Fort Weyr - Ground Entrance - SW Bowl
The dominant feature of the southern end of the bowl is the blue lake that fills the entire southern tip and the rockslide that tumbles down into its far side. It has been many, many, turns since the slide took place, but it still stands uncleared to this day. Occasionally, smaller pebbles tumble down to splash into the waters of the lake below, but the mass seems mostly stable. Sturdy fences mark the feeding pens that the dragons may choose their meals from, located against the west face. The beasthold here is minor, small cramped buildings, used mostly to maintain the herds which feed the dragons. The major beasthold is located out in the forests, just outside the Weyr. There's a sign which warns "that beasts in this location are fair game to the dragons" and that any domestic pleasure stock should be kept in the major beasthold location.
The other feature that does not go unnoticed in this bowl is the large cavernous archway. There seems to be cobble stone laid down near the archway, which causes a clatter when the wagons and trading caravans arrive. Indeed, it seems that there's a tunnel out of the bowl here, wide enough for two trader caverns to fit through and possibly a small blue dragon. To the opposite end, the great bowl stretches away far, leading to some very interesting locations.
Although it's winter in Fort with a layer of snow on the ground, the sun is shining today, providing a comfortable warmth to the day. The living caverns became a buzz of activity when a group of the kitchen staff left with mixing bowls and serving bowls, spoons and whisks. There was also some attention given the matter as a table was hauled out behind them. Chairs were not taken however, but a table was enough to create the ripple of interest to spread through the Weyr.
What had happened to the kitchen staff as that they set up the table and started to set things out on it. Bowls were spaced apart to give room for those who wanted to try creating their own iced cream, while other ingrediants such as dried fruit and peppermint were piled and available for 'flavouring.' Beside each bowl there's a bag of cane sugar, vanilla extract, and some milk.
It may be no surprise that the Roc wingleader is out in the bowl, having heard about the.. interesting foodstuffs. THat man and dessert; he'd probably travel halfway across Pern for a cookie recipe. Or perhaps the bluerider is just out for a walk on such a lovely day? In any case, he's standing off to the side, watching with mild curiosity, and likely offering to help set up a table or two. Avideth is off somewhere on a ledge, snoozing. B'ky might, perhaps, be a little more difficult to spot, as the man is no longer sporting those clashing crimson and indigo leathers. No, instead he's dressed in sleek black, nearly from head to toe. Why the outfit change? Well. At least he's got that long brown coat to cover the dark clothing, though it does little to make him look any less pale.
The Weyrwoman has decided to manage the snow and the weather, proclaiming it cold even when it's still considerably warm to those who enjoy the winter months. She's dressed in a white fabric jacket with fur lining the bottom hem and around the sleeves and collar. Of course she has her hood up as she crosses over toward the bluerider, having spotted him amongst those gathered. "Black today B'ky?" She questions with an appraising eye, smiling as she dances her feet a little here and there. Feet that are calf deep in matching white boots, with legs shoved in a tight pair of leggings. She considers the tables, "I hear they're making snow iced cream. They do it every time that it snows, at least once per season. It's really good.
B'ky straightens, almost unconsciously, as Kessa speaks to him, the wingleader inclining his head to her with a slight smile and a polite, "Weyrwoman," in greeting. A faintly self-conscious glance down toward his own clothing, "I, ah," the pause is almost hesitant, "..thought it might be time for a, ah, change." He clears his throat softly. Right. A change. And he's glancing around, certainly not meeting anyone's gaze. At least he doesn't look terribly overworked or tired at the moment. "Mm, snowed ice cream?" and grey eyes flicker over the tables and bowls with interest, as a smile touches his lips, "I would very much like to try some.." He tilts his head, commenting quietly, "I imagine it must be rather sweet," the ingredients given a thoughtful glance.
