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Gar Hold CourtYard

You stand on the porch of Gar Hold. Just inside you can see the elegant, yet simple design of this burgeoning hold. Outside, you have a beautiful view of the hold valley. Large trees line the trail here, creating a nice canopy of shade for the weary traveller. A couple of paths diverge from the hold to follow their own paths. Each path is set with red brick cobblestone. Flower Beds line the porch creating a nice feeling of returning home. Several rockers, a bench or two, and a swing can be found on the porch, for those who wish to come out and enjoy the beauty of nature.

It is an autumn afternoon.

Gliding above are five firelizards.

Bronze Bydelth and brown Rilskiath are here.

You see a wagonmaster, Rocking Chair, Sasha, Darlik, Heron, and Narika here.

Heron isn't oblivious to anything, as a general rule, and he's got one eye on his sister and the other on the 'riders - all the while looking for all the world as if he's engrossed in conversation with a field hand.

Lyria arrives, slipping down from Rilskiath's neck and looking around the hold,"Been a while since I've been here. Man, I remember when I was a 'prentice at the starries and we came here and...." She trails off in thought and N'ano never really gets to hear the end of her story. Which probably wasn't too terribly interesting anyway. "Alright, Ski. Whaddya think?"

Narika is mildly distracted by the commotion of dragons and riders in the courtyard and looks up from the numbers she has been studying. Her soft eyes stare unashamedly at Lyria over the top edge of her book as if recognizing but not placing the face. "Heron," she calls her brother's name softly "We have company."

N'ano grins at Lyria upon his own dismount, shredding his riding gear as soon as he's able, "I haven't been here too much--just to get a bottle of that cider, really. Before that it was only to find out that I was a father... again." Woo. N'ano's got babies all over Pern. Go him. Looking around, he attempts to find the holder, seemingly unsuccessful, "'cuse me, sir..." he starts towards Heron, "You wouldn't happen to know where I could find Holder Natch, eh? We're interested in doin' a search here for prospective candidates for our upcomin' hatchin'." Sure, they don't have eggs yet, but that's okay.

Zilair gambols in from the Hold Field.

Narika is back behind her ledger, but not reading. Narika listens and waits, pulling back a bit out of the line of sight of the riders.

The worker snaps a quick salute and jogs off to the fields, looking quite relieved to put some distance between himself and the dragons. Heron turns to Narika then, looking as if he's about to answer when suddenly the 'rider speaks and the youth draws himself straighter. "I'm her son. Heron." At the mention of the word 'Search' he discreetly puts himself between the dragons and his sister. Just in case. "Can I help you?"

Lyria stares at N'ano for a moment. How many kids does he have? She's about to inquire when she stops and sort of falls in step beside N'ano. Nothing to say, really, so she just nods. Right. Search. "We're on Search," Lyri just sort of explains. She's never done the whole 'I'm on Search' thing before, really. Stolen people, yes, having just tripped over them, but not neccessarily being 'on search'. Rilskiath seems to have followed behind Lyri and N'ano, staring at Heron from over their shoulders.

Strider galantly paces in from the Orchard Path.

What dragons? Or else, Zilair wouldn't know the presence of them. Until she catches a bit of the conversation, that is, and tries to curl a bit out of view. Floof makes herself more known than her companion, chittering in the directions of the others and the dragons. Stand back, it's PsychoGold at her best. "Oh, -shush-, Floo!" She's handy when she actually does her job, and never more. Zili isn't here. Right.

N'ano extends his hand in greeting towards Heron, nodding "Ah--perhaps then. I'm N'ano, Weyrleader of Ista... 'n this is Lyria, my wingsecond. Would you mind gatherin' a few of your residents, then? Roughly your age or younger, but not too young--" he states, adding "We won't steal 'em all, promise." He can pinky swear if need be, too.

Narika decides this is too intersting to hide from and places her book beside her with quiet grace and stands, carefully smoothing her clothes before moving a few paces to stand to her brother's side, still a bit behind him. She nudges Heron to introduce her.

Heron nods curtly, well trained in the respect due. "Of course, Weyrleader," he replies formally. He scowls a bit at the nudging. "My sister, Narika." He steps to one side with a bow, and an expression for his sister's eyes only that should quite clearly tell her he'd rather kick her shin than introduce her to 'riders on Search. He restrains himself, though. Partially because he's distracted by Zilair's entrance. "You there," he calls, waving her over. "The Weyrleader rides on Search. Present yourself." A gaggle of workers are lurking at the edge of the courtyard; they're next.

