It is a winter late night. The storm shows no signs of abating. The snow has been piled into drifts by gale force winds, up to a man's height and more, and the chill is enough to freeze any hapless creature who might be out on this night.

Pyrene crouches by the wall against the wind. Got to love this fresh air. "Siannen?? Why do we have to be out here??"

Siannen shrugs, "Because this is where we are?!?"

Pyrene throws a handful of snow at Siannen in some disgust. It tends to get a bit lost in the general blizzard though. "We're supposed to be getting outside and healthy I think. Do you feel as if you're as healthy as you're going to get out here yet?" Because this girl's getting hypothermia.

Halaith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Halaith attempts to backwing and land gracefully...but with the winds she ends up just landing with a soft thump.

Comfortably ensconced between the neckridges of Halaith, Sita straightens herself, then pats her lifemate's soft neckridges, murmuring softly to her, then dismounts.

Halaith obediantly stretches one perfect leg so that Sita can scoot down, careful to make sure to show the perfection of her glimmering hide.

Siannen stamps her feet, blowing onto her hands. "I th....think I'm go...ood and healthy n...n..now." Her words are almost lost in the wind, but she started out shouting, so it's heard about normal level.....

Pyrene peers through the driving snow at the dragon that just landed. She felt it land rather than heard or saw it... "Who's there?" please not blue, please not blue. "OK, Siannen, you sure? This is part of the exercise program I think, but if you're done we could go in..."

Halaith pulls her tail tightly around her...they maybe a blue tinge to her hide..but she is in fact green.

Sita is glad of her riding gear as she waves to Pyrene through the snow, "Pyrene!" She manages to get closer, after checking Halaith's straps and giving her a solid thump on her leg.

Siannen peers, and shouts back at Pyrene. "Green, I think........Yeah, green. I want to go inside now!"

Pyrene sighs in relief, "Sita! What by the shell are you doing out here? I thought you all had your own warm weyrs to snuggle in now?" She beckons to Siannen, "OK, we could go inside. We've been out here a candlemark right?"

Siannen nods, but realizes that it's probably lost in the snow......"I think so!" She continues to stamp her feet, not in impatience, but in an effort to stave off frostbite.

Auri steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Auri jumps up and down. "SIANNEN! PYRENE!"

Halaith flips her tail as she pads away from the others...the very picture of injured dignity.

Sita shivers, her small petite form fighting the snow. Grinning a frozen smile at Pyrene and Siannen, "Ah, I felt like a night on the Weyr..." Shrugging her skinny shoulders, she latches onto Pyrene's suggestion.. "Yes, lets go into the living caverns."

Halaith takes off.

Auri looks around at the storm. "EWWWW....I'm gonna get icky and wet! Let's go, c'mon. I don't wanna get dirty!"

Pyrene groans as Auri steps out. "No, it's too late. you're not doing your exercise now. You'll have to do it twice tomorrow. Now follow the nice rider inside." She prods them toward Sita and the caverns.

Auri hopskips to the Caverns.

Siannen teeth begin to chatter, and her normal exuberant greeting is reduced to "A....a....Auri!" She nods, and begins to trek towards the entrance after Sita.

Sita dashes for the warm weyr.
Sita confidently wanders to the Caverns.

Siannen walks to the Caverns.

You go to the Living Caverns.

Living Caverns

The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.

Decorations fly and whirl around the cavern; haphazardly placed, the streamers of blue, brown, bronze, green and gold cascade down the walls, moving in the slightest breeze. Tent-like, they cover the entire wall surface: one for each new Rider. Placed at intervals are the Weyr's crest, along with that of the wings: Zephyr, Tsunami, Inferno and Mudslide. Riotous colors merge at the apex of the cavern, forming a jumbled mass from which hangs a banner with the names of all the Graduating Weyrlings stitched into it.

Tucked into a glowlit niche are Ghost, Kelpie, Maeve, Relee, Kynance, Haplo, Nocturno, and Kya.
You see Kali, Munga, Foodstuffs, Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, Refreshments, and Tiareth Cake here.
Auri, Sita, and Siannen are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area

Chaneen glides in from the Central Bowl.

Auri looks at the crowded counters. Wow. There's a lot of stuff in here.

Auri slips into slumber.
Auri has disconnected.

Siannen looks up imploringly at Pyrene, "C...can y...ou get thhhhe klahhh? I....I'm afraid I mighhhht spill." She shudders convulsivly, not seeming to be able to get warm.

Sita stamps her feet, though suddenly her eyes grow unfocused for a bit before she wryly shakes her head. Seems she's going to have to do some cleaning once she gets home. Ah, well, she beelines for the klah, wrapping frozen hands around the hot klah pot.

Pyrene raises her brows at Siannen in sudden concern, "Does that coat have winter lining in?" she moves swiftly to get the klah--unusual for Pyrene who can't stand the stuff--and pours Siannen a cup. "Get yourself on the outside of that... Want some Sita? It's better in your stomach than under your hands. So they tell me."

Sita chuckles, "yes, I'd love some, thanks Py!"

Siannen wraps her hands around the cup, shaking her head. "I...it never ggggot this cooold at h...home." She manages to control the shudders long enough to take a sip of her klah, setting it down as she makes a face and the shudders start again.

