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Buttless Leather Pants and Revelations

J'lyn's Lorieth is proddy and he wears the famous buttless leather pants into the living caverns in Telgar. Shocked looks, admiring looks and curious looks are given. The evening ends with Haloran agreeing to get a pair made himself. Haloran finally tells Chailyn how he feels about her and leaves her very confused.

Chailyn - Tuesday, September 26, 2000, 3:09 PM
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Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern
This huge cavern is sufficiently roomy to hold a large portion of the Weyr's population without feeling cramped. There's always a bustle of activity here. Fragrant dishes are constantly in prepartion for mealtimes: currently for the evening meal. Drudges are always present, either cleaning under Pierron's watchful eye, or helping fetch and carry. A myriad of glowbaskets and many ever-lit hearths make the cavern warm and inviting despite its size. The scents of cooking meats, baking breads and pastries, and the pungent aroma of spices hang mouthwateringly in the air. It is little wonder that those seeking to relax nearly always find their way here to do it. The tables are decorated with a multitude of bright spring flowers.
A short tunnel jaunts northward out to the bowl and the merry sounds of cooking, chores, and laughter echo from the kitchen at the southeast end of the cavern near the easterly passage to the rest of the lower caverns. Within the lower caverns is an entrance to the infirmary weyr to care for injured dragons and riders.

Contents:
FL: Fal
PLAYERS: Chailyn Pierron Timbril J'lyn Nimiriel
OTHER: Dragonpoker Table

Timbril has disconnected.

Chailyn comes out of the caverns, toting a rather large basket of what appear to be sheets. Wet ones from the look of it. And other towels and assorted linens piled high as well. She is humming to herself in a slightly offkey tone. Everyone in the caverns gets an obnoxiously cheery smile and an "Afternoon all!"

Nimiriel eyes Chailyn suspiciously over the rim of her wineglass. At length, she remarks, "No more bubblies for you."

J'lyn just sits there being all growly.

Chailyn laughs. "But I like bubblies. Afternoon, ma'am. Sir." Another one of those insufferably cheerful smiles spreads across her lips. "It's warming up." She thumps the basket down and confides this in a pleased tone to both the riders. "And I'm *so* happy to see it." J'lyn's foul temper causes a lift of eyebrows, but no comments. Not yet at any rate.

J'lyn
As your eyes slide down J'lyn's hard muscled body, all you see is tanned flesh, black leather and silver glints. His dark hair is covered with a black bandana of leather, held shut with a plain silver clasp. Whereas J'lyn is usually clean shaven, he's sporting a closely cropped dark beard. Buckled around his bull-like neck is a wide collar that could be used on a very large canine, half-inch silver spikes studding the collar and winking in the torchlight. A matching harness crisscrosses his massive chest, studs flashing every few inches, leaving his torso mostly bare, save for a thin sheen of perspiration. Wrapped around each of his bulging biceps is an unadorned two-inch band of black. An intricately worked silver belt holds up skintight black leather pants that would stay right where they are, even without benefit of the belt. The bottoms are tucked into calf-high plain boots, crafted from thick leather, chains wrapped around the heel and ankle. Silver tips flash from the boot's toes. Something seems wrong with the pants, however, like they're not complete. Around the tops of his legs, you catch small glimpses of the same bronze skin of his chest. As soon as the massive greenrider turns around, you can barely see the thin strip of leather embedded in J'lyn's backside, and the tight, tan backside itself, without benefit of covering. The harness continues around onto his back as well. As he turns around to flash his dazzling smile, you notice that his usually gold earrings have been replaced by thick silver hoops.

J'lyn finishes his second glass and pours a third. Hoo boy, it's gonna be one of -those- days. "You know what's making this even worse? Usually, she doesn't show a preference for any of the males until about 10 minutes before he catches her. NOW, of course, she's got 7 or 8 who she wants to 'try their pitiful male best' to try to catch her."

Chailyn's mouth runs just a shade faster than her brain, it appears. "Who's catching wha-- oh, is *that* why you're-" She breaks off, commen sense finally grabbing her and offers in a milder tone, "I know a great way to get wine stains out of leather if you spill that."

Nimiriel rolls her eyes, but she grins. "Daelyth has *always* done that. I hope she's not been giving Lorieth any ideas."

J'lyn narrows his eyes again. "Aye, Miss Brightest Star, -that's- why I'm dressed this way. And I don't plan on spilling it. That would be insulting to both the wine and the leather."

