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| RL Date: 6 May, 2009 |
| Who: A'son, Milani, Tiriana, Ulestien |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A'son goes to visit the eggs. He gets cursed at by Tiriana who then ignores him. He chats with Milani until Nikoth demands he pay special attention to Ulestien. There's then a trip to the candidate quarters. He finds his old bunk and subsequently the trunk that belongs to it. He adds a little more for future candidates to read. |
| When: Day 2, Month 9, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr(#290RJs) Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black. The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat. From the sands, To have been out here since before dawn, Iovniath's not exactly making much progress, with only three eggs laid out in the sands so far. She's eyeing them rather forlornly, too, in a break between pushing out another one; Tiriana is inspecting each in turn herself, in more hands-on fashion: poking at them until Iovniath whuffs with motherly alarm. "They're... not /that/ ugly," she says, dubiously. Eggs are being dumped out on the sand. And whether or not A'son is really interested in clutches is up in the air, but it probably seems like some sort of duty to him. To at least come and take one peak out onto the new 'Reaches arrivals. The bronzerider heads down the stairs, stopping at the rail and leaning over the edge. He watches Tiriana with a sort of neutral expression. His fingers tap on the railing, hesitance. Finally, "Need anything?" He calls across to the goldrider. Oh how helpful. Here comes Milani with a pitcher of lemonade and several glasses on a tray, along with a basket of things to nibble on. After all, Tirian's been out here sweatin' to the oldies since dawn and it's not exactly /cold/ outside or in here. Clink clink goes the ice in the pitcher as the headwoman moves through the entry tunnel and carefully along the lower tier of seats. A'son's voice brings her eyes up and Milani takes a little breath, then continues moving forward. "Cool drinks," she tells both bronzerider and Weyrwoman as she draws near, "make the whole thing better, right?" From the sands, And we're off. "Fuck you," says Tiriana, looking up from the last silvery-gray egg to eye A'son. Iovniath looks appalled, as is her way, and Tiriana's quick to add, "They're /eggs/, Iovniath. They can't hear it. Faranth." She rolls her eyes, too. But with Milani offering her drinks, Tiriana turns, and if she'll blow off A'son, she'll at least stroll over toward Milani to get one. "Thanks." Oh well, it was worth a try. Since Tiriana is cursing him out, he'll wave to her dragon. She at least looks nice. Then Milani arrives, boasting refreshments. "It'll make it something." A'son answers her, lips quirking to the side. She's given a quick look over, not to be too overt in his staring. "You look good today." Turning, Milani sets the tray down on the next row of seats up and pours a tall glass for Tiriana. A lean over the rail extends the vessel full of cheerily yellow-colored liquid to the Weyrwoman. "You're welcome," the headwoman says chipperly enough herself. "There's snacks too if you're hungry." A'son's compliment tilts Milani's head towards him though, blue-green eyes lifting to his face and she smiles warmly. "Thanks, so do you," she quips back, only a faint trace of uncertainty touching her face. "Want some?" A little hand gesture indicates the pitcher of lemonade. From the sands, "I'm /hot/," Tiriana tells Milani, as though this explains everything and weren't obvious to boot. She's taking her hair down from its ponytail to put it up, the frizzing curls that are trying to escape in the sweaty heat, before she takes a drink; no food. She takes a long drink, glances back over the mostly-empty sands. "This is taking /forever/." "Don't lie to me." A'son tells Milani, rubbing a hand over his hair. His sweaty hair. He's not the picture of beauty, though he probably never is. With the offer of a delicious, cool beverage, "Oh, thanks." He grins before pushing off the rail and dropping into a seat behind him. There's no comment on how long it's taking for the gold to lay all her eggs. "Of course you are, it's hot in here," Milani tells Tiriana and releases the glass into the Weyrwoman's hand. "Hopefully not too much longer," she says sympathetically to the goldrider then slants another long A'son's way. "Well you're sweaty and a little grungy around the edges, but that's rarely stopped me from thinking you're hot before," Milani notes to the bronzerider, humor quirking up the corner of her mouth. A step away from the rail brings her back to the tray to pour