Arethea doesn't turn her head, but her eyes do roll in J'cin's direction. She says nothing, except a mutter under her breath, "Then I do wonder where that Thread fell form that got Talaith and I?"

K'run snorts at Aitara, "Whatever. I don't think I want any of them this time. I'm aiming for the girls myself."

"I'm kind of partial to the whole living thing too," O'wyn agrees, with a wry nod for Ae'lan. "A crazy sort of habit, I know." He offers Ae'lan a sheepishly amused smile, and offers a little sheepishly, "Following orders, continuing to learn, working hard, and well...a little luck can't hurt, sir." He offers Kayjay a sheepish smile of thanks.

K'vay catches that wink, yes he does! Making a mental note about the woman, he just... stares at Arethea, and finally chuckles.

"That's how the Bitran gets you, O'wyn," Ae'lan says solemnly.

K'laarn turns to Niare, "Firedance and Stormfall have nearly 30 riders a piece, it's more fit that I'm looking for. Besides, Starflame needs some youngsters as well."

Arethea shrugs at Niare. "Firedance is fine, too, actually, Ma'am. Any place that you all decide we are needed is fine and I will be proud to be a part of that wing." She waits, still standing straight.

"I have a hat to hide under from Bitrans. It's the special hiding hat," O'wyn explains to Ae'lan, eyes alight a moment with amusement.

K'vay smiles faintly. "Nice, safe answer, Weyrling." He glances toward Niare, quirking an eyebrow in request for permission to speak further.

J'cin hmms a bit "Well, I suppose that's fairly to the point. But you didn't mention anything about teamwork, and depending on your wingmates - do you think that you can survive all on your own, then?" He waves a hand at Kayjay and A'den. "No matter how big your dragon is, there's not much survival rate if you don't trust your wingmates."

Kayjay darts J'cin a look, purses her lips then continues separating the nuts from the rest of the sweet roll.

Ae'lan shakes his head. "No, sir. Riath and I can't do better on his own. We need to be on a team, in a wing."

R'din rolls his eyes at J'cin's question.

Niare smiles wryly, then nods permission to K'vay, keeping silent to hear what her wingrider has to say. A nod to K'laarn to acknowledge the information.

A'den raises one eyebrow and smiles lopsidely at the two weyrlings. From his height and with his face, the expression looks more fierce than reassuring, so it's hard to tell exactly what he means by that.

T'hren carries the stereotypically filled plate and a mug of ale over to a table in the midst of the action, and thuds down to listen with interest. "Did anyone get beat in the head yet?" he wants to know, squinting at the various weyrlings.

"Teamwork's an extension of the whole not dying thing," O'wyn offers, with a hint of a half-smile. "And the working bit. Since, well, it takes practice." He pauses a moment. "Nope," he offers to T'hren. "But J'tin did break himself."

R'din pokes Kayjay, "Hey, can I have some of that sweetroll? No nuts. There's already enough nuts here." A smile.

R'din adds to T'hren, "And J'tin earned himself a month of latrine duty.

Kayjay shakes her head at R'din. "It's my sweet, nuts and all." She smirks. "Besides. It's shredded to bits, you wouldn't like it." She blinks at R'din. "A month? Shells, and people thought I was a cruel candidate coordinator."

T'kit continues his questioning of the blue rider. "Tell me, C'rin." He begins, "Can you describe the role of a wingrider?"

J'cin grins at O'wyn "I'm glad you said it that way - the weyrling seemed to think I did it to him." As if. He was just the catalyst. He smile approvingly at the two weyrlings he's been chatting with "So what do you two have to say about all this? I mean...given the opportunity, which wing do you think you would like to join? Feel part of a team with?"

K'vay can be blunt, when he's not in the act of seduction. "You seem to have a problem with authority, Weyrling Arethea, rider of green Talaith. Give me at least one really good reason to think you won't balk during Threadfall at following your wingleader's orders, and endanger us all."