J'lyn shrugs as he digs himself deeper into himself. "It's not really all that bad, but to hear her talk about Nyth and Ularrith like they're just... pieces of MEAT... And the worst.. The absolute WORST. We were at Ista a few days ago, and she caught a glimpse at Cevodnioth." He shudders. "ANYTHING but that."

Chailyn flushes and offers a trifle meekly, "Well, looks like it's good quality leather at least. I wouldn't know about the wine. I don't usually drink the stuff." She clears her throat, looking anywhere but J'lyn and asks Nimiriel, "How is she? Daelyth, I mean." Though J'lyn's comment brings her attention back round, albeit confused. "T'mren's not *that* bad. A trifle obvious, but not that bad."

J'lyn eyes Chailyn. "Would -you- sleep with him?"

Nimiriel waves off the question about Daelyth with a dismissive hand, though the mention of T'mren gets a wrinkled nose. "I dunno about her, but I certainly wouldn't. Iew."

J'lyn gestures to Nimiriel. "My thoughts exactly, but it's hard to tell if my feelings count towards the way I'll feel after a mating flight."

Chailyn's cheeks flame at J'lyn, but it's fairly obvious the proddy greenrider has gotten her dander up. "I'm picky. I wouldn't sleep with him. But I've not yet found *anyone* I'd care to, mister grumpy-leather-pants." Nor, her tone implies, is she about to. "Besides," she hurries on, "don't bronzes rarely catch greens? too big or something?" There may be more along that line, but some vestiage of self preservation kicks in, and she adds, "Sir." to the end of that.

Timbril returns from her cot in the dorms, having changed her clothes. She blinks as Chailyn's heated words reach her and she slides over that way. "What's this?" she asks, shooting a look over at both Weyrwoman and Weyrsecond.

J'lyn quirks an eyebrow at Chailyn. Mr. Grumpy-Leather-Pants? Well then. "Well, as I said, I wouldn't sleep with him either. Just because my tendencies run towards males doesn't mean I'll just bedhop. I have my standards."

Timbril chuckles softly now and moves over toward the klah pot. "Ah. Standards. Don't most people have those? Oh wait ... some don't" she says lightly and her eyes dance as she pours klah into a mug then casts herself into a seat by the hearth.

Chailyn clears her throat, chin lifting slightly. She informs Timbril, "Yes, ma'am. The Weyrsecond's apparently worried his green might end up entangled with someone below his standards." Just which particular rider, she doesn't say. And then she offers, "And congratulations on your promotion. Just in time for spring too." Her tone lightens on this last. Even a grumpy-leather-panted J'lyn isn't enough to completely quell her enthusiasm for spring.

Timbril smiles warmly at Chailyn, "Thank you -- I'll be getting settled in over the next few days, and I'd appreciate it if you could keep me up to date on what's going on in the laundry room." She sips from her mug and shrugs about the other comment. "There's always wine to help with forgetting afterward."

J'lyn's leather pants aren't grumpy. Maybe some naked cow somewhere is, but not the pants. J'lyn, on the other hand, is grumpy. "I just don't know why she can't leave me out of all this. It makes me... itch... That's why this outfit is the only one that feels good. It's tight enough that it makes the itching stop."

Chailyn, perhaps pointedly, doesn't comment on the state of J'lyn's dress, or undress, though her forehead wrinkles in what might be a disapproving line. Avoiding looks at the greenrider, she offers, "Sure will. I was just headed out to the bowl to hang these up to catch a bit of sunshine-" She breaks off, looking out towards said bowl. And then hailstones plinking into the ground. "Or not." She deflates.

J'lyn also does NOT wear a dress. -Pants-. He shrugs and drains his wineglass. "Could make for an interesting walk back to my weyr."

Timbril makes a sympathetic face for both laundress and Weyrsecond, "Itching ... and hailing. Well you know J'lyn -- those pants _are_ awfully nice looking ... no matter where your proclivities lie, the scenery is certainly appreciated by some." For Chailyn, "Oh it'll pass soon and the sun will be back out ... hail never lasts over long."

Chailyn allows, "It *is* nice leather." Then she changes the subject slightly, "And I hope it won't. But it's already too late for these today, I think. I'll have to string them up in the caverns to dry. All the linens really need a day out in the fresh sun. Herbs can only do so much sweetening."

Timbril nods in agreement, "This is true -- and the laundry must go on despite the weather," she remarks idly, looking out at the bowl.

