard not to look predaory. "Oh, it wasn't you, eh?" she asks, pasting a disbelieving look on her face. "Well, that girl said it -was- ya'." she nods toward Lyrianna and wrinkles her nose. "Not that I believed her, ya' know...but yer so quiet, an' it's the quiet ones ya' never know about. By the way," she props her chin up on the palm of her hand and flutters her lashes at the boy, "you -do- like -girls-, don't ya'? Or do ya' fancy boys?"

Kelana stifles a giggle at Yulianna's merciless teasing of Brenon, quickly hiding her smile as she ostentatiously takes up her needle once more. Carefully taking tiny stitches as she reaches a particularly ragged spot, Kel spreads the trousers out on her cot to examine her progress. A dismayed "Shards!" greets the discovery of the rip's true extent, and the candie moves the trousers to her lap again with a resigned sigh.

Lyrianna shakes her head to Nadine and climbs up onto her cot, radnazak secured in her arms. "Huh what?" Blinkblink. "I said what to who?" Poor confused Lyri. "No, he doesn't eat towels and he doesn't go rotten." A fond scritching to the ferret,"Do you rad? No, you don't go rotten like Nadi's weird little tuber things, do you?" So Radnazak the Ferret is far superior to tuber critters. Youngest femme candi leans over towards Kelana,"What's happenin'? Underclothes? Brenon? I'm con/fused/." Probably because she walked (ran, actually) in on a conversation discussing making leathers but not and..and...Weird stuff. Why is Yuli poking at the quiet one? Note to self: Don't be too quiet around this one.

Brenon can't help it when his eyes widen for a brief moment, though he does find himself leaning in the opposite direction of the rider. "It wasn't me.." he repeats, not knowing that he's being put on the spot. "Well, um.." Considering how he's only fourteen Turns, he hasn't had much thought put into relationships. Yet. "Well I like Lyrianna.. Girls! I meant /girls/.." Insert foot into mouth now. There's that red coloring invading his facade again.. it's nothing new if you know him better.

Yulianna's expression becomes -very- pleased at Brenon's response and she leans even -closer- to the boy--on the other cot. Ahem. "Oh? Ya' like Lyri-girls, eh? Do ya' like girls with red hair?" forget for a moment that she has red hair. Ahem. "'Cause red-haired girls can do things other girls can't do, ya' know." and at that she offers him a broad wink and leans even -further- over the edge of the bed. "Ya' ever -kiss- a girl?"

Nadine finally finishes the sock, tosses it aside, and picks randomly from the pile, a loud groan escaping as she realizes it's yet another stocking. "He doesn't do either? That's good. My tubers can at least be recarved. "Brenon, you like Lyri?" Lyr. Er, leer. "So how 'bout that kissing? I'm sure Yuli could help teach you how, but /I'm/ available for private lessons. And then you can try it out on Lyrianna." She turns a brilliant toothy grin at her fellow Candie.

"Um...she's having a little fun with him, I think," Kelana murmurs back, eyes twinkling. "I hope so, anyway." Scooching over toward Lyrianna, Kel moves the basket out of the way...and then smothers a giggle. "He likes you, Lyri..." Eyebrow waggle. Aww. How sweet. "Oh, dear." Kel's eyes widen slightly. Perhaps Yuli's taking this a biiit too far...

Brenon leans back and inches towards the head of the cot when the rider starts to advance towards him. "Um, well.. I like her but I don't /like/ her.." he manages to squeak. "Well, I /do/ like her.. but, I.." Red hair also means 'temper', doesn't it? Well, that's what B'ane always told him. Stay away from the red heads unless you want your hands full with a challenge. Pause. "...I've never been kissed.." he whispers.

Lyrianna's head whips around at the sound of her name. And then realizing the context in which it was used. Thus a nice healthy blush creeps up onto her own cheeks and she leans over to busy herself with combing foreign objects from Radnazak's fur. Nadine is shot a glarish-glance before the starlet edges back over to make room for Kelana, cheeks still a lovely shade of scarlet. She's not kissin' no one. Nope no way no how. Quick glance over to give Bren a look over. Weeeell- No. She's not kissin' no one. Nope.