again and offer the second glass over to him. "There's some non-sweet snacks in here too if you're hungry. Meatrolls and stuff," she notes about the basket and perches to one side of the tray, knees turning inward and elbows resting atop them. Her hands clasp together and she looks out over the sands towards the incipient clutch. "How's she doing, Tiriana?" From the sands, Tiriana makes a gagging sound. "Faranth, you're disgusting," she notes of Milani and A'son's teasing. Her lip curling, she just eyes the eggs, about the time Iovniath pops out another one. "She's--fine," is the absent answer to the question actually directed at her. "Of course she's fine. Just bored out of her mind." Although that's probably more Tiriana than Iovniath, because the gold is nudging her nose at the latest egg, checking it out all over as she arranges it by its mates. He takes the glass from Milani, "Thanks, appreciate it." A'son takes a long swallow from the glass before leaning back. His head rolls and his eyes stare up at the ledges overhead. "You know, no. I'm not doing that." The comment would initially seem to be to no one in particular. Unless one was to look up to see the bronze land overhead, spreading his wings and trying to look all cool. He does laugh laugh at Tiriana's reaction, glancing sideways at Milani. "Yes, sometimes. Maybe a little." There's a faint lift of brows from Milani to Tiriana for 'disgusting', but she only shrugs and shifts, one leg crossing over the other, foot bouncing as her elbows drift backwards to find purchase on that row behind her and she braces her weight thusly. "I'm glad she's doing fine. Hopefully ... some of the dragons can help keep her entertained while she's here," the headwoman says sincerely and tilts her head to the side, meeting A'son's gaze in the process. The good humor remains on her face though again there's that faint touch of hesitation before she quips back: "And sometimes a lot. But not usually in public." From the sands, "Why /wouldn't/ she be fine?" says Tiriana, eyeing Milani for a moment. The comment earns another shake of her head, and she takes another long drink before turning to get a refill. It's hard work, just standing around while your dragon lays eggs. As Iovniath does again, now. "Ha. She'd run them all off," she says to Milani's suggestion, snorting. "Like to run all you oglers off, too, while we're at it." The disgustingness is left alone now, except for a disdainful look at A'son. Though that might be just on general principle. Nikoth trumpets from ledge, he's company! Though possibly the last dragon in the weyr that Iovniath would like to be sharing company with. A'son rolls his eyes, instead choosing to watch the two women he's with. Milani's comment results in his 'brows popping up, "Hmm. Can't possibly be that exciting." He responds, ignoring the disgusted gaze of Tiriana. For the moment at least. "It's her first time," Milani answers Tiriana's question evenly. "She could be tired, or bored like you said. And well, they don't have to come inside to be entertaining. Any of them could provide you know, distraction, from outside," the headwoman's hand waves vaguely towards the Bowl. "I'll just leave the pitcher here for you then. Make sure someone comes back every hour or so with more ice?" she suggests to the Weyrwoman for the whole running off oglers remark. A'son's brow-popping look earns a steady one in return. "You'd be surprised ..." the headwoman murmurs more quietly and pushes up on one elbow to fish a cookie out of the basket. "Glad I didn't impress anything that could lay eggs." A'son notes in low tones to Milani. Just so that Tiriana doesn't hear him. He glances around the stands, noting the fairly low population of watchers. "Oh really?" He finishes the rest of the glass off and places it down on the spot next to him. With he a sigh he watches as more eggs are laid out on the sands. "Well, this is quite exciting." Ulestien is attempting to sneak into the galleries, trying to avoid being hassled about one thing or another, hands tucked into his pockets as he walks. And wherever Milani and A'son are situated, he tries to work around them then sneak forward to try and get a nice view of those eggs. At least he's quietly enthralled, for now. Given that the bronzerider and the headwoman are right in the first row of seats and fairly near the entryway, sneaking in is going to be tough. At least Milani's attention is on A'son for the moment as she takes a bite out of that cookie. "Mm. Not for everyone," she answers with a little grin for that murmured remark. "Though you're not really equipped for it in the first place." Mock-innocent look on her face. "More?" she asks about