R'din snorts at Kayjay, "That's what you get when you jump over tables instead of a bench. /And/ he called me sir... Three times. I won't tolerate that. And of course, I'd love your sweet shreds. Gimme a couple, at least?"

"Aren't you nuts already, R'din?" T'hren wonders mildly, already plowing into the food, then groans quietly. "J'tin -broke- himself? Lovely. Lives through fall, breaks self at dinner. Where did we go wrong?" he wonders of the ceiling. "A month?" he echoes, then shrugs. "Well, he'll learn, then."

Kayjay sniffs. "GO get sweet shred from your Analisa. These are mine." She takes a fingertip, wets it and picks up some flakes, lifting them to her mouth. "And I don't know. When weyrlings are told to call people sir and then they are punished for doing it, seems a bit harsh to me."

"Ah, sir. My apologies, but in all honesty it's not something I've been able to place a finger on. Goodness knows, I've thought about it, but I couldn't pick one wing over another at this point," O'wyn admits, ducking his head sheepishly. There's a hint of an amused look. "Well, I didn't actually -see- the breaking, but I seem to recall you weren't anywhere nearby at the time, sir." He pauses, and answers T'hren, "When you accepted the job of weyrlingmaster's assistant, T'hren-sir?"

Ae'lan shakes his head, holding up his hands. "As usual, I'm with O'wyn on this one - I don't have a preference, and I put myself in the Weyr's hands to determine where I would be best suited." He glances at O'wyn. "Based on tonight, which wing is the scariest?"

C'rin starts to respond but has a hard time thinking of a good responce. "Flame thread, not other riders or dragons, don't die while flaming thread and make sure no one else in the wing does either. Ma'am"

"-All- of them," O'wyn murmurs to Ae'lan, with a sheepish look.

R'din nods at T'hren, "Oh, I'm definitely nuts." he agrees, grinning. A glance at Kayjay, "They can call people sir to their desires, but not I. I've asked each weyrling not to do that at least a thousand times, and yet they persist. And his tone of voice was not one of respect. Sir-Sir-Sir." A wrinkle of his nose. "I disdain the word. And later tonight, I'll get my sweet shreds from Ana, indeed."

"Okay, that method won't work," Ae'lan says.

A'den snorts, but he doesn't seem to be looking at any one person in particular.

A hint of a smile touches Aitara's lips at that response, T'kit rolling his eyes before shaking his head. He seems used to this by now. The greenrider offers a bright smile as she nods. "That is a fair summary of what is expected during fall. What about aside from fall?"

Arethea levels a look at K'vay and returns his bluntness, but not with a disrespectful tone. "I do not have a problem with authority, Sir. We were not told that we vouldn't speak out minds tonight. I have never disobeyed orders and I do not intend to. I do not have to LIKE everything I'm told to do, I am still human, even though I impressed a dragon." She tilts her head, looking at him. "I have been trained and know that I will be learning more along the way. I guess it comes back to you in having to trust N'all's training us...and me, if I'm in your wing, Sir."

J'cin just laughs, and shakes his head "Whichever wing you are in, I'm sure you will do fine, despite your inability to eat bubblies in any great number. But as A'den says, that's a good thing for those of us who like them."

A little wistful sigh emits from Kayjay's lip but she shrugs at R'din. "Well, remind me to thank the first egg that you weren't my assistant Weyrlingmaster." She can't help but grin at J'cin as he reassures the other weyrling.

Strolling in while taking in the goings on with a fond smile, Moni really seems to be looking for two 'lings on a table doing hand to hand combat just like the night when she was one.

"That would be when, spot on," T'hren agrees with O'wyn wistfully, pointing at the other man, then touching his own nose, then lifts a brow at R'din. "Huh. To each his own. I'm personally pretty comfortable with folks remembering the rank difference," he admits with a shrug, then stuffs his mouth again to eye the conversation between Arethea and K'vay, but keeps his mouth firmly busy with food.
"Bubblies to all that want them," Ae'lan says solemnly.

