OOC: Log - More LC RP
Living Cavern
The smooth, rounded walls cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient, lustrous tables run along the axis of the cavern, and at the far end rests the raised dais and high table, where Weyrleaders and honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is embedded into stone: a smoking mountain in black on... [look closer]
Perched near the food are twenty-five firelizards.
You see Tray of Meat Rolls and Cookies and Firelizard Tapestry here.
Asliah is here.
Obvious exits:
Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns
Asliah is working on a pile of white fabric squares, they appear to be new diapers for the nurseries and such. Quick fingers send the needle sliding through the material with ease, as well as making her knife trim off ragged edges.
Bustling through the caverns at dinner time is a risky business. People, tables and chairs to avoid. Not to mention the aroma of freshly cooked food that wafts about, invading every corner of the room. Torturous really, when you’ve been stuck with the job of cleaning tables off after they’ve been used. Minka is finding it particularly stressful, especially watching her clean tables almost instantly be spoiled by food scraps or drink spillage and the like. Asliah is spotted, the table at which she works to be Minka’s next, the candidate looking over the young woman, “Hello.” The diapers are noted, Minka querying, “Nanny then, are you?”
Rylen walks with a steady stride in from the South Caverns.
Asliah looks up with a shake of her head "Me? No just a seamstress, though today I'm mending and making new diapers for the flood of new littles that seem to be popping up all over the place." a quick glance to the girls shoulder brings a grin to the womans face "Candidate are you?"
A young man bearing that infamous candidate's knot steps in from the bowl, letting out a relieved sigh as he does so. Rylen had been dragged off by one of the assistant weyrherder's earlier, and was dreading the talking to he'd get from Master Aimee for being searched. But, it didn't happen. The assistant weyrherder just thought he was up here on his usual training runs, boy was he surprised. Locking his hands behind his head, fingers entertwined, Rylen steps into the living caverns, a plan in his head to finish that dinner that got left behind when he was dragged away.
Minka grins, “Ah, I see.” There’s a little quirk of a smile at the mention of all the ‘littles’ popping up, Minka seemingly deciding it’s best really to keep her own council on Weyr gossip she’s heard in her short stay. Following Asliah’s gaze up to her shoulder, Minka bats at the knot absent-mindedly, flicking it with a finger, “Yes, as you can see with the disappointingly bland knot I must sport everywhere.” Obviously it would look much better a lovely shade of blue. Even green. The cloth in Minka’s hand is left on the table, the candidate drawing a chair up to the table and sinking down, “Mind if I join you? I’m about due for a break.”
Asliah nods chuckling softly as she waves a quick needle filled hand towards one of the empty chairs "Please do, yes I remember those days. I wore one when WeyrWoman Iri impressed her lovely lifemate." Rylen is spotted from the corner of her eye and is given a warm and friendly smile of welcome.
Rylen, on the otherhand, manages to place Minka fairly easily in his memory. Afterall, how often in one herder-boy's life does one get the good fortune of seeing an egg-laying? For some reason, seeing her with a white knot doesn't surprise him that much either. The young man approaches, inclining his head to both of them. "Good evening, ladies. Would you mind if I shared a bit of your company while I catch some dinner?" He asks with a polite tone, fixing his tunic a little as he speaks.
Minka perks up a little upon hearing the woman before her has experience in this field, "Did you? It's all a bit odd at first, but in a way, the chores aren't all that dissimilar from the ones I had back at the Hold." The semi-dirty cloth is played with, Minka worrying at the edges with her fingers, slowly pulling a strand loose here or there, "So.. did you like it?" The query is pulled off with nonchalance, though it's rather obvious Minka's desperate to hear the answer. Reassurance. Rylen's approach to the table is rewarded with a smile, Minka gesturing to the chair beside her, "Not at all." Lovely manners that young man has, "Hmm. Now I think I remember.. You were there at the clutching, weren't you?" Beamkle. Minka is smart.
Asliah shakes her head and again waves a hand towards the empty seats remaining "Please make yourself comfortable." Another square of fabric joins the others that are finished upon the table top "What the chores or the being out on the sands on hatching day?"
