Southeastern Bowl

This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.

It is a winter afternoon. The fog has cleared, finally, and the sky turned bright and blue, dotted with clouds. A southerly wind stirs, and the day begins to feel downright pleasant.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are three firelizards.

Bronze Nhamarath, green Fellrath, brown Morath, blue Celth, brown Banoth, green Suith, and brown Rilskiath are here.

You see Gritty-Grassy Green Handprints here.

N'ano is here.

With a bob of creamy auburn head, Rilskiath offers a gentlemanly arm to assist you in dismounting.

N'ano is a little tipsy. The weyrlings graduating into wings is a good enough excuse for hitting the bottle, isn't it? With a big grin on his face, he offers a 'cheers'-like greetin towards Lyria with a nod and salute from the other hand "You should try some've this--punch. We made it for you guys. Lots more in the 'caverns, but try it!" Surely she can't resist the cup of punch being shoved nearto her face, right?

Lyria has been sampling a few choice wines herself with her fellow newly graduated 'lings, but has always been a pretty smart drinker. So the girl just has a wide grin on her face, half from being just a /touch/ lightheaded, and half from all the excitement. N'ano earns a wave,"Hi the- Uh..." Peer, blinkblink goes the late weyrling at the weyrleader. "Er. Uh. Yeah. Thank you." She backs up a step or two and accepts the cup, taking the /smallest/ little sip of it and putting on a big smile,"Yes... 'S very tasty. Mmhm." Looks like N'ano's a little tipsy.

N'ano attempts to toss his arm 'round the graduate, but whether or not he makes it? Who knows. "You are just the type we need for our wing, y'know that? I mean--not just cause y'drink 'n all--but 'cause you're good in the air. Real good. We want good people, y'know? Good's good. And if you want in, y'can get a nice, pretty new badge 'n knot." Yes, bribery's always the solution to everything. "So whatd'ya say, eh?" Do it do it!

Lyria tries to duck away from the arm, but doesn't succeed and N'ano's arm lands across her shoulders as she "Oofs" slightly, trying to keep her drink from spilling. "Thank you." She's still at a slight loss for words, but she continues to politely sip at the punch. Obviously it's a couple sips too many or all this celebration has begun to take its toll because the newly graduated suddenly begins to giggle at the prospect of a nice pretty new badge 'n knot. "Yes, good is good, isn't it." Right. The cup in her hand is eyed and she takes another, larger sip of it this time,"Hey, you know this stuff is really /quite/ good, it is." Oh, back on topic. Momentarily regaining her composition she says,"Now, N'ano, I don't know, you're really not yourself. I mean I think you may have had just a /bit/ too much to drink..." Momentary soberness doesn't last long because again a smile breaks on her face and she giggles,"But a pretty new knot would be niiiice."

Trik begins declension from an offered indicolite foreleg of Agzanth, bounding to Pern's soil with a clumsy lunge.

N'ano pffts, promptly shaking his head "'lieve me, girl, I'm more like this way than I am sober, trust me!" Well, maybe not really... "So right now I'm acutally quite normal." *nod* "And--" he pauses, reaching around his rucksack "I've got a few of these cool knots right here. So, if y'want in on the bargain--the bargain bein' that you can have that punch anytime y'want," Of course there's a disclosure to that... "then I'm sure you--" and with that he pauses yet again, giving a quick salute to Trik as she enters the area "You too--you look good too..." And since Trik wasn't here to hear the rest of the convo, she's probably quite confuzzled.

Lyria pauses to ponder this bargain. Punch /and/ a shiny new knot? Ooooh. Has potential. "Well now, I think I'll just have to take you up on that offer then, N'ano. I'm in." Trik is waved at,"Hey there, Trik!" Cup in her hand and whatever punch is leftover in it is shoved towards the blueriders face, much like it was shoved towards Lyri's face,"This punch they've got in the caverns 's really quite good. Y'should try it." Almost-solemn-nod. Almost-solem-nod.

"I look good, eh? A'course I look good. I was /made/ ta' look good. Ain' that right, Agzanth?" A marred wink that crinkles the corner of both ashened oculars is given upright towards the blue along side a snap of fingers. Albaster doesn't form just a bold color, but a bold and sassy attitude today. A fold of skin is produced by an uplifture of brow, shuffling her pace a little faster towards before the cup is haulted atwixt both hands and peered at with a simper, "Punch! Knots! Glee! ...Why didn' any'un tell me 'bout punch b'fore, Hm? Thank You, Lyria."

The punch is the key to success, of course "Definitely try it... made it m'self!" With all of N'ano's baking skills... O_o` And without waiting for a formal response from Trik, N'ano tosses a knot in her direction much the same way that he does to Lyria at the same time. His coordination in the task is another story, however "Great! Then ya'll'r both in!" Whee! Oh look, another grad... prey?

Lira stumbles minimally following her dismount, holding the air of one who only recently awaken. And, in fact, she is, as will be explained right.. now: "Mau woke me... up.." she breathes in heavily, clearing sleep-squinted eyes with a toss of her head. "Said Agzanth was excited. Thought I'd come.. check it out." Okay, so she was bored. Very bored.

Piviot. Turn. Catch! All with that forgetting that punch in hand, it's contents seem to overflow past the brim and to the ground while dropping the knot. Mrg. Uncoth? A little. Trik's hand fetches up the knot and cup, giving it a little tip in N'ano's direction for appreciation of both punch and knot. The next tip is at Lira, "Yeah. Ag was all frolicy and wha' have Ya'. We did it, Y'know! Lyrrriiaaa, We did it!"

Lyria watches the knot fall a good foot or two to the side of her, but beams and goes to pick it up, exclaiming,"Pretty!" She pauses for a moment after the weyrleader's claim to the punch,"Oh did you? /Neat/. You must have some hidden vintneringing talent." If that made any sense whatsoever... Holding the new knot between her fingers she claps her hands together a couple times and bounces onto her toes,"We did, we did!" Whee.

With all this bouncing around, N'ano's stomach is bound to turn on him at some point, isn't it? With a tint of green on his face, he starts making his way towards the caverns "Unfortunately, I don't think 'em other wings know how to mix their own drinks!" Surely he's not sick from the punch 'cause it's just too good. So if he ever was gonna snatch Lira for his wing too, it ain't happening now as he darts off.