R'din nods at Kayjay, "Be thankful. Very thankful." he agrees.

Niare, listening to the question, gives the bronzerider an appraising look, then turns to hear Arethea's response. "Thank you, weyrling. I'll keep that in mind," she says. "If you're assigned to Firedance."

O'wyn offers J'cin a sheepish look, and a nod. "Bubblies can definitely be saved for other people, exactly, check. Brilliant plan." He offers a quick grin towards T'hren. "Well, you've held up remarkably well despite the lack of sanity of weyrlings, for the record. But I still get to throw you in the lake if I survive to graduation, sir."

K'vay doesn't notice Niare's look, his attention on Arethea. Finally he chuckles. "I do trust N'all." His eyes start to sweep the other weyrlings.

Arethea nods at Niare and gives her a slight bow, before flashing another inscrutable look at K'vay.

C'rin. But it was T'kit that asked you the previous question. He is a he ;).

A'den shakes his head slightly, glancing around the weyrhall again. "It's like a runner auction," he mutters.

J'cin just nods again, and looks around "Well, I think I'm through here - A'den, anything you want to add? Feel free, if so." He also sends a smile Kayjay-word but leaves her to her conversation with R'din, his eyes instead searching out Aithne now that all the work is over.

Kayjay says sardonically. "Showing teeth and all. I'd never stoop to anything so low as to that." She smiles serenely, picking at the nuts on her plate again, then pushes the plate aside. "Well, I'm afraid I'm getting a headache from all this."

T'hren manages a seated bow at O'wyn, then grins at Ae'lan briefly. "Hey, does that count the weyrlingmasters? I'm all for free bubblies, if someone else is buying," he declares, then gives A'den a firm nod. "Anyone put them through agility trials?" he wonders, then flashes Kayjay a sympathetic glance.

R'din shrugs, "That was the Weyrleader's decision. Typical, actually." Then he nods, "Okay, then. Good to see you, Kayjay."

C'rin grins "Out of fall a rider should make ready for fall"

Arethea passes Kayjay as she moves towards the drinks. "You and me both!" she mutters.

O'wyn's brows arch, and his expression's hopeful. "We're off the hook then? We can flee into the night to thwack certain dragons who've been mocking us since the beginning?" He gives T'hren a moment's amused sort of look. "We had dancing, and J'tin was leaping over things. Does that count?"

"You are all free to quibble over the bubblies O'wyn and I nobly leave behind for those with a greater love for them, Assistant Weyrlingmaster," Ae'lan says to T'hren, bowing with a flourish.

"Oh yeah," Ozy agrees, offering an offhand flourish as well. "What Aeril said."

A'den shakes his head. "No, you're really much better at this than I am," he tells J'cin. "I wouldn't mind making you be the person who gets to do these things, really. I'll just.. stand around and grunt intelligently."

Kayjay pushes the plate towards R'din. "Enjoy, take them back to Analisa. Or maybe give half to share to J'cin so he can shre them too." She rubs at her temple. "At least we only go through this once a cycle.

Niare makes a note on the lists. "I think they've had enough. They look tired," she muses as she looks at the remaining weyrlings. "Thanks 'Vay."

K'vay inclines his head. "You're welcome, ma'am." There's a slight emphasis on the title, as he moves off to take the nearest empty seat.

R'din glances at the plate then shakes his head. "I'm not going to take those to her. J'cin can have your leftovers." And then he pushes the plate over to said bronzer.

J'cin just stands, laughing at A'den's comments "Obviously we both have our talents, hmm?" he murmurs, and shakes his head at R'din "No thanks..I'm not actually hungry." he says "Just tired. I think I'll head to bed and leave these weyrlings to everyone else's tender mercies."

"Aside from that." Aitara persists, eyes narrowing in thought. "What sorts of things do you like to do when you are off duty?" She asks, fingers playing with the hem of her flight jacket.

