[This post was written jointly by Katrina, Dana, and Arlene]


[Day 9 - evening]  

  {Hey, dimwit, c'mere.} 

{What do you want, fathead?}

  {Can you believe what that old Iris did to me?  Just because I accidentally 
knocked her down while you and I were playing?}
 
{She's so stuffy, she's a real pain.  But I splashed her good at the beach!}

  {You did?  Good for you!  Can you help me get her again?} 

{Oh, anytime, fathead, ANYTIME!}

  {I just haven't been able to come up with a really good idea yet.  I'd like 
to sit on her, but I don't know.  That doesn't seem good enough.} 

{Well...it does lack a certain flair, y'know?}

  {There has to be something that will get her really good. }

{But you have no idea what?}

  {Something that will make her look really foolish, like she tried to do to 
me.}

{Well, she did look pretty foolish, tripping over you like that.}

Selene beamed.  {She did, didn't she?} 

{Hey, is she going to be there tomorrow to try and show us up again?}
        
  {Likely.  And since she's older than we are, she'll probably get to go 
first,} she groused. 

{What if she never got off the ground?}

  {She's too good a flier - and if you ever repeat that I'll deny it until my 
last breath - to not get off the ground.} 

{Even if she was tied down?  And I heard nothing.}

  {How could she be tied down?  The humans would never do that.} 

{Can't be that hard to do, can it?}

  {You were the one who thought you could pick locks, and look how far you 
got with that.} 

{Er...hmm.  You might have a point - but you DON'T have a better idea!}

  {What if she stepped in something really sticky?} 

{Like what?}

  {What about that stuff humans use for breakfast sometimes?  My rider says 
it makes her fingers sticky.} 

{What?  The oatmeal?}

  {Maybe, but I was thinking of the stuff they put on it.} 

{My rider doesn't put stuff on it....  What does yours do?}

  {She puts this thick, dark stuff from a holder on it.} 

{Ok, but how do we get any?  They've really locked the kitchen now.}

  {I got past the lock the last time.}

{Only sort of.  And I think they fixed that, too - just in case.}

  {If we could think of a good reason for needing it, maybe your rider would 
get it for us.} 

{Oh no, Gus is still mad at us for last time.  Think we could get Bakke to 
get it for us?}

  {He still thinks we're going to eat him.} 

{The place they eat is bigger than the kitchens....  Think they leave those 
holders on the tables?}

  {That's how I know about them.  I've seen them there.} 

{I bet I could fit in there, anyway.}

Selene looked him up and down appraisingly.  {Yes, you look puny enough to 
fit.} 

{Puny, eh?  Insult me and maybe I won't help you after all....}

  {I'm just getting even for all the times you've called me fat.  And I am 
NOT fat!} 

{Sure, sure.  You're not fat...your butt's just too big to get into the 
eating place.}

  {There's just more of me to love.} 

Loki chuckled softly.  {Is that it?}

  {You know it!} 

{Ok, so show me these holders, then.}

Loki slipped into the shadows at the edges of the warren and sidled toward 
the Dining Hall.

Selene lumbered after him, barreling into him when he drew to a stop.

{Careful, fathead. You flatten me and we'll never manage this.}

  {Next time, don't stop so suddenly, then, dimwit.  How am I supposed to 
know what you're going to do?} 

{Try paying attention - and while you're at it, get off my tail.}  Loki 
peered into the dining hall.

Selene drove her foot more firmly onto Loki's tail before moving off of it.  
{What do you see?}

{Stars from the pain in my tail.}  Loki carefully craned his head around the 
corner, making sure the hall was empty before stepping slowly forward.

Selene closely shadowed him, angling her neck over his shoulder.  {Is there 
any of that stuff here?}

{Which ones are the holders?}

She looked carefully around the room.  {Those cup-like things on that table 
back there.}  She tossed her head in that direction. 

{Ok, you stay here and watch for anyone coming.}  With that, Loki curled his 
tail tight around his body and began delicately weaving his way through the 
tables to where the pitchers were. 

Selene looked around for any leftover food.  {Why did they have to put all of 
the food away?} she grumbled.  {I'm still hungry from my rider under feeding 
me tonight.  She was punishing me for what happened with Varaenna's rider.} 

{You deserved it,} Loki snickered from the back of the room.

