Niyanne is here.

Shaela walks in from the Central Bowl.

Niyanne is settled into a chair; hand clutched 'round a glass of juice. Head rises slightly, nodding hello towards Thesy and Shaela. "Heyla.."

Thesy strolls in from outside, giving the others a warm smile, "G'afternoon!" Quickly a mug of refreshing cider is taken from a passing drudge's tray, then she walks over to the table where Niyanne's sitting, "Mind if I join?"

You release Nocturno, who launches into the air.

Shoulders are shrugged, and hand waves towards a seat. "Settle where ever." Niyanne raises glass to sip, settling it upon talk one more.

Conlan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Ophelia strides in from the Central Bowl.

Cake. Where is it? Conlan's looking for it. But then again, when has his life not revolved around food? Only a stone cake here, but it's better than no cake at all. "Would anyone like stone cake?" Why not share it? It's the only wealth he knows.

Thesy takes a seat on the bench, giving a little sigh of relief, "Ahhh, that's much better. Have been on my feet since the early morning." She winks at the girl, "Minda can be quite a pain, believe me!" she chuckles and adds, "Well, yesterday was quite exciting, wasn't it?" Turning round she waves at Conlan and Ophelia, "Hello!"

Ophelia walks in a bit distractedly; with one motion she shrugs off her jacket and without looking throws it at the wall-pegs (she missed), before making a bee-line for the Inferno table and slithering into a seat, her head on her arms on the tabletop. Without looking up, Oph muffles, "Hi. No cake."

Shaela down-up-up's waltz-style in from the outside, conscientiously practicing the footwork she learned at her most recent dance class. A spin, completed with finesse ends her dance, and she moves on to find a seat near Niyanne. "Halloo!" she says cheerily, flopping down onto the bench. "Pass the rolls, please?"

Stone cake. "No, thank you, Conlan." Niyanne wrinkles her nose at offer; selecting her glass instead. "Heyla.." Just greet the new entries into the room; there you go.

Glancing sideways at the greenrider, Thesy wonders, if the greenrider's all right. Certainly doesn't look like, hm? At Conlan's words she frowns, "Ummm ... stone cakes?"

Conlan nods in Ophelia's direction. No cake. Jury still out on Shaela, no cake for Niyanne, so he feels happy to cut a large piece of the dense, moist cake and cover it with citrus glaze before heading to the cider station. "Yeah; it's made with a stone weight of flour," he explains. "Nyara makes the best. Want some?"

There's a rustle at the weyrsecond's shirt-collar and a green firelizard crawls into the open, down Ophelia's arm, and onto the table, talons clicking. Shaking out her wings, she scents the air from Conlan hopefully -- she wants some!

Shaela has never tried stone cakes before -- they don't sound very appetizing -- but all that is beside the point. "Pass the rolls, please," she repeats, trying to catch Niya's eye with a bit of a wave.

Thesy grins, "Well, something coming from Nyara can't be a bad thing. Yes, a small slice, please." and leans back, glancing expectantly at Conlan.

Nocturno chirps, whirling eyes turning slightly to the red of hunger ... as always when food is mentioned.

Niyanne is being asked? Oh. Well. Plate is handed over towards Shaela; surreptiously snaking fingers over to palm her own roll as it passes. "There, you got it?" Bread is shorn in two; jam spread on halves via knife settled into a jar.

Conlan expertly cuts her a slice, puts the glaze on the side, and heads to the table with both arms laden, leaving him only a finger to flick away the green lizard. "You won't regret it. If Nyara, shards, if she moved to Bitra, I'd think about following, just because she's such a great cook." He smiles. It is good to be innocent. And he sits down.

Gradually, Ophelia tries to lift her head up. Her cheek only sticks a /little/ to the puddle of whatever that she set it down in, and she opens her eyes as Gwen indignantly chitters at the Flick of Conlan. "Mmmbl."

With a quick fluid motion Thesy gets to her feed, relieving Conlan of some of his burden ... after all she wants her cake in one piece ... and puts them on the table, sitting down again.

Gwen paces the length of the table, expertly circumventing stains and prostrate riders, wings mantled and tail lashing. No cake? No /cake/. Where's the justice? Where's the sympathy? Where' her /food/?