"Thank you." Rylen responds, and then fetches himself a plate, his old one having been taken away at some point while he was gone. It doesn't take long for him to return, taking only a modest serving of some meatrolls and a mug of some sort of juice. To the question posed by Minka, Rylen nods his head with a smile. "Aye. Snuck into the clutching that is..." He chuckles. "I'm lucky Weyrherder Aimee didn't send my hide to the tanners for it, too. I'm still waiting for her to find out about this." He flicks the knot after sitting down. Then, he quiets somewhat, his attention turned towards Asliah, as if he too was interested in hearing her answer to the question previously raised.
Shifts, awkward rather, “Well both actually.” She looks to Rylen, “Guessing that we are both new at this then, are we?” She pauses, “Ah, weren’t meant to be there, were you? Well I can’t fault you, Sorcha and I were here to deliver a package. And considering the awful smell it had about it, we rewarded ourselves with a trip up there to watch. Pure chance really.” Not that Min’s complaining, after all - it’s her first clutching as well. Turning back to Asliah again, she continues, “So, just tell us about the entire thing. Start to finish.” Eager nod. Perhaps she should even take notes.
Asliah falls silent as she thinks over things from a few turns back "Well we did lots of chores and got to touch the eggs when they were hard enough." darting eyes look at both young candidates in turn "Always be gentle with the eggs and never move to fast or you could upset the gold."
"Mmmm." Rylen replies, his mouth half full with a meatroll. He swollows before eating, rather than saying anything with his mouth full. "Aye, you say true. I was supposed to head strait back to the hold, but after being run through training with Aimee, I didn't think she'd fault me for stealing a look... at least not much anyways." He chuckles with a bit of boyish humor, and then lets his attention settle on Asliah as he takes another bite, taking note of the advice about the eggs. No, having a big, upset golden dragon would not be a good idea.
Lynzi walks in from the South Caverns.
Deaglan walks in from the South Caverns.
Lynzi saunters in in her usual fashion, nose in the air, haughty air just circling around her. She makes no eye contact with anyone just yet, setting her eyes on some klah for the moment. Waking up from an evening nap is /so/ hard, donchaknow?
Minka nods, still looking for a little more information on the whole topic. Certainly talk of upsetting gold things big enough to squish her thoroughly isn't reassuring at all. Watching, however, as Asliah seems absorbed in finishing off those diapers, she turns to Rylen, "Probably best to let Asliah get on with them, she looks a tad busy." She watches him eat for a moment, looking quite jealous, "I've still got a while before I finish - and can eat." Mope. All the best food will be gone. She shoots a look toward the hearth, perhaps she should sneak a bite in before getting back to work, "So what were you specialising in as a Herder? Or going to specialise, rather." Lynzi is spotted, though after the glares exchanged yesterday, Minka merely bristles - still ripping the cloth in her hands.
Well being a candidate is a new experience for Lan but being around the Weyr is nothing new. The young lad doesn't seem to be missing a beat having already stowed the few items he thought he'd need as a candidate readily accessible. Food does sound quite good now that he's sent of messages to all those who need to know about his being Searched. Not just his fostermother who he does call mother but his biological family as well. There are uses for those little buggers of his.
"Would you like me to get you something? Even if you can't eat it right away, at least it's set asside." Rylen shifts slightly, looking to her with an eyebrow raised. Doing such oh-so-noble and good deeds was part of his 'charm' if you can call it that. His attention drawn away from his own meal, the boy tilts his head in a fashion reminicent of a canine or a curious cat. "I was put under Master Aimee to learn canine training. So that's what I was learning, and what I was going to specialize in." He pushes to his feet, pushing the chair in behind him. "So... what can I get you from the trays?" He asks, folding his arms and looking as if he's not going to take no for an answer.
Oh shards. There's Minka again. Bloody egg shells. Lynzi had her fill of the girl last night, so she's seriously reconsidering her trip to the caverns for her klah. But it is /so/ good...so maybe it'll all work itself out. Especially when boys are noticed. They make everything worth while. Just because she's a tease, Lynz sends Rylen a sneaky little smile before slinking off to a table, not too far from his, but far enough away not to get drawn into any sort of polite conversation.
Minka looks embarrassed, "Oh please no, it's fine. I'll just wait." She smiles though, pleased. As Rylen gets to his feet, however, she just proceeds to shake her head, "No, no, sit down, please? Honestly, finish your meal - it'll get cold sitting out here while you go. I can wait." Still spluttering to attempt to get Rylen back in his seat, Minka looks past him briefly, frowning at the look which Lynzi sends his way. Mega frown. She's not jealous, no way. Cough. "Please?" That's the final attempt, Minka returning gaze up to Rylen. The cloth in her hands is all but shredded, looking a little sad in it's strips of dirt-smudged white.