  {Did not!  I really was worried.}

Cradling one of the large pitchers in his front claws, he made his careful 
way back to Selene.  {Now what?}

  {Now we have to hide it until tomorrow, dimwit.  If anyone sees it, we're 
done for.} 

{Then you'd better let me deal with it.  You haven't the brains.}

  {I've got brains enough to come up with this idea in the first place.} 

{Didn't have enough brains to watch out for Iris's tail, though.}  Even as he 
taunted, Loki was slipping back through the shadows towards the barracks.

  {I only needed you for your runty little body.  And at least I didn't crash 
land like some dragons I could mention.}  She followed him back out the way 
they'd come.
 
{At least I didn't have any trouble lifting MY fat butt off the ground.}  
Loki shoved the pitcher into Selene's arms.

Selene's expression turned mournful, remembering how worried she'd been that 
she wouldn't be able to fly.  She barely held on to the pitcher as a wail 
threatened to erupt. 

{No, no, don't start crying - everyone will come running and how would we 
explain that?}  Loki indicated the pitcher with a wave of his snout. {You 
flew really well...for a fathead.}

{I'm not crying,} she sniffed.  {You flew well, too, except for that 
dim-witted landing.  I'll bet it will go much better tomorrow, though.} 

{Yes!} Loki nearly crowed in jubilation.  {Tomorrow we take our riders!}

  {Just be careful you don't dump yours off your back.} 

{No chance.  Gus will know what to do.}

  {Not as well as Lainie.  She's warrenborn.}

{Doesn't matter.  My Gus will be fine.  Besides, lighter than your Lainie.}

  {He has to be for a runt like you.  Lainie will be easy for me to carry.} 

Loki chuckled.  {I can't wait!}

  {I can't wait for that, but I'm almost as anxious to get back at Iris.  
Where should we put this stuff?}  She held up the pitcher of molasses.

{Hmm.  Is there anyone in the barracks?}

  {Let's see if we can find out without attracting any attention.} 

{We do live there, I'll just walk on in.}

  {Ok, I'll wait outside, then.}

{Fewmets!  Seroth and his rider are in here.}

Selene leaned over to set the pitcher down in the shadows at the side of the 
barracks.  It hit the ground with a clatter. 

{Shhh!}

  {This isn't as easy as the riders make it look, you know,} Selene hissed 
back. 

{Just be quiet and do something to get these two out of here!}

Selene made a throaty growl that was almost a purr.  Seroth's head came up 
like a shot, his eyes darting toward the doorway. 

{You can't be serious!}

Seroth trotted to the threshold.  

  {It's working, isn't it?} 

{He can't be dumb enough to think you're rising, can he?}

  {Let's find out....}  She emitted the growl again, unfurling her wings. 

Loki chuckled evilly.  {If his rider goes after yours, she'll lay him flat!}

  {She'd be more likely to lay him than your rider.} 

Loki nearly collapsed with laughter.  There was no way to explain the humor 
to Selene without blowing everything.  He could do nothing but howl in mental 
glee.

Selene didn't even notice his lack of response as Seroth made his way toward 
her, a quizzical expression on his face.  G'ret followed not far behind him. 

Loki tried to pull himself together as he watched the two wander out of the 
barracks.  Stifling spurts of giggling, he followed, reaching around the door 
to grab the pitcher.

Selene made as if to rise then turned with a gleam in her eyes.  {False 
alarm, I guess,} she told a disappointed Seroth. 

Loki snagged the pitcher and quickly withdrew back into the shadows of the 
barracks.  He slid the pitcher under the empty bunk nearest that of his rider 
and curled back up in his nest.

{Ok, it's done}

  {Good.  Now I just have to get rid of Seroth.}  The dragon was trailing her 
hopefully. 

Loki sniggered.  {That's not my problem.  Enjoy yourself.}

{Fat chance of that,} she snorted. 

Loki simply allowed his smug amusement to flow to her and curled up to get 
some sleep.

Selene made her way into the barracks, Seroth right behind, and a bemused 
G'ret bringing up the rear.  She deliberately stalked over to where Loki lay, 
insinuating herself as much as she could into his nest and snuggling up to 
him.  She glared back at Seroth, who hung his head and moved off. 

{Gee, I never knew you cared.}  Loki chuckled softly.  {Scooch over some, 
you're hogging the nest, and it IS mine.}

{And it just got much better with me in it.}  She scooched a bit to one side. 