Yulianna tosses a stern glance Nadine-wards, but doesn't reply, instead turning back to face Brenon. It's really not Lyrianna she's interested in embarrassing, anyhow. Truth be told, it's a -test- to see if he's -strong- enough to...well...not go insane with Yuli around? Ahem. Something like that. Both eyebrows raise at Brenon's confession and she nods, "Good. An' if I -hear- of ya' kissin' any girls--" she glances around the room, eyeing Nadine significantly again, "--if I hear of -any- of ya' gettin' frisky with -anyone-, you'll find yerself standin' outside the Weyr tunnel with a bag of yer clothes an' a 'fare-thee-well.'" About this, however, it is -very- apparent Yuli's -not- joking. She turns back to peer at Brenon, but the motion is just enough to send her off-balance over the side of the bed, flailing for a moment and clinging to the blankets, but ultimately bringing the whole mattress over with her.

With just his luck, Brenon falls into a heap onto the floor as well. So shook from the current conversation and scared /silly/ from Yulianna's threat about kissing girls, he lands in a pile on the opposite side of the cot. Geez. He must've been leaning too far over and when the rider fell, he went shortly afterwards. Poor guy. Grabbing onto the side of the cot, the lad peers over the edge of it with a sheet over his head. Green eyes wide. His nerves are shot.

Nadine seems a put out at Yuli's abrupt change of moods. "What's wrong with kissing?" she demands, then softens her tone when she remembers who she's talking to. "No one ever got sick or pregnant from kissing." The next sock finished, she throws it in her finished pile and takes a tunic up.

Lyrianna looks back up as her face returns to its usual color. Fascinating. That was certainly an interesting encounter. She will just have to give Yulianna a page in her journal, which has been plucked off of a shelf and opened in her lap. She pauses her writing momentarily and notes to Nadine,"Actually, you can get sick from kissing. If the person you're kissing is sick." Shmart Lyri. Hee. Beam. And back to mad scribbling in her journal.

Serafa wanders in from where ever it was that she has been to see Yulianna and the mattress flying, oh and Brenon too. Dark eyes glittering slightly with supressed mirth she makes her way in from the vantage point of the door way as inconspiously as possible. As helpfully as possible she pipes up. "Kissing can make you sick if the person you are kissing has a cold." The former healerite nods, before plunking herself down on her cot for a moment. Staring at Lyri, Aw man.

Kelana is suddenly totally absorbed in her mending. "Yes, ma'am." It's hard to tell if the tone is mocking or serious. Kel raises an eyebrow at Lyrianna, careful not to let the goldrider see, then bites her lip to keep from laughing as Yuli falls off the cot. And then Brenon. "Not kissing itself, I think, so much as...what kissing leads to." And Kel's blushing as much as Brenon now. "Hi, Serafa."

E'an sings, "This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it not knowing what it was, now they'll be singing it forever just because..." as he bounces in from the South Caverns.

Yulianna shoves the mattress--doing her best to send it back onto the bed and turns to glare at Nadine, "You'd do well, Candidate, to remember yer manners when speakin' to riders. An' what's -wrong- with kissin' is that it's -not allowed-. An' if yer told by a rider not to wear socks, I'd expect ya' to stop wearin' socks until yer told otherwise." She shoves herself to her feet and frowns around the room, "Well, ya' all -do- have chores to do, I think." She glances over at Brenon and hides a little grin, though she offers him something that could pass for an appologetic nod. "So I expect -all- of ya' to get back to yer cleanin' an' mendin'." She turns to stride out of the room, then pauses turning back, "Oh, an' if I hear of any of ya' makin' clothes fer the riders," she glowers around the room sternly for a moment, "Ya'd better make sure ya' have -me- on the list fer a new sundress." She nods once, firmly, and turns to march out of the room...nearly running into E'an. "Oh, it's you. I thought ya' were someone -else-." And that is said very mysteriously indeed.

Stretching, Sarah wakes up from what she had first assumed was a short nap - Sarah can sleep like a rock - she can. Yawning, she looks around to see /everyone/. Oh no, this can't be good can it? "Hrmmm?" she mumbles as she stretches her arms up and sees none other than Yuli, ranting. "Oh, hello Yuli!" is greeted groggily, and yet rather cheerfully. Looking around the room, she spots none other than Brenon, the boy she wants information from. Smile. "What's going on, ya'll?" she asks before pulling her cookbook out from under her pillow and looking at it. "Anything amiss?" She didn't do it, that's all we have to say. Right? Right.