Haloran walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Timbril lifts her mug to her lips and draws a long sip of the hot liquid.

Haloran comes wandering on out of the inner caverns, his hands stuffed into his pockets and a relaxed look on his face. Nodding pleasantly to several people lingering about the caverns, he heads over to snag a drink before turning to /really/ see who is about.

Chailyn nods to Timbril. "It usually does. I was just hoping to get out for a bit of fresh air. I'm tired of it being so cold." She starts sorting the wet things in her basket, darting a look at the grumpy J'lyn and his pants. In the process, her eyes skip past and she gives a grin. "Cider's always good, Hal."

Haloran almost drops said cider when he hears a voice, turning around. "Chai--um....right, That's what I got. Must have the same idea as you." Ahem. Stopping and attempting to collect himself, he shuffles toward the table where's she's seated, smiling at the woman and nodding to the others. "Hello."

Timbril lifts her mug in greeting toward Haloran, "Good evening," she offers with a warm smile. "And yes ... the cider is good."

Talisha walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Talisha wanders into the cavern swinging a stuffed dragon from one hand. "Evening.." is called out towards a few select people, and she bobs her head politely towards the others. Grabbing herself a plate, she piles it high with greens and other things before turning around to find a table.

Chailyn starts methodically clipping clothespins to the edge of her basket. "How are you Hel? Haven't seen much of you around recently. They keeping you busy?" She keeps half an eye on the grumpy J'lyn. Or maybe on his pants. It's hard to tell.

Timbril smiles at Talisha, "Good evening Talisha," she offers to the nanny, sitting by the hearth with a steaming mug.

Haloran ducks his head, straining hard not to blush. "I...uh...yeah. Busy. Really busy. I have a lot to do, since, y'know, I'm pretty good at working with inventories."

Timbril's eyes fasten on Haloran with interest. "Inventory ... what are you inventorying ... if I may ask?" she murmurs more to herself, "I really need to have that talk with Rhiallya ..."

Chailyn gives a friendly nod to Talisha, mouth occupied for the moment with a clothespin. Then she clips it onto the basket with the others. "That's right, you are." She pauses, and looks at Haloran thoughtfully. A long moment passes, before her attention turns to Timbril as well. A soft, considering 'hm' escapes her, and then she offers, "He's terribly good with figures, ma'am. At the hall I always used to get him to do the suplies for the laundry when the tallies had to be sent up."

Haloran rubs at the back of his neck, blushing furiously again. 'I wouldn't say /terribly/ good. Just handy with em." He eyes Timbril for a moment before smiling slowly at her. "I do my best, y'know?"

Talisha slides into a chair beside the hearth, dropping that stuffed dragon onto the floor in front of her. She starts picking at her food, just listening to the conversation for the moment.

Timbril blinks and nods, "Is he now?" she gets a considering look on her face.

Chailyn nods vigorously, despite whatever Haloran may say. "Much better at 'em than I am. And the laundry never was short anything at the Hall. Nor'd we have more than we could use between times." She gives Haloran a sidelong look as she states this a trifle blandly.

Haloran
Sandy blonde hair lays close to his head, cropped reasonably short to keep velvety brown eyes clear to view his surroundings. Those brown eyes often sparkle with a contained intelligence and he has a tendency to study that about him closely. His tall frame--just under six feet in height--is decidedly nondescript otherwise: medium build, not too muscular nor too scrawny. His face is close to being plain but his openness and friendly expression enhance his features, giving him a veneer of attractiveness
Well crafted wine-colored leather pants run down his long legs, neat stitches in the sides, and are tucked into matching calf-high boots. A lightweight shirt, plain white, covers his torso and arms, tied at the wrists and open at the neck. A matching wine-colored leather vest, tooled with a spiral pattern about the edge of it, fits over the shirt.
Carrying:
Herman

Haloran affects an inncocent look then immediately hides his face behind his mug, taking a long pull at it.

Timbril gives Haloran a more measuring look, "I shall keep that in mind," she says gravely, "Let me know if you 're interested in doing any work for the Weyr," she says and lifts her mug up again for a sip of her own, then favors the resident with a bright smile.

Haloran's mug lowers and he regards Timbril calmly. "I do work for the weyr every day, ma'am."

Timbril's smile stays put, "Mmm ... I meant in a more _official_ capacity."