{Well, it got more crowded, certainly.  Ah, thanks.}  Loki twined his neck 
with hers.  {Hush, now, so I can sleep.}

Resting her cheek against him, she closed her eyes and slept soundly.

****

[Day 10 - morning]

The dragons gathered into their usual half-circle, but the trainees, eager to 
have further details of the previous night's adventures, gathered in a tight 
cluster around the three battered and bruised riders.   

Elly was sporting a large contusion on her cheek that extended around her 
right eye, while the bandage on her chin covered the half-dozen stitches 
needed to close the knife slash.

Gus's right eye was swollen shut and surrounded by a rainbow of colors.  A 
small line of stitches at the corner of her eye completed the disreputable 
portrait. 

Corwin's face was equally bruised, and his knuckles were badly skinned.

All in all, they more closely resembled barroom brawlers than dragonrider 
trainees. 
Gus carefully worked her way towards the back of the group, trying to say as 
little as possible.  Thankfully, Lainie appeared to have learned not to 
touch.   

Lainie watched Gus move off from the corner of her eye, studiously avoiding 
looking at him directly.  His rudeness of the day before had certainly put a 
damper on her feelings toward him.  Not that she wasn't still grateful he'd 
rescued her, she just didn't appreciate his attitude.  She was sorry about 
his eye, though.  It certainly looked painful.

Elly, meanwhile, was fighting her increasingly ardent feelings toward Corwin. 
 In spite of what had happened between them in the last day, she really 
didn't know him well.  Her head told her to take things slowly.  The rest of 
her seemed to be ignoring that sage advice.

First Elly, then Corwin, shared their roles in the escapade, drawing 
astonished gasps from the listeners.

Then Corwin sought out Gus.  "Gus!  You were there, too!  C'mon, lad!  Share 
your side of the story!"  Corwin thumped him good-naturedly on the back.

Gus shifted quickly out of the sailor's reach.  "Aint much to tell.  Heard 
the noise and went and got beat up."  She grinned disarmingly and edged 
backwards. 

Corwin wouldn't let him get away with that.  "Aw, now who is modest?  You 
took on one all by y'self!  Laid him out flat!  How'd you learn to do that?" 

Gus suddenly smiled.  "Gotta survive somehow.  Taint hard, I can show you 
sometime - just not on my arm." 

Corwin grinned, backing off a bit. 

G'ret had listened avidly and now loudly protested that he hadn't had a 
chance to prove his own mettle.  Gus snorted in disgust.  "If I look like 
this after fightin' 'em," she gestured at her eye, "you wouldna stood a 
chance." 

****

While the combatants related the tale, the two dragon conspirators seized 
their opportunity.

{I sneak better than you, so you distract her and I'll pour.}

  {Ok, as soon as you're done I'll get her over here.}

  {Hey, Iris!  How's your rider this morning?  She doesn't look so good.}       

{No, she doesn't.}  Iris looked at her rider in concern.

Loki waited until the larger blue's attention was fixed on Elly before 
slipping noiselessly up beside Selene.  Careful not to spill on himself, he 
poured the thick black liquid from the pitcher into a neat puddle and 
camouflaged it with a few well placed kicks of dirt.

Then he backed well away and waited for the entertainment.

{It's done.}

He tossed the pitcher sideways and tried to look innocent.

Selene murmured sympathetically before proposing, {I was just wondering, 
Iris, if you could you show me how you take off so well?  Why don't you come 
stand right here beside me so I can try to do just what you do?} 

  {There,} she told Loki, {that ought to butter her up enough.}

{Lovely.}  

Iris walked over to stand next to Selene, but when she tried to take off, 
nothing happened. 

Loki carefully smothered a snigger and strove to maintain his innocent facade.

Iris spread her wings wider and tried to run forward.  She didn't budge.  She 
looked around to see what was holding her back.  

{Selene?  Are you doing something to keep me from flying?}  She eyed the 
young dragon suspiciously. 

Selene was all innocence as she replied, {I'M not doing anything, Iris.} 

Gus peered at the floundering blue and slowly turned her gaze to her own 
dragon, looking far too innocent for belief.  {What did you two do?} she 
accused.