Brenon attempts to stand up and as he does, a free hand yanks the sheet from his head. It was obscuring his vision, and, it was messing up his hair. Though his 'do was uncombed to begin with. Heh. Not that he's self conscious or anything.. he's actually far from it. Green eyes blink at the rider and a slight grin forms on his face. Who knows? Perhaps one day from now he'll warm up to her. "I, um.. better get to the kitchens.." Yup, good excuse to get the shell out of the barracks. And /fast/. "Bye!" Zoooom! He's outta there.

Nadine makes a surreptitious face after Yuli and quickly hides it in her tunic. "I don't -wear- socks," she mouths discreetly to the other Candidates. And then it's enough of being disrespectful and back to mending, which is just so utterly fascinating she simply has to word it to Sarah. "Nothing's amiss, we're just being good boys and girls and fixing other people's clothing for them. What's on /your/ chore list? I think me'n Kelana are on the same roster."

Lyrianna sighs in slight relief as Yuli leaves and she shuts her journal, slipping it back onto its shelf. Good. She's gone. And now they don't have to talk about kissin' or nothin' else like it, or the fact that Brenon likes Lyr. "Bye, Bren," is said quietly before she scooches over to the edge of her cot, stroking Radnazak's fur. A small shrug,"I'm s'possed to be sweeping something somewhere..." Ferret is held up so people can have a better look now,"I've been showing Radnazak around the weyr." Ferret is released to crawl around her cot, which he does.

Serafa sighs and yawns as she stretches out on her cot, she's resting. Been up early she has, doing chores and being the busy little beaver. Watching the gold-rider depart, she peers about the room. "She didn't used to be so grumpy" Is her random little comment to the group. "How'dya get her so grumbly?" Comes the inevitable question as she belatedly waves and "Hey's" People from her relaxed spot upon her cot.

Yulianna ambles to the Caverns.

E'an is beaming until Yulianna bumps into him. "Excuse me!" he says, then ohs. "Yulianna! Nice to seeee you. What have you been up to in here, hmm?" An eye to those who flee the barracks suddenly. "I just came to inspect and make sure they had everything going well." So he walks to the thus mentioned candidates. Hrm.

Kelana heaves a sigh as she glances down at the clothes in her lap. "Quite possibly. Bye, Brenon!" is called after the departing candidate before Kelana resettles herself on her cot, picking up her needle yet again. "Oh, good. Almost done." E'an's arrival is greeted with apprehension...what's with all these odd rider types popping in and out of the Barracks...before Kelana shrugs and settles down to finish her chores.

Sarah is pristine and clean - because you know cleanliness is such a wonderful thing - don't you? "Bye Yuli!" she calls and looks as Brenon leaves as well. "Shards. Do I smell or something?" Blank look. Of course not! Sarah cleans her sheets everday, as well as her clothing - of course. "Of course not," she says with a shrug as cookbook is opened and chalk is pulled out. "Chores? Oh, I think Brenon and I run on the same roster," is said with a shrug. "I already did kitchen duty." Of course - I mean, she does it whether it's on the list or not!

"Sweeping? Sweeping's not bad." Nadine holds up the finished tunic in disgust. "Better'n sewing schtuff like this." E'an's entrance is greeted with a non-too-happy smile--in fact, the fake look she's giving him is quite sour as opposed to the intended sickly sweetness. "If you're here to give us more chores, couldja excuse me from this mending? I'm going to go crazy if I continue this much longer and the owners won't be happy with the results." She negligently tosses the tunic in the general direction of her "finished" pile and digs through the torn pile for something easy.

Kelana finally finishes sewing up the tear in the trousers, tying off the thread and folding the garment to be stacked on the slowly growing pile of mended clothing. As E'an speaks, she looks up with a blink. "Um...why don't you ask Lyri or Nadine? They can tell it better." An eyebrow is raised at the other two candies as Kel neatly dodges the question. Hee.

"I just woke up," is said to E'an with a smile as she runs her fingers through her bronzen locks. "What did go on?" Poor Brenon. She needs to torture him as well - she wants B'ane information - yes. Mwahahahaha. "Anything interesting?" Of course everything interesting goes on when she's asleep. Why else? "Oh, Brid dear," is said as Sarah waves a hand over towards her friend. "It seems something has happened."

Brid stops at the door at Sarah's words. "Something? What sort of something? Anyone hurt?" Nanny-mode in full tilt. "E'an?" Semi-sorta salute is offered the rider. "Is there something I can do?" She's exhausted and totally confused.