Strider trots into the courtyard, quite happy to be back in familiar territory. His rider is happy as well, though her business here is not as pleasant as it should be. The nice ride comes to an abrupt end as Strider sees two big dragons in the courtyard. Immediately he starts snorting and prancing. Aza sighs and calms him down, dismounting quickly to lead him to a place far enough away, tying him off at a post once there. Sharp eyes scan the faces of those here and she waits to see what exactly is going on.

Azalea swings down from Strider's back.

Lyria nods to Heron at her introduction,"Hallo." A glance over her head at her dragon hovering behind him, and he is swatted away, and muttered at,"Back up, Ski. We're gonna get some people for you to look over." The brown's attention briefly flickers over towards Zilair. Is he supossed to lookit him?

Narika offers N'ano a delicate, pale hand and a smile. "Well met," she says in her clear, soft voice. Her eyes travel to Lyria and she nods a greeting to her, "And to you as well."

"I don't think I'll be quite satisfactory," laughs Zilair, eyes flitting meaninglessly about. "Don't think they like the type with no eyes. Well, I've got eyes -- But they aren't the type that really come in handy." Her open mocking of herself can make some uncomfortable, but it should be good enough to drop a heavy hint that she doesn't see, though it didn't work on a certain 'Reaches brownrider. Go figure.

N'ano accepts Narika's extended hand with his own "Well met indeed... if you wouldn't mind standin' right over there?" he asks of her, motioning towards, well, the dragons. "Just in front of 'em. They won't bite." Well, hopefully not. "And anyone else available, if you will?" is asked of the hopefuls starting to gather around the courtyard.

Narika lowers her eyes and smiles shyly. "I think I'll refrain," she says with no malice or defiance in her voice. "Dragons have no interest in me and I'm not a young girl anymore."

Lyria beckons people over to stand by the dragons, sort of walking around and shooing them over. She gets a couple people to warily make their way over. And since Azalea just happens to be in her path,"Wanna go stand over there?" she finally makes her way back around to stand by Rilskiath's shoulder, who looks mildly over the group assembled in front of him. Admirers, perhaps? All shall bow down to the great Rilskiath. No? Okay.

Azalea leans against a post and continues to watch. Search eh? She's never seen one of these before. She recognizes Heron however and gives a little wave to him, though she'll just stay where she's at for now. It's no good interrupting things like this.

Narika looks at Heron out of the corner of her eyes, hoping he won't find reason to tell her her faults later.

"Which is all the reason why you should go stand over there!" N'ano chuckles, motioning towards the large bronze lump known as Bydelth who's taking an interest in sniffing above Narika, "We need someone 'round your age... actually, several people." With that said, he steps aside, motioning a few other potential observers over, "You--'n you, if you wouldn't mind?"

A wiry boy of about fourteen pulls away from the small crowd, over the objections of his supervisor and boldly stands himself next to Narika. Heron, meanwhile, has accosted the nearest passing drudge to make all due haste into the Hold, and now several teenaged girls stream out, oohing and giggling. Heron waves them into line. "There may yet be others," he mentions to the Weyrleader, eyeing his sister protectively. "Perhaps you don't need Narika after all?"

"Well, we'll see... it's not really our decision who gets chosen afterall," N'ano replies to Heron as he makes his way past the man to usher other residents towards the rest. "Bydelth! You startin' to take a look at 'em all?" he inquires, eyes now focused upon his lifemate.

Lyria leans against her dragon, crossing her ankles and arms. Rilskiath, however, seems to push his nose straight through the little crowd to join Bydelth in inspecting those around Heron. The boy next to Narika is experimentally sniffed. Or maybe it was Narika. Who knows. But the group over there seems to be the most interesting in the courtyard.

Narika rarely gets to be very close to dragons and finds the behemoth of a bronze dragon fasinating, Her curiosity get the better of her and slowly, almost without realizing it, she steps closer and closer.

Zilair keeps a keen ear open to the sniffling of the dragons and the sounds of feet, as well as discussion. Nothing is said - as per usual with Zili - but she's really quite interested, picking up on lots of motion and ... the giggling of young girls. Floof perches upon her shoulder and watches dumbly. Not too thrilling, to her.

