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K'nan arrives silently on Veyeth, not wanting to get yelled at for disturbing anyone on the beach. The green lands in an unoccupied corner of the Courtyard.

So focused is she in her task of holding the laundry she carries away from herself, Dess doesn't even notice the great green winging down until the air stirs and bits of grit kick up, clogging her crinkled nose. "Ahhhh AHhhh!!" Dess begins, wobbling further on her platforms, "CHOOOO!" With one great sneeze, the laundry goes flying, as Dess teeters, totters, and -almost- falls. Thankfully, she manages to catch herself upright, but a scowl is cast about the Courtyard until it rests firmly on Veyath and her rider. "That MAN and his Beastie!" she mutters fiercely, stomping their way.

A low and rumbling croon of almost-concern emerges from Veyath's throat, whirling eyes focusing upon the approaching woman; the greenrider slides down gracefully to an extended leg, then leaps down the rest of the way, landing in a lithe crouch and rising once more. "We meet again," he says, almost with a laugh as he sees Desstra storming their way, one hand lifting to settle on the dragon's neck.

Sinea sees Dess' laundry go a flying and lets out a yelp. She runs about trying to help by picking up bits and pieces of the laundry. Seeing what items that Dess was going to wash causes a blush to rise in her cheeks. She stops after a bit and just holds out the bits that she picked up towards Dess. She eyes the other stuff laying about and tries to keep from grinning. Oh good, there's Rhi. She calls out, "Hello there Rhi!"

Rhi walks our from in the call, calling over her shoulder to someone still inside. Turning, she stops short as she catches sight of first, the dragon and rider in the courtyard and then the laundry strewn everywhere. She stands shaking her head and muttering to herself for a moment before she hears her name and looks over to Sinea and tries to block "Dess the Disaster area' out of her mind.. even if it's only briefly. "Hey Sinea."

Dess waves irritably at the panties Sinea holds up to her, although her expression softens considerably, "I'll be back for them, shortly, dear.. You just wait here. Perhaps gather them into a pile, hmm?" Ah yes, do the work for her.. there's a girl. Putting her stormy expression neatly back in place on her features, she clompity clomps right up to K'nan and plants her hands firmly on her hips, glowering at him. "You and that Beastie!" she repeats, tilting her chin up towards the green. "First you disrupt my girls! Then.. you /sneak/ up on me like some..some.. some giant stealthy wherry!" She scowls. "And now, just /look/ what happened to my laundry! Why... do you /know/ what kind of people walk through this courtyard?! I shall have to soak them for a month!" She gives an expectant look of the rider, as if to say, "Well? What are you going to do about this, hmm?"

Brown-eyes, sparkling and curious are framed by russet lashes matched to the tumbling fire-locks that twirl and twist to just below her shoulders. A dusting of freckles across her well-shaped nose and high cheeks are a contrast against her pearlescent skin. Her body is toned and limber and when she walks, it is with an unpracticed grace.

Of medium height, she is wearing a pair of oversize black trous held at the waist with a dark brown belt. The knees have bits of dust and gravel on them as if she had been kneeling on the ground. On her dark green knitted woolen vest, with mother of pearl buttons, she wears the trader's badge proudly over a frilly collared pristine white-brushed sisal blouse cut low and tapered to fit her snugly. She wears a pair of dark brown high boots made from a soft weyrhide. She is 15 Turns, 7 months, and 6 days old and has a small knot pinned to her shoulder, bearing the colors of High Reaches Weyr.

Rhi is a slim young woman. The golden hue of her skin and the streaks of blond throughout her brown hair are the result of spending large amounts of time in the water and sun of her home. The green of her eyes are rimmed by a circle of dark grey. She is 18 Turns, 7 months, and 27 days old.

The pants that she is wearing are tailored to flow gently down the legs. They are gathered at the ankles, ballooning slightly, to reveal her slender ankles, and bare feet. Several of her toes have silver rings on them, a delicate chain linking them together. A shirt of the same fabric as the pants finishes the outfit nicely, and is loosely tucked in at the waist. Practical clothes, yet still allowing her to both look and feel feminine. The deep green colourings highlight the background colour of her eyes. A knot of the blue and white of the Seacraft is proudly worn on her shoulder, signifying her position as Headwoman. She wears a fine silver necklace. (+detail Rhi's necklace)

Her hair falls in gentle waves to her waist, the golden streaks much more prominent now, than they usually when she has her hair pulled back. Unbound and untamed, it has a will of its own as evidenced by the frequency with which it creeps around and onto her face..
Carrying:
Dimity
Rhi's notebook
look K'nan