Kayjay rolls her eyes. "Fine. You wanted to pick at them but now you don't." She mutters as she gets to her feet. "I'll go chew on grass, less stressful than the weyrhall."

"I can still juggle with my feet if required?" O'wyn puts in, with a moment's impish grin. "That's at least -moderately- less surreal than having my teeth poked at." He rakes an absent hand through his hair, setting the fluff at odds. "Or being let alone's a plus too." There's a pause, and he has to peer after Kayjay. "Grass? Okay, I vote against being asked to do that."

Monaria moves around the room, watching and listening, finding herself in the middle of now where she still can't find any sparring 'lings, what a pity,

Ae'lan pokes a finger into his mouth, touching some teeth. "What constitutes good rider's teeth?" he asks, muffled.

"Bubbles. And beer," T'hren declares, snagging his mug and downing a draught. "Life is good," he declares, then wrinkles his nose, considering O'wyn, then leans down to snag a basket of rolls, and starts tossing them at the man. "Leave your boots on, though. No need ickying up good food with your feet," he offers amiably, then adds to Ae'lan, "Ones that are still in his mouth."

J'cin moves over to Aithne and leans down to murmur something to her, then smiles as he straightens and heads for the door, spotting Monaria "Come to look over the weyrlings?" he asks "Good..you can help A'den out." He waves back at the other Stormfall wingsecond, then heads in the direction Kayjay did - out.

A'den nods to J'cin. "I think I'm going to try and actually get some food," he decides. "Missed supper. See you tomorrow." He glances at Ae'lan, and shakes his head. "Really, I'd be more curious about the gums than the teeth."

Arethea sits down near Camryle with a sigh and sips at some juice. She asks the woman, "How are things in the infirmary these days?"

Aithne breaks out of her reverie to offer a smile at J'cin, murmering something back to him.

"I'm not really -sure-," O'wyn murmurs, with the hint of a shrug. "The Weyrleader said something about the care of one's teeth reflecting the care of one's dragon, but he was looking pretty entertained at the time, too. So this might have been a gullible Ozy moment." He glances, half startled, and catches the rolls, absently sending them into a circular pattern. "Ooh, hey, rolls I don't have to duck even."

Niare returns to collect her juice, which she never did finish off. Spotting
T'hren, she gives him a warm smile and moves over to sit down nearby. "Hey there."
"Teeth still in mouth, check," Ae'lan says, nodding. He peers at A'den. "Pink and healthy, then? The gums?"

K'vay reaches way over to snag a *sigh* bland meatroll, nibbling absently as he watches the continued grilling.

Arethea giggles at T'hren and warns--"do you know where those boots of his have been?"

T'hren glances up with a broad smile at Niare, brightening. "Hey yourself. Got any likelies that you're planning on kidnapping from me?" he wonders of her, then grins wickedly at O'wyn, and tosses another roll at him. "Nope, just don't let them drop. How many can you manage, anyhow?" he wonders, gesturing at the juggling.

O'wyn turns an electric quick grin to Arethea, expression amused. "I do know, and I'd not much want them on the bread either. Not to mention, well, I can't do the whole foot-juggling thing with boots on. I need my tosies, alas." He absently reaches out and catches the additional roll, working it into the pattern. "Rolls? Probably fewer than I could, before." There's an impish look. "But if I get too many, I can just throw them at someone else to juggle."

R'din hmms and picks up a roll with a single bite in it, tossing it over at O'wyn, "Hey, Oz, catch." he warns ahead of time, even though the bread is already in the air.

A'den nods to Ae'lan. "More or less," he agrees. "I mean, that's what I'd look for. I don't know what anyone else is." He peers around the thinning crowds.
Ae'lan nods to A'den. "So they do this every year? With the crazy? And the scary?"

Arethea adds "...and the bad and the ugly...(that's N'all and R'din)" she asides to Ae'lan.