{Uh-oh.  Um, fathead?  I think we have a problem....}

  {I don't have a problem.  I didn't do anything.} 

{Yeah, right.  If you think I'm taking all the heat on this one, you're 
dumber than you look!}

  {At least I'm better looking than you are.  And who's the dimwit?}            

Loki turned to Gus with an attempt at an ingratiating smile - a truly hideous 
sight filled with dragon teeth.  Gus glowered and began a deliberate, angry 
march towards him.

{Gus will tell Lainie, fathead.  Try and get away with it now!}

  {She'll know you were the instigator and that I was the innocent you 
dragged into your fiendish plan.} 

{Ha!  MY rider doesn't use the black stuff - where would I have gotten the 
idea?}

  {She won't worry about that.  She wouldn't put anything past you.} 

{Gee, not too bright, is she?}

  {She is so!  She's just not as wicked as you and your rider.}

{Wicked??}  Loki rose up on his haunches in a howl.  {Don't you insult my 
rider!}

{Ah, gods, what are you howlin' about?} Gus scolded.  

{She called you wicked.}

{So?}

{Gus doesn't seem to mind being called wicked.}  Loki's mind voice was 
puzzled.  {Isn't it supposed to be a bad thing?}

  {Gus is too wicked to notice.  I'm just telling it like it is.  If you 
can't stand the truth, you can go slither off.} 

{Fine, see if I feed you anymore!}

  {You never feed me, greedy!} 

{Who found you the kitchen and that food, fatso?}

Selene was quiet for a moment.  {That was a good one,} she conceded 
grudgingly.  {I do wish you wouldn't call me fat,} she added softly. 

{Oh, all right, fathead.  But no more cracks at Gus.  Leave my rider out of 
it.}

  {Ok, I'll save all my cracks for you, dimwit.}

{Yeah, yeah, big deal.}  

****

While Loki and Selene were bickering, Iris realized she needed help.

{Rider!} Iris called out in dismay.  {I'm stuck!} 

{{What do you mean "stuck"?}} 

{I can't take off - or even lift my legs,} she complained. 

Elly strode quickly to Iris's side to investigate.  A rapid perusal revealed 
nothing out of the ordinary. 

On closer inspection of Iris's feet, she discovered the problem.  The smell 
of molasses rose in the morning air. 

{{How in the world did you end up standing in molasses?}} 

{Molasses?  What's that?} 

{{The sticky stuff you're standing in.}}

Gus glowered at her dragon.  She'd have put him in a headlock, but he had 
grown too tall.  "Is she hurt, Elly?"  {You better pray she aint, lizard!}

"No, Gus, she's fine.  She's just stuck in a puddle of molasses.  I'd just 
love to know how it ended up on the training field." 

{Molasses?  Where'd you get -?  No, I don't wanna know.}  "I'll go get some 
water and a brush."  Gus turned and headed off.

****

In the meantime, Selene had sidled off in Lainie's general direction. 

Lainie had seen that studiously innocent expression in Selene's face before 
and was not any more easily fooled this time. 

{{All right.  Spill it.  I know you were involved in this.}} 

  {It wasn't me.  It was Loki.} 

{{And just how do you KNOW it was Loki?  Do you expect me to believe he just 
came out and told you?}} 

Selene hung her head.  She wasn't anywhere near as good as Loki at getting 
out of a tight spot. 

{I can teach you,} Loki put in.

  {I was just so upset after she tripped me yesterday.}  The confession came 
spilling out.  {She spoiled my beautiful landing.} 

  {You save your own hide.  I'll handle this MY way.}  Selene began to moan 
and sob. 

{Not too heavy or you'll blow it.}

  {Trust me, I know what I'm doing.}

  {After I had all that trouble taking off, and then I was flying so 
perfectly and had that wonderful landing...and...and...she just ruined it!} 

{{I know, baby, that was totally uncalled for.}}  Lainie enfolded the 
snuffling dragon in her arms.  {{You're a wonderful flyer.  I was so proud of 
you.}} 

{Not bad,} crooned Loki appreciatively.

"Elly, I think Iris owes Selene an apology." 

"Iris owes SELENE?"  Elly looked at her sister as if she'd lost her mind. 

Gus returned with a bucket of soapy water just in time to hear this exchange. 
 Setting the bucket down - well away from possible combatants - she stopped 
to watch.

"Yes, for tripping her at training yesterday.  She really shouldn't have done 
that." 