Chailyn seems rather well satisfied, turning her attention more to the sorting and stacking she's doing with her basket. A glance is taken over towards Weyrwoman and Weyrsecond, though she doesn't seem *quite* ready to intrude.

Talisha makes quick work of her plate, setting it down on the ground. She scoops up the stuffed dragon toy, pulling a long, blue threaded needle out of her pocket. This she darts in and out of the bright blue dragon toy, making small stitches around his neck.

Haloran twitches his nose. "I won't be a headwoman, ma'am."

Chailyn puts in, in a light tone, "Oh, I dunno, Hal. I could just see you in a nice maroon gather dress..." Clearly teasing, she chides her friend, "There's no reason you couldn't help with the tallies. And I've been meaning to ask you to help with the sweetsand estimates anyway down in the laundry."

Timbril chuckles and shakes her head, 'Of course not," she says, teasing, "You're quite clearly, not a woman," she says to the young man. "Well -- if the fancy ever strikes, to do something more officially, let me know. Inventorying is always a valuable skill."

Haloran smiles politely at Timbril, hissing at Chailyn under his breath, "Quit that!" Clearing his throat, he adds in a louder voice, "I'll remember that, yes. Thanks."

Chailyn stifles a giggle, and turns wide eyes to Haloran, clearly too perfectly innocent for it to be anything but an act. Relenting after a moment, she offers to Hal, "Oh, all right. I really could use the help though."

Timbril nods, "Good then," and sits back with her mug, sipping from it again. "And I'll remember that as well Chailyn -- as soon as I get brought up to speed on everything that Rhiallya has to bring me up to speed on."

Haloran's eyes dart back to Chailyn and he seems to beam at her for a moment. "Oh. Well, whatever I can do for you...."

Talisha keeps stitching in a small neat row around the stuffed dragon's neck, securing his head back on after what looks to be an attack from a little.

Chailyn nods to Timbril, "It's just all the adding that I have trouble with. I run out of fingers." Her tone is cheerful enough for that to be a joke. Then she nods to Haloran, "Thanks. Just like old times." She pauses and looks out at the bowl again. "Only colder." She looks over to Talisha and asks, "Doing some minor surgery, Talisha?"

Timbril chuckles softly, "Mmm ... counting and figures ... hard to keep track of sometimes," she notes evenly, then follows Chailyn's question over to where Talisha sits, sewing away. "How was the nursery today Talisha?"

J'lyn drains his fourth glass of wine and stands up. Offering the remainder of the skin to the Weyrwoman, he says, "Do you want this or should I put it away?"

Talisha wrinkles her nose up and holds the half-stitched back together dragon out. "Hmm...yes. There was so many tears in the nursery this morning because of this thing..." sounds familiar, "And someone ripped his head off." she keeps stitching that head back on, twisting her head slighlty to smile towards Timbril, "Oh...it was okay, apart from this little incident."

Haloran turns to regard Talisha, since everyone else appears to be. "Anytime, Chail," he says softly, content to sip at his drink again. J'lyn gets a long look then its back to the object of other people's attention.

Chailyn's jaw hits the floor, quite very nearly literally, as J'lyn rises. She gapes like a yellowtail flapping on a hook for a moment, before her mouth shuts with a snap. Color blooms in her cheeks and she stares for a moment, before looking jurriedly down at her basket.

Ceria walks in from the bowl.

Ceria pauses in the entry way of the living cavern, scraping a bit of ice from her boots before proceeding into the cavern.

Timbril looks too, but her look is rather more ... appreciative and there's no blushing from the new Headwoman at all. "Hmmm," she says to Talisha, "Good of you to fix it."

Talisha twists around to look at J'lyn since thats what everyone else seems to be doing, and her brows all but jump up into her hair. "Uhmm..oh, yeah." is all she can say to Timbril before she drags her eyes off the site of J'lyn to stare at that dragon in her lap.

Haloran makes an acking noise and definitely is occupied in his drink at this point. Safer.

Timbril chuckles at various reactions about the hearth to J'lyn's outfit. She is unfazed. She's seen it before, and she'll see it again, and she's not sorry at all to be able to see it again either.

Kiran walks here from the Inner Cavern.

J'lyn sighs at all the noises, and rolls his eyes. he walks the half-full skin back to the wine cabinet, muttering, "You'd think none of them had ever been in a sharding Weyr before."

Ceria moves past J'lyn on her way to the serving tables and she grins. "You're looking well today," she says as she passes.

For some reason, J'lyn turns a vibrant crimson at that comment. "Thank you."

