Soranda, Delan and Rulana's Room(#18734RAJL)
Several muted tapestries on the walls and a huge round rug of thick dark blue wool on the grey stone floor relieve the severity of this cavern. A fireplace is tucked at the back wall, it's low hearth made of slabs of the same grey stone as walls and floor and the mantle, a wide slab of dark weathered ship's timber, holds a collection of odds and ends gathered by the children who occupy this room. A small rocker and low table sit in front of the fireplace and a pile of large pillows is stacked nearby.
Side-by-side against one wall, are two neatly made cots, a press at the foot of each, a low table between them holding a basket of glows. Across the room, pushed sideways against the opposite wall, is another cot. This one, however, is half-hidden beneath a makeshift drapery of several blankets and quilts, as if the owner were in need of some privacy, and clothing spills haphazardly from the low press at the foot.
Contents:
Soranda's Cot(#8954AMe)
Delan's blanket-fort(#16722Je$)
Obvious exits:
Inner Cavern

Rulana creeps out of her cot and over into Soranda's. Her cold feet seeking warmth as she tries to wake her sister. "Sora.." she whispers, trying to ensure that they don't wake up Delan for a 'girly' chat. "Sora.." she hisses louder now to be heard above the sisterly snoring. "Will you wake up???"

Soranda mumbles something in her sleep and rolls over to snuggle with her sister....wha?....she yawns widely,"'atchya'ant..?"

Rulana starts to shake Soranda awake a little more, before deciding against it.. "Not what I want.. more what you want." She says, grinning widely before continuing."I want information... about...." a dramatic pause, then..." I'sai." before she snuggles in as if she's said nothing out of the ordinary, and wraps more than her fair share of the furs about her.

Soranda starts out of a dead sleep, suddenly wide awake in the dark. It seems her heart thumps a bit harder at the mention of That Name but...no, not really....surely it's not even noticeable. She clears her throat softly and mumbles into the other girl's shoulder,"Who?"

"You gave him your sketches." Rula chuckles. "And you're been muttering his name in your sleep, whether you realise it or not. Of course., I could tell you what else you've said about him, but that wouldn't be charitable. Me being the -nice- sister that I am." She makes to fall asleep then, comfortable and warm again. "But you woudn't know -who- I'm talking about, would you?"

Busted. Sora groans silently. The missing sketchbook. Oh shards. She snuggles a little closer, seeking the warmth of Rulana's back and yawns again. Cover this, think fast, say...what? "Oh. That. Didn't give it to him s'much as the dragon." There. Short and sweet.

Rulana snorts "You may not have noticed, Sora, but beside most of those dragon pictures, except for the ones that were all cut up, there's a certain rider that seems rather well detailed."

Soranda mmmmmmmms sleepily,"Lovely creature, he is too. I'm goin' to have a gown made that is *'zactly* that color, for the next gather."

Rulana mmmmms in echo "Rather a nice specimen indeed, not to my taste of course. You're going to have a gown mde skin colour?" she can't help but tease, not If you wnted to attract his attention, that would indeed be one way to do it."

Soranda starts up from beneath the furs. "*Skin* colored?! *What* are you *talking* about, Rula?? Not *skin* colored. *Hide( colored. The same color as *Taralyth's* hide." She flops back, awake now, and stares at the curved ceiling of the cavern. The fire has died to embers, but the room hasn't taken such a chill that it's uncomfortable and this oldest of the siblings dreams of the gown a weaver will make for her, one that shimmers in the light, as Taralyth does.

"But..." Rula tries not to giggle. "I'sai doesn't have hide. He's got a hide jacket, and pants.." she pauses, sister or not, and mmms thoughtfully. "Tight pants at that that might look like hide, but still.." after all, she didn't get as close on this last visit as Sora did. "But he's definately not green, not unless you made him sick with something that you served him."

Soranda giggles suddenly, softly, the thought of a green rider on a bronze dragon striking her as truely humorous. "*Not* I'sai, Rulana. *Taralyth*. I want a gather gown *that* color....that wonderful, indefinable color." The sigh that ruffles the furs is quiet. "They haven't been here in a long while." comes the almost inaudible statement.

Rulana snorts, then giggles quietly "I think that if you think about it, you'd realise that it's not just Taralyth that you like anymore." She turns her head around quickly, to gauge Sora's reaction, then just as quickly back again. "I was watching you you know, when he was here last time. The colours of red that you were going, I'd never have guessed that there were that many!" Yep, I think that a skin coloured dress is much more appropriate, though what that would do to the rest of them wherever you wore it.." She trails off, imaginig it, then stifles more giggling. "Mum would have a fit, she'd lickely lock you in here until your thirtieth turnday."

Soranda silently rolls to attack her sister beneath the covers, a quiet but ferocious tussle, trying to make Rula laugh, long fingers seeking ribs. Hissing, still trying mostly, to not wake their male counterpart, she tickles, insisting with her I'm The Oldest attitude,"Do *not* *say* that! That is *not* true!"

Rulana acks, and wriggles round trying not to make too much noising and issuing both "Shhhhh" and "Stop it' commands over and over, as she tries to gain a breath sans tickling. "I will say it." She says finally having wriggled -just- out of the way. "Becuase it's true, and if you just thought about it, then you'd admit it." A look of victory then, they whole 'twin", alright "triplet' thing coming into effect. "You know that I know you just as well as you do,and you'd know if -I- like soeone wouldn't you?"

As suddenly as she attacked, Sora leaves off, falling back to snuggle against her sister, sighing,"Well, just don't go 'round *saying* it, anyway. I don't know..."

She considers the rider in question,"Really, for so long, it was only the dragon." She head turns on the pillow, towards Rula,"He thinks of me as about ten turns old, you kow, anyway so it's not as if..." Her shrug is felt more than see,"...he'd even be more than just polite." A quiet pause,"He *is* very polite, don't you think?"

Rulana nods slowly "He's supposed to be, though I haven't spoken with him in ever so many turns really. Not like you." She can't resist adding this, though it's not quite in the same teasing tone as before, and she tries to think. "You could send him a note you know, to get your sketches back, cause you said that he was going to bring them back, and he still hasn't. Seeing as they are yours and all, and he's had them for so long, he'd probably bring them back himself."

Sora considers her sister's suggestion in the silence of the ember-lit room. Red head turns on the pillow to regard her mirror image, the bed moving as she shakes her head in the negative. "Mum'd *kill* me, if she caught me doing something like that! I'm not writing *anyone* *any* notes. I've got another book, anyway, and....well, maybe it got lost or something and he doesn't want to say." She repeats,"I'm sure not asking about it though."

From across the room, a male voice grumbles,"*Will* you two *shut up* and let me sleep??" Delan has little patience for this sort of thing and he yaaaaaaawns noisely, a rude insinuation. "Gab tomorrow, will ya?" There is the recognizeable thump of a shoe being thrown in their direction and silence reigns again, the sisters falling asleep tangled together beneath the covers.