Odisyn wanders out into the bowl, a young man and his broken cellphone trailing him. Odisyn inspects the phone as he walks. "SHARDS man! What did you do to this poor thing?" The boy, a minecrafter apprentice blushes. "Um… I was washing Fortwesk with the journeyman and it fell out of my pocket and the watch wher stepped on it and… um…" He blushes. "Can you fix it?" Odisyn sighs. "Sure I can, come see me in one sevenday, Andy right?" "Aye, thats me. Thanks!" "But be ready to shell out four marks for the new casing!" Odisyn calls as the boy pelts away, leaving Odisyn to approach the reason he came outside in the first place. "Soooooo, what's the waiting time for iced cream?" He asks Kessa eagerly, licking his lips.
It seems that curiosity has also brought one very Southern girl out of the warm caverns and into the cold bowl. No pun intended. Ashri's gloved hands are tucked into her long khaki coat's pockets, her elbows swinging slightly as she tromps through the snow, her dainty feet hardly leaving a print behind. Her cinnamon curls are pulled back by some sort of clip, a knit cap of pale green covering her scalp and ears, whilst a matching scarf wraps around and covers her face, leaving only her hazel eyes visible over the shroud. Despite all her outward maturity it would seem that the CompCrafter has a bit of a sweet tooth to go with her youthful age. As she approaches the set up, she spies Odisyn, pulling a hand out of pocket to wave. "Hey," she calls, her voice muffled through the cloth. "So many choices," she notes, wide-eyed and perhaps slightly giddy as she pulls up beside the fellow nerd. "I don't think I know where to begin. Any recommendations?" She glances from tech to Weyrwoman expectantly.
Kessa tilts her head politely in return to the wingleader, not missing his reaction to her questioning but reserving any further lines of questions for the moment. Instead, she lets the conversation drift back toward the purpose of them all standing out there, "It is sweet," she remarks to B'ky, moving toward the table with a flick given to her jacket's belt. There's only a brief glance given to the computer crafter though at his words, a shrug raised to him for an answer, "Ask them-" she points to the kitchen workers.
One kitchen worker, a middle aged woman known around the Weyr to bake up goodies all the time, has already got a batch finished. She hoists it up. "It's simple to make! Grab a bowl of snow and start adding in some milk as you stir it. It should be a nice consistency, not too lumpy or runny and not too much snow either." She regards those attending, smirking a bit as she continues, "Keep adding milk until it turns creamy. Don't worry if you put too much in, because you can always add more snow until you get a smooth and thick consistency. Once you reach that point, stir in your two teaspoons of vanilla extract and a half cup to a full cup of sugar! That easy folks. Step up and try it yourself. There's candied fruit, peppermint, and other flavourings available."
Kessa turns to another voice, glancing at Jayashri with a point toward the bowl already made, "Just try a spoon full, you'll be hooked! Then have a go at making your own." Hey, at least it was fun. Better than having snow balls chucked at ya!
B'ky smiles, the mention of sweet things certainly having caught his interest. He also steps toward the table after Kessa, gaze flickering over the bowls and ingredients for a few moments. But at the instructions, he tilts his head, thin eyebrows drawing together slightly, the man saying quietly, "Mm, I was never terribly good at making things.." Nevertheless, he'll take a bowl and attempt to follow the instructions, asking Kessa, "Have you made this before?" He's probably hoping to watch her example. Rolling the sleeves of his coat up, the bluerider begins mixing snow and cream. At least he's wearing all black, so he doesn't have to worry about stains if he manages to spill anything.
Odisyn tries a spoonfull of peppermint and sighs in delight. "I love it!" He beams as he gets right to work, humming away as he mixes at the bowl of snow and milk and deliciousness. "Jayashri, you wouldn't happen to have any spare cellphone parts would you? I got a repair job today. Some poor minecraft apprentice's cellphone casing got smashed when the watch wher stepped on it." He chortles in amusement. "I've seen 'The canine broke my cellphone' or 'my dragon squished my cellphone' I've even seen 'My firelizard stole my cellphone because it was shiny and dropped it in the water!'" He giggles while he mixes. "But I've never heard 'the watchwher stepped on it!'"
Moydeo wanders into the bowl, from the tunnel that leads out,, he steps swift. "I didn't miss it, did I?" She asks somebody nearby, before she moves up to the tables, as the kitchener, who's got patience, tells her the instructions, and she starts working on her own bowl full.