"Yeah," Shae replies, tugging the plate closer. "Thanks!" she adds with a bit more cheer, remembering her manners as she takes a roll from the plate. "D'you mind passing the jam, too?" she inquires next, pointing to the jar.

Conlan sets his plate down and eyes the firelizard blandly. "You're a carnivore, you know," he says. "Meat only; anything else will mess up your little tummy." Whether or not she understands him, his voice is patronizing enough to send a host of preschool teachers into diabetic comas.

Ophelia picks crumbs off her face with the careful, pained consideration of one with a hangover. Squinting at Thesy, she asks muzzily: "Oh. You. Did you get that egg I left you, then?" As Gwen passes by, she absently smacks her hand on the tail, pinning.

Fine, fine.. Jar is passed 'long way of bread; knife tucked inside in order to save it from falling out. Niyanne begins eating her own 'meal' -- If one can call a single roll a meal -- listening vaguely to other conversations.

Gwen complains at Conlan, then protests /loudly/ as Ophelia restricts her movements. The rider's expression becomes a mask of pain, and dipping her nose to the little beast she manages a "Shhhh."

In a whirl of fluttering insecure wings Nocturno nosedives right down on the table, landing just a few inches beside Thesy's plate, making the girl wince heavily. When she gets a hold of the little blue, firmly tugging him under her arm, she turns to Ophelia, grinning lopsidedly, "Oh yes, I did! And that's the result", and points to the wriggling firelizard. "However, thank you very much. Usually he's a darling." she adds, grin turning into a faint smile.

Kate, of course, engages in her favorite activity: hissing at simply everything that /moves/ down below in the nasty cavern filled with nasty people who never leave enough crumbs.

"A darling. Funny. Could have sworn that I gave you one of Knuddel's eggs." Ophelia runs a hand through already-mussed hair. "I guess that kind of thing doesn't always breed true. ..oh, and did you get the whatsit?"

"Ummm ... the whatsit?" Thesy frowns, not quite getting the means of the word and gives Ophelia a puzzled glance. "Sorry ..."

"You know, the.. um.." Oph snaps the fingers of her free hand into the air as if the conjure the words, then quickly uses said fingers to clamp Gwen's muzzle shut as she gets /very/ strident. "The thingie. You don't have the thingie?"

Nocturno struggles heavily, feeling /very/ uncomfortable where he is ... and he's hungry and wants food and wants it NOW!

Gwen squirms left. Gwen squirms right. Stand up, sit down, fight-fight-fight-- and Oph will /still/ not let her mouth go. She silently seethes, wings quivering.

Conlan runs one thick finger down a recent scratch that another one of Knuddel's little "darlings" left on his arm. And he pauses for a second to be thankful that nothing is hatching on his cake. "It's better when you dribble the glaze over the cake," he instructs.

"Thanks," Shaela repeats again, drawing the jam jar closer. "Fieldberry, right?" she asks Niyanne yet another question, hesitantly taking the knife, but refraining from laying the sweet spread on her halved roll just yet.

Ophelia rubs across her eyes with the forearm of the hand that formerly held the tail-- she has Gwen's mouth now, so she has the beast where it matters. "Who's dribbling? Where? Conlan, you nasty boy."

Thesy frowns even more, "Thingies? I'm really sorry ...." her voice trails off and she feels a bit lost not getting at what the riders hinting, "Mind getting a bit more clear?" and at the same time she tries not to lose hold of the now furiously turning Nocturno.

Dah de dah.. Niyanne fiddles with remains; laying crumbs atop each other -- With a touch of jam holding them together. Maybe she's bored. "I'm not sure. It's some sort of berry.. A pretty color it is, too."

Conlan is offended. "I was explaining how to dribble the /glaze/," he says, in that bland, vaguely sarcastic tone of voice he has, "onto the /cake/."

Shaela nods, swirling the knife in the jar contemplatively. Should she take the risk? Eh, why not. Jam is spread on the warm, fresh-baked loaf, and Shaela makes yet another remark. "Kind of purply," she notes. "You're a weaver, right? Well, before.."

Ophelia just closed her eyes. Only for a second. "Who? What? CHeese?"

Conlan sighs the sigh of the long-suffering. "No, no; /glaze/."

"Yes.." Niyanne quirks eyebrow at question; flattening the Leaning Tower of Crumbs after single moment. "Why'd you ask?" Last shreds of crust disappear down weaver's throat; attention turning now to playing with glass of juice.