E'an hrmms. "Alright, then. Well, I just came to see what you're doing. Whose got their cot nice and clean for me to inspect?"

Nadine glances sidelong at the piles of clothing on her cot. "Hmm, not me. I'll let you know when I'm not being assigned chores I can do in the comfort of my own 'home.'" She tosses a mended shirt into the haphazard pile at her feet and sighs as she looks at the many articles left to be mended.

"What happened, Sarah?" Kelana's confused, yes. "Hi, Brid...you okay?" A quick, concerned glance is flashed Brid's way before Kelana turns back to E'an. "I do...um...sort of?" Kel blinks down at her cot-cum-mending-station, which is currently...well...covered with clothes, albeit neatly folded and piled clothes. "I can move this stuff off," she quickly adds.

Valaquen glances over at his cot, shuffling his feet. The only thing on his cot is a small pile of books. Self consciously he sneaks over and sets them in an excrutiatingly neat stack and scuttles away from it. Val can't help it. He's a neat freak.

Brid says, "Only if you can inspect it while I'm sleeping in it." All-night scullery work is not exactly what she has in mind when she nodded yes to Nuadayth. The cot's tidy enough, it hasn't been slept in yet! "Please let me sleeeep."

Lyrianna, sitting in the corner of her cot and scribbling away at her journal, finally looks up, glances over her ferret-fur covered cot and quickly brushes it off, gathering up her ferret. "Not particularly," is an attempt at an unnoticeable comment as her journal is slid under her mattress.

E'an hrms. "Well, one of you volunteer, then. I don't care to look at your... 'semi-clean' cots." A beam at Brid. "Why do you feel the need to engage in closing your eyes and slipping off into a level of unconsciousness? What will it do for you?"

Nadine glances around at all the unkempt cots and sniggers. "Making our cots isn't really on the top of our priority lists..." she points out almost apologetically. "Try catching us when we don't have chores. You know...when we're sleeping." She pricks herself on the needle and sticks it in her mouth, but talks around it. "'Cos otherwise we're pretty busy and cots don't make themselves. I'm sure you remember that." She shakes the hand that was poked, inspects, the "wound," and continues her mending.

Brid says, "Gee, if I sleep, it refreshes me and makes me yet available again to be the weyr's personal drudge." And if there is just a bite of sarcasm to that comment? Good. She's tired, missing her daughter and now has muscles where no human should have them, she swears. "Please E'an.. look at my cot and then let me rest?"

"I will." Casting a rather annoyed glance at Nadine, Kelana dutifully hops off her cot, plunks the basket of unmended clothes on the floor, and lays the pile of mended ones beside it. "There. It's clean." She gestures to the now neat and organized-looking cot. Shoes underneath, clothes piled beside it, et cetera.

Lyrianna shrugs as she stands up carefully, shaking some of Radnazak's fur off of the cot, ferret in the crook of one arm,"Er...I guess mine's okay?" A blink to Nadine and her comments before the younger girl shakes her head slightly. You're not supossed to /say/ there's no time to make cots. "Mine's clean-ish," mumbles Lyri as she fluffs a pillow.

E'an waves a hand at Brid. "Fine. You can /sit/ on your cot. But no sleep." Mwahaha. And he moves over to Kelana's cot. "Hrm... seems neat enough.. congratulations! You passed." And with that, he reaches under her cot, takes the matress, and throws it over. "There! Now, remake it." Nod, and he eyes Lyrianna. "You ready for your turn?" Then, to Nadina: "Yeah, yeah, yada, yada. If you don't wanna make it, don't. I won't turn you in. And if any of those other stuck-up riders tell you to do it, just act like it until they leave."

Nadine watches with mild interest as some clean their cots and some don't, and shrugs. "Okay, then, I won't. I'll make it up bright and early tomorrow morning after I get up and you can come look at it while I'm helping in the kitchens, kay-kay?" She grins with amusement at Kelana's look. So she's speaking her mind to but not jumping about to be perfect for a rider...there's a problem here?

Sit? not sleep? Oh right and how does E'an expect her to not fall asleep after not having slept for at least 20 or so hours? Brid obediently sits, but not without flashing an angry glare towards the greenrider's back as she .. sits.

Lyrianna stares at E'an for a moment then plucks a remaining ferret hair from the covers. "Uh...I guess..." Cot is quickly gestured to,"All clean," and she promptly plops back down on top of it, letting Radnazdak back down so he can continue to explore the cot top.

