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Date: 5/19/2001
File Size: 193K
Copyright: The World of Pern^TM and The Dragonriders of Pern^TM are copyright
Anne McCaffrey, ©1967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission
of the author but generated on PernMUSH for the benefit of people unable to
attend.

Scene Notes: Kindre's Herath rises unexpectedly, and for the final time;
Indrath's chasing in the thick of the pack, but it's S'dar's Chezroth who
wins the queen.

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Southern Bowl(#396RDJ$)
Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it
shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping
down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been
channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are
several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting
mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the living Caverns.
Drifts of snow and the heavy tracks of large dragon feet and bellies cross
the expanse of the bowl. Rocks and crags are hung with the purest white.
Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding
pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks and the Telgar Weyr lake. The
ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. Use
'+view queenriders' to view them. The murmur of voices and the clatter of
pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is
being served.
The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the
stars. while Timor shines in half moon though the smaller Belior closes its
eye to dream. There seems to be a light breeze and the winter air is cold.
Contents:
DRAGONS: Indrath Nraith (Ularrith)
PLAYERS: K'ran
Obvious Exits:
Living Cavern Central Bowl Outer Infirmary Guest Weyr Records Room

Having returned from watchriding at Smithcraft, K'ran's managed a change of
clothes -- and now returns to Telgar's bowl to rid Indrath of riding straps.
His lifemate, through distraction, through inexplicable agitation, watches
his sire from a tense crouch nearer the lake, the feeding pens, than the
living cavern.

Nraith watches the young Bronze and snorts menacingly. Not the normal
respectful snort he makes towards members of other wings, nor the commanding
snort reserved for his wingmates. This is the snort of "You're competition
today."

Herath comes down from Herath's ledge.
Herath has arrived.

Nraith swings his head around with a snap to stare at the Gold he once shared
a ledge with (if only for a few turns). He rumbles appreciatively in her
direction.

Herath returns the rumble with an almost too sweet one of her own, as if
saying, "Yes, I know, I know." She stretches one forelimb out and regards it
in her own rather self-absorbed way.

Indrath's familiar with competition, with -being- competition -- even if his
usual duelling partners aren't quite of Nraith's caliber. Too agitated to be
intimidated, even by one larger, even by his sire, even by the Weyrleader's
lifemate, he'll answer menacing snort with low, upstart rumble; and then do
his orange-gleaming eyes track the queen's movements as she emerges from her
weyr.

K'ran, for his part, hurries through the exercise of stripping riding straps
from Indrath's neck, the better to be done with this chore and well out of
the way; and with braided leather coiled over his shoulder, he makes best
speed for the living cavern, where wine might be found.

Above, Lysseth leaps from Lysseth's Ledge and flies into the air.

Lysseth backwings for a landing.
Lysseth has arrived.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RDJM$)
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.
Branches of evergreens and glistening winter berries are ornaments of the
season.
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:
PLAYERS: A'lex K'ran Pierron
OTHER: Telgar Serving Tables
Obvious Exits:
Inner Caverns Kitchen Bowl

A'lex says without looking, "It's not that hot Schmitt..." Then he looks up,
"Oh, I'm sorry K'ran, for some reason Nraith told me Schmitt was coming and
that she was hot."

Indrath> Lysseth spirals towards the grounding, her charcoal wings harrying
the air with flurried beats--but her descent is gentle; her landing,
likewise, and Kassi gives her green's neck a fond stroke before attempting a
dismount.

Indrath> Kassima slides down from Lysseth's neckridges to land beside her with
ease. Lysseth cocks her head at her rider, rumbling quietly as Kassi gives
her eyeridges a grateful scratching.
Indrath> Kassima has arrived.

Indrath> Kassima walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living
cavern.
Indrath> Kassima has left.

Kassima walks in from the bowl.
Kassima has arrived.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Tadara's steely blue Agrarth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Falsanath and his rider,
G'har of Ista Weyr.

"Yes, well," K'ran answers through a tight-lipped smile, as he coils Indrath's
straps over the back of a chair at Dawnslight's table. "I think they're all
in a contrary mood today, with Herath so hide-bright. No harm done, anyway,
sir." And then he's to the serving tables, to find liquor with which to
steel himself.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Tadara's steely blue Agrarth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Chaedanth and his rider,
Kandri of HighReaches Weyr.

Indrath> Above, Falsanath flies out over Telgar and disappears over the rim of
the bowl.

Indrath> Above, Falsanath appears over the rim of the bowl from the direction
of Telgar territory.

Indrath> Above, Chaedanth glides down from above.

Indrath> Chaedanth backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Chaedanth has arrived.

Indrath> Kandri slides down Chaedanth's side, with a helpful forepaw, to the
ground.
Indrath> Kandri has arrived.

Indrath> Above, Falsanath glides down from above.

Indrath> Falsanath backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Falsanath has arrived.

Indrath> G'har uses Falsanath's conveniently proffered foreleg as a step, and
goes from his back to the ground.
Indrath> G'har has arrived.