Timbril laughs as she catches J'lyn's murmured comment and sends a wink toward the Weyrsecond. "No -- I think it's more that they just haven't seen _you_" she remarks, then shifts her gaze, albeit reluctanly, away, to wave toward Kiran. "Stables all done Kiran?" she asks.

Chailyn fumbles with clothespins, her cheeks still burning. "You just... ah... present a," She pauses for the right word, looking in the viscinity of J'lyn's shoes, "Formidable figure, Weyrsecond. Sir. And well, most trousers have, ah, um, a back." The brownrider gets a startled look of respect for her comment. Or maybe at the ability to make the proddy greenrider blush.

Kiran returns to the living cavern, having shed work clothes and, judging by his still-damp hair and the lack of stables-scent about him, bathed. "Evening," he says. "Yeah, Timbril. All finished for the day."

Haloran lowers his mug and clears his throat, trying to appear manly. THen he glances over his shoulder. "I wonder how *I'd* look in pants like that," he mutters to himself.

Ceria looks a bit amused to see J'lyn blushing. "You're quite welcome," she says. She makes it to the table and pours herself a mugful of klah before turning around to face the others in the room.

Talisha finishes stitching the stuffed dragons head back on, snapping the thread between her teeth and returning the needle to it's place in her pocket. "Evening, Kiran." she sends out a cheery wave and a smile towards him before fetching herself a drink and returning to her place by the hearth.

Timbril tilts a measuring glance at Haloran and nods, "Just fine, I think," she quips and then beams at Kiran. "Good for you -- in for a hot meal then? Or just the company?"

"Just the company," replies the stablehand, and heads to the hearth to draw himself a mug of cider. He wrinkles his nose at the nearby klahpot and retreats to a chair. "Stuff smells worse than a stable. Like Faranth's own muck."

Chailyn blinks at Haloran, a startled, "You wouldn't!" escaping before she can hold it back. The blush returns full force, and she fixes her eyes firmly on the basket before her.

J'lyn, still blushing, quietly slips out of the LC.

J'lyn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Haloran peers toward Chailyn and, for once, he seems pleased at /her/ blush. "Maybe I will now"!

Timbril winks at Haloran, "Commission them then -- I'm sure Kich would _love_ a commission like that." Her smile returns to Kiran. "If you say so Kiran ... though the cider is good tonight. How was the rest of your day then?"

Chailyn clears her throat and doesn't answer. Laundry. How interesting and safe. She busies herself sroting in the basket, making work out of nothing.

Ceria shrugs as J'lyn leaves and looks rather disappointed. But she assuages the disappointment by downing half her mug of klah at once. Then she strolls through the cavern to find an empty seat.

Kiran lifts a shoulder in a mild shrug. "Better." A grin springs to his face. "Sophie was a bit more cooperative. Yourself? Pierron yell at you one last time, for history's sake?"

Timbril chuckles, "Actually ... no, he was so flabbergasted that he barely spoke a word to me until my shift was over and then he just said something along the lines of 'it was nice getting you ready for this M'am'" another shake of her head. "Never can tell with that man. And I'm glad the rest of the day went better. That Sophie sounds like a handful."

Talisha swirls the juice around inside her glass, looking over at Kiran for a moment and wrinkling up her nose. 'Sophie is a runner, right?"

Kichevio walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Kichevio walks in, humming a little under her breath, and stops to blink at the full Cavern. "Evening, half the Weyr. Is something going on I should know about?"

Ceria chuckles at Kichevio as she sets down her mug and heads back outside. "You just missed J'lyn," she comments as she leaves.

Ceria walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Chailyn clears her throat, looking up to catch Kiran's voice and offer, "Evening, Kiran. Kich." She spies the seamstress as she speaks up as well. "No. I was just headed back into the caverns to go hang all these up since the hail hasn't seem to let up." As Ceria makes her shot she blushes a bit further, looking over at Haloran.

Haloran looks back at Chailyn, finally blushing himself. And with that, he occupies himself with studying the others about the cavern, fingers tapping against his mug.

Kichevio looks mildly relieved at the thought of having missed ProddyJal. "Rats. What a shame." She looks around again. "Why is there an epidemic of blushes?"

Timbril says dryly, "I am not blushing. I like watching J'lyn walk in _those_ pants," she sends a grin toward the seamstress. "Good evening Kichevio"

Kiran nods absently at Talisha. "Yeah, my nemesis. She's trying to make me get old before my time." He rakes a hand back through his hair after flashing a brilliant smile over towards Chailyn, and then Kichevio.