the empty glass though, skipping out on that 'oh really' if only because Ulestien's attempt to sneak turns her gaze his way. "Hey there, Lest." « Talk to him. That one over there. Right near you. » Up on the ledges, someone is getting a little excited. Nikoth is perched close to the edge, neck snaked down, staring at the crowd below. A'son is not paying attention to him, as he's apt to do. But no, really. There's only a few dragons up there, so the loud grumbling from him is actually audible. "I'm not into that." The bronzerider notes aloud. "I'm not doing that. I'm relaxing. Are you /serious/?" He finally shifts up in his chair, eyes browsing the people that are there. "Yeah, I guess I would make a bad goldrider. Bad enough as a bronzerider." His attention is definitely distracted. "What, oh. Thanks. Please." He holds the glass out to her, still browsing. « Of course I'm serious. Who do you think you're talking to? » A flash of an image. It's so blurry, it could hardly be called that. Brown hair. Man's face. « Go that way. Left, he's there. » Pause, uncertainty. « Oh, no. That's wrong. Go back the other way. Right, Left? What's the difference again? » </i> Ulestien turns his gaze away from the sands to Milani as she greets him. "Hey there.. Ma'am." He greets, hands in pockets still before he's glancing towards the bronzerider there as well. Brows lift before he's looking back towards the sands and the eggs. Up go Milani's eyes in response to Nikoth's rumbling, and a faintly amused look is shot A'son's way at the audible one-sided conversation. She leans over though to pick up his empty glass and refills it from the pitcher. "You don't make a bad bronzerider," she tells him in a lower voice, tone sincere. "How's things?" is directed towards Ulestien though. "Hungry?" the basket of mixed sweet and savory snacks is lifted his way. A'son is still looking around, his expression turning almost desperate. "Honestly. I should have worked on this problem more." He tells Milani. What problem? "He can't ever show me anything clearly." Nikoth is still up there, beginning to look more agitated by the minute. He's warbling and shaking his head great bronze head, eyes whirling. "Go which way? Left?" He puts the glass down again and gets to his feet. He wanders away from the resident and headwoman. "Right? What do you mean you don't know the difference?" « Hey. Don't be funny. They didn't teach us that. » Ulestien doesn't eavesdrop, nope and makes no indication that he's hearing any of the conversation until Milani speaks to him. "Pretty good, and yourself, ma'am? Are you doing well?" Snacks offered and he nods his head, taking on to chew on as he looks towards A'son with a lift of his brow. "And I'daur let you out of weyrlinghood like this" Milani teases A'son a little, observing the game of 'find whatever Nikoth is looking for' with amusement dancing in her eyes. The basket is held up long enough for Lest to take whatever it is he took then she sets it back down on the tray. "I'm just fine, thanks. Enjoying the scenery," she notes with a nod towards the eggs and then the wandering bronzerider. "Okay, this is -right-" A'son points in the proper direction. "This is -left-" Another point. "Right? Alright, now we've got that... How about this? I'll just walk and stare at the ground. Then, when I need to stop you just tell me?" « Fine. Yes. » He's staring up at the ledges, still speaking outloud to the dragon that's up there. "It's a deal then." Eyes to the ground, he begins to walk back to Milani and Ulestien. One, two, three, four, more subsequent steps follow until he's completely back by the two young people. « Stop. That one'll be good. » He stops there. Eyes drift onto Milani, "Oh, you're sure then?" « Can you stop mooning over her already? Search the kid. Damnit. » Ulestien nods his head, "interesting eggs. Wishing my painting skills were better." But alas, that's one skill he does lack in. A glance at A'son and both brows lift. "What're you looking for?" He finally asks, because that man's just looking odd walking around like that. "Did you drop something? Your knife again?" "Think so? Hard to see from here," Millie says first. A'son's behavior though, has her eyes narrowing just a little in suspicion and she tilts her head back and looks right up at him, gaze again, steady, though both of her brows are lifting right on up. "Ays?" she queries quietly. "No, no." A'son says to Ulestien, still sounding distracted with eyes on Milani. "I didn't lose my knife. I didn't lose anything, I'm trying to find someone." Her question to him makes him shake his head and look up again. "Okay, don't be funny. I know the difference between a man and a