Kelana stares at E'an in disbelief. "Remake it." Biting her lip until it turns white, Kel walks over to her now-upset cot and plunks the mattress back on. There is absolutely /no/ way she's remaking it now. Throwing the blankets and pillow back on every which way, she straightens them into semi-organization and plops down to resume mending, darting a venomous glare at the back of E'an's head as the greenie goes on to Lyrianna.

E'an stops midway to Lyrianna's cot. "Aw.. a ferret!" Immediately he's down at eye-level with it. "Chitterchitter. Chitter chitchit chitter." Hrm. Pause. "He says that he is sometimes frightened of this new place." Nod. "Rightfully so!" He forgets about Lyrianna's cot, and blinks at Nadine. "I sense sarcasm! Were you being sarcastic with me?" And then he turns to Brid. "What time did you go to bed last night? And what time did you wake up this morning?"

Nadine sends Brid a look of sympathy that is marred by the small smile still on her face, glazes over the other cots, and turns back to E'an, who keeps yammering about stuff. And now he's...talking to ferrets. Riiight. "I wasn't being /sarcastic/!" She places a hand to her chest, a look of indignation and shock on her face. "I was being totally, completely honest! Look at my roster, I've got kitchen duty tomorrow morning, and if it means that much that our cots be clean for the short time they're actually being seen I will make mine tomorrow morning." She nods vigorously and her face is devoid of anything that could assist in determining if she's being honest or not. Chores go on, though, and as soon as the hand comes back down from the chest it's back to mending and sewing and darning.

Lyrianna grins at E'an as she picks up her ferret again, setting him in her lap. "Does he now?" she asks with a compleetely serious tone of voice. "makes sense. I mean he's so small and this place is so big-" Sarcasm? Wha? Oh. Nadine. The other girl is watched with interest as she strokes the ferrets head and goes on to explain,"His name is Radnazak. That's backwards for Kazandar."

Brid hasn't been to bed yet, that's her point. Through gritted teeth the nanni-date offers a semi-smile. I have been in the kitchens all night scrubbing cooking equipment that can't be cleaned during regular day hours." You know, pots, pans, floors, counters, and 'stuff'. "I mean, I am, eeer was, a nanny, it makes perfect sense to let me scrub kitchenware.

Kelana, still tight-lipped with irritation, straightens out a lump in the blankets and picks up a torn shirt, fishing around for her needle in the mess E'an made for her cot. "Shards, I can't /find/ it...ah." With a relieved sigh, she grabs the needle and carefully guides it through the cloth. At least she'll manage to get her chores done, even if her belongings /are/ in complete chaos.

Jash wanders in, apparently he has been doing chores in the stables from the smell of him. Seeing the rider and other candidates apparently not at their happiest, he pauses in the doorway trying not to draw attention to himself.

E'an shrugs at Brid. "Fine! Go to sleep. I don't care!" Now he's all mad, 'cause suddenly there's too much happening and he's confused. Wailing, he suddenly dives onto Lyrianna's cot. "Protect me from the evil confusion! Too many thoughts to process! Can't process! Argh!"

Lyrianna /stares/ at the sudden occupant of her cot, scooping Radnazak out of the way just in time to not be dived on. "Erm..." A glance of disbelief around the room at the others before she hesitantly pats E'an's shoulder. "Um. Okay. It's okay. There aren't that many thoughts?" Erm... In a sudden burst of inspiration her ferret is held up,"Radnazak will protect you." How? Well, Lyri doesn't know. But it may help.

Brid takes E'an's advice and does just that.. hopefully when she awakes, strange greenriders and all the wierdness that goes with him will be gone.

"Hi, Jash." Kelana looks up from her mending long enough to offer a small wave to the entering candidate, then picks it up again with a sigh. Only to drop it and stare at E'an. Maybe greenriders /are/ all insane. Offering a quick grin to Lyrianna, she settles back down to watch the other candie's efforts to calm him with her ferret. This ought to be interesting.

Jash edges over to his cot and takes Poooo out, gently cradling him in his arms so he can peek under the bandage. He watches as the rider looses it, looking a little frightened. Sending a nod to Kelana he continues to eye the rider as he has a mental breakdown.