Haloran casts a dark look at Kiran and scoots a bit closer to Chailyn.

"He's wearing the pants?" Now Kich sounds truly disappointed. "Quite a sight to see, aren't they. Oh well. Another time." She returns Kiran's smile before going to get her usual mug of klah.

Timbril's eyes flash with sparkling humor as Haloran edges closer to Chailyn and Kiran sends that dazzling smile around. She peers out into the bowl. "Hmmm." She murmurs to herself.

Chailyn murmurs to Haloran in an undertone, "Well, there's the seamstress if you're really serious about getting a pair of those... things." She sniffs faintly, and then asks, "Who is, Kiran? That runner you're always at odds with? Vairi told me that, if I do get down to Lemos, to be sure to go on a runner ride in the upper meadows - or was it the lower ones? Anyway, I haven't ridden since I left Igen, and could barely do it then. Feel like helping me brush up on it?"

Kiran blinks once, startled, at Haloran's reaction to what he evidently intended as a greeting, not a come-on. He gives the other man an apologetic glance before nodding distractedly to Chailyn. "Sure, sure. Sophie's probably a gentle enough ride. She's just one of the only runners I've met that can out-stubborn me."

Banran walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Kichevio hears her occupation taken in vain, and looks up alertly. "What am I making, and for whom?"

Banran comes into the cavern and starts to just make his way through, but he stops on seeing Timbril and heads in her direction. "Congradulations there."

Timbril says with slow relish, "Backless pants my dear." Then turns a warm smile up at Banran, "Why thank you Banran."

Haloran eyes his rump again for a moment and mutters something under his breath.

Kichevio blinks several times. "Hmmmm...that would be an interesting challenge. For whom?" Her eyes flicker to Kiran for a moment. "Nah. Hardly practical for a man who breaks runners."

Banran blinks at the mention of backless pants. Drily he comments. "How about we just avoid those, hmm?"

Chailyn is utterly oblivious, both to any glowering done by Haloran, or looks by anyone else in the caverns. She nods to Kiran. "I'd like that. Seems I should get out a bit more. And I've got offers of a visit at the Smithcraft, if I can get a watchrider to take me. And maybe even see Lemos too and from runnerback. I'd like to see those skybrooms up close." She sniffs again at Haloran. "You wouldn't actually have a pair made." She sounds fairly sure of herself.

Timbril points at Haloran and says firmly, "Him. Look nice don't you think?" Her eyes dance merrily. Then she nods again to Banran, "How are you this evening Banran?"

Haloran frowns slightly at Chailyn, eyes flicking about the cavern again before he replies indignantly, "Why wouldn't I?"

Banran shrugs once to Timbril. "Other than this mention of backless pants, fine I suppose. And yourself?"

Kichevio eyes Haloran. "Can't tell from here." She points. "Stand up and let me see if you'd be a suitable candidate."

Haloran blinks abruptly at that attention from Kichevio, and, without /really/ thinking, is already on his feet when, "Wait. Are you serious?"

Chailyn seems on the verge of a retort to Haloran, when Kichevio's comment stops her. She just looks smugly at her friend. "G'head. Let her see." From her tone and expression, it's clear she believes he won't go through with it.

Timbril hides a grin for Haloran's comment, then nods to Banran, "I'm quite well thank you -- it's been a rather ... fulfilling day," she says lightly.

Banran hmms once to that. "I suppose.." He glances in the direction of the exit to the bowl. "Well, if you will excuse me, I think I will go get some fresh air."

Banran walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

"Well, if you want a pair of buttless pants, I'd better make sure you havethe proper butt for them," Kichevio points out logically. "So let me see."

Timbril watches the handyman leave and shrugs once murmuring something about sensitivity.

Amusement slips into Kiran's expression, though he does his best to hide his smile behind his mug of cider. He leans back in his chair, his eyes on Haloran.

Haloran is still standing where he can be....ahem....seen in all his glory. "Maybe I will get those pants now. Since you seem so sure that I won't."

Timbril chuckles, eyes still dancing as Haloran ... poses for the benefit of all assembled. "What do you think Kich? I think he passes muster?"

Chailyn says to Haloran with studied indifference, "I don't care. G'head and show Kich your rear. I'm sure she could whip something up for you. She's a good seamstress."

