You go to the Living Caverns.

Khory knows it's cold, but he's learnt that it's not always the best thing to /tell/ people that you've realized the obvious.. Especially when those people are quite.. ah... um.. well, not in the best of moods. So, instead, he tries a different tactic. "Aye.. Cold.." Oh, wait.. Nevermind... So much for not stating the obvious..

Kinecha makes her way through the cavern, weaving her way through tables and chairs toward the hearth. Shrugging her jacket off, she gives it a shake before draping it over the back of a chair in passing, the continues her trek to the hearth to pour klah. Picking up the word 'cold', she glances over her shoulder, seeing the messenger and Reiko. Walking over to join them she mumbles, "it's not cold...."

Reiko is rarely in what anyone would call 'the best of moods'; in fact, she's barely civil before she's well into her second pitcher of klah. So when Kinecha appears and outright contradicts her, her scowl deepens. "Is." Her intonation is even colder than the air as she glares at the guard. She tops off her mug and settles deeper in her chair, turning a vicious gaze at the poor defenseless klah pitcher, the better to avoid the eyes around her.

Grover chirples a hello to all in the cavern.. ever the gregarious host.

Erzulie eyes the chirping firelizard. /Male/ firelizard, then goes about her business of curling up in front of the hearth, basking in the warmth.

The messenger wisely decides to stay out of this strange argument, and so, lifing his chin, he searches out the happy warbles from the flits up high. From his shoulder come welcoming replies, both from Lascia and Nut, as they crane their necks upwards to be better heard. It's this greetings between firelizards that makes Khory finally smile. "Well, it's still a nice day outside,..." he adds in. "Whether it be cold or not." The sun's shining, and there's no thread fall, which is good enough for him.

Kinecha's eyes narrow as she watches Reiko over the rim of her mug, motion to drink freezed by the woman's glare. "Well, I don't know how you'd know.... You never come out of the caverns," she mutters, regaining her movement to take a long sip before setting the mug down on the table, in one smooth, slow motion.

Bambi blinks in from ::between::! Bambi heads straight for the wherry platter and grabs more then his fair share of food.. he's feeding babies, after all... Bambi suddenly disappears ::between::!

Reiko sets her mug down with a thunk and a splash. "For your information," she snaps, "I was outside just this morning." And, oddly enough, quite a bit in the days preceding. Before it got so sharding cold. She handily kills the second mug and refills it, but it's the 'conversation' that's waking her up far more than the klah. Emerald gaze turns to Khory with an appraising look. "Nice days are warm," she informs him, her tone evening out a bit, less snappish and more resigned.

Khory shrugs again. "Some of them are.." But he's learnt that you have to do with what you've got, especially around 'Reaches. "And some are chilly, but sunny..." Flits upon his shoulder agree with him, though they tend to stay either inside, or hidden within the recesses of their human pet's rucksack.

"Oh, really?!" Shaking her head, Kinecha leans back in her chair, an eyebrow coming up slightly as she watches Reiko, forgetting that the messenger was here as well. "If ya like warm days so much... Why don'tcha just move south?!" the guard says, almost spitting out the last question.

Reiko's eyes narrow as she regards Kinecha. "If I'm such lousy company," she says, her voice dangerously soft, "why don't you find another table?" Wide awake now, she turns to look at Khory. "Messenger, no?" Outdoors more than in. No wonder he'll take what he can get. From the rafters, a plaintive creel sounds, and an odd-looking bronze hatchling spirals down to perch on Reiko's head. With an eyeroll and a scowl, she pushes her chair back with a clatter of wood on stone and stalks over to the table for a meatroll. Or something.

That messenger in mention just shakes his head. "Well, ah.. if you'll excuse me.." Pushing his chair away from the table, Khory decides that now would be as good a time as any to of and find some.. ah.. work.. to do. With a smile to both guard and healer, the blond man starts to back away.

Kinecha manages to notice the messenger start to leave and gives him a look, "nice to see you again, Khory," she says, her voice warming up as she speaks to the man, even giving him a slight smile, before her attention is drawn to Reiko once more, eyes narrowing as she watches the woman.

Khory nods back at the guard. "You to Kinecha.." Then a nod is tossed to Reiko. "Farewell.." And he means it too, to both of them. In other words, his words hold a double meaning.. 'Be good...' With quick steps, the blond man departs the caverns. Khory exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Reiko doesn't notice that Khory has stood, nor does she hear Kinecha's words, being wholly occupied with stuffing meat into the maw of that strange little hatchling. Once he's finished the first, she picks up a second meatroll and returns to her seat, stopping in her tracks as she notices Kinecha's stare. With a smirk she redirects her steps and sits at a different table, abandoning klah as well as company.