Now mature, this rider has lost nothing to age save for a scattering of grey threads mingled with the light brown of the rest of his hair, all of it held back and tied with a piece of hide to keep it from his face and being a burden during flight. Perhaps there's a few more laugh lines in his handsome face around those eyes, as sky-blue and warm as the first day he arrived, but his smile comes as easy and readily as it ever did.
Midnight black leather encompasses K'nan's muscled legs, hugging them tight as they lead your eye over his lower half. Catching the light, a violet undertone plays along the surface of the leather, whispering its soft caress over K'nan's skin. The pants are sliced up both sides, then laced back together with thick black cord. A glimpse of flesh shows between the lacing, and nothing else.
His upper body is clothed in a black shirt of hugging knots, all joined together to form a mesh like material. These tiny knots hide most of his lean stomach from view, but catching the right light, the knots take on an almost translucent appearance, teasing your eyes before he turns away. The shirt has no sleeves, and his tanned arms are there for clear viewing. A small lavender and white label inside the neckline of the shirt and the waistband of the pants marks this as one of Katlynn's creations.

Sinea gulps largely and turns sad brown eyes to Rhi as if to ask for help. She sighs and starts to make little piles. She can't seem to help herself as she color coordinates each pile. Reds, and there are a lot of reds go in one pile, black in another and the whites in even another. At one point she stands in the middle of all the piles holding something see through. She looks confused as to where to put it so she puts it in a little pile by itself. When she is done she scans the courtyard to make sure her mission is completed.

Faced with the searing wrath of the laundry-bearing woman, what could a greenrider do? K'nan's expression is split by the broad curve of his grin after a moment, and he lifts one eyebrow slightly before commenting casually: "Y'look lovely when you're all angry like that, Desstra." The dragon's neck arches, muzzle leaning down as she peers at the woman as well.

Rhi watches in near amazement as Sinea makes the piles, then stomps across to pick up the pile of red laundry, and tosses it at Desstra. "Visitors to the hall count the same as having people round here do your work for you." she says casually to Dess. It is obviously the bone of some contention to the Headwoman and she stomps back over to Sinea, casting an apologetic look to the others in there.

"Of course I'm lovely! Do you know how much -work- goes into my morn--GASP!" Dess is hit by a flurry of red undergarments, and her green eyes go round in shock as her breath expels from her all at once. Suddenly, that little face turns bright red, her brows knitting inward, her little mouth puckered to a thin line, and she actually stomps a food on the cobblestone. "That is IT! YOU!" And she whirls, snatching up two handfuls of red underpants and storming after Rhi, "Are the most VILE! MEAN! WICKED wench I have ever laid eyes on!" Each shouted word is punctuated by tossed laundry, pelting the headwoman as she wobbles after her as fast as she can.

K'nan's eyebrow tics upwards even higher at the sudden challenge from the other, and as Veyath withdraws slightly with a quiet rumbling he soothes her with a touch; leaning his tall, muscular frame back against the green's leg and folding both arms across his chest to watch the happenings.

Sinea gasps at the sight and tries to hide behind the large pile of black undergarments. They only come to her knees but she wishes herself to be invisible. And maybe she is as her eyes flick from Dess to Rhi. Her curls bounce at each punctuated shout Dess levels at Rhi and she fights the urge to go and retrieve each red garment and replace them back into their own neat pile.

Snowball comes down the trail from Tillek Hold.
Snowball has arrived.

Snowball(#17793MVaep)
A plump little grey white mare pony, snowball has a straggly white mane and soulful brown eyes. Her ears are up and her expression is alert. Snowball slightly overweight and looks like she could use some exercise. Her nose is soft and velvety. Her hooves are neatly trimmed and shod, her tail long and swishy. Her ears prick up and she looks towards you as you regard her.
Snowball is 3 Turns, 3 months, and 18 days old.
Carrying:
Wendelle

Blinking as the pile of red lands on her head, and around her on the ground. Rhi takes a deep breath and turns slowly, picking a particularly skimpy piece off her head as she does so. She has to have some decorum here after all.. "Mean.. sometimes, Wicked.. if provoked enough, and you certainly know how to do that, don't you? But -wench-??" She moves a step closer on each word until she's almost face to face with the protagonist. "Which one of us is fasted? And which was exiled?"