Kichevio calmly takes in the view for several minutes, a smile on her face. "Okay, Haloran, I think I could make this work. Any particular fabric or color you want?"

Haloran immediately plunks into a seat, cheeks a dark red, "I....uh..."

Chailyn prompts, clearly enjoying this, "J'lyn's were leather."

Talisha looks over at Haloran and grins. "How bout a crimson to make his cheeks?"

Timbril nods solemnly, "Indeed .. they were." A smile for Talisha then, "Ahhh ... a woman with taste ..."

Haloran's blush gets darker. If that's possible. "Uh...Crimson leather? We have it in stock..." This is blurted out before he thinks.

Kichevio considers. The Fashion Police, on the job. "I think red leather would be a bit much. And Jal already has the black leather...maybe red velvet? Nice and plush." One eyebrow lifts in Haloran's direction.

Chailyn gives Haloran a challenging look. "He has always liked that maroon, wine-y color. Maybe with a black tunic."

Talisha takes another look at Haloran, bobbing her head along with half the cavern. "Red velvet...that would look...nice.."

Haloran *glares* at Chailyn, muttering under his breath again. "I have better taste than you anyway," he mutters. Then, "It'd be hot!" he protests to the others.

Timbril chuckles softly, "Cooler than leather would be ... it doesn't ... breathe."

Kichevio shakes her head. "No, you'd have plenty of ventilation." There's that smile again.

Haloran is caught again, clearing his throat and scratching at his temple. "Well....uh...yeah..."

Chailyn retorts to Haloran. "Do *not*! Who's the one that suggested those colors anyway. And Kich's right. Besides, with as cold as it gets up here..." She darts a triumphant look to Kichevio and Timbril and continues, "But if you don't *want* to get 'em...."

Timbril winks over at Kiran and says in an undertone, "This might become quite the fashion statement ..."

Kichevio waves a hand. "It's up to Haloran. Even though he'd look quite...charming...in them."

"Fetching," Kiran supplies helpfully, and rises to his feet.

Kichevio smiles over at Kiran. "yes, 'fetching' is a good word. Leaving?"

Haloran clears his throat and is now trapped. "I....could wear a pair. Yeah. So whip em up. RIght. Yeah."

Chailyn murmurs, "I'll believe it when I see it."

A sheepish shrug, and Kiran answers, "Have to. Was just stopping in for a drink, and to pass some time. I've got a few things to take care of, tonight."

Kiran adds, hastily, "I should be back, though."

Timbril smiles and nods, "See you later then Kiran," she says, lifting her own mug to drain it.

Chailyn nods after Kiran. "Can we start on those riding lessons tomorrow? Will you have some time free, Kiran?"

Kichevio smiles back to Kiran as well. "See if you can out-stubborn that runner." Then, to Haloran. "You got it. Give me a couple of days, and you'll have a lovely pair in red velvet.

Haloran pales this time, swallowing uncomfortably then nodding. "All right then. Yeah. Velvet rumpless pants. Yeah."

Kiran nods emphatically at Chailyn, and then slips out of the living cavern.

Timbril winks across at Kichevio, "Can't wait to see your handiwork Kichevio"

Chailyn grins after Kiran, and then gives Haloran a sidelong look. She adds emphatically, "Me either."

Kichevio inclines her head in acceptance of the compliment. "It'll take me a few days, of course, but I think I can make them...memorable." Another smile at Haloran. "And they'll go well with your complexion."

Timbril just chuckles at Kich's comment and then stands to leave her mug in the dish bin and get another, of cider this time.

Chailyn humpfhs. "Again, I'll believe it when I see it." She struggles to lift the basket, still full of wet linens. "Well, I should get on to hanging these up. or I'll never get free to sleep tonight. Wanna help, Hal, or are you too big for your britches?" The teasing comment is placed sluly, as she darts a look to the others present.

Haloran abruptly stands and, in a rush, stammers out, "I have to...go check the stores. Or..I...Yes! Chail! I have to go help and hang those up. Yes. That's it."

Talisha finishes off her drink before dropping the cup off to the kitchens. "Hmm..I should be getting back to the nurseries with this thing.." she says, bobbing her head towards the now repaired stuffed dragon. "Congradulations also, Timbril." she adds just before she walks out, a wave tossed towards Chailyn and Holaran.

Talisha walks towards the inner cavern.

Chailyn wrestles the basket up and says, "Well, come on then." She grins a bit at Timbril. "I'll give you that report first thing in the morning too."