Though nigh-invisible behind her scarf, Ashri grins broadly as she is invited to try the first batch. "I'd be glad to!" she bubbles, waltzing over to the table to try an aforementioned spoonful. She unwraps her face, revealing her freckled olive cheeks lifted high in an anticipate grin as hands rub together. Reaching for a spoon, she answers Odisyn. "A watchwher?" her voice rises incredulous. "That is a new one." She is a hair's breadth from loosing her composure and bursting into uncontrollable laughter at this ridiculous news. Tear creep from the corners of her eyes as she fights to keep herself from succumbing to a fit of the giggles. "N-no, I can't say that I've got a spare cell phone case." She digs her spoon into the same bowl as her fellow CompCrafter, intrigued by the idea of cool peppermint, slipping the mouthful past her lips and then melting with joy. "Oh, Faranth, that's good…"
Kessa regards Odisyn a little with a smirk, "The poor lad must've been at a Hold. Or he's lying through his teeth, cause we don't have a watch wher. There are wher handlers in the area though, just, they aren't used for 'watching' …" The traditional role for them creatures. Eventually she turns back to B'ky, nodding her head, "Yes. I tried it during my first winter here at Fort. I still say it makes the cold feel even worse, but we don't have snow during the summer months, so it's not like we can do this then." She grabs herself a bowl and starts to churn the snow with some added milk, splashing herself a bit with a given laugh. "This stuff is especially good for pregnant women." Mmm hrm, speaking of personal experience maybe, the woman continues to stir her her whisk against the bowl until it gets a nice smooth texture.
Odisyn nods and all but purrs as he stirs the perfect mixture of milk and snow, then adds small amounts of vanilla and peppermint and some small sprinkles of klahbark powder. "mmmmm, I missed this last turn when I was at the computercraft hall. Aaaaah, lovely lovely snowicecream."
B'ky is mixing. Or at least attempting to, although he pauses suddenly, grey eyes unfocused a moment. He raises a brow, as Avideth on one ofthe upper ledges stirs and swoops off to somewhere else. The wingleader sighs, shaking his head and then rather reluctantly setting the bowl down. Alas, no iced cream for him today; duty calls. He inclines his head politely to the cooks, with a faint smile, and then departs, having been called back as well.
Jayashri is quick to grab one of the serving bowls, dishing herself out two or three good scoops of snow before starting to add milk, stirring and tweaking as she goes. It's formula based, so the nerd is all over that. Little by little she perfects it, eventually getting that smooth, creamy consistency that was found in the sample. "Let's see, sugar and vanilla…" A scoop of sugar is added, along with a couple spoonfuls of the vanilla extract and blended like a pro. She sniffs. "Mmmm. I can see why. I bet Fort could make a killing importing this stuff down to Southern." She reaches for a handful of nuts — sliced almonds, from the look of it — and some dried fruit — cherries, perhaps? — tossing them into the bowl and stirring. "Hrm. Do you think it needs some peppermint?" she asks of Odisyn, sniffing at her blend before spying Moydeo and offering a wave. "Hey, Mo!"
Ice cream, oh, boy! Milo is so there. He shows up, bedecked in his ridiculously long scarf and other winter regalia, and rolling out a sort of cart contraption that's filled with two small barrels and several empty mugs. "Hot klah!" he calls out with a beaming grin. "Steaming hot klah! All I ask is that someone make the ice cream for me." He parks his cart-thing and takes off the top of the barrel, and steam rolls out of it in a dense cloud. "Who's gonna make me some icecream out of gratitude for the hot klah?" he asks, all teasing and cheeky grins.
Moydeo waves. "Hey Ashri!" She calls, and grabs her own bowl, and scoops some snow into it, before mixing in the milk, and sugar, before going to addvanilla as well, before going to add some other flavoring available, before she eats a bit. "Oooh, this is delicious." She says, and mmms in happiness.