A'lex nods. "Oh, Nraith's been a piece of work for the last few days. And he's
none too happy about me making him do double drills to keep his mind off it."

Indrath> Kandri's face is set in stone. A slight frown that seems etched there
by the lines apparent from years of hard work. Quietly she scans the bowl
and then turns on a heel to walk quickly towards the living caverns.

Indrath> Kandri walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> Kandri has left.

Kandri walks in from the bowl.
Kandri has arrived.

Indrath> G'har walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> G'har has left.

G'har walks in from the bowl.
G'har has arrived.

Kassima has a sizeable satchel slung over her shoulder, its contents clinking
and sloshing ominously; she also wears a bright smile that's every bit as
ominous. "G'deve, fine bronzer-types! Tell me there are spiderclaws today,
would you? With a blueberry compote?"

A'lex says "Telgar's duties to High Reaches, Brownrider."

Kandri stops suddenly as she is addressed and turns towards the man, the
weyrleader, and inclines her head. "High Reaches duties to Telgar and her
queen." She says in a tightly controlled voice. Why doesn't she just salute
if she's going to be so rigidly formal!

Indrath> Kindre comes down from Herath's ledge.
Indrath> Kindre has arrived.

Indrath> Kindre walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> Kindre has left.

Kindre walks in from the bowl.
Kindre has arrived.

Pierron winks laconically at the retired Weyrwoman.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Tadara's steely blue Agrarth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Sidonth and his rider,
Mh'al of HighReaches Weyr.

A'lex says "Oh, leave her alone, Pierron."

Indrath> Above, Sidonth glides down from above.

G'har starts into the living cavern with a faint, vaguely distracted frown.
Upon hearing Kassima, he pauses, and eyes her satchel with probably
not-unwarranted suspicion, and then glances over his shoulder towards the
bowl, as if considering retreat. He shakes his head, then, coming further
into the cavern. "Ista's duty as well," he tacks on to Kandri's words, his
own greeting somewhat more casual, if also a bit quiet.

Indrath> Sidonth backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Sidonth has arrived.

A'lex looks to the Istan rider, "Duties to Ista and her Queens."

Indrath> On Sidonth's bronze neck, Mh'al has left.

Indrath> Mh'al lifts himself from his spot between Sidonth's neckridges,
removing the straps deftly before sliding down to the ground with ease.
Indrath> Mh'al has arrived.

K'ran threads his way back over towards Dawnslight's table, slouches a hip
against its edge -- and tips the edge of a mug in Kassima's direction, a
casual salute, though his eyes follow Kindre in from out of doors. And,
"Telgar's duties," he echoes his Weyrleader, a general welcome to arriving
outweyr riders.

Kindre gives Pierron a look that would freeze even the face of a native
Telgari. Cold doesn't even quite compare as a descriptive word when compared
to her features. "Evening and duties," she barely manages out before heading
directly for the hearth. A large mug of klah is filled but, uncharacteristic
of Kin, has nothing else added to it. She sits down and just glances around
the cavern before fingers go to rub her temples.

Indrath> Mh'al pats his lifemate fondly, before strolling in the direction of
the living caverns.

Indrath> Mh'al walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> Mh'al has left.

Mh'al walks in from the bowl.
Mh'al has arrived.

A'lex looks over towards K'ran, "Apparently word spreads fast."

Not unwarranted at all; the satchel clinks even more audibly as Kassi sets it
down with a thump, setting herself down with a likewise thump and exhalation
of breath. "Liquor, liquor everywhere, and nay a drop *I* can drink," she
mourns. "But one has t'be prepared. I'll worry about the spiderclaws
later... hey! G'har? Is that *you* with grey in your hair?" She's busy
enough staring at the Istan in bewilderment to miss the cue to flee, also
known as Kindre's entrance.

A'lex throws a nod towards the 'Rechian Bronzer, "Telgar's duties to you and
yours... you know, I should just put a sign around my neck that says that
every time there's a Flight."

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Tadara's steely blue Agrarth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Gyreventh and his rider,
Sh'yar of HighReaches Weyr.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Tadara's steely blue Agrarth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Toranth and his rider,
S'phan of Fort Weyr.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Tadara's steely blue Agrarth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Xannarth and his rider,
D'zel of Fort Weyr.

Indrath> Above, Toranth glides down from above.

G'har's brows quirk a bit at A'lex's comment to K'ran. "Word, sir?" he
queries, with that look of faint confusion that is somehow not a stranger to
his face. He peers over to Kassi, then, with a faint sigh. "Yes, it's me,
and the reason for the gray hair is why I'm here--my daughter's been after
her mum and me to get her a runner, and I came to talk to Tria about
it--but, of course, Tria's not here." He pauses, then, at the F-word from
A'lex, and then sighs very quietly, casting a look towards the bowl. "Okay,
suddenly it's all too clear why he wanted to come here -now-..."

Indrath> Toranth backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Toranth has arrived.