woman. /That's/ what you have visuals of?" The bronzerider sounds scandalized by whatever he's seen. Then he's looking at the young man and steps away from the headwoman. He drops down next to him. "What's your name again? Lester? Ulesto?" Finally. "Ulestien!" Ulestien shrugs, "not too good of a view, doesn't have to be too accurate, I can see enough.. I guess. Don't want to try and sweet talk anyone to get a closer look." He'd rather /not/ piss the Weyrwoman off again. A'son gets a look, "trying to find someone?" A blank look as the conversation goes on, brows lifting and he's looking towards Milani to see if this is.. Normal, perhaps? "Lest.. Seeing as you're having trouble. But yeah, that's right." The man beams a grin and turns towards those eggs as another one comes to the sands. Amusement again, colors Milani's expression. "I should hope so," she tells the bronzerider before he moves on and if her shoulders shift a little to you know, draw some attention to her own womanly assets, it's just shoulders shifting. Right? Still she sits up as A'son pegs the resident's name and she looks down towards them with a sudden glimmer of expectation on her face, fingers lacing together around her knees. Nikoth finally makes a noise that sounds like he's happy. He's on the ledge still, hovering over the edge. Neck still snaked down, peering at Ulestien and A'son from his perch. That series of warbles are probably a good thing, even if he is being awfully distracting. "How old are you, Lest? You don't have like... kids or a wife hiding someplace? No real... committments? That you couldn't put off?" Distraction from before has faded away, though he does toss a glance over his shoulder to Milani. Ulestien is lifting his head up towards the warbling, brows lifting once more before A'son has his attention again. "Twenty-one Turns. No wife, no kids. Don't have any commitments that I know of. Nothing I couldn't drop." He shrugs, "does it matter?" Cough, "why the sudden interest?" There's a little smile from Milani for A'son and she just listens to the exchanges between the two over there. Her head ducks though at Ulestien's question but she presses her lips closed, eyes dancing and lets A'son do his thing. "Oh, fantastic. It's really good to not have your life cluttered with things like that." A'son tells him, then looks unsure. "I guess? I've never been married so maybe I shouldn't comment." He reclines, pointing out at the eggs. "Them." He sticks his tongue out Tiriana while she has her back turned. "Would you mind spending some time in our barracks? Until the eggs hatch? And then like, going on the sands? I promise, the risk of death is quite low." He turns again over his shoulder to Milani. "Right? I don't remember anyone dying during my impression." Ulestien doesn't look to Milani again as she's not saying anything and A'son's the one talking. "I guess not?" He agrees, though uncertainty lingers in his tone. "Well, if you like spending time with women.. Marriage kind've hampers that." Is given after a moment, the tongue-sticking does have his brows lifting before he's looking towards the eggs. "What about them?" And the next question has his question answered and he's chuckling. "Don't see the harm." A pause, "death doesn't sound too tempting. I guess if I.. Keep my mouth shut a bit and listen to orders, that lowers the risk? That statement from A'son turns Milani's head aside for a moment or two, making it difficult to read her expression from where the bronzerider and the resident are. When A'son asks about the hatching, she turns back though, flashes him a little smile. "No. No deaths. Don't remember any serious injuries either. Though you might want to tell him about the risks of firestone." She props her elbow up on her knee and her chin on her hand. "And marriage, weyrmating or you know, just dating one person doesn't really hamper spending time with /a/ woman. Just you know, puts the kibosh on sleeping around," she says rather baldly. "Which, isn't always a bad thing. Don't forget the part about you know, not knocking anyone up, Ays," she reminds with a blink-eyed look. He just waves his hands. "Eh! It's not like you could do anything terribly wrong during candidacy. You'd really have to try, you know?" A'son then starts to demonstrate something with this hands. "If a newly hatched dragon comes running across the sands at you?" He mimics claws now. "Just very calmly, dive out of its way. You know, don't stand there and let it chow down on you. Not that they chow, they're just confused. They scratch. Claw." No sex, oh. "Right. Don't go sleeping around and having sex. Just keep your stuff in your pants for awhile, you'll be fine. Thanks, Millie."