It must be the wafting scents of ice cream that lead Elyciana to this particular get together. From somewhere in the direction of the Weyr proper she wanders in, her boots slip-sliding over the wet bits of snow every so often. As usual, she's dressed in a fleece lined thigh-length trench coat of sorts with scarf and gloves to keep the cold out and the warm in. Drifting past several people working intently on their ice cream, she manages to find herself an empty bowl and begins to scoop some snow into it at the proper place. "Hey runner girl," she quips in Moydeo's general direction and then pauses as she notes Ashri as well, "And Ashri." Both girls are given her customary greeting of a half-grin, though Moy is mostly given a smirk. She's just about to get to the milk and sugar bit when the scent of the hot klah reaches her nostrils and she arches a brow in Milo's direction, a slight grin returning to her face, "And would there be some sort of particular flavor you'd want, oh master of klah?" She idly pours some milk and sugar and vanilla into her bowl, her attention momentarily lapsing from watching Milo for the moment as she tries not to spill any ingredients.
Odisyn chuckles at Milodann. "Hmm, interesting trade. Something hot and spicy for something cold and sweet. That reminds me, I need to see if the headwoman has a few pairs of heavy socks I can borrow." He starts stirring in a few nuts and some crystalized fruits. "MMmm…" He takes a taste. "Needs just a little more…" he puts more vanilla into the mixture and continues stirring.
Mmmm. Klah. "Milo, you're a lifesaver," Ashri lilts in the artist's direction, still stirring and sampling her snowcream and adding little things here and there. It's turning into a regular rocky road. "Oh, hey, Ely. Guess you managed to get away from those goats long enough to join us, huh?" She smirks back. "You did wash your hands before you left the stables, riiiiight?" Nibble. Omnomnom. "Faranth, this makes the weather worth enduring." She adds a bit more powdered klah to the mix, stirring some more. "Almost there…" She glances sidelong at Milo. "You did bring some mugs to go with those barrels I hope?"
"Hey Elyciana." She greets the goat girl, working to get her uced cream, just a little better as well. This stuff was good though. Moydeo glances at Milo, and chuckles lightly. "Nice thinking." She agrees, with others, with a grin.
"Mo!" Milo calls out, and waves. "How you doing?" He grins at Ely and blows her a kiss, since she's way over there. "Heya, Ely. Any flavor will do," he says. "I'm not particular." He grabs a dipper and pours her some klah. "Hah! I like that title, though. Master of Klah!" He booms it out, and then cracks up. "Odi," Milo says, "That perfectly sums it up. We'll call you Master of Obvious." There is definite sarcasm in his voice, but he's teasing, obviously. "Thanks, Mo," he says. Milo brandishes mugs. "Yes, I do, Ashri, never fear!"
Elyciana merely rolls her eyes in Ashri's direction, letting out a derisive snort in the girl's direction, "Despite the fact goats are fairly clean, I know better than to wander to a social gathering without cleaning up first. Not everyone appreciates the scent of goats, I must say." Leaning over towards the girl, she lifts a brow and continues on in her usual sarcastic tone, "Get all that dirty book dust off your fingers before you started, then?" Perhaps to show it's all in good fun, she quirks one corner of her mouth up in a bit of a smirk before returning to her own mixture. "Anything I want then?" she ventures in Milo's direction, aiming a genuine smile in his direction. A rare sight out in public, but perhaps that blown kiss had some effect. "Well. Here's hoping I don't poiosn you. I don't know if ice cream making is among my skills to date." Her fingers run along the ingredients in front of her before alighting on a small bottle of fruit syrup that's fairly red in color. She sniffs at it experimentally and smirks a little before pouring some into the bowl and starting to stir vigorously. What was once white starts to turn distinctly pink - an odd choice for Ely. I nfact, the color has her starting to frown a little. Not what she was expecting. "Hopefully this is clean snow, yes? I don't want anything people've been packing or trampling trying to make sculptures." she directs this at everyone at large - including Moy and Odisyn.
Moydeo shrugs. "Well, unlike goats, runners can transport people, and things, sometimes pretty good sized things with a wagon." She says. "The way Odi puts it, he sounds more like he should be comparing goats to herd beasts." She chuckles, as she minches on her iced cream., waving to Milo. "Hey." She greets, before looking around.