Sinea is standing behind a pile of neatly stacked black undergarments.
Wendelle swings off Snowball's back, pausing to pat the little runner's nose as he brushes the trail dust from his clothes. "Keroon's Duties!" He calls to the assembled folks. "Any Seacrafters here?"

Dess simply splutters, blinking furiously at Rhi as her hands clench into fists.. something she's never quite done before. "You.. You.. /DARE/ to speak ill of /ME/ when /YOUR/ would-be husband has yet to be /seen/?! Perhaps he buys you the wool skirts, dear, but I wonder where the rest of his marks go!" Dess flairs back at the headwoman, red faced and trembling as she snatches a sheer, lacy bra off of her head.

A slight young boy in his teens, looking perhaps ten or twelve turns. Wendell is small and lithe, with delicate features and charming short brown hair in curls and ringlets. His green eyes are alight with mischief and interest, and his smile is impish and mischievous. Wendelle wears simple but nicely cut brown trous and a white tunic, and sturdy leather riding boots. His jacket, when he bothers to wear it, has the plain knot of a Keroon Hold resident..

Wendelle blinks at Des and Rhi, smiling in some puzzlement. "Say, what's all this understuff doing lying around? Won't it get dirty?"

K'nan, who's still leaning up against his lifemate and looking quite amused as he watches the goings on, glances over and raises one hand -- "Telgar's duties." He's not sure if there's any Seacrafters. For his part, he merely watches, and idly considers the underthings thrown about.

Sinea smiles weakly at Wendelle then points to Rhi. Her hands shake a little. "She's a Seacrafter I think or pretty close to one." She remembers her manners and offers, "Condiers Duties," to Wendelle.

Wendelle bows in courtly fashion to Sinea and K'nan, still holding onto the black lacy confection. "The lady seems a bit busy at the moment. I was hoping to arrange shipment of a load of wine to Keroon Hold for M'lady."

Rhi looks away briefly to offer a quick "Seacraft's Duties" ever the Headwoman and turns back to Dess, kicking another piece of clothing closer to it's owner. "-My- husband has certain responsibilities to fulfill around here... responsibilities that he doesn't try and shirk at every given opportunity. And he's not trying to buy everyone around the hall with our marks, unlike some people."

Dess takes a step closer to Rhi, her eyes narrowing as she gives the other woman a snide little grin. "Well, dear.. When you've /got/ them to spend, perhaps you'll know what to do with them!" she perks right back, lifting one brow with a satisfied tilt of her chin. Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she cocks one hips, standing in the middle of the flung laundry like the victor in some strange warzone. A toss of her head, and she reaches up momentarily to pat a few strands of fallen hair back into place with a delicate little -sniff-.

K'nan brings his hands together once, twice, and a third time in (sarcastic, probably) applause before they drop back to fold over his chest once more -- grinning broadly over at the woman in her dramatic victory pose.

Wendelle smiles and shrugs and picks up a few more of the undergarments, admiring them. "Who's your tailor?" he asks in an admiring murmur. "I should take a few o' these back to the girls at Keroon. They don't wear nothing half so... um.. interesting."

Sinea decides to try and stop this display. She steps forward and asks Dess, "Is class starting soon Ma'am Dess?" She steps over a pair of pink baby porcine slippers and starts to gather the red undergarments. "I can help you with getting this to laundry if you want." She still can't bear to look at all the panties and frilly things. She manages to flash a smile at Rhi and say, "Good day Ma'am," to her before collecting the clothing at her feet. When done, she stands between the two women. She notices this danger right off and then takes two steps back to get out of the line of fire.

Rhi grins at that, and looks over to the others standing round in a 'watch this' kind of look. 'When you've -got- them seems to be the key here." she says, taking a few little steps backwards in order to get a better look at Dess when she give her some news. "I suppose that now would be the perfect time to mention that we've had word from your home, and you're to have no credit in their name. So -dear- Desstra. Whatever you have here, or whatever you've already squandered, is all you have unless you earn more. Now who would be able to find you a job around here?Oh! That'd be -me-!"

Wendelle blinks at this, and lowers his hand to his hip, looking concerned for Dess' sake. Ulp. Forgotten lacy underwear trails down his hip sinuously.