Ophelia tries to point at Thesy with the hand holding Gwen. "/Thingie./"

Thesy looks down at herself, searching for whatever Ophelia is talking about. She certainly has no idea what these ominous thingies are. Not being able to find anything out of the ordinary, she turns to Conlan, muttering in a low voice, "Errr ... do /you/ have any idea what she wants to know?"

Ophelia lifts Gwen until that wedged head is level with her own. "Thingie?" she asks. Bulged eyes whirl. Whirl-whirl-whirl. /WHIRL/.

Conlan shakes his head. He's clueless, but he might as well answer her question. "I don't know."

"Don't tell me I forgot to /give/ it to you. I couldn't have forgotten. How could I have forgotten? It's so.." Ophelia sets Gwen down, searches for the right words. "/Big/. And.. /great/. And thingie!"

"No reason," Shaela answers, smiling suspiciously to herself. Okay, so she lies sometimes. Don't we all? "Did you like it?" comes the next question as the weyrteen raises her bread to falsely rosed lips.

Totally puzzled now, Thesy releases Nocturno, who immediately starts to mumble on her piece of cake. In her confusion the girl not even takes notice of this, simply staring at Ophelia, "Well ... no, you haven't given me anything apart from the egg. And certainly nothing big." She smiles, faintly again, "Guess I would remember something big, hm?"

"Being a weaver? Yes." Answer's swift -- Why would Niyanne be a weaver if she didn't like it? Doesn't make /sense/. "You ever been a weaver?" Could be, could be not -- "Conlan, do you have any more of that cake?"

Ophelia holds her hands apart. "It's square. And /orange/. And it has a wherry on it. --didn't it get to you? I'm certain I packed it and left it with the egg."

Thesy blinks at Ophelia, shaking her head, "No ... I'm sure there was /only/ the egg. Nothing else." She ponders briefly, trying to remember, if she did oversee something, then gives another little shake of her head, "No, I'm sure there wasn't anything."

"Nothing with a wherry? Nothing with little sparkles on it? It didn't glow in the dark? No?" Ophelia looks truly confused now. "I don't suppose someone /stole/ it, do you?"

Shaela chews her roll thoughtfully, shaking her head. "Nope. But I sew!" she points to the embroidery on her sleeve as an example, and awaits Niyanne's comments with a hopeful grin.

Quite content about Thesy's distraction, Nocturno has almost finished the cake now .... yummy! more?

Niyanne eyes it carefully, shrugging after examination is done. "It's cute." Rather cute, actually. "You said you did it yourself? It's sorta good.." Niya is polite, isn't she? "Pass the rolls and jam, please?"

"No, I never even saw anything like this here", Thesy looks a little shocked, "But stolen? Do you actually assume someone would steal here?" An expression of incredulity crosses her face, "But who? I mean ..." her voice trails off.

Ophelia's expression darkens. She sidles a glance left, and then right, causing a nearby bluerider to hunch innocently over his stew. "There's no way of knowing. It could have been.. anyone."

Thesy gives a little shake of her head again, looking quite unhappy now, "I don't even want to think that someone would do something like this." She turns to Conlan, "Did you see anything like that in the Dorms? I mean, you were still there when I found the egg!"

Ophelia glowers at Conlan. "I knew it, I just knew it. Candidates, you can't trust a one of them." Niyanne gets The Eye too. Infernal white-knots, just a band of thieves!

Conlan shakes his head. "Nothing even remotely resembling such a thing." And he shows his plate to Niyanne-- all clean.

Niyanne is a /thief/? Huh. Not a thief. "What happened?" A meatroll is purloined from a nearby plate of them; top torn off to give access to the /good/ parts -- The middle. Crust tastes not so good as the innards do.

"I spent alot of time on that thing. Paints. Yarn. Special sparkles. Even some of my shells from Ista!" Ophelia's quite distraught, now. The thought of her gift being misplaced has gotten her into a Tizzy. The hangover probably isn't helping.

Thesy lifts a shoulder in a helpless motion, "But Ophelia! That must have happened before they became Candidates! And I would never ...." Her glance seems to want to apologize for the greenrider's remark. "And also you can't really assume that one of them was responsible for this!"

Ophelia's eyes suddenly widen. "Of course. It wasn't them. It was you!" And now she points the finger of justice at Thesy.