"I'm going to want some of that in a second then, oh Master of Klah!" Ashri calls good-naturedly. Her cheeks, now rosy from exposure to cold, are lifted by her broad grin. Even Elyciana's digging won't bug her. Not that it ever really did. The boys were always much worse about it. A pinch of this, a dash of that and a stir here, and a twirl there, and pretty soon the CompCrafter is mixing like a Master. "Hey, this is fun," she beams before glancing sidelong at Elyciana. "Oh, I'm pretty sure they put out bowls just to catch this stuff. 'Sides, this area has been off limits for the last couple of days to make sure it was all nice, clean and white." Not that Jay's snow ice cream is particularly white. It's more a cinnamon swirl sort of color. "Oy, Odisyn, get some klah in ya! That'll fix that right up!" Heat expanding the blood vessels and all that.
Milo laughs good-naturedly at Ely. "Heh. I don't think any of the ingredients are deadly, Ely," Milo says. He brings Ely a mug of the klah and holds it for her in one hand, while the other holds his own mug. Odisyn gets a sympathetic look. "Ugh, those are never fun." He nods at Odisyn. "Goats milk is the best milk to feed a baby, if there's no woman to nurse it. I learned that from my mother." He smirks at Moydeo. "People can transport themselves, you know. That's what we have legs for. And boats. And… sleds!" He likes sleds. He waves his hand at the still-steaming barrel. "Help yourself, Ash," he tells her with a grin.
Elyciana takes the opportunity to actually move in to try to greet Milo with a proper kiss now that he's close enough. As she pulls back, her fingers close gratefully around the profferred mug of klah, the rim of it automatically going to her lips to inhale the warm steam rising from it. "Mmm," she begins, taking a long drink from the liquid, "Knowing my luck, I'd mix something together and it'd turn into something that'll make you sick." She lets out a slow sigh and she can't seem to help but aim another smirk at Moydeo, "See? Goats get their deserved top spot now." Atleast she seems pleased there are actually people agreeing with her own assumptions now. Now that her thirst is sated, she goes back to eyeing her pink ice cream concoction. "Horrid color," she complains, "Pink. The color of evil." Resting her klah down onto the table next to her bowl, she pours a bit more of the red syrup into the bowl and stirs more. A deeper shade of pink is created and she scowls even deeper. Then her common color sense seems to kick in, atleast. She may not be an artist, but she has the brains to reach for another bottle - this time of some sort of blueberry-ish syrup. Pouring a little bit of this into her mixture, she starts to stir it up again. A purple-pink mixture starts to form and her scowl lessens, "Well. That's not as offensive."
Odisyn snorts. "I hate pink, blues, and reds, and definately black are more my favorite colors. Okay, i've tried to ignore the klah, its just too tempting and my brainfreeze is just too much." He goes to pour himself a mug, and sits himself on a rock, klah in one hand, ice cream in the other. "Did you know that the ancients used to make cones to eat ice cream off of?"
Moydeo shrugs. "But runnerbeasts can get them places faster, then just walking." She says, and eats her iced cream.
"Indeed I shall!" Ashri announces around her mouthful of sweet, swallowing before she makes a mess of herself as she half romps over to the steaming cart and snags a mug, ladeling out some of that warm, tasty klah. "Too bad we don't have some of this iced. It would be good in the ice cream I bet." She sips at her mug, puffing as she wanders back over to the table so she has some place to set her mug between bites. "Oh, pink isn't so bad," the CompCrafter notes. "I'm rather fond of green myself." As if her green scarf and cap didn't give that away. "I'd heard about that, Odi," she nods in response to his statement regarding the cones. "I wonder if we could do something like that? It was some kind of thin, sweet bread, right? Similar to pancakes, but flatter?" His idea of finding a rock and plopping down strikes the Apprentice as a good one, and she follows suit, finding a shorter rock. "How would you keep it from leaking out the bottom though?" The arguement about whether goats or runners are better is just going to be left alone by the Southerner for now.