Indrath> Above, Gyreventh glides down from above.

There is a pause to Kandri's whole being as the events within the living
cavern swirl about. Thoughtfully she finally turns towards the woman some
folks seem intent on. A slight furrow begins at her brow, but she says
nothing of yet. Finally she draws out a set of hides and glances over them.
"Riiiiight." She says in a sarcastic tone before sliding them back into her
own satchel. This one doesn't clink.

Indrath> Above, Gyreventh flies up and out of the bowl.

Indrath> S'phan untangles himself from Toranth's back, and slides off, using
his forelimb, to land gently on the ground.
Indrath> S'phan has arrived.

Indrath> Above, Gyreventh flies out over Telgar and disappears over the rim of
the bowl.

Indrath> S'phan walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> S'phan has left.

S'phan walks in from the bowl.
S'phan has arrived.

Indrath> Above, Gyreventh appears over the rim of the bowl from the direction
of Telgar territory.

Mh'al ambles in from the bowl, unfastening his jacket with his free hand.
Hearing A'lex, he furrows his brow. "I was here on an erran.." His eyes
unfocus for a moment, releasing a deep sigh. "Nevermind.. 'Reaches duty to
Telgar and her queens."

Indrath> Above, Gyreventh glides down from above.

S'phan strides in, and waves to the others. "Fort's duty to Telgar and her
queens," he calls.

Indrath> Still closer to the lake, the feeding grounds, than the living
cavern's entrance, Indrath's content to observe the parade of arriving
outweyr dragons through pointed agitation that has at its focus Herath. And
orange gleams further from the edges of those eyes as he watches, as he
-appreciates- sun-kissed gold.

A'lex laughs aloud at G'har's confusion and realization, blending it into a
murmered greetings to the rest of those entering.

Indrath> Nraith just scowles at everyone. Everyone except Herath, that is.

Indrath> Gyreventh backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Gyreventh has arrived.

Indrath> Toranth peers at the others, eyes whirling.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal, riding burnished bronze
Pteynth, backwings to a clean landing and settles, replacing Tadara's steely
blue Agrarth on watchrider duty.

Indrath> Above, Xannarth glides down from above.

Indrath> Sh'yar hops down Gyreventh's side to the ground, using his straps as
handholds.
Indrath> Sh'yar has arrived.

Indrath> Gyreventh lumbers north.
Indrath> Gyreventh has left.

Kandri turns towards Mh'al and her face sets into a much more defined frown.
If anything it is meant to be discouraging. Again, she doesn't say anything
at first. And when she opesn her mouth to say something she stops. A glint
flickers in the woman's eyes when the blue depths unfocus. For the first
time since arriving a bit of a smile curls her lips. But it isn't pleasant.

Indrath> Xannarth backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Xannarth has arrived.

Indrath> Sh'yar walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> Sh'yar has left.

Sh'yar walks in from the bowl.
Sh'yar has arrived.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Lacroith and his rider,
L'son of Igen Weyr.

Indrath> Above, Lacroith glides down from above.

Indrath> Lacroith backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Lacroith has arrived.

Kassima clarifies through cheerful, quiet-voiced song, "Hey there, hi there,
ho there, who has that glowing sheen? Big P-R O-D-D Y-G-O-L-D." With a
helpful tip of her head Kindre's way. "Duties t'everyone and everywhere as
well... Faranth, this should be a show. Hope I brought enough drink." She
opens the satchel, peering into its depths. "I don't suppose you've any word
of Kay, G'har? And Tria *might* be out hiding the herdbeasts, if'n you
really want t'be chancing it."

Indrath> Xannarth bugles a bright and shiny greeting as he settles down low
and lets his rider disembark.

Indrath> D'zel unstraps himself from Xannarth's back, and slides down his
forelimb to the ground.
Indrath> D'zel has arrived.

Mh'al slides into the general crowd with a quick gait, making his way to the
entrance of the kitchen. He catches an apprentice baker by the arm gently,
handing the person a small package. With a smile, the apprentice nods and
disappears into the kitchen.

Indrath> Lacroith backwings in to land, picking his way to a larger piece of
ground to settle his hind feet first, still backwinging until his forefeet
touch. With a warble of happy landing, he settles low to allow L'son down.

Indrath> Chaedanth lifts his head up from the brief inspection of the ground.
Russet hide, freshly polished, gives a glossy twinkle as he turns towards
Herath. There is a pause much like his rider seems to be having. However it
is quite a bit shorter before he snorts and gives his head a shake.

Indrath> L'son grips the straps before starting to slide nimbly from
Lacroith's neck to the ground. His lifemate whuffs affectionately just as
L'son touches down.
Indrath> L'son has arrived.

Indrath> Lysseth, after a swift survey of her surroundings, elects to tuck her
head under one wing where she doesn't have to see this. After all, Herath
might hear and take offense if she starts rumblesnickering *too* loudly.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Seiranth and his rider,
Tieren of Igen Weyr.

Indrath> Above, Seiranth glides down from above