E'an peers. "Radnazak would... protect me? Would he really?" The ferret is eyed. "So you'll, like, let me hold him? And stuff?" Sniff. "That'd make me really, really happy." Everyone else is ignored. Hrmph.

Lyrianna nods as she holds the ferret out to the greenrider. "He would." Ferret is turned towards her and she asks it,"Wouldn't you?" The ferret is bobbed up and down then held out to E'an again,"He would. You can. Just, you know, don't run away with him or anything cause he...um...might get scared without me." Nodnod.

Kelana hides her grin behind the sleeve of her tunic as her eyes fix deliberately on the stitches she's taking. Wouldn't be good to laugh. If she does, E'an'll probably tip her cot over again. Or something.

Ferret and rider are watched carefully, crazy people do ... crazy things and Jash knows crazy. (takes one to know one right?) The lizard in his arms begins to squirm. He is out in the open! Everyone can see his shiny hide! How awful. He finally gets loose and is back under the covers, before you can say Poooo. Jash sits on the end of his bed, taking a short break before going to eat his evening meal.

E'an holds Radnazak close and sniffs. "I want a ferret like him. Where did you get such a nice ferret, Lyrianna?" And Kelana better not be laughing. Jash, either. "I really like him..."

Lyrianna beams at her E'an and her ferret. "I like him too. Isn't he lovely?" Beam. "I talked to Jalir, and Jalir talked to the Herders and I got Radnazak." The ferret's face is pointed at,"See how he looks like Kazandar? He even has markings like glasses." Solemn nod. Solemn nod.

Kelana is now finding it difficult to keep from laughing, and it's with relief that she finally finishes the last stitch. "Done...now...I'm going to go...to sleep." Yawning now, she can barely keep her eyes open long enough to peel off her boots and dive, fully clothed, under the covers. Zzzzzz...

Kia prances right on in at that rather loudly spoken GO AWAY to beam pleasently at E'an "Thanks for the invite there E'an, wasn't sure if there was anything of interst going on in here." fingers wiggle at random candidates in turn before she finds herself a place to sit. So what if it's someone's cot she's sitting there and pity the poor candie if they were in she flopped down "So how're you all?"

Jash has no sense of humor of which he is aware. He rarely smiles, much less laughs. E'an and the ferret become a part of the scenery as the internal clock he calls a stomach tells him it is nearly time to eat. Looking up as Kia prances into the room he sighs, not wanting to seem rude by leaving right as the blue rider comes in. "M'fine." is mumbled as the firelizard under the covers of his cot is stroked through the blankets.

E'an oos. "Actually, I don't know who Kazander is. But I want a ferret like this." Nod. And E'an gives back Radnazak. "Here you go. I'm gonna leave now, and get myself my own ferret. Or something."

Lyrianna takes Radnazak back, stroking the ferret then holding him up to Kia. "Kia, who does this ferret remind you of?"

Kia wrinkles her nose now and just stares at the little beady eyed creature for a moment. "Lets see it those eyes that are familar... Wait I got it that's that ferret you were going to get and somehow it even ended up resembling him!" eyes are highly amused now "Can't remember what you were going to call it the backwards way of Kazandar or something but still has /he/ seen it yet? And if not can I show 'im?" gleam

Lyrianna draws the critter back to her, dropping him in her lap and petting Rad on the head. "Mmhm. Radnazak. And look..." Face is waved at,"He even has glasses." Hee. "Yeah, you can show him. And um...Tell him I haven't been weyrified." A glance around before she leans closer to Kia,"And Yulianna says we're not s'possed to keep pets in the barracks. So could you mebbe take care of him every once and a while so that ferret hair doesn't collect too much?"

Jash glances up at the ferret and then to Lyrianna. "Do your firelizards ever mess with him or get jealous?" (Jash player has run into a brick wall with this pose and waits for more material to work with.)