Milo does, indeed, kiss Ely back. "Hi, there," he says softly to her alone. Now that she's relieved one of his hands, he dips a finger into the ice cream and tastes it. "Mm," he says, grinning with pleasure at the taste. "Maybe a little bit more sugar, Ely. Like, one spoonful." Then he reaches into his pocket, takes out those jelly candies, and sprinkles a bunch of them on top. "Or… candy!" he says. "Cones of what?" Milo asks Odi curiously. "Paper?" Because that makes sense. Snow cones are made from paper, after all. He grins at Moydeo. "Well, dragons can get people anywhere on Pern in eight seconds." He nods a couple of times at Ashri. "Pink ain't bad. I don't really have a favorite color. I like 'em all." He glances at the purple-pink concoction in Ely's bowl. "That's called mauve," he announces, and swipes another taste with his finger, again.
Odisyn grins. "cones of waffles, with something called chocolate, nuts, even small candies coating the rim. Others are just flour and sugar mixed with water and then molded and dried into a cone shape."
Elyciana leans forward and dips her own finger into the concoction, taking a moment to lick it off and ponder the taste. "A little … berry," she admits in response to Milo's assessment, licking her lips once or twice to remove any hint of purple that might've stained her lips. Can't have purple lips after all. "Well. I agree with you there. Sweeter is always better," she retorts with a chortle, taking a moment to stir the added jelly candy into the mix. Now the ice cream looks like a veritable rainbow that sticks out half a mile from the rest of the blander creations nearby. Dipping her finger in again, she pops the taste of ice cream into her mouth again and smacks her lips appreciatively. "Mmm," is all she manages, but she does opt to add another spoonful of sugar to the bowl and begins to stir again. "It looks purple to me. Slightly less offensive than pink." She does quirk an eyebrow at Milo, a barely restrained grin on her lips, "If you like pink so much … perhaps we can try some pink highlights in your hair? That might be sexy if it was on you." The talk of cones has her attention dragged to Ashri and Odi, a slight frown on her face, "Cones? That sounds sharding ridiculous. Who'd wander about with a pancake cone with ice cream in it?" She shakes her head at such a crazy idea.
Moydeo listens to the conversations around her for the moment, but will just wander off to the center bowl eventually, to go warm up in the living caverns.
Odisyn snorts. "oh they'd harden the waffle before putting ice cream on it." Odisyn chuckles. "Appearantly one gather there was somebody selling iced cream who ran out of bowls. And a wafflemaker with extra waffles."
Slurp. More steaming klah disappears down Ashri's gullet, followed in alternating bouts with her contrived confection. Surrounded by people she considers friends, this is bliss to the young Apprentice, her has her eyes half lidded, a broad grin plastered across her features. "Well, I think that Milodann has the candies part down pat," she beams, taking another bite of her klahalmondcherry//vanilla concoction. "Hey, don't know it 'till you've tried it," she directs at the goat-loving Beastcrafter, looking up at Moydeo departs, but not bothering to waste a wave to her departing back. "Something must've come up. Or she got cold." The thoughts are mused aloud and to no one in particular. "So… does all the snow melt on all the mountains when summer hits?"
"Waffles?" Milo asks. "But those are soft. Doesn't seem like it'd be much use if your cone fell apart on you." He nods at the description of the second cone. "That seems like it'd be more like it. You should tell the cooks. They might make some for next time." He laughs at Ely's suggestion about his hair, and takes another bite of the icecream, complete with candies mixed in. "I said it's not bad. If I was going to highlight my hair, I'd pick, like, lighter brown, or something human. I'll save my colors for my art, thanks." He leans in to kiss her, unable to resist, what with all the lip-licking and whatnot. "Bye, Mo!" Milo calls and waves the girl off. Then he looks over at Odisyn. "Well. I guess it must have tasted nice. We should try it, some time." To Jayashri he says, "I got more candies, if you want them." Seems the boy has a supplier, the way he goes through them.