"Honestly, Lainie, what's the matter with you?  You know she was only getting 
even for Selene crashing into her.  That was a lot worse than what Iris did." 

"Elly!  Iris tripped Selene on purpose.  Selene's was an accident." 

"Sure it was!" she retorted sarcastically.  

Gus grinned briefly, masking it swiftly.  She inched her way around and began 
to brush away the molasses from Iris.  It was a sticky, dirty mess.  {Damn, 
are you in for it now!}  Loki cringed.

"Are you really trying to say it was her fault?  How dare you?" 

"I dare tell you the truth, which is more than Selene is doing, I'll bet." 

The sisters were standing nearly nose to nose at this point, glaring at each 
other. 

Lainie clenched her fists to keep from striking out. 

"Don't even think about it," Elly ground out.  "You may be taller, but even 
hurt from last night's ordeal, I can still take you down." 

Gus finished with one foot.  {Tell her to put it here on the grass so it 
doesn't get sticky again.}  While Loki relayed the message, Gus moved on to 
the next foot.  After last night, Elly was likely still a bit edgy - Lainie 
was gonna regret choosing now to push her.

Lainie looked startled for a moment.  "I'm sorry, Elly," she said eventually. 
 "We shouldn't be fighting, especially after what you went through last 
night." 

Her apology went a long way toward diffusing their anger. 

"Easy ladies!"  Corwin stepped up and flashed them both one of his winning 
smiles. 

"Oh, Corwin!  You startled me."  Elly turned toward him.  "I guess I was a 
bit oblivious." 

Gus finished with Iris's second foot and moved out of the way to let her set 
it down away from the sticky black puddle.  {Tell Selene to get her rider 
over here, pronto!  This aint all my job.} 

{Rider, I think Gus is upset.  He wants you to help him.} 

"Look, it's Iris that needs your attention....  Why don't we go and help Gus 
get her cleaned up?"  Corwin suggested. 

Lainie reached over to take the brush from Gus.  "My turn now," she told him. 

"Damn straight," Gus muttered, handing over the brush.  

"Hey, you oughta be cleaning up your dragon's mess yourself," she snapped.

"Right, I cleaned up Loki's half - now you clean up Selene's!"

Gus moved quickly away from the scrubbing detail and headed straight to Loki, 
who was trying to make himself inconspicuous off to one side. 

"Don't try to drag Selene into this," she called to his retreating back.  
"Everyone knows what a delinquent Loki is!"

"Yeah, right - and anyone with a brain knows who his partner in crime is 
too!"  {You are one dead beast.}

Loki winced and circled away from Gus, backing toward the dubious safety of 
the other dragons.

Elly stood at Iris's head, murmuring soothing words that were a balm for her 
injured pride.

When a now-fuming Lainie lifted a foot on Iris's other side, the dragon 
wobbled precariously as her feet struggled to find purchase on the wet grass. 
 She went down in a heap, spraying diluted molasses in all directions. 
 
Voices rose in protest, as even G'ret and K'liam were sprayed.  Nor were the 
surrounding dragons spared from a drenching. 
 
Gus turned at the splatting noise to see her fellow-trainees get well soaked 
in molasses and water.  She grinned.  Too bad Jerram wasn't here yet.  Seeing 
her classmates drenched - and her dragon - was enough to start Gus chortling. 

{Thanks a lot.}  

{You deserved it!} 

Corwin, who had just put down one of Iris's feet, got covered from head to 
toe in the sticky mud.  {Well, my friend, looks like you'll get your wish to 
go swimming again, after all,} Corwin remarked to Sy.  Syngnath was jubilant 
at the prospect. 

Elly looked around at the chaos, shaking her head.  "Unbelievable!"

{Well, fathead, she does look foolish....} 
    
Selene chortled.  {She certainly does, dimwit.  Nice work.}

{Of course, so do you....} 

  {Might have known it would do no good to say anything nice to you,} she 
muttered, {wretched, self-absorbed, sneaky....} She sputtered trying to think 
of more ways to describe him.

{Oh, go take a bath!} 

Lainie was unsuccessfully trying to wipe the worst of the muddy water off of 
her when she realized a dry and un-spattered Gus was nearly doubled over with 
laughter. 

"Oh, you think this is really funny, do you?" 

Gus nodded; there was no way to speak through the laughter. 