N'ano nods his head, rubbing at his chin slightly before making his way back towards the group or prospectives gathered, "Well, Bydelth's made his decision--you... you... you over there..." he starts out, making his way along the line of people before stopping in front of Narika, "And you." As he stops, attention soon flickers towards Lyria, "Rilskiath see any he likes?"

A few more folk trickle out of the Hold doors, some looking hopeful, others simply nervous. As Narika is called, Heron starts forward, forgetting his manners in his concern and planting himself in front of the Weyrleader. "Are you sure?"

Lyria nods decisively and the dragon backs up, Lyria grabbing the wrist of a person and taking them out of line,"Him." The small boy who Lyri just dragged from line stares, wide-eyed at the riders. The people who N'ano has picked out earn nods as she walks past them,"Yup. Mmhm." And she joins him back over with Narika,"Yup. Rilskiath says so, too," she assures Heron.

Narika starts, face getting yet paler at N'ano's sudden appearance and his words. She looks over her shoulder, but finds herself along. Her first reaction, as always is to find the safety of Heron, and that's where she heads as quicklky as a frightened rabbit. "No," she stands on her toes and whispers in his ear. "I /can't/ go."

Heron puts an arm about his sister's shoulders supportively, and his next words evidently cost him significant effort. "It's an honor to be chosen, Narika, and our duty to support the Weyr. Are you refusing?" The giggling girls, meanwhile, are getting all swoony over the Weyrleader. Maybe they'll go just on principle - fewer folks for Natch to try to fix him up with.

N'ano turns on his heels to face Heron, nodding at his concern, "I'm certain... well, Bydelth's certain. They know the good ones," he half grins, motioning towards Narika. Hearing her own concern however causes N'ano to wrinkle his nose but nod as Heron explains the honor, "It certainly is," he adds, "And it's a once in a lifetime opportunity." Oh, look at that. Half the folks are checking him out. Is that a smile he flashes them all? Must be! How sweet.

Narika is betrayed! How could he do this? All the emotions she feels are plainly shown on her face as she works through the shock, the realization, and then her chin goes up and her face shows her determination to put on the best brave face her family would expect. She turns to Heron and nods, head held high as she speaks, working hard to keep her voice from cracking. "If you say so," she manages, but not much else. Her eyes search Heron's for one moment then she turns sharply and adresses N'ano. She swallows. "What, sir, do you need me to do?"

Lyria smirks slightly over the girls swooning at N'ano and nods to Narika. "You just come with us to the weyr," she explains simply to Narika. Of course, there are chores involved, and strangely colored bed-sheets. And a number of other things. "It's really nothing to be scared about. Besides, you'll make some really good friends. The other candies are all really nice." Except Oze is kinda weird...But nice!

N'ano pats Narika on the back slightly, leading her in the direction of the hold doors, "But we need you to first pay respect to your family and tell them where you're off to, and gather your belongings." As he turns his head to motion towards the others, the directions are plainly tossed to them as well. Or so he hopes they heard, anyway.

A squeal comes from somewhere in the gaggle of swoonygirls, followed by nervous giggling. He /smiled/ at them! But to Heron they might as well be invisible. His eyes are glued on his sister, and his smile at her acceptance is proud and sad all at the same time. He steps back to let the others pass, wondering just what Natch will say when she finds out.

Narika passes by Heron, her steps almost regal as she avoids his eyes. "What of mine might I take with me?" she asks, thinking there's not enough dragon to carry her scrolls and art supplies and instruments.

N'ano ponders that momentarily, "Well--a few personal belongings... whatever's most important to you." Hopefully she'll read: clothes, out of those words. "Should you 'press, you can always come back for the rest. Whatever you can fit in a rucksack though should suit."

Narika stops her steps toward the hold and stares at N'ano, protesting but not whining, "One rusack? Surely I'll need more than a few changes of clothes?" She looks at Heron again, her venier of bravery starting to crack at the edges.

Lyria gathers the others who they chose about,"Anything that fits in a sizeable bag or two should work. Clothes. And a couple of personal things." A glance towards N'ano,"Females can't fit all that much in one rucksack." A turn back to Narika,"Find a nice big bag."