Elyciana leans obligingly into the kiss, obviously trying to make it last longer. But, alas, the contact breaks after a few seconds and she ends up just smirking a little at Milo, "Ah well. I probably wouldn't be able to look at you again if you had pink hilights, anyways. Color of evil, afterall." Rather than add anything further to the ice cream, she opts to take a spoon from nearby and scoop a rather large helping onto it. Now she's content to sit there and lick the concoction off of the spoon, considering the fact there are no waffle cones to go around at the moment. One has to make do with the available supplies. Plucking a jelly candy out of the ice cream on her spoon and popping it into her mouth, she muses for a moment, "Might take a bit of finagling to get the cooks to do something that special. It sounds hard." She waves a hand idly at Milo, adding wryly, "Milo can bribe them with candy and good looks." Another lick and she looks thoughtfully at Ashri, "Not that I make it a habit to wander up the mountains to see if the snow melts but … I'd guess not all of it does."
All of a sudden there's a loud. "Odisyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyynnnnnn!" A ten year old blur rushes out and tackles him. "Odisyn!" Cosnyra, Odisyn's little sister is now clinging to his hip. "Daddy still won't let me have a firelizard! And this guy at Amathyst Pines had eggs! You're going to HELP me change his mind! And if he won't, you're going to help me sneak an egg!" Odisyn sighs. "Cosy? Cossssyyy, leggo! Dad knows what he's talking about, he said you couldn't have an egg until you turn twelve!" Odisyn sighs. "I gotta go. Every time somebody's giving away firelizard eggs she tries to convince him to let her have one." He sighs, leading his little sister off towards the lower caverns. "He said not until you're twelve." "But you've got THREE!" "I'm 17, you're not."
Jayashri finishes the last of her ice cream, now simply sipping on her klah whistle she sits on her rock. It's strangely relaxing. "Mmmm. Thanks, but not this time, Milo." She tilts her bowl to show that it's empty save for a few swirls of klah dust and milk. "I think I've had all the ice cream I want for now." She shivers, promptly downing more klah. "Too cold out for that kind of thing, really, but it's so tasty it's impossible to pass up." Sip sip sluuuurp. "Mmmm. I bet a Dragon could go and see. Maybe I'll see if we can get a ride, come summer." Nevermind that summer is a good six months off. A lot can happen in six months. "So, how're those kids doing, Ely? Butting and kicking as always?" She grins, a lopsided expression that shows she's asking genuinely, but with an awareness of the potential sarcasm and humor in her words. "Bye Odisyn!" she calls, this time raising her hand to wave at his departing form, even though he's too preoccupied with his sister to respond. She chuckles. "I'm glad my sister isn't quite that much younger than I."
"Color of evil," Milo chuckles, looking at Ely fondly. He drinks down his klah and goes for another mug. The first barrel has been emptied already, from the other residents who have been making ice cream. "You know," he remarks in an off-hand way, "We live at a Weyr. If we wanted ice cream in the summer, we could just ask a dragonrider to go get some snow. Of course, that's assuming there's a rider who'd oblige." He grins crookedly. Odisyn's littler sister's grand entrance has Milo laughing. "Aw," he says. "Cute kid." He nods at Jayashri. "Yeah. Me and Wyn's little sister is, like, 14. Old enough not to be quite as annoying as she used to be."
Elyciana pops the spoon into her mouth and removes the last remaining ice cream from its surface in one swift movement. A bit too fast, however, considering the slight grimace that crosses her face as soon as she swallows. "Ow," she manages after a moment, fumbling a second for her mug of klah in order to warm herself up a bit. Shaking her head a bit to clear it, she quickly offers Milo a half-grin, "Definitely the color of evil. If I ever wore it." And she dissolves into a shudder that runs through her body, obviously disgusted by the mere thought. Curling her hands around her mug, she seems to be opting for klah at the moment rather than anymore ice cream. Safer on her brain, apparently. "Thank Faranth I don't have any younger siblings. I only have an annoying older brother. He's much better luck and not as much trouble as I am." She does give a small chortle as she adds, "Mom always DID like him better." Drumming her fingers against the side of her mug, she glances between Ashri and Milo, one eyebrow quirking, "I suppose snow would be welcome in the summer. I don't know if I'd want to go to a mountain for it. I'd probably fall off onto some sharp rocks." Rolling her shoulders in some attempt to remove stiffness from standing there for so long, she adds to Ashri with a smirk, "Oh, they're fine. I have to feed them extra bottles every day so they grow up nice and strong, considering it's winter. Boo likes me better than Leon."