Dess's mouth drops open, her eyes staring sightlessly ahead of her for a moment as if the world has just gone ablurr.. she wobbles, steps backwards, then forwards, and finally stares about herself, crushed. Although Sinea has done an excellent job of gathering them up, stains are still sunk into the lace and satin here and there, the sisal positively ruined by the blotch of grease they landed in. A slow breath is drawn in, then slowly expelled, and another drawn in as slowly she turns a curled, slightly mad grin on the headwoman. "Oh.. have you now?" she whispers, all too quietly. A step is taken forward, the delicate *clop* of her platformed sandal falling on the cobblestone."Well.. -Rhi-... I happen to have acquired a job on Audrin's vessel." She chuckles, letting her head fall back slightly as the dark sound roils forth. "Which means.. not only have you ruined my things.. but I don't /need/ your help. Which means.. I don't /need/ to be kind to /you/ you wherry headed wench!" The last words echo from her lips on a shrill note, and she lunges towards the headwoman, climpity-clopping as fast as she can with arms outstretched. She's furious.. and unless she's fast, the headwoman's in trouble.

As much as K'nan'd love to watch the two tear at each other.. as one lunges for the other, he at last pushes himself off away from his dragon and barks out, "Desstra! Headwoman! That's enough, both of you!" It's doubtful he'll be listened to, unfortunately.

Rhi's grin fades pretty quickly as Dess lunges and she steps quickly backwards, looking over at the call from the rider, her feet unfortunately find themselves caught up in a particularly lacy pair of panties and she lands with a loud thump on her backside in the dust.

Wendelle winces. "Ooh, that's gotta hurt."

Sinea steps back even more and looks towards the greenrider when he shouts at the two women. In doing that she misses Rhi tripping and looks back to see her on the ground. She shrieks loudly, "Shards! Dess decked the headwoman!" She covers her mouth which is wide with shock and amazement. She runs to go help Rhi to her feet.

Unfortunately, Dess is a little too fast, and before the other girl can get to the headwoman, she's bearing down on her. Her hair has fallen from it's stick, and whips about her face in the breeze, giving the green eyed woman a somewhat wild look as she shouts, "You lummox! You mean wicked woman! You are positively heartless and I hate you!" She's crying now she's so mad, and that only makes her more angry -- thus it is that when she stumbles, it's hardly unexpected.. One platformed sandal knocking over the other, the wide toes giving no help to the already bad situation, the prim woman tumbles forward and lands on Rhi with a heavy "OH!". Entangled with the other woman, she lets out a sound of pure indignation and begins flailing out at the headwoman with open-handed slaps, her fingers trying to find purchase in that dark hair of hers.

A heavy sigh passes the greenrider's lips, and it's with a long stride that he marches along over towards the suddenly-complex tangle of limbs and bodies; just shaking his head as he tries to figure out where he can reach in to pull them apart. "Ladies, ladies..!"

Wendelle says "Youch." Wendelle glances at K'nan. "You're the rider." he points out. "You're used to hazard." Nevertheless the brave stablehand steps forward to take hold of some part of the tangled women in order to separate them."

Sinea is at a lost as to what should be done as she barely is able to get out of the tumble herself. When Dess tumbles she nearly takes Sinea down, but the girl trips anyways and lands hard on her hip. She "Yeows!" loudly and scrambles backwards like a spiderclaw to make sure she is not caught by a slap or fist. She leans over to one side and rubs her injured hip gently. She wants to say something but all she can do is go, "ow,ow,ow,ow."

Rhi is suddenly reminder of her childhood and is for probably the first time in her life, glad to have brothers. One hand comes up to be planted in the middle of Dess's forehead to try and keep her at bay, while the fingers of the other hand wind their way through her hair to give a forceful pull each time that she moves. "Lady! " she almost screams "She's no lady, coming in here and taking over everything." Legs go flying everywhere, though she tries not to kick the people nearby, as she tries to kick the heavy lump off the top of her. "And now you've hurt Sinea too" she says with another yank on the hair.

Wendelle tugs hard on whatever lady he's gotten hold of. Maybe that will help?

"YOU are one to speak!" Dess shouts back, having twisted her own fist in Rhi's hair and is doing her very best to yank it from the other woman's head. Her face screwed up even as she wails with every pull of her own, long hair, she grinds one knee into the headwoman's middle and tromps down with all her weight. "OH!" A flash of green eyes, worried for something other than herself for once, flash up towards Sinea - "oh Dear! Are you alrig---AAIIIEE!" Another yank to her hair brings her flopping back down atop the headwoman and she kicks out hard with one, clunky sandled foot, trying to regain her balance. Then.. something yanks on it.. and for some reason Dess just assumes Rhi has suddenly sprouted another arm or somehow gotten ahold of her. "LET ME GO!" she screams, kicking out harder than before while trying to get the nails of her free hand alongside Rhi's face, intent on raking them there.