Heron gives his sister a nudge toward the Hold doors. "The Weyrleader would know what you need," he reminds her. "Your things will be perfectly safe here. I suspect you'll be too busy to miss them. I'll help you." His tone is quiet, commanding and yet supportive.

N'ano was going on the assumption that a change of underwear would suit... since they do laundry everyday, but whatever works. "Well--whatever you have 'n can fit then, I 'ppose." Grinning one more time towards the females left to stay, he makes his way back towards Bydelth, prepping his straps for passengers and cargo.

Narika doesn't lose her temper often, but now she's close. "Heron," she hisses, little sister to big brother, "I can't do this!" But she's propelled to the hold. "I'm not telling mother, either," she whispers. "You can do that all by yourself."

Heron is cowed. Really. Not. "You can, and you will," he replies equably. "If you come home in disgrace, you can tell mother /that/." Two can play at that game, yup. A wistful sigh is heard from somewhere in the crowd as the Weyrleader turns to go.

Lyria nods satisfactorily and accepts a bag from one of the girls swooning over N'ano, who was lucky enough to be chosen as a candidate,"Can't I go with...hiiim?" Lyri raises an eyebrow and rolls an eye. Oh by Faranth's big toe he has fangirls. "No." And her things are strapped onto Rilskiath.

Narika takes in a deep breath and gives Heron the same look brothers have been suffering from sisters for millenia. Into the hold she goes and is gone for long minutes until she returns with a large bag she's barely able to drag beside her, red eyed, but with her chin up bravely. As she passes Heron on the way to N'ano and Lyria she hisses at Heron "And don't you touch my books, either."

N'ano just grins towards Lyria, nodding his head for who knows what reason. Perhaps feeling accomplished having gotten several swooning girls to bring back to the Weyr? Maybe. "Narika, you can ride with me--and two others as well. Lyria with take the other half." So, we'll see how many crowd around his dragon...

Lyria feels for Narika. Really she does. Lyri herself has two older brothers. Count 'em, two. A sympathetic look is given to the girl and she also notes,"I've got nearly a whole library in my weyr if you need something to read." Lyri's been collecting books over the turns... If she has time to read, that is. "Alright." A beam at those circling around her. In fact, she has to send two away to N'ano. Okay, okay, so she grabbed the two swooners and the little tinyskeered boy over to Rilskiath and told the other two - boys. strapping young men, they are - to go with the bronzer. hah.

Narika considers N'ano's offer and clears her throat before speaking, her voice well under control and back to it's soft, gentle tones. "Weyrleader, would it be better if I flew with.. " she tries to remember the familiar rider's name and does "Lyria?"

Pity, that means one of the swooners'll have to ride with N'ano! Nodding, he ushers Narika towards Lyria, "Well, don't know if it'd be better, but you certainly can," he states, motioning for one of the others to join him on Bydelth. "If ya'll need help up, Bydelth can certainly help..." Aw look, the bronze is already lowering his front leg to assist with the mounting. "Just grab hold of the straps and pull yourself up."

Lyria sighs slightly. She didn't accomplish her mission of keeping the fangirls just to spite N'ano. She sends one of them over. And the girl giggles and cheerfully prances over like a happy little chihuahua. "Sure, Narika." Rilskiath, and Lyri, for that matter," is already helping up the tiny boy, and the fan girl who is giving wistful glances to her friend up onto Rilskiath. "Up y' go," she says to Narika once the others are onboard.

Narika isn't sure what to do with her things, so leave the big leather thing on the ground and awkwardly mount the dragon. Sorrow plays across her face for only and instant and is gone again.

Lyria adds somewhere in there that before she mounts, she adds Narika's bag to the others on Rilskiath's straps.

N'ano mount on up upon his lifemate himself, helping the last up and behind him. Oh, won't she enjoy the fact that she gets to sit directly behind him, "Just--hold on to the straps. If you get nervous though, feel free to grab onto my waist." Eheh. "Bags all secure? Everyone tightened into their straps?" the rider questions while twisting his body to observe the others.

Lyria nods and goes through the same speech with her passengers, sending an eye across to N'ano as FanGirl#1 promptly grabs N'ano's waist. Oy vey. Lyri's gonna have some ego-tempering to do. "We're ready when you are, N'ano!"