"Yes, it's very funny," she agreed, leaning down to scoop up a handful of 
mud, "especially when you're muddy, too."  She tossed the mud ball in his 
direction, narrowly missing him. 

"Nice shot, Blondie." 

Elly took a direct hit on the side of her face. 

"Oh, VERY nice shot!" 

Elly whirled around to see where the missile had come from. 

Lainie's guilty expression spoke for itself. 

Rubbing her cheek to ease the sting, Elly used her free hand to gather a 
handful of mud herself. 

Gus took several deep breaths, stilling the giggling - at least for now.  She 
had to be ready to dodge. 

Lainie, quick to realize Elly's intent, turned to run - and sprawled headlong 
into the mud.  Hauling herself to her feet, slipping a bit as she did, she 
grabbed another clump of mud.

Her second pitch flew wide, striking G'ret in the chest. 

Gus set up a loud cheer for that toss, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. 

As Lainie and Elly both leaned down to get more mud, Corwin stepped in trying 
to stop the two women, only to find himself pelted from both sides with mud 
balls. 

"Oh beautiful!" Gus chorused, keeping Loki between her and the others. 

Corwin looked down at his mud-covered torso, frowning.  "You are BOTH going 
to pay for that one," and suddenly grinned, as he turned to go for one of the 
muddy buckets behind him.  Scooping large amounts of mud into the bucket, he 
ran after the nearest of the two girls...Elly, who dashed towards Gus....

G'ret glowered in Gus's direction and bent down to scoop up his own handful.  
"You are going to pay, streetrat!" he bellowed and took a running throw.  It 
was a beautiful pitch, dead on target - or it was until Gus ducked behind 
Loki, leaving the poor beast well splattered.  "Nice try, little boy, but you 
aint gonna get me!"  Gus grinned - this was even better than last night! 

Elly flew past Gus and tried to grab him from behind, intending to use him as 
a shield.  He easily side-stepped her, leaving Elly a clear target for 
Corwin's bucket of mud. 

Turning swiftly, Corwin scooped up another bucketful and headed off after 
Lainie, who squealed and ran behind Selene.  But Corwin doubled back around 
Selene and met Lainie, who was looking over her shoulder, head on.  "Ahem!"  
Corwin laughed, as he dumped that bucket on the surprised girl. 

"Yeah," Gus shouted.  "Nail 'em good, Corwin!" 

Lainie fizzled with laughter, enjoying the romp, even though she had mud 
covering every inch of her.  

Elly, a bit more restrained, eventually broke down herself.  After all it was 
only mud - and some molasses.  They'd wash. 

G'ret turned to follow Gus's avoidance of yet another mud missile and snarled 
in frustration. Dammit, was the streetrat born lucky?  Scooping up mud in 
both hands, he decided to take this battle onto the enemy's ground and began 
to chase after Gus. 
    
K'liam, seeing Gus escape getting hit once again, decided to remedy the 
situation.  He slipped in with a large handful, aiming for Gus, however just 
as he was about to throw, G'ret got in the way. 
"Not me!  Get him, you idiot!"  Dripping mud, G'ret continued his chase, more 
determined than ever. 

Gus circled away from G'ret, keeping a wary eye on the sisters as well, 
grinning and taunting. 

K'liam took up the chase, but just as he was closing in on Gus, Loki's tail 
snaked out and sent him sprawling head-first into the deepest of the mud. 

{Thanks, pal.}  

{Anytime.} 

K'liam stood up, shouting curses and throwing mud at the small dragon. 

Giggling mentally, Loki swished his tail through the mud, spattering not only 
his target but several others as well. 

Corwin, noticing that Gus was the only non-spattered participant, had filled 
an extra-full bucket and swung it in Gus's direction.  

Gus grinned. "You'll never catch me, old man!" 

Unfortunately the handle snapped, and the bucket sprayed Burne and his rider 
K'liam. 

Gus was still sniggering at the others when Jerram strode around the corner 
and stopped, aghast at the remains of his training group. 

At that moment, K'liam's return mud ball sailed wide, heading straight for 
Jerram.

[Tag, John - so does it hit him?]

****


Submitted jointly by Katrina, Dana, and Arlene

Gus and Loki, G'ret and Seroth

Elly and Iris, Lainie and Selene

Corwin and Syngnath, K'liam and Burne