"Diving is definitely good," Milani says with due soberness to back A'son up. "And well, you /can/ mess around, Lest. Just you know, make sure she's drinking her tea first," the headwoman advises with a little look A'son's way. "Keeping your stuff in your pants is a good guarantee, but not a requirement." Ulestien's last earns a wry turn to her mouth, but it's the bronzerider that Millie's looking up at. "As long as everyone is in agreement. Or you don't have an agreement with someone already." "Just keep it inside the pants. No unexpected announcements that way. No girl telling you "He he he, it didn't work... surprise!" You really don't want that. Unpleasent." A'son glances towards the sands and then stands suddenly. When Milani is looking at him about agreements, he shoots her a confused look. "Well, I think we can show you the candidates barracks, dorms, whatever they call them." And by 'we', he means the headwoman too. "You're going to come right? You know where all the stuff is." Ulestien laughs, "I think I'm good, with the keeping it in my pants." Because a certain someone might actually take her anger out on him. "But if I do, yeah. I'll keep that in mind." He nods his agreement towards A'son. "Yeah, wouldn't want /that/ surprise." The two earn a look but he doesn't intrude. "Yeah, the barracks would be a good idea so I know where to move my stuff." What little he has. Up to her feet goes Milani, to lean against the rail as that fiery egg makes its appearance. "Wow, that's some colors!" she exclaims as A'son shoots her that look. If one of her hands is closing just a little white-knuckled, could just be you know, excitement over that new egg? She looks over her shoulder as A'son issues that invitation though and she nods, smiles at both men. "Of course. Happy to help you get settled in." Beat. "Shall we?" As she pushes away from the railing again and leaves the tray with the lemonade behind in case Tiriana needs more sustenance against further egg dropping. Milani is shot another look, those knuckles eyeballed. If there's some message there, the bronzerider just isn't picking up on it. This is A'son after all. From the ledges, Nikoth warbles once again. "If anything bad happens to you, blame him!" He tells Ulestien, pointing overhead. He waves his hand forward, "Lead the way, you know it." There's a smile for her before he's following, hopefully with Ulestien in tow out of the galleries and to the main weyr. Ulestien looks up and towards the sands at Milani's exclamation, and then sees the next egg that follows that one. He's trying to ignore the tension between the two, obviously as he just puts on a smile. "Thanks." He offers towards Milani. A'son's pointing draws his gaze up and then towards A'son. "Wouldn't blame him, he could squish me." And, then he's following along after the pair and keeping his distance. Not wanting to get in the way of a fight should it break out. Milani proceeds past A'son and Ulestien both with a swish of bright blue skirts and a little toss of her head. Sashay. And if Lest gets an eyeful too, well, that's just fine. "It's just this way," she says serenely with a little look over her shoulder. "Won't be that different from the dorms, just a lot more people all in one room! And really, Nikoth's just a big old softie. He looks big and scary but he's very sweet."
Two caverns lead one right into the other from a hallway just off the Common Room. Taking advantage of the high, vaulted ceiling, bunk beds march in four neat rows of five beds each allowing up to forty people to sleep in one cavern. Functional and spartan in atmosphere, there's little in the way of decoration here, just the one tapestry depicting a hatching on the wall of the first cavern and eggs on the sands in the second. Each bunk is made up when there are candidates in residence, with standard sheeting, gray woollen blankets and somewhat lumpy pillows. A trunk stands at both the head and foot of the bunks, providing a little space for the occupants to store their belongings while the wait for the eggs to hatch. The archway between the two spaces is covered over with a hide hanging, easily hooked back when both caverns are in use, but tacked into place when only the first is needed. A proper wooden door closes out noise and drafts from the hallway.
Ulestien doesn't sneak peeks at Milani, nope. Just following along behind in silence until they arrive in which A'son earns more of those looks. "I see." And then he's moving to see what exactly is carved in that box and his brows lift. "Interesting." But, he's not staying at that cot might be odd if he did so he goes to one two bunks down. "This is the barracks and everyone gets a cot and a press just like in --" Milani is doing her little spiel when A'son goes wandering away and the pair of them go to look at those etched letters. "Did he really?" she asks curiously, head tilting to the side. "If you n eed extra linens, it's just like in the dorms, Lest." There's an innocent whistle from the bronzerider. "No time like the present..." He murmurs under his breath. Brown eyes dart to find Milani. The second she wanders off or isn't looking at him, he's going to be reaching for his belt knife. Very quickly (sloppily) the words 'And Nathein smells. He should impress green.' appear down there. A'son then stands, slipping his knife back into place. There's a cough. "Yeah, it's practically like the same as the dorms. He