"Is everyone settling in ok?" Lan asks, directing his questions towards his fellow candidates. He's the only one of the four that is actually really familiar with the Weyr. "Have you seen Master Aimee's fosterling Kimbers? I haven't seen him for a bit..."
Jia walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.
Iri moves purposefully in from the Southeastern Bowl.
There is a pause, and a momentary consideration from Rylen as he seriously thinks about getting her something anyways, but then his generally chivalric nature gets the better of him, and he nods, returning to his seat. "Alright. Whatever you wish, m'lady." He smiles slightly, attempting to dissuade the frown on her face. Of course, he follows the look that frown is aimed towards, lifting his eyebrows curiously as he gets that sneaky smile from Lynzi. "Evening... " He greets in responce, inclining his head. He gets the distinct feeling that the two young women are sending thought daggers to each other, and he's right in the middle of it. Gulp. To Deaglan's question, he shakes his head. "I'm afraid I haven't... and I train under her."
Lynzi caught the look that Minka sent her, most definitely. It's on now. She knows what that look means. "Evening," she replies, her tone just drizzled in sweetness. Puke. She sends the same smile over to Minka, but her nose wrinkles slightly as it turns into more of a sneer. Her klah is sipped at, Deaglan noted, but not acknowledged.
Jia is being Jia, AKA wandering into the LC and bumping gently into chairs and tables as she heads towards the klah. Perhaps the voyage would eb more successful were she to keep her eyes on anything other than the ceiling, but what can ya do? Eventually her thigh hits into the corner of a table, which brings the lass back to reality. She looks around, blinking, and spots the Candidates. Ooh.
In all her clothes wrinkled, red-faced, puffy-eyed glory, Iri enters. Just shortly after Jia, and with far less coordination for those tables her fellow clutchmate leaves in her wake, Iri manages to clip and/or bump fully into. By the time she finds the serving table, she's nearly leaning against it with an exaggerated seeming exhaustion. None the less, she manages a polite enough smile towards those she spots within the area. White knots and all. Jia, however, is her main focus of attention. "Jia," Pleaded innocently as Iri tries to find a mug and a refreshing drink, "Be a doll and pretend to be me?" Not to terrible a question to ask, no?
Minka settles back in her chair, a distinct look of relief passing over her features as she relaxes, "Thankyou. Now eat. Please." She taps the table next to his plate, briefly watching the exchange between the young man and Lynzi. No mental daggers. Just glares, rude exchanges and the like. The sweet reply from Lynzi causes Minka to look away, picking up a strip of cloth and feigning examination of it. You bet it's on, girl. Grimacing, she's only stirred from fuming by a bump of the table, a pitcher quite nearly falling. Startled, Minka's hands snap out to steady the drink container, gaze refocussing on Jia. "Hello." Good. A distraction from the evil that is Lynzi.
A pair of riders needing klah, Lan quickly does pour them both mugs of klah and presents on to each of the riders casually. He's not really concerned aboutt things,"By the way, if you guys want to survive candidacy without totally losing your mind, suggest you find someway to get along..." He doesn't really like the idea of having to get between Minka and Lynzi and he doesn't know either of them yet."Yeah, he might have gone back home, not sure. Oh well. I have enough family through my mother that it doesn't matter." He says laughing.
Rylen nods, heading back to his meal. He lifts a meatroll to his mouth and then *bump*. The young man bites down into thin air, making his teeth clatter a little. There was -supposed- to be resistance there. He looks to where his arm is, still holding up the roll not far form his face. Then, he looks up towards Jia, "G'evening..." He manages to mutter, rubbing his jaw with his spare hand. Only after he's sure that it's still in one piece does he lift the meatroll again and try to continue his meal.
Bad idea, Deaglan. Bad, /bad/ idea. See, if you don't talk to Lynzi, she won't notice you. But since he talked, he now gets thrown one of her famous glares, an arched brow also being sent along with it. "If I want your opinion, I'll ask you for it. Until then, keep your thoughts to yourself." He then is immediately ignored, a quick glance being sent over towards Minka and the mystery man again. The riders are noticed, also being looked at momentarily, before she raises her mug to her lips, blowing on it slightly to cool it down.