Shaela passes the requested foodstuffs with a pride-betraying shrug. "Thanks," she responds to the compliment with feigned indifference. "What did you like best there?" again Shaela asks a question -- she's not nosy, she's just scouting out her options.

Conlan shakes his head. "But wasn't it for her to begin with?" Oh, now the boy is really confused.

Answer is a touch slower this time, but finally Niyanne has an answer: "I liked the dyeing part the best." Meatroll looses part of itself again, and another sentence is added to the first -- "I never dyed anything purple."

Ophelia nods firmly at Conlan. "Ah, but that's the /beauty/ of it --then no one would think anything of it when she took it!"

Thesy blinks, shrinking back, her eyes fixed on the rider in utter dismay, "Me? Why, by the first egg, would I steal something that was meant for me in the first place?" What's the matter with Ophelia, why's she accusing her?

"What about plum?" Shaela makes a quick inquiry in response to Niyanne's slow reply.

Conlan's beginning to understand now. "Oh, of course," he says. "But you know, I don't think Thesy'd steal anything. She's very sweet and innocent."

Catia wanders in - from outside, of course... baby held in the crook of one arm.

"Sweet, hah! Innocent, bah! It's all a coverup!" Ophelia squints hard at Thesy. "You should just own up. I can make Them go easy on you." Who's Them? "Otherwise I might have to get drastic."

A plum. "Sure, I guess." Plums are nice -- "Are they purple?" Head nods in what might be the direction of Catia; Niyanne continuing discussion with Shaela rather then voicing salutation. "Or reddish?"

"What's going on?" Catia asks, overhearing the words 'Thesy' and 'steal' in the same sentence, and heading in the direction of the particular greenrider who voiced them.

Leaving barely time to breath after asking her question, Shaela suddenly babbles off in a different direction. "Catia!" she calls to the greenrider, waving her over. "Did you bring -- ooh!" Taesha receives a coo and blown kiss. "Kinda both," Shae notes, turning her attention back to Niya for a jif.

Ophelia frames the accusation for Catia: "She took my thingie." and keeps her eyes on the perpetrator, on the culprit, on the guilty party. /Thesy/.

Adianna arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Conlan cocks his head, wondering what else Thesy might be covering up. Of course, he'd never doubt her. If not for her, he'd probably be in a liplock with E'ren right now. "Hi, Catia." When in doubt, change the subject completely.

Thesy pulls herself together, returning Ophelia's angry stare calmly, "I don't know what you are talking about. But no one, /no one/ has /ever/ accused me of stealing! Not back home and not here. And if I say that I haven't even seen that thingie of yours, whatever it was, you can trust my words." she says quietly. And with a feeling of relief she acknowledges Catia's arrival, giving her a pleading glance.

"It's fine; thank you for the offer." Niyanne begins stretching hand over to snatch proffered fruit, pausing at sight of Catia's burden -- "What's her name?" Gesture indicates babe as object of question; smile tweaking pale lips.

Catia frowns, jiggling the baby on her hip. "She stole your thingie, Oph? /Which/ thingie?" Catia's certainly not afraid of Ophelia, even if she was once her weyrlingmaster. A quiet nod is aimed at reassuring Thesy.

Ophelia folds her arms and looks indignant. "Well. /Well/. I think I've heard enough. You didn't think you could just take the thingie and /get away with it/, did you? Now there's a price that has to be paid."

"/The/ thingie," Oph supplies Catia. "Orange. Square. With the sparkles and the shells and the wherry on it."

Shaela gets ignored: okay. She can deal with that. She'll just eat her roll, and wait her turn. "Taesha," she mumbles amidst bites of dough.

Conlan shakes his head. He leans a little closer to Thesy and whispers, "Orange and sparkles, with a wherry on it? Tell her to check D'renn for trinkets; it sounds like he'd love it."

"Oh. /That/ thingie," Catia answers, facing up to the other greenrider with nary a qualm. Even if she has no idea what Oph is talking about. "Are you /sure/ it was Thesy? Why would she want it?"

"I have no idea what she's talking about, Catia. Honestly!", Thesy starts to get annoyed now, "First she asks me, if I /got/ the thingie she placed beside the egg she gave me and when I said no, she started talking about stealing. And now she comes up with that ridiculous idea that /I/ took it!" She gives the greenrider an
angry look, "That doesn't even make sense! Why would I steal something that was meant to be mine?" Crossing her arms in front of her, she leans back.