Kinecha shrugs, turning her gaze away from Reiko, not even interested in knowing where she'd gotten that hatchling from. Well, interested, but in no mood to actually /ask/. Getting up herself, she collects a plateful of wherry, then sits on the chair she'd draped her jacket over, across the cavern from where Reiko was, proceeding with the ritual feeding of the brown firelizard in her arms.

Reiko shifts a bit so her back is toward Kinecha, studiously ignoring the guard as she feeds the bronze. Much more trouble than her first 'lizard, he is, randomly shifting between maniacal shrieking and placid affection. A muttered curse escapes her as her fingers are nipped, resulting in concerned crooning from the very same creature that caused the pain. Go figure.

Kinecha turns her attention to sharing the wherry between herself and the lizard, only occationally looking up, not at Reiko, but toward the various entrances and the various lizard strewn throughout the cavern, spotting her own Erzulie near the hearth.

Reiko may be ignoring Kinecha, but her firelizard certainly isn't following his 'pet's example. No, not the one in her arms. The one in the rafters, eyeing the dozing Erzulie as if he's never seen her before. An odd chirring sound wafts down from the perches on the ceiling, and Reiko's eyes lift, narrowing slightly as she spots the preening Banzai.

Erzulie notices the strange chirring too, lifting her eyes toward the sound, her eyes starting to whirl. Did that brown know something she didn't?

Humanpet Kinecha's eyes are locked on the green now, though her ears pick up the sound from another lizard somewhere in the rafters. A piece of wherry is slowly lifted from the plate, into her own mouth, while the hatchling in her lap warples in complaint.

Reiko whips her head around to stare at Kinecha, staring at Erzulie. Then her gaze turns to Erzulie as well. Is it her imagination, or is that 'lizard looking a little... smug? The crooning from the rafters deepens, along with Reiko's scowl, but an imperious head-butt from the bronze on her lap distracts her attention and she resumes feeding.

Erzulie gets to her feet, looking up at the various males in the rafters, then promptly launches herself in the air, disappearing between as soon as she gains enough height.

Erzulie folds her wings before disappearing ::between::! :::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest...

Erzulie gives of flashes of green as she blinks in from ::between::!

Kinecha gapes as Zulie suddenly dissapears, tossing a glance toward Reiko, then up at the rafters wondering where (and why) exactly the green lizard had gone. "Wha's she doing," she mumbles, looking more or less confused. It wasn't like Zulie to do such a thing.

Grover suddenly disappears ::between::!

Emeril blinks in from ::between::!

Banzai steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Erzulie warbles challenges to the males as she snakes her head around looking at them. Hoppling around on the ground, she attempts to use her talons to scratch her itching hide. What was going on, anyway?!

Erzulie notices Emeril looking at her.

Banzai wings out of the caverns, turning on a wingtip to circle the now distinctly glowy green on the ground. See, he knew. Mrrrr...

Emeril clumsily pops in from between, climbing on akward wings through the air to the top of a nice comfy rock. He eyes the itchy emerald rose then offers her a sympathetic croon. Ictchy skin can be pretty annoying sometimes, that's for sure. He opens up his wings and gives them a flutter, hopping up onto the tips of his talons. His floppy tongue hangs slightly out of the side of his mouth unconciously, dripping a bit of flit-spit every few seconds.

Erzulie tobbles over, landing flat on her face, puffs of angry white clouds coming from her nostrils as she rights herself, suddenly noticing the males noticing her. Whaa-aat? This will not do, and she takes to wing, trying to escape them all. Go away!

Emeril sniffs slightly at the Princess then hops into the air. What what? With another hop he launches into the air, nearly forgetting to open up his large wingsails and diving slightly before regaining his senses and his altitude. With a couple lazy flaps he soars over to the emarald flower also known as Erzulie. He /always/ falls on /his/ face...it's nothing embarrassing...no worries.

Banzai shrieks and vaults into the air, spiraling upward with lazy wingstrokes. The better to conserve his strength, after all. Whirling eye remains fixed on the shiny, pretty Erzulie. How has he never noticed her before? Mmmm.

Erzulie has no intention to conserve energy. She just needs to get /away/ from these pestering males, and fast. Wings fluttering fast, she gains altitude in no time, going further and further into the snowfall. Well, at least the snowflakes soothed the itching hide a little..