"Ack, whoah," Ozy protests, though it's with a chuckle. He bobbles the roll R'din's thrown, but manages to get it into the now more complex pattern. There's a moments intense concentration, but he straightens once more, sending rolls whirling in an endless chase.

R'din grins and leans back to watch Ozy juggle the additional roll into the rest, "You're good, I have to admit." to the weyrling.

A'den smiles crookedly at Ae'lan. "Well, more often than that. For every graduating weyrling class... it's always rather crazy, although I don't think it's exactly scary, every time."

Ae'lan smiles quickly at Arethea. "Sssh. You're not graduated yet." He tries to nudge her gently with an elbow.

"Huh. Throw it back at R'din," T'hren suggests ever so helpfully. "I'm pretty sure I'd drop them or try to eat them," he explains brightly, snagging more from his plate rather than chucking more bread at O'wyn. "On the clock. It gets crazier. No one asked any weyrlings to duel nonstop. This is a lot more entertaining," he declares, then lifts his brows. "Oh, hey, can Ae'lan catch 'em?"

Niare tilts her head. "Well, some, anyway," she responds. "There're a few that everyone seems to want. So, I'll just have to see." She glances towards A'den, listening.

Ae'lan nods to A'den. "Really? But everyone only has to do it o---oh, I'm catching rolls now." Ae'lan turns, hands coming up, eyes alert.

"Let's find out?" O'wyn asks, expression amused. He chucks one of the rolls from the pattern, sending it sailing towards Ae'lan. This might not be too bad if he didn't continue by throwing the rest as well, one at a time in sharp succession.

K'vay laughs softly, highly entertained by the antics.

Monaria moves around tables and people chuckling now and again at the answers given by the 'lings and some of the questions asked by the riders.

Ae'lan's hand snaps out. He catches one! He catches two! The third gives him trouble! Four just makes him fumble, he's going down, down, down! Five bops him on the head. The rest is very sad.

C'rin shrugs "I like hunting, and swimming with Gienth. Honestly I couldn't tell you anymore, I havn't had much free time in the last few years."

A'den steps back out of the way, away from Ae'lan, and quirks a grin as he watches. "Oops."

O'wyn considers Ae'lan's predicament, with an attempt at a clinical expression that reverts instead to sheepish amusement. "Well, it was a good try, Aeril, I'd have to say. Sorry, I guess I should have thought about it."

Aitara slants a look to T'kit, the pair seeming able to communicate much with just a look. This time, it's the Wingsecond that continues the questioning. "Have you considered which wing you wish to join?"

R'din lets a couple of snickers slip out of him before grinning at Ae'lan. "Yes, good try."

"My spleeeen," Ae'lan mock-moans.

Arethea catches her balance as she is nudged by Ae'lan. "Oops! I know!" She giggles softly. "Guess the tension is making me slap-silly." she comments, rolling her eyes in a silent apology towards R'din.

"I'm still voting that I should be in your wing," T'hren informs Niare. "If I stand on my head or do something else weird, do I get tapped?" he offers, eyes wide, then a laugh slips out, followed by outright snickering as he applauds the not-quite catching. "Dinner and juggling violence! Splendid!"

That's it, O'swyn has to devolve into quiet laughter, dropping onto a seat as he does so. "Oh no, I'm a horror! I've destroyed poor Aeril's spleen. Woe." Pause. "Woe is so very me."

Ae'lan rights himself, collecting the rolls in one big bready pile in his arms and peering about. A couple of people on the kitchen staff glare at him with narrowed eyes. Ae'lan freezes in place.

Telinda pushes herself to her feet, chuckling, "I need to go tend to Aelin" she notes to K'laarn, "And Tiarnath's got a Vtol in her bonnet about something." THere's a nod to Aithne as she heads out, and a eyebrow raises to Ae'lan, "Don't make me ask more questions about it" she offers, not very helpfully, and then she's heading through the throngs of people.