With an unexpected sort of grace that comes from being a threadfighter, Jia pivots on the toe of her boot. "Iri, dear, you look..." well, how is Iri supposed to look, considering? Considering... "wonderful," Jia finishes. Were she in her friend's situation, no doubt she'd be doing much worse. Minka gets a smile and nod, as well as a return "Hello", then the bluerider is at the Weyrwoman's side and presented with... klah! Oh, what a lovely candidate, bringing her a drink! Why can't they have white-knots around all the time? ...Then she looks a little closer. "Deaglan?" she asks, curiously, with a shake of her head. Is he old enough already? Weird. Time flies. Right- Iri needed attention. "Sure," she says, hunching her shoulders in an attempt to be the goldrider's size. "Lend me some clothes, and I'd need to find a wig. I'm sure we can work it out..."
Iri's brow arches in quite the inelegant manner. "Good choice of words there, Jia." A tired smile finds it's way on to the Candidates, though it haults upon Lynzi at the other's statement to her fellow Candidate. The klah is welcomed, in an absent manner, and for once it's without the polite thank you that normally would come. "That is no way to talk to a fellow Candidate. You need to apologize to him." Tone suggesting? This instant. Grouchy Iri - dare you combat that!
Minka looks rather disturbed that she’s being offered tips on etiquette by Deaglan, promptly replying with, “Thankyou for that insight.” It’s not impolite, but there’s still that irritable edge to it, Minka clearly displeased with the whole situation. Any glances coming from the direction of Lynzi are deliberately missed, after all, Minka’s decided to face the opposite way. Thusly avoiding a repeat of yesterday’s glaring match. Mrow. Min needs a drink, or a bubbly. Preferably redfruit, if available. She shoots a glance towards Rylen. Though the riders are watched with some degree of interest, Minka look particularly (and immaturely) pleased when Lynzi gets reprimanded, fighting the urge to whirl and award her one of those, ‘I told you so!’ glances. Instead she’ll focus on her pile of whiteness. Lookit, ain’t it just the prettiest pile of scraps.
Jia's shoulders rise and fall. "It's true," she asserts, the ways she's say that the sky is blue or tht she loves Sahruth. Iri does look wonderful. Considering. Patting her friend on the shoulder, the bluerider breezes past her and towards the lower caverns. There's some stuff she needs to look into.
Jia walks to the Southern Caverns.
Rylen raises his eyebrows, his mouth clearly full, which at least momentarily eliminates any charming qualities and replaces them with an almost boyish quality. "Hmm?" He murmers towards Minka as she shoots a glance his way. He swollows again, washing the mouthful down with a drink from his mug before peering over his shoulder towards Lynzi and Deaglan, then an additional look towards the riders. He wasn't liking where this was going already, although he keeps somewhat quiet for the time being. One lesson a guy learns early in life, is not to mess with possibly irritated females.
"Hmpsorry," is the mumbled phrase coming out of Lynzi's mouth, not even daring to look up at Deaglan. Sharding people getting her in trouble! Her cheeks flush furiously red, not because she's embarassed, but because's she's boiling with anger. Alright, so maybe she's just a tad bit embarassed for being reprimanded in front of such an audience. So for the time being, she concentrates on her klah and drinking it without throwing it on anyone. Minka. Ha.
As easy as pie, Iri proffers a smile to Lynzi. "Better. Thank you." Indeed it seems to have made Iri's day. Up to the point where Jia wanders off into the lower caverns. A concerned, overly-fretful pull of her lips comes, before Iri's gaze falls back onto the Candidates at large. Sizing one and all up. Poor Candidates weren't smart enough to run while they had the chance. The not-so much older Iri finds a seat at the table across from theirs, sinking rather deeply down unto it's base. "You know it wasn't too long ago that I was there." Ah memories. "Here, that is." A quick self-correction that finds Iri taking a sip from her mug, "Are you all having any problems yet?"
Sighing a little bit, Lan has a /really/ bad feeling about this and he's down one protector, not to mention the possible wrath of the obnoxious one. "I'm not having any problems. Apparently several of my family have also been Searched. Neana and also I believe her name was Eym, but I'm more familiar with Neana, because she helps out with mom." Mom meaning Shayla. Glancing towards Rylen,"I think your herder duties are on hold for a bit, kind of like my education about healing... Although I'm not an official apprentice."