Kia rolls her eyes yes someone just had to mention firelizards thus rousing all hers from slumber it would seem. Or perhaps that was just Astet moving around and twaping the other three with her tail. Rude rude gold when she wants to be, small hand moves to swat at the gold affectionately before meatrolls are tossed into the open maws of each. "Hush you whiners you can catch your own fish you know, getting lazy with all this weyr life I think" Lyria's question does bring her mind back and she shrugs a bit "Sure thing I don't think Valanth would mind him, he doesn't seem to mind anything else at least. Just let me know or something, send a firelizard if you want and I'll come get 'im. If you ever need to stash him for awhile just stuff him in one of Valanth's travel bags, they're usually attached to his straps." sage nod she's good at hiding things you know. Jash gets a beam of welcome even though it took her forever to get around to the greeting "'Lo there I'm Kia"

Lyrianna shrugs slightly as she pats Radnazak's head,"Mine don't. Igor and Monster are pretty good, but some of the green firelizards tend to terrorize." A small shrug,"I don't know why, but it just seems to be the greenies." Thankful grin goes to Kia - she may need to stash him if Yuli makes a sudden appearance in their barracks again. "I drew a picture of Kaz...Well, a doodle actually...And Jalir sent it to the hall along with her note so I guess they picked out the one that matched the closest." And it seems to be an exact match.

Jash notes Kia's lizards with a keen eye. "You ride blue correct?" Such a forward question from one so shy, He takes his slate out of it's pouch and readies his chalk. "Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" Going on ahead without waiting for a reply he continues. "What reaction do your lizards have to your dragon and I would like to know the opposite as well." A nod is sent to Lyrianna so that she knows her answer was heard and noted.

Jalir, upon hearing her name, roollls over on her cot to face the conversation. With some sort of disgruntled noise of agreement, she validates Lyrianna's claim, "Yeh, 's'lucky there were young'ns at this time'o'year...." Jash's attempts at firelizard-information-gathering draw a rather blank peer from the girl, and she props her head up with one elbow to further aid her absorbing of the goings-on. She is Jalir-sponge. Jalir-sponge absorb all.

Is it..moving? Maybe you should poke it with a stick. Mak groggly has awoken to the endless chit-chatter going about the Barracks. Holy hot shards and egg shells, She's -awake-! One almond eye is slowly pre-opened from it's sand-man visit and the other soon spies out as the bed sheet is drawn from over her head and the occupants of the room are stared at with a rather curious eye before as she gurggles a rather felonic-growl. Mrrrg. "So..tired...need....klaaah..." Feed her caffine, and she'll be your best pal, Y'know?

Kia bobs her head towards Lyria "No problem Valanth's usually out and about even when I'm not." Jash does claim her attention now and she peers intently at the candidate now and ponders this "Well lets see" and her eyes go all unfocused for a moment before she laughs "Valanth says they all get along just fine and that sometimes they even give good eyescritches. Sometims of course this beauty here gets a little snotty but usually she's alright. I've had them all since before I impressed Valanth too if you'd like to know." headbob again before she shifts on whoever's cot it is that she's sitting. No if there's someone in there she still hasn't noticed "Why you so interested anyway? Oh and for the record Umi is my favorite" hand points to the blue atop her head who's being quite protective of her braids and his space "He's the sweetest of them all."

Lyrianna grins at Jalir as she continues to stroke radnazak. Jash's question is simply oogled at. Hm... He needs a page in her journal, too. She can label it 'creepy'. "Hi Mak. Sleepy?" At least there's no sand around for her to fall in face first. "Firelizards are okay as long as they don't bother my Radnazak."

Jalir has become pretty good a feigning the Candie "I'm paying attention- really" expression, and she nods slowly with the conversing, 'brows raised in perpetual interest for the topic. Truth be told, her thoughts are far from the barracks, somewhere over, say, Keroon. And the lovely, blunt face of a mule. Sigh. Her gold, disturbed from her napping position, keens for attention, and 'Lir obliges, scritching lightly at her eyeridges.

"Heh...Tired...Funny, Lyrianna..." Mak coyling adds before her pillow is grasped in a death grip atwixt in both hands and thrown at her fellow Candi-companion with a lounging simper before she rolls to her side and sits up. A discolored creamy-klah coloured hand goes to rid the crust and stuck-together eyelashes that happen to blind her momentarily for open attack, and afterwards, and her plush dog-like-creature is snagged and thrown towards Jal, "You shardin' up Yeeeettttt, Cookie-eater-You?" Snort. That's right. You human vaccum of pern, You.

Jash writes quickly as Kia speaks, not missing a word. "I have noticed Golds seem snotty sometimes. It is natural, they think they are in charge because in the wild they are." With a shrug he continues "Do you know of any riders who had no lizards before they Impressed to a dragon and have gotten them since? I would be interested in speaking with them." Trimaka is glanced at before turning back to the slate to go over his notes quickly. "Need to transfer this to my notebook soon." Is muttered to himself.