casually kicks the trunk back into place. Ulestien glances at Milani and nods. "Like the dorms." He repeats, "there really is writing there." He confirms, then is looking over that bunk. Even as A'son is writing with that knife, he doesn't notice until he's kicking that trunk under. "Did you add it?" But, even then, he's returning attention back to the bunk and inspecting it. There's a sidelong look from Milani towards A'son but she pretends like she doesn't actually see him carving things up. "There'll be other people in here eventually," she says and returns to them. "So. You'll have chores starting tomorrow, they'll posted right there," the headwoman points to the board. "Same stuff as the chore pool really, but you'll rotate through it once a week." As Ulestien is asking his question, A'son is trying to 'shhh' him and mouthing: She'll notice! When he turns on Milani he's all smiles. "Hopefully they won't have you cleaning up any abandoned rooms like they did with us. That was annoying. I think N'thei had a bunch of shelves fall on him or something." He looks like he's trying to actually remember if that was his friend or not. "Or did that happen to me? Did that happen at all?" He asks Milani, then looking at Ulestien. "Don't do anything dangerous." Nod. Ulestien nods, "right." A glance towards the board and he nods, "so check every day. Right." A'son's shushing has his brows lifting and he only smiles and says nothing of it again. "Abandoned rooms? Just for the sake of cleaning?" The mention of shelves falling on someone makes him wince. "Well, from the sounds of it. Might be you if you can't remember it." Then he's nodding. "Nothing dangerous, got it." "It happened to both of you," Milani says, hands on hips and a fond expression on her face as she reaches up, starts to tousle A'son's hair. "Yes, check every day. And you report to me," she tells Ulestien, "for all instructions and any problems or to Alieva who'll be your point person with the assistants. There's rules too, those are posted up there too. Mostly, stick to the Weyr unless you're with a rider, though that's later on, when they're closer to hatching, don't knock anyone up, don't get drunk and get married, and try not to get into any fights. Mostly the rules are about keeping you safe until the dragons have a shot at you." "Did it /really/?" A'son asks her, looking incredulous. He's soon shaking his head and rubbing at the back. Like maybe he'll find a long lost lump. It would explain a lot! "Everything that she said. And if there happens to be a review sheet passed around? You know, about how good your searchrider was? Check off all the ones that say 'good'." He gives Ulestien a knowing nod. Then he looks at Milani, checking, "Do we do that here?" Ulestien laughs softly, "shells. That must've sucked." Being crushed by shelves isn't his idea of fun. "Right, report to you.. And check with Alieva." He repeats, making notes and then settling on the bunk he's at. "And don't break the rules." Not that it really needed repeating. A'son gets another look, brows lifting and he's giving a look towards Milani because she's the one making the most sense. "Yeah, really," Milani says, hand retreating away from the bronzerider. "And no, we don't rate searchriders," she notes with a laugh and turns back to Ulestien. "Mmhm. You've got it. And since you're first in, your pick of cots. There's a draft from the other room and from the main door, but it gets stuffy at the back." Ulestien grins, "alright." And he's up again to look at all the cots for flaws. Best get the best one for himself, first, before there's anyone else looking around, too. A'son gets a look again, "Milani just said it happened. She wasn't squashed so she must be right." There's a grin and then a wave as the rider seems to be starting out. "It happened," Milani says again and shakes her head at the bronzerider. "You are /not/ getting old, A'son," she says with hands propped on hips again. "I wasn't in the right spot for getting squashed," she tells Ulestien. "That should about cover everything though," she notes. "So if you need anything, you know when I'm usually in my office. Happy moving in!" she tells the candidate. "You wait until you're my age." A'son shoots back at her from the doorway. "Anyway, Lester. Have fun living in here, don't do anything I wouldn't do and stay out of trouble." Backing up, backing up. "See you later, Millie. I hear we're having some sort of eggs popping out the queen celebration." There's a raised set of 'brows for that. "Catch you then." Ulestien nods to Milani, "good thing, that. He needs someone to remember for him, it looks like." And, he's turning away before he can see any sparks of anger at that comment. He's looking over each bunk for the tiniest details. "Thanks!" And then A'son gets another look. Lester? A shake of his head and he doesn't even attempt to correct the other man. Milani tracks A'son out, shooting him yet another amused look. "Mmhm. We are. Big party. I'll see you then. With my best dress on," she tells the bronzerider, eyes suddenly sparkling with good humor. She drops a look over her shoulder at Ulestien and laughs. "So does everyone around here. That's why I usually have such a big clipboard. Anyway, see you in the morning for those chores, take the rest of today off," she notes with a little wiggle of her fingers as she leaves. |
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