A'den shakes his head, smiling a little, and goes to collect himself some food and drink. Turning around and peering at the remaining ranks of people, he finally spots Niare sitting by T'hren.

R'din just has to laugh at Ae'lan and his predicament, both with his spleen and kitchen staff. "Poor guy." Though he casts puzzlement at Arethea.

O'wyn considers a moment. "Or is it woe is I?" He murmurs to himself. "Okay, either way, I think I need to go keel over for some sleep, if nobody needs me to do anything else surreal or comical?"

Ae'lan scuttles into the kitchen with the rolls. Not very long later, he is cast out with two buckets: one empty save for a paring knife, and one half-full of tubers. He heads over toward T'hren and Niare, plunking down in a seat and setting the buckets down, whistling.

C'rin grins "I'm was hoping for Nightvail"

Aithne offers Telinda a quick smile, her attention back on the weyrlings.

T'hren continues to snicker as he downs another measure of ale. "Woe is we. I think you killed Ae'lan. He's not moving anymore. Shame on you," he informs O'wyn, then considers. "He's a very lively dead person," he adds thoughtfully, then casts a wave at A'den amiably.

K'vay briefly sends a worshipful look after Telinda and her measurements.

Niare smiles faintly at T'hren, "I'll take you without you having to stand on your head." Catching A'den's look in her direction, she rises from her seat. "I should get going," she says with a nod to Ae'lan as he comes over.

Aitara beams at C'rin, delight entering her expression. "See?" She comments to T'kit. "R'din!" She calls over. "This one is mine!" She declares.

"That's me, murdering my friends left right and center. Grr. Argh," O'wyn murmurs, his expression sheepish. "Night," he offers quietly, before slipping out.

Ae'lan nods to Niare. "Goodnight, Niare, O'wyn."

R'din wrinkles his nose at Aitara, "Not until I'm done torturing him!" he calls back at the Wingleader, "/Then/ you can have him. But only after Graduation." Some slight warning is there.

Monaria makes a face at the way K'vay watchers after the weyrwoman, then begins to move around listening and taking mental notes.

"Woohoo! N'all, I quit. I got a job offer from a better looking boss," T'hren informs the Weyrlingmaster that isn't there, then grins up at Niare, a flicker of concern appearing. "Sure thing, have a good night, Niare. Who are we torturing?" he wonders then of R'din.

K'vay quirks an eyebrow, glancing toward Niare with a touch of concern. "What they said. Good night and all that."

A'den starts to walk toward Niare, and stops when she gets up. "Er... goodnight?" he offers, looking startled.

R'din glances at T'hren, "Everyone." he answers, "It'll hurt me more than them." A slight smirk, though he quirks a brow at Niare's actions.

Arethea wanders through the crowd, plate in hand--finally hungry enough to eat. She winds up somewhere near R'din and plops down in a nearby chair. "So," she says quietly, "Tell me about these flames or two that I supposedly have."

R'din glances at Arethea, "That was a bunch of herdbeast crap to feed him." he replies, raising a brow at the weyrling.

Niare nods slightly, turning to face A'den. "Yeah, goodnight," she echoes. "See you later." With another glance around, she leaves the room, pausing to place her empty glass with the other dirty dishes.

Ae'lan peels his tubers, smiling a little and listening.

Aitara waggles her eyebrows at R'din, delight filling her expression. "He will be mine then!" She calls over before turning her gaze back to C'rin. "No wine yet?" She asks.

Arethea grins back at R'din. "Yeah, I know!" she shoots back at him. "Flames!" She says, rolling her eyes at the cieling.

K'vay sits back, watching the back-and-forth. He shoots R'din a sympathetic look.
"Not yet" C'rin offers

R'din wrinkles his nose and calls out to C'rin, "Time to retire, C'rin! No wine. No Aitara." Then he turns back to Arethea, grinning. "I don't like the man. Anyway, did you have fun tonight?"