Sita is happy for her weyrhide riding leathers. Keeps the cold out.. and the heat in. "It's dratted cold out there!"

Pyrene pours klah and more klah, then gets herself some redfruit juice--unchilled. "Well, it's winter." she points out unecessarily. "That better Sian? you should take off that wet coat and get a blanket or something." She wanders over to a chair with a few blankets strewn across it. "Faranth knows we should know how to keep warm up here."

Sita shakes her head, chuckling. Turning her attention from the mess in her Weyr to the matter at hand, she thanks Pyrene for the klah, "Thanks.. yes and we should know how to keep warm!"

Siannen nods, and unclenches her hands from her klah long enough to shrug out of her coat, which is bu now soaked with melted snow. She doesn't even bother to do anything but let it drop, and stares at her klah, a slightly glazed over quality to all her actions. She continues to shiver, seeming to shrink on the bench. "Wh....wh..why issss it sssssoo co....ld??"

Sita giggles, "Because you are in High Reaches!" Leaning her own almost painfully thin frame against the table, she enjoys her klah. Yum.

Pyrene briskly wraps a blanket around Siannen and pushes her in front of the fire--although thankfully not right into it. The klah is placed firmly in the girl's hands with a dollop of brandy added. "You want something extra warming in your own klah, Sita?" she asks with a wink, doctoring her juice.

Jude walks in from the Central Bowl.

Jude
Jude is a slender young man with dark hair and dark, flashing eyes. His complexion is golden and he is of above average height. His expression seems to be a bewildering mixture of curiosity, amusement, and determination. It is initially difficult to discern what rank and craft he lays claim to. Yet upon closer observation, his uncoarsened hands, smooth brow, resolutely straight neck, slightly upturned chin betray his story. They clearly indicate someone who is no stranger to elegant studies, or studied elegance for that matter..
His garments are cut in the casually loose and abbreviated manner that is both practical and fashionable during the height of summer, or in the warm climate of the southern continent. Over them he has worn a coat of thick hide to help stop the winter's chill from entering his bones.
He is awake and looks alert.
Jude is 21 Turns and 12 days old.

Siannen barely looks up as someone new enters, muchless attempts to lick him.. She stares into the fire, somehow managing to contain her shivering long enough to get another sip of klah into her system. Not that it helps her much.

Jude tentatively takes a seat by the fire.

Sita surreptitiously smothers a yawn, then grins at Pyrene and Siannen, offering a friendly wave to Jude, the newcomer.

Pyrene wipes snow-wet hair out of her eyes, glaring at Sita for the yawn. Doesn't she know how contagious these things are? She watches Siannen critically but smiles at Jude. "Stormy night to be travelling, want some klah with brandy?"

Jude smiles in return to the long, dark-haired woman's warm welcoming wave. Jude waves a silent "No, thank you" to the offer of spiked klah.

Siannen struggles out of the blanket that has been wrapped around her, "Nannnny 'R...Rene? I'm h...hot." This, even though she's still shivering. And it seems to be getting worse. She puts the klah down carefully beside her, letting go moments before another shudder makes it's way through her small frame.

Sita stands, lets out a big lusty yawn, then says, "Well.. I best be going before I fall asleep on my feet. "Night Pyrene.. Siannen.. and.." she indicates Jude, who she hasn't had time to know yet.

Sita giggles, Halaith seems to be nudging her along, "Oooh, really gotta gonow!"

Jude's brow furrows as he notices the young woman's distress.

Pyrene waves smiling to Sita. "Night!

Sita exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Pyrene looks at Siannen, frowning slightly. "You need a hot bath, really. Finish up your klah, there's a good girl. I'll give you a sweetstick." Bribery can help in all situations, but the nanny's really looking concerned. She already knows from experience that half-killing your charges is /not/ good.

Siannen nods, and manages to gulp down the rest of her klah without spilling any of it. She puts the cup down carefully, trying her hardest to not shudder. She gets it down, and walks toward Pyrene, shivering uncontrolably. "B...but I don't w-want a hot bathhhhhh. I'm already h-hot." This in spite of the fact that her teeth are threatening to chatter their way out of her skul.

Jude looks questioningly at the girl's nanny. As if silently asking, "May I possibly be of any help?"

Pyrene is already looking appealingly at Jude, while she tries to keep Sian seated. "You may feel hot Sian honey, but I think you should try and stay warm... you'll catch your death."

Jude leans forward to talk to the girl. "Believe me, little girl. A hot bath would do you a world of good. It'd help stop your shivering, get to the cold in your bones. And when the water dries on your skin, you won't feel as hot."

Pyrene nods in relief. "He's right, c'mon. Just a quick bath. You can splash water at the lizards, and then I'll give you some sweetsticks to go to bed with." She crouches down in froont of Siannen. clutching the girl's hands anxiously.

Siannen pushes her hair up off of her clammy forehead, and begins to shudder anew. "N-n-now I'm c-cold........." And now the shivers go along with what she's saying, though just as soon as that comes out, she continues to shove at the mass of hair, panting slightly. She nods, though with the shivering it's more a convulsive jerk. "Now I-i'm hottt againnnnn."

Jude nods. "What you're feeling now is all the more reason for you to have that bath."

Thanks ever so much to Pyrene for giving me the first half of this log, edited and everything!
Now here's the second half... Trouble, Trouble, Trouble