Catia isn't completely ignoring Shaela... is just, well, distracted.

"I /gave/ it to her." Oph eyes Catia as if she'd gone mad, cooees for a few moments at the baby with no apparent seque, then turns back to Thesy. "I've got just the thing, too."

Ophelia draws herself up to her full height, takes a deep breath--

"Taesha? That's.. pretty." Fruit is apprehended; Niyanne sinking teeth into flesh then chewing for a moment. "Nice plums, these are." Sweet, but vaguely acidic. Not that it matters. "Um.. Who's that rider, again?" Might've heard the name someplace, but.. Perhaps not.

"You gave it to her.... and she stole it. Right." How Ophelia got to be Weyrsecond is beyond Catia, but then with Lara the ditz as Junior Weyrwoman, anything's possible.

Adianna skulks in and pilfers a few sweet buns overhearing conversation hear and there, she steps up behind Thesy and then says quietly, "Was it a sparkly thing? If it was....one of the firelizards might have made off with it." she says in defence of Thesy.

"Thesy, I hereby formally request that you Stand for the clutch of queen Rhyath's. You can, of course, say no, but then that forces me to find an even /worse/ punishment." Oph pauses. "I'm sure I could eventually come up with one." Ophelia thinks. "Maybe."

Nocturno suddenly stops eating, eyes turning red and wings start to rustle angrily.

"Catia," Shaela speaks the name with a wrinkled nose. "She's dragonhealer." Among other titles. Including 'she who steals T'vim-types.' But Shae will be nice -- she's waiting her turn relatively peacefully, isn't she?? Bread is chewed with a little more vigour than required.

Conlan blinks. "Thesy, if you have it, give it back," he whispers urgently.

Ophelia scratches her head. "That is, I'm pretty sure I can find something even more awful. Let's see.. no, Nuff already has someone to clip her toenails.."

Thesy's face turns white at Ophelia's words, a hand flies to vher throat and her voice is barely a hoarse whisper, "Stand? For Rhyath's Clutch?" Her heart seems to want to jump right out of her ears and she can hardly believe what she just heard, "Me? A Candidate?"

Catia catches up to events. "Hey, Ophelia, you can't just ask my assistant to Stand without clearing it with me!"

Ophelia blinks at Catia vacantly. "Huh, eh? I can't? You sure it doesn't say it somewhere in the 'Rights Of A Weyrsecond's fine print? I'm sure it does.."

"Oh. Okay.." Eyebrow raises -- Niyanne's good at that -- again; then attention swerves over towards Thesy's exclamation. "What's going on with.. Her?" Thesy is indicated, question whispered carefully. Mutter questions to Shaela, perhaps to have them answered.

Adianna chews with mouth full almost choking, oh this was wonderful! She whispers low near Thesy's ear, "Say yes Thesy. It will be wonderful!"

"I think it's right above where I get to have a back massage everyday.." Ophelia chews her lip and considers.

"Catia, please!" Thesy grabs the healer's arm gently, her voice, her glance, her whole attitude pleading to her master, "Please, let me Stand! I promise I won't neglect any of my duties. And you know that is doesn't mean that I /will/ Impress. Please, Catia! Say yes!"

Catia pats Thesy on the shoulder with her free hand. "Well, being a Candidate is better than clipping Nuff's toenails..." Only Ophelia could think of something like that. Bouncing a burbling Taesha on her hip, she shrugs. "G'wan then Oph. She's all yours." Weyrsecond's prerogative and all that.

Shaela is no more knowledgeable than Niyanne in this case, but she takes a guess. "Probably something healerish, when you get Cat and her assistant together. Maybe Ophelia's sick," she decides. She hasn't exactly been paying attention. Eating and sulking are far more intriguing.

Thesy flings her arms around Catia, hugging her tightly, "Oh, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it! I promise!" And with shining eyes she turns to Ophelia, standing, "It will be a great honour for me to do as you wish!"

Ophelia just looks satisfied. "Good, good. This will more than repay me for the debt of the thingie. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll take you to the hovel." She takes a few steps then pauses, turns and explains, "The barracks, that is." Then she just goes..

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