Minka pushes the pile away now, leaning forward a little. Whatever nasty thoughts Lynzi has about tipping mugs of Klah atop her head, Min is blissfully unaware - choosing instead to pour herself a glass of water. Jia's exit is given not much more than a brief look, Minka swirling her cut about a bit, seeming a little anxious to note meet either Rylen's or Lynzi's gaze. Though Iri's comments are noted, perhaps even appreciated, Minka commenting, "Not really." Well that is apart from the girl across from them who's keen on dousing her with Klah, and the hairy male population.
"Try telling that to Master Aimee." Rylen responds to Deaglan now, shaking his head. A smirk tugs the corner of his mouth. He's known his master for nearly a turn and a half now, and if she wants him... candidate or no, she'll find some way to drag him kicking and screaming to do her bidding. Ahh the joys of apprenticeship. Then, his attention turns Iri. He's not the type to get offended by what is going on with the girls, he simply leaves it to them to work out, one way or the other. "No problems, ma'am." He replies, nursing his cup of klah now. "At least until Aimee finds out anyways." He grins almost boyishly, hiding it somewhat unsucessfully behind his mug.
"Oh she'll just arrange for whatever she wants you to do, to be your chore for the day, but it won't help you towards your Journeymanship more than likely." Lan says with a small laugh. This boy isn't in the hairy category really. Absently he runs his right hand through his hair as he smiles a bit at Iri,"This is a strange thing really."
"Mmm." Iri states quietly as she continues to look between the Candidate's gathered. "I suppose I'll take your word for it. Though let me warn you now, Kwazarenth's likely the one you'll answer to if any of you do anything foolish." Lynzi might appear to be singled out, though the Holder-girl is only the starting point of Iri's meaningful gaze that passes around the group at large, "She's already talking, you see." A half-shared sentiment that finds a tired yawn breaking out, and Iri just managing to stifle it before disappearing behind the rim of her mug again. Lack of sleep... well... it'd do strange things to ordinarally nice people.
The flush in Lynzi's cheeks have gone down slightly, but only so much so. And because she was reprimanded, it only makes her want to act out more. Reverse psychology, you know. Rylen is eyed again, with slightly more intensity, a taunting brow raise given to Minka. Iri's words are semi-heard and dismissed just as quickly.
Being contagious and the like, Minka yawns too, getting up from her seat. She bustles towards the hearth, a few moments spent there deliberating over the selection of hot beverages. Klah of course, is the way she goes. A handful of sweets swept up to. Who cares about spoiling dinner. Returning, she sets the before her on the table, a sip taken. Before unwrapping the first, she offers, "Like one?" The offer is given loosely to those around her, even Lynzi - regardless of the taunts this time. Who'd of thought. With the offer still standing, she starts on her first, sucking thoughtfully whilst those about her converse. About boring topics really. Leaning back, there's a definite slump in her posture - a far cry from the officious manner she's accustomed to adopting
Iri's likely just as un-affected by the conversation as those around her. Or it's the respite from the heat, but the weyrwoman completely zones out within her seat. The mug rests before her, one hand draped over her middle and the other just over her eyes. Surely no one would mind if she took an itty-bitty nap...right?
"No, but thank you for the offer." Rylen smiles to Minka over the lip of his mug. While he's doing that, he misses the further eyeing from Lynzi completely. The boy settles, leaning back into his chair slightly as he does so, feet extended underneath the table. He barely manages to contain a yawn that would continue along the group, stiffling it with a hand. "I should probably try to catch some sleep... I've been up since before dawn with a runner foaling." He rolls his shoulders, and then scootches back from the table, standing up slowly. "If you'll all excuse me." He bows his head politely collecting his plate and mug to deposit for cleaning before he leaves.
Aww. The object of Lynzi's (current) desires is leaving? Pout. Though she doesn't give any indication of that emotion, instead still focused on her mug of klah. How entirely interesting. That does bore her after awhile, and she rises to fetch a sweetroll to munch on. Sweets never seem to land anywhere on her body, so she eats as many of them as possible. The weyrwoman is eyed as she returns to her seat, mumbling something sharply under her breath.
"Maybe you should try sleeping Iri... I know that your dragon is on the sands, but I remember when you were in candidacy." Lan says smiling a bit,"No offense of course, but I would have to tell mother that you're about to fall over, because you are. Remember, I have the advantage of some healer training." He says smiling. "They may have something besides a sharp blow to the head that might help with sleep?"