K'nan's expression screws up in a grimace as the cat-fight begins to escalate -- and risking life and limb he waves into the entire mess, reaching out with muscled and bare arms that he just knows are going to be all clawed up to try and get between the two and tear them apart, "Girls! Stop acting like shardin' children!"

Meanwhile.. Dess' undergarments are scattered once more, this time being ground into the courtyard stone heavily by the squirming bodies.

Sinea recovers as she is young and gets to her feet. She gyrates her hips to get them working again. Once they are working she just stands back cause she now knows that these women will be done when they get done. Her eyes get a determined look. She shouts to the greenrider, "Water! Throw some water on them!" Yeah, let him do it. He looks strong enough to fend them off when they turn on him.

Wendelle decides to let go, rubbing at his shin. "Youch." is his helpful comment.

Somehow, above Dess's caterwauling, Rhi hears them being called childish and momentarily ponders that before kicking out again. Giving a firm 'thump' to whatever is nearest she thinks quickly "Now was that Dess or not?" She calls out. "I won't stop until she's apologised. I am -not- a wench. and I do -not- want to be covered in water."

Wendelle saunters back to his pony and pulls a wineskin out of the saddle bag. He take a swig and offers it to Sinea. "Fancy some medicinal wine?"

Dess squirms about, trying to escape and land blows as she goes.. jabbing an elbow at the other woman's chin, she catches a knee to her own at just about the same time. Her teeth snapping together, she goes wide eyed in shock as pain rushes through her jaw, and rolls with a low groan off of Rhi, clinging to her injury. "S-she...It's..." Pulling her finger back, she notices spots of blood on them, and those green orbs actually cross. "Oh my." she can only whisper, before *swoon* she wilts away on a faint, her head lolling on the cobblestone.

Sinea glances quickly at Wendelle then the wineskin he holds. The girl practically shudders and is that a hint of green about her cheeks? She holds her stomach and shakes her head. "I don't think wine will help me." She jerks her head to the pair courtyard, "I think that when they are done, they will need it more than anyone here." She casts one more glance towards the wineskin and turns away to see Dess swoon. She adds to Wendelle, "See, I think they are in need right about now."

"Ow. Nay, lass, that was m'shin.." K'nan's efforts at separating the two are made easier as that slight flash of blood sends Desstra into a dead faint -- and he glances up at his lifemate for a moment before moving to make sure Rhi doesn't dive after her still. "A'ight! That's enough!"

Wendelle approaches Dess and kneels by her, slapping her face gently. Nope, she's out of it, He uncorks the wineskin and holds it under her nose like smelling salts. Maybe the odor will bring her around?

Rhi's hand come to hold her chin hard, Dess's elbow having found it's mark, and she nods solemnly to K'nan as she shuffles back a little to nurse her own wounds. She keeps half an eye on Dess though, she wouldn't put it past the woman to try and pull this stunt just for the added sympathy that she'd get. She calls over to Wendelle "You could bring that over here if you want. She can't drink it when she's like that anyway."

Wendelle says "That's true." He rises and hands the wineskin to K'nan, then stoops again and attempts to pick up Dess. "I think we better get her inside.""

Sinea leans against the pony and gives him a stroke as she watches the tumult come to an end. She looks over at Dess then leaves the pony's side and kneels down next to her. She sniff a little and asks, "Will she be alright?" She starts to take Dess' hand to give it a gentle patpat.

Dess's nose crinkles, then she sniffs, and finally she sneezes all over the extended wine skin, her eyes flinging wide as she sits up straight, her chin dribbling. "-What- is -That-?!" she stares at the lad, then at the wineskin, then over to Rhi. And it all comes back, her hand flinging to her chin, her eyes going wide. "You just stay over there you..you...brutish woman!" she flusters heatedly.

Sidanna wanders in, dragging with her a stuffed runner and a wide-eyed stare beneath haystack hair. She seems a little lost at the moment, all cute and slightly scared about the face.

Wendelle shrugs and smiles at Dess. "Way I remember it, you started it."

K'nan's hand reaches out and drops down onto Dess's shoulder with a warm and quite firm presence. "I think," he says with an arched eyebrow and an authoritarian tone, "We've had jus' about enough fighting for t'day, eh lass?"

Sidanna gasps and looks pale, although that might be hard to spot given the hour and her complexion. "What...what is it?" She looks across at Rhi. "You done hurted yourself?"