Narika is squished and unhappily too close to other people. "Will we go ::between::?" she almsot whispers.

Azalea quietly watches as the whole Search thing takes place and then ends. A hand is held firmly on Strider's bridle even though he's tied up...just in case he tries to bolt or rear when lovely draggies take off.

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano waves down to the others, yelling particularly towards Heron, "Make sure Holder Natch knows 'bout you know who!" he reminds, giving a final wave to everyone else. And shards, even a blown kiss to the ladies. Ehee. "Everyone ready?" Up up and awaaaaaay!

Bydelth takes off.

Lyria nods affirmatively,"'S the only way t' fly," she says, almost...enthusiastically. "And it's not scary. You won't feel anything pretty much. Just don't freak out and remember that you are on a dragon and there are people 'round you."

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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.

Narika arrives rather wide-eyed and looking out of place, but is here, and not about to cry.

Lyria leads Narika, and a couple others to their respective cots,"This is your cot. And your trunk. And your little nightstand thing." Solemnnod and she backs up to wave at the other candies around.

Narika looks at the small cot and the small trunk and the lack of amenities and looks at Lyria with disbelief. "This is all the space we have, each of us?"

Lauria glances up briefly from her cot, her legs kicking over the edge and her legs and knees supporting a hide. Narika is glanced at, dark eyes narrow, she frowns, shakes her head, and crosses her legs. Only to uncross them, because she can't balance the hide on them right with them crossed. Fumble-fumble.

Lyria nods and drops down on the edge of someone or other's cot - Lauria's it seems. "Yup. You get used to it. Besides, there's plenty of hideaways to go to if you don't want to be here. If you can find them."

Narika follows Lyria's example and sits on her cot, a far cry from the comfort she's used to. She smiles at Laurie but sighs and lowers her eyes again. "What do I do while I'm here?" she asks then looks up at Lyria.

Yasmine was attempting to take a quick little nap before she would have to move about and get to chores and what not, though that is rather hard to do when people are being loud. "'scuse me! Dun'cha all mind? Got m'self an ache i' m'head the size o' a dragon an' y'all come in 'ere yellin' an' the like. Shells, a runner droppin' a foal i' quieter then you lot." The Keroonian girls sends a seething glare at each and every person before smalling her head back down onto her cot and throwing a sheet up and over it.

Lauria looks up again, distracted from her scrutinizing peruse of the hide in front of her by an obvious dip in the cot. "Er-- hello, Ly..r-ia." Seems Laur remembered the name, which is a miracle. Narika is given another glance, the smile reciprocated with a quick curl of lips-- not much of a pure smile as rather a forced sort of movement. "I'm rather used to cots," she hazards to remark.

Lyria shrugs to Narika,"Well....Chores. Lots of chores. If someone tells you to do something, you pretty much do it. Your name will be added to the chore chart by tomorrow, prolly..." A glance around at the others,"You'll have to show her the ropes, y'all..." A look over at Yasmine, and she rolls her eyes and hushes her voice a bit.

Narika hasn't done a chore in her life. Well mostly never, anyway. Her voice is soft, but her incredulity is audible. "Chores? Like making beds and waxing floors?"

Kaefe is sleeping. Or was, until all the commotion started up and roused him. Slitting one eye open as he turns over in his cot, Kaefe notices several unfamiliar faces. And they're all female. Ergh. Having overheard the later part of the conversation, he snorts and rolls back over to bury his head in his pillow, mumbling something about not having to do chores. Bwaha--hm.

Lyria nods,"...And peeling tubers, and cleaning latrines, although we ususally use that as punishment unless there's no one to punish, and tunnelsnake hunting," after a pause she adds as an afterthought,"That was fun. And cleaning dragons. And cleaning weyrs. And cleaning caverns. And dusting. And mopping. And doing dishes..." SHe could go on aaall daaay.

"And sweeping, and cooking, and rooting, and..." Lauria adds to the list, attempting to hide a smile creeping onto her pale face. "But it isn't so bad. You get used to it after a while. Though I haven't gotten used to the smell of the stables on a hot day. Not that I won't. But I'm still a bit new." Immediately, upon hearing the grumble across the way, Lauria snaps a glare in Kaefe's direction. Not that it helps any...