Emeril gives a flizzen pout-chirp. What's wrong with Emeril? Anyone's welcome in Emeril's soup of lurve. He's not that /pestering/ like some of those testosterone stuffed bronzews he's met up with. He flaps his large wings, his head a-bobbing along with them as he follows the jaden jewel through the mistly white, making her glow like a a freshly polished emerald. He sneezes as a snowflake gets into his nostril, shaking his head as he returns to his attempt to catch Erzulie-Lapiz-Lazuli.

Banzai continues his lazy upward spiral, heedless of the snowflakes melting against his warm hide, keeping his goal in sight. Strong wings stroke the chill winter air, drawing him closer... closer...

Erzulie looks back at those determined males, unwilling to give up the chase, then folds her wings along her back, dating - /fast/ toward the ground. Sure, that'd get rid of those slow browns, wouldn't it?

Banzai pivots idly in the air, keeping the green in sight as she abruptly dives. Clever little vixen.. but he doesn't follow, keeping his hard-earned altitude and biding his time. She'll be back. And he'll be ready. Mrrrr.

Emeril croons to Erzulie. He's not slow. Just slightly clumsy. His own wings are folded back to follow in more of a fall than a dive. This isn't flying...It's falling with style. Er...Waiit... The little crumblets of white hit is face in his descent, causing him to blink rapidly and flutter his wings a couple times, which slows him down slightly, as he glances towards the other arrogant brown. Erzulie extends her wings just before hitting the ground, gliding along the white landscape. Fast, beautifully and with an easy, coming from her young age and not experience. Beating her wings again, she lifts her glowing body from her low flight, darting into the white flurry again, losing sight of her persuers.

Banzai keeps his lofty altitude, his keen vision picking out the glowing green hide amid the flurries and fog. Coming his way... and hasn't spotted him. Purrrrrfect. With a flip of his wings, he alters his course to intercept.

Beautiful, is right. Lucky for Emeril, he slowed himself down enough to be at a perfect altitude, trailing right behind the emerald rose once again. A whirlwing of snow encloses him as he flutters after her, making him almost invisible. Heeelp mee! Heelp me! He emerges from the snow-tornado and sniffs at Banzia. What a prick, he thinks, also flapping his wings a couple times after being thrown next to the Princess by a gust of wind.

Erzulie pivots on a wingtip, making an almost ninety degree turn, which would certainly make those two overshoot their chase. Looking back, with whirling eyes this green emerald starts to look somewhat appraisingly at them both. Maayybe?

Banzai backwings hard as Erzulie doubles back, tumbling head over tail in midair as she shoots past him. His calm demeanor shattered, he lets out a piercing shriek of frustration and sets off after her once again. The other brown is simply /ignored/.

Emeril lurps towards Erzulie from about a hands length away from her side. O jaden flower, would you do me the honor of letting me catch you? He barrel rolls a turn around as he follows the princess' pivot. Azul eyes glint blue, flecks of white in them making out to be melting snowflakes. As his wings flap and tilt his head turns side to side, watching Erzulie-flower as if he is singing some tune and keeping the beat with the nods on his head. A mental grin is performed as he sees Banzai /not/ be perfect. How pleasant. Noflit's perfect.

Erzulie decides that it must be about time. Being her first time *ahem* taking to the skies, she won't let it drag out any longer, and thus wings hard into the air. C'mon boys. Catch me if you can, there's a long way to the ground now, nothing but snowflakes between here and there.

Sarah appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.

Ceridwin steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Emeril lurps again towards the jaden jewel as blinding white flutters in front of him. A final flap or two is offered towards Erzulie-flower. He /will/ outfly, outflap, and outlast the other flits. A determined croon o' lurve is sung out towards the emerald princess. I shall accept your choice of whoever you deem worthy, o' great green one. As long as that one deemed worthy is himself. Banzai beats his wings in strong strokes, struggling to regain his lost position and watching his prize slip away. Finally, /finally/ he's near enough to almost taste her. Flick, flap, he's nearly on her. Reaching... c'mon, baby, you know you want me... mrrrr....

Nim blinks in from ::between::!

Ceridwin nods a greeting to those she knows and a quick smile to the rest. Erzulie slows her fast ascents neatly avoiding one brown to allow the other to catch her in a loving embrace. Spiralling toward the ground Zulie allows for Emeril to have his prize for just a fraction of time, before backwinging in time for her to /not/ hit the ground.