Rhi starts to nod at Wendelle's comment, and brings the other hand up to rub at her head, checking to see if all her hair is still attached. She winces occasionally as another bruise makes itself known, but tries to smile at the little as she answers quietly "No, I didn't hurted myself. That nasty old lady over there hurted me."

Sidanna comes over to Rhi and looks askance at Dess. "She did?" she shivers. "It's all bloody. I don't like blood. Why did she do that, then?" she peers up at Rhi and blinks a few times, worried

Wendelle says "I think someone called someone else a w... well, a bad name.""

Sinea sits back away from Dess, She notices the small child and acks! Even though the clothes have been smushed and grounded into the oil of the courtyard, she leaps and dashes about collecting the various undergarments that are still not fit to be shown to a child. Especially the now dirt covered thong/lacy/see through item the she holds high in her hand. She stuffs it in her arms and soon she is staggering under the weight of all the laundry. Her muffled voice asks Dess from behind the mountain of lingerie, "Where do you want these to go Dess?" She manages to peek a look at Rhi to make sure she's ok and sighs again under the weight.

Wendelle still holds some spectacular black lacy female undergarments, forgotten in his hand. He wipes his brow and glances at them in surprise.

"Unhand me this instant." Dess growls up at the rider, shrugging off his hand as she reaches up to gently cup a hand beneath her dripping chin. Her eyes are vividly green with emotion and she too begins to explore her bumps and bruises. A frown is flashed at Rhi as she makes it out to seem all her fault, and she arches a brow at Wendelle. "I did -not- start it.. /Someone/ threw the first load of my things about the courtyard." Again, that pointed look towards the headwoman. "Furthermore.. little lovely, and oh my arn't you just lovely!" Dess pauses a moment to look Sidanna over, then straightens her shoulders and tries to regain some dignity. "I did not injure Rhi.. We injured /each other/." About to say more, Sinea's voice rises behind her, and she turns to peer at the girl with a faint smile, some of her ire lost. "Oh dear, but you're such a wonder. If you don't mind, dear, just to Master Benraks ship? I shall have to tend them carefully.. And perhaps we can still start on your pigmentation today. Goodness knows I'll need some." She fingers a bruise across one cheek with a sigh.

The little girl looks a little saddened then "I's not happy with fighting. Fights is for bad people, mummy says." She hugs her stuffed runner tighter, and lets her eyes flick around the area, drinking in the scene. She looks at Dess and then says, in a very small voice. "You won't hit me will you?"

Rhi gives Dess a dark look then turns back to Sidanna "I'll hit her again if she tried anyway." The corner of her mouth starts to lift as she realises exactly how many colours Dess's face is going to be in a day or so, and she can't help but be amused by the thought. "I think that you'll have more than enough hues to choose from without adding any to them, Dess."

Sinea coughs towards Wendelle as she makes her way to Master Benrak's boat. She manages to make her way past the rider, dragon and little trader miss without dropping a thing.

Wendelle hands Sinea a few more lacy things absently.

Sidanna moves in closer to Rhi. She shakes a little. "You sure?" Squeeze, squeeze she goes on the runner, then raises her face to look at Rhi. Her eyelids flutter. Now, perhaps that was going just a little too far, even by her standards

"Hit..hit you?!" Dess flusters at the small child, blinking rapidly as if she doesn't quite understand what's being asked. "Of course I won't hit you.. Don't be ridiculous. Now that nasty woman over there.." she trails off with a shrug of her shoulders, patting around to find an utterly ruined bikini top to press to her chin. A smirk is shot Rhi's way, and she smiles all too sweetly. "Now dear.. don't sell yourself short. I'm sure I'll look no worse than you on a good day." she sing-songs, one brow arched high.

Rhi all but pokes her tongue out rather than answer, but she sits herself up and starts to sort herself out a little, straightening her hair out and picking at a seam that has started to come apart. on her shirt.

Wendelle smiles graciously at Dess. "Ma'm, I seem to remember you were leaving? Perhaps you'd like to climb aboard my pony an' I'll lead you, cos I wouldn't want you walking if your like to faint again."

Dess sniffles softly, the pain in her temples where Rhi clunked her a good one and the sharp needlepricks in her chin wearing her down. She's /never/ been in a brawl.. never been injured so much so fast.. and this is just a bit much for her. "Thank you, dear.. that would be quite appreciated." She gives Rhi a nasty little look before clambering carefully, and rather unsteadily, to her feet and stepping towards the pony with a soft cluck of her tongue.