Narika sniffles and rummages for a handkerchief, finding one and rubbing her nose with it. "If you don't mind," she looks directly at Lyria, "Could you show me the neccessary?" she asks in her quiet, polite way.

Yasmine peeks her head out from beneath her sheet, eyes now completely open and no hope in falling back asleep. "Well, no matter now, talk all ya wan'." She grumbles out, throwing back the covers and sitting up. Arms stretch out with a yawn soon following. "Think I coulda' slept fer 'nother half a' day. Haven' been this lazy since I was promoted t' a 'hand." Yasmine comments randomly, to no one in particular. Hey, there were people in the room, someone was bound to answer her, or ignore her, either or works.

Lyria nods and grabs one of the nicer candidates who's taken on the "mother hen" role to show Narika around.

Narika goes off on her explorations, neccessity making her asks to be shown the most important rooms first.

Kaefe does not like people, and most certainly does not like people talking, particularly when he's trying to sleep, here. Mumbling incoherently to himself, he starts shifting back and forth on his cot, even covering his head with his pillow, but it looks like it's not going to work. Finally, he gives up, abruptly sitting up in bed with a glare and scowl ready for, well, everyone, swinging his long legs from beneath the covers to dangle at the edge of the cot.

Lauria turns briefly towards Yasmine, opens her mouth-- and promptly yawns, covering the gaping whole with a hand. "I could sleep for a whole day, really. Off days and such, I sleep until Rukbat is halfway across the sky." Seems Lauria heard, yes. "Though I'd think I'd grow out of it. I wonder how long it takes to grow out of that. My mum never slept that late if she didn't have to." And yet, this young woman seems to be talking to the room at large as well. Again, Lauria swings her gaze towards Kaefe, narrowing eyes and crossing arms.

Ashlee,meanwhile, has somehow made her cot the essence of perfection, including frilly things and lots of pretty light blue things and pink things. And of course Ariana, her twin, has done the same thing to her cot, 'cept everything on Ashlee's cot that is blue is pink on Ari's, and everything pink is blue. Freaky. And of course both sidle up over to N'ano, while Ashlee asks. "Sooo...Will you show /us/ around, N'ano?"

Kaefe doesn't miss the look Lauria directs at him, and promptly turns his glare in her direction, even as he reaches up to run fingers through his ruffled hair. "What," he growls, bending down to snag his left boot and yanking it on. Has she never seen a disgruntled male candidate before? ... Probably not.

N'ano raises his brows as he ties his shirt around his waist. It's hot in here, y'know? "Show you 'round? Now now ladies... if I show you 'round, then others are probably gonna expect me to... but--okay. In a little while," he winks, sidestepping over to the side to mark something on a board.

Ashlee and Ariana, grin and scurry back over to their cots, giggling and squealing in what they consider "hushed" tones to each other. Hah. Lyria, who seems to have been walking past Yasmine snorts in agreement,"Yah. Gotta agree with you there," she mumbles, then wanders back over to N'ano and just shakes her head, then turns around to the rest of the room. "Is everyone all set up, then?"

Lauria sniffs at Kaefe, attempts to shrug nonchalantly, and then stares back down at her hide-- blotting everything else around her out with the concentration.

"Shells!" Yasmine exclaims, eyeing up the new girls in the 'barracks. "When did they all get i' 'ere? Ya 'riders ain' wastin' no time, I tell ya." She now leans in and just watching, a look of disgust slowly flowing over her young face. "Tha's jus' gross." is declared. "Look a'em," Yasmine says, shaking her head. "Actin' all sweet wit' the Weyrleader. No shame, bleck. All o'er 'em like a buncha' wherry's wit' there eggs." Or.. something?

N'ano just grins. What man wouldn't love the attention? Well, perhaps a few, but N'ano? He loves it. Stepping back towards the door, he awaits the replies to Lyria's question before he leaves to take care of other matters.

Kaefe spares a sidelong glance for Yasmine as he reaches for his right boot and begins to slowly pull it over his bandaged foot. He could make a few snide remarks about her being female as well and therefore not ranking that much higher with him anyway, but decides she's not worth the effort. Kaefe does pause once both boots are on, though, to watch the N'ano-and-fangirls action through narrowed eyes.

Lyria pauses as she gets nods from the new candidates - except Ashlee and Ariana who give nods to N'ano - and then she herself nods and turns around to leave.