Timbril nods her thanks to both Talisha and Chailyn "Thank you. And good evening"

Chailyn grins easily, "Evening, Timbril. Come on, Hal."

You walk towards the inner cavern.

Chailyn walks in silence until the drying cavern is reached. The basket is set down with a thump and she says, "I didn't even think you'd go through it that far. Think you'll really wear 'em?"

Haloran exhales furiously. "I /have/ to now, don't I? All that /fuss/ made over them."

Chailyn snickers softly. "You were the one that started it."

Haloran sniffs. "I was just /commenting/."

Chailyn laughs. "Admit it. You're curious about wearing 'em. Kich and Timbril don't seem to think it'll do you any harm."

Haloran can't help a surripitous rub at his bum. "Well...yeah."

Chailyn smirks faintly, starting to pin up sheets. "See? I was just helping you along."

Haloran just snorts and moves to help out. "Don't get smug--you admit it. You're curious to see me in em."

Chailyn shakes her head, nodding to the pins. "I'm not curious to see you in them. I'm curious to see if you'll go *out* in them. There's a difference."

Haloran sighs softly, running a hand through his hair before he plucks up the pins. "I dunno. Maybe I'll just show you."

Chailyn smiles. "Oh, live a little. Be silly. I doubt anyone'd laugh."

Haloran snorts softly. "I think /everyone/ would laugh--I know you would." Then he can't help a teasing smile. "But wouldn't you /like/ to see my rump?" He winks.

Chailyn responds stoutly, "I wouldn't laugh. Not even ar your rump."

Haloran grins and works on hanging the sheets for a moment. "But you didn't answer my question."

Chailyn says quickly, "I don't like to see anyone's rumps. And that's the Faranth's shell's truth." She clips up a towel.

Haloran sniffs faintly, seeming a bit disappointed, though he hides it behind a sheet. "You know, Chailyn, you are awful uptight sometimes."

Chailyn stops still. "I am not." Her tone is faintly disturbed. "I'm not the one going around ordering buttless pants and then not wearing them."

Haloran clears his throat then shuffles his feet, blushing again. "I....never said I wouldn't wear them."

Chailyn ha!s. "You just said that maybe you'd just let me see them. That doesn't count.

Haloran's nose twitches. Durn. "But..I....you mena I have to let others do it too?"

Chailyn shrugs. "You don't *have* to do anything."

Haloran says "But otherwise its pointless!"

Chailyn shrugs. "it's up to you if you go galavanting out in it."

Haloran mumbles, "Yeah, I know."

Chailyn arches her eyebrows. "What?"

Haloran makes a big fuss with his sheets, almost dropping them. "I said, you're right, Chailyn."

Chailyn asks guilelessly, "Why would you just want me to see them? Looked like Kich and Timbril were ready to see it. Um, the pants."

"Cause I like /you/, sheesh." He then freezes. "Uh...."

Chailyn clearly doesn't get it. "Well, I like you too, silly. And you *know* I wouldn't laugh."

Haloran looks both relieved and disgusted. "Shells, Chai. I *like* you." He peeks out from behind the sheet, peering at her. "In that special way." There. Out in the open. Said. Yeah.

Chailyn stops what she's doing, brow furrowing lightly. "You... in what way?" She's on the edges of it, perhaps, but still somewhat lacking in clue.

Haloran just paces forward, his eyes on Chailyn now. A hand cups her cheek as his head ducks, catching her lips in a rather inexpert--but sincere--kiss. "That way," he whispers.

Chailyn is too startled to avoid anything. Blue eyes are wide as she looks at Haloran in a bit of confusion. "But... but you... we're... we're friends." That's the best defense she can make, pulling back away from the hand that cups her chin.

Haloran swallows and immediately turns away, crossing back to his dropped sheet, "yeah."

Chailyn's expression is utterly horrified. "I'm sorry, Hal, I just... oh shells. I mean." She stops. "The one time I thought I liked someone like that, it just ended up really badly. I..." She sighs. "Scorch it. I just try not to see anyone like that."

Haloran doesn't look up, concentrating on fixing the sheets carefully, his movements wooden. "S'ok. I understand."

Chailyn looks utterly miserable, and the expression doesn't sit well on her face. She comes over uncertainly, and then swoops to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Then you're smarter than me. Cause I don't." Her throat closes up, eyes welling and then she's off, rushing on into the women's dorms.