Jayashri gulps down the last of her mug, sighing with refreshment, wriggling her toes inside her boots. "Oh yeah?" she asks of Milo. "Ayari is twelve turns now, almost thirteen." She looks thoughtful. "Time really flies. Sheesh. Seems just like yesterday I was helping change her." Shaking her head, she stands, moving to deliver her empty bowl back to the table where she found it, depositing it with a mess of other soiled containers. "Well, if it'll make you feel better, Ely, I'll see if we can find a rider with a long line of rope and we'll tether you to the Dragon." She grins at the beastcrafter. "Yeah? Are they white, or brown, or splotchy? You never told me what they looked like."
"You've got a brother?" Milo asks Elyciana, picking that one fact to latch onto out of all she said. "I never knew that. What's his name? Where is he? Is he going to beat me up for sleeping with you?" The last question is asked with a nervous chuckle. He gives Jayashri a long look. "I thought you were around 14 Turns or so?" he asks. "How were you changing diapers on someone who was only a couple of turns younger than you? You must be older than I thought." Milo stretches a bit and finishes up his klah completely. "All right. I'm done with this cold. I'm going back inside." He turns to Ely. "One of the drudges showed me this card trick," he says, and winks where only she can see it. "I was wondering if I could try it out with you, tonight?"
Elyciana tilts her mug of klah back and drains the last of the hot liquid from it, letting out her breath in a happy sigh afterwards. Warmth is bliss, apparently. She rolls the mug between her fingers for a moment before setting it down next to her empty ice cream bowl, "Oh. They're both sort of splotchy black and white. Boo has more white and only has some black on his face and back. Leon is mostly black with some white on his chest, belly and legs." She offers Ashri a bit of a smirk, "You can come visit them, if you like. I'm sure they'll enjoy giving you a head butt or two. But you're a bit tiny .. they might knock you over." She considers the girl for a moment before her attention is dragged back to Milo, her laughter escaping her at the mention of her brother, "Oh, him? He's back at Bitra and I doubt he's going to bother following his sister here, of all places. His name's Orice, though .. he prefers Ori." Leaning back against the table, she drums her fingers idly against the edge as she continues, "He's kind of tall and lanky. I think he's 21 turns now." She stares upwards as she considers this before shrugging, offering a smirk at Milo, "I doubt he'd want to do anything but steal your marks in a bar, really. He could care less who I sleep with." That smirk on her face grows more into a grin at the mention of the card game, one eyebrow quirking, a hint of mischief lighting in her eyes, "Cards? Did you want to be beaten again? Though … any new technique will be something I'd want to learn. But beware to be trounced thoroughly." She pushes off from the table and moves over to give Milo a parting kiss, "I need to check in at the stables first, though. I'll meet you later, yes?" She turns to offer a farewell wave to Ashri, "Have fun with your computers." And with that, she's striding off after giving another half-grin at Milo.
Jayashri chuckles. "Okay, more accurately I was helping to change. I wasn't doing it by myself. But you'd be surprised how capable a toddler can be." She glances at Elyciana and then back to Milodann, having some vague and nebulous idea of what they are talking about, but the pieces just not quite clicking into place. "I may just do that, Ely, but you'll have to make sure I don't get headbutted down." She chortles. "I am pretty short for my age. And yes," she turns back to Milo, "I am fourteen turns." And counting. "I plan to," she calls back to Elyciana, offering yet another wave to the departing Beastcrafter before pivoting to look up at Milo again. "I'm actually getting cold, so I think I'm going to head inside. I should try to get at least a little work done before Ravi wakes up from his stuffed stupor." Her lips draw into an odd half smile. "I'll see you around, all right?" she says, scooting off to the Living Caverns.
Milo kisses Ely back, and watches her go with a grin. He chuckles, and then, with a final wave to all and sundry, he's gone, headed for the warmth of the living caverns. "Bye!"