Fortunately enough, Iri's already taken Deaglan's advice, and is indeed asleep. Sound asleep, at that. Luck be with her and those within the cavern at large that she doesn't snore when she sleeps.
Kristi walks in from the South Caverns.
Minka raises a hand in farewell to Rylen, briefly sporting a look over to the sleeping Iri. Lips curl into a semi-grin, Minka watching Lynzi gulp down those sweets, almost looking envious. Her own figure doesn't far so well under the continual barrage of sugar. She lays a hand across her stomach, shuffling back a little. She'll at least try to suck it in if she's going to be eating unhealthily. The sweets, no matter what issues she has with her weight, are still consumed readily.
"She needs to sleep, anyone disturbs her and I'll /definitely/ be telling /someone/ of authority." Deaglan says quite severely, trying to marshall some authority, without raising his voice. An extra firm glance is sent towards Lyzni, before he moves to sit down near Minka,"Do you mind if I have a seat?" He asks curiously.
So now that all of the interesting people are gone, who is Lynzi going to oogle at? Looks like she just might have to stir up some trouble to amuse herself. That's right. Be mean for something to do. What logic. But for now, she says nothing, taking huge bites into her sweetroll, downing it with klah immediately after.
Minka watches Deaglan with some degree of curiousity, holding her tongue at his show of authority. She doesn't need to be told. And obviously disagrees that he's done so. But in an effort to keep relations good between those gathered, she remarks without a hint of irritation, "Not at all." She moves now, patting the seat beside her, enough space to accomodate the young man, "There you go." She sips on her klah, draining it in one last final gulp, setting then upon her next lolly. She might just skip dinner completely after all, who needs stew, when you have sweets. And klah to boot.
Kristi wanders into the Living Caverns and is very much delighted to see a few people sitting around. She offers a smile to each, being the social butterfly she is. Farnarth, save us from this prissy little self-centered snob! To her dismay, all of Pern doesn't seem to be revolving around her at the second. She clears her throat in attempt to seize everyone's undivided attention.
"By the way, sorry about that... Iri's a really dear friend and well... that was mostly for the obnoxious girl over there's benefit." Lan whispers to Minka, discretely pointing towards Lynzi before settling down, a plate loaded in a rather surprising fashion for a boy his age. It is completely and utterly balanced nutritionally. Not that there aren't sweets because he does enjoy them, he just made sure to balance it.
Now /there/ is a girl that Lynzi might get along with. The girl receives a half brow raise as Lynzi slightly lifts her head to regard her. No no no, she's got it all wrong. The world should revolve around /Lynzi/. And it does, doensn't? Either way, she snorts loudly, shaking her head and rolling her eyes for show. If she wants to get attention, she needs to know that clearing her throat isn't the way to do it. It's wearing revealing clothes, duh! Lynzi lives by that. She notes the whispering between the pair, and they both get a glare. You know, just in case.
Minka grins, most of her displeasure melting with the explanation, "Ah, I see." Smiling now, Minka offers a sweet to the young man, watching him settle down his plate, "Saves you getting back up for desert, doesn't it." Kristi's entrance is barely noted. The clearing of the throat hardly heard above the noise in the living caverns. Though, Minka does notice her. The stance the girl takes up noted with a look of distaste. Of course Lynzi would get along with someone like that. After all, self-absorbed people seem drawn to each other. Hrm. Must stop nasty thoughts. Grin, though it's still amusing.
"That and I like balance." Lan says blushing just a tiny bit,"You might say being raised by a healer and helping take care of one little boy, a little girl, and a pair of twins now, I have rather learned to balance and be kinda reliable about things..."
Kristi shoots one of her Death Glares(tm) ((OOC: Copyright Kristi, 2005. All rights reserved.)) at Lynzi. She walks over and takes a seat beside the girl before thorough look over. OK, step two: Risk analysis. "Hello, I'm Kristi. Nice dress. Who're you?" She watchs with consideration, noting her every move.
Minka nods, approving of Lan's manner, "In that way, then - we have many similarities." As her sweets and klah are all-but finishes now, she stands, excusing herself, "My apologies but I've dilly-dallied much too long. I've still got half the room to do before I finish up tonight." Grinning, she then walks past Lynzi and Kristi, grabbing up her slightly mangled cloth as she heads off to finish cleaning.