A'den stares after Niare as she leaves, with his plate in one hand and his mug in the other, looking rather confused. He finally sits down, setting down his dishes and slowly folding himself up into a seat.

Monaria stops to watch R'dins torturing of a 'ling or three. A smile lights up her face as she watches.

T'hren finishes his pile of food finally, then leans back for a moment, clearly content. "Good gets better," he decides, then hauls to his feet to clear his dishes away, nodding in passing at R'din. "Oh, good. Torture is always so cheerful. I'll have to make up a list of torturous ideas for camping," he decides. "But not tonight. Night, folks. Sleep calls," he explains, and heads for the door.

Arethea mock moans at R'din's question and answers, "Oh, yeeeeeees, it was about as fun as Threadfall." She smiles sweetly.

"Mental scarring," Ae'lan puts in. "Very serious stuff."

R'din nods, "Good, as long as you had fun." he replies, "And it certainly sounded like you had fun last Fall." Then he nods at T'hren, "Good night. I'll have a few ideas to add to that list."

Aitara bats her eyes at R'din, T'kit looking rather amused as he moves his gaze back to his hide, making a few notes. The greenrider offers C'rin a grin. "Expect to work hard." She advises him solemnly, "So have your fun now." She offers him a bow as she slips away to confer quietly with her second.

Arethea just stares at R'din. "Fun? It was--er--stressful. I can't figure out how we can aviod coming out in a Thread tendril that escaped the higher levels and how do you correct a bad angle when tossing firestone sacks other than to go *between*?"

C'rin nods at R'din "Yes Sir." and leaves for the barracks.

Ae'lan snorts once, quietly, with amusement.

R'din promptly forgets Arethea's barrage of questions at C'rin's mere saying, "I'll get him... No, kill him. Yeah. That's better. Must wear gloves while doing it." Then he turns back to Arethea.

A'den peers at his supper for awhile, and then finally gets back to his feet and leaves it there, heading out of the weyrhall without a word.

Arethea watches open-mouthed as C'rin leaves. She grins. "Will I have plenty of company on latrine duty or what?"

K'vay just... blinks. It's hard not to overhear.

R'din shakes his head at Arethea, "No, you'll just have J'tin. C'rin..." He glances after where he last left, "gets to perform 150 different excercises."

Ae'lan finishes up his tuber peeling, picking up his buckets and knife and heading back to the kitchen. He's out fairly quickly with a small sweetroll and ruffled hair. He waves as he lopes toward the exit.

Arethea stands, stretching and murmurs, "Well, R'din, if you're not going to answer my question, maybe I'll save it for N'all. Later. It's late." She puts her plate in the dish bin, then heads out the door.

R'din waves after Ae'lan when he leaves, nodding after Arethea, not saying anything else.

Monaria nods as yet anothe 'ling departs, still not saying a word.

K'vay gazes after Arethea for a few moments, before turning his gaze back upon R'din. "Have mercy on me. Explain that girl."

R'din raises a brow at K'vay. "Arethea? The one with two sevendays of latrine duty? She's... independent, I guess." A shrug. "And if that's not enough, why don't you get her to explain herself? I thought you were Mister Charming. Not that I'd allow you to hit on a weyrling..."

Monaria coughs "Hey now R"din, I happen to like that girl. she's a good worker and a hard worker too." or so she thinks.

K'vay snorts, pushing to his feet. "Even N'all could tell you I've never tried to seduce a weyrling, R'din. I wouldn't touch your charges with a ten-dragonlength pole." With a short bow, he stalks out.

R'din watches K'vay stalk out, "Well, it seems he's also Mister Sensitive." Then he glances over at Monaria. "She can be a good and hard worker when she wants or needs to be. But showboating or not following directions..." A shake of his head, silent.

Aithne finishes making some notes on her hide, slowly stretching as she rises and makes her way out.

Monaria sighs, nodding to R'din she to slips out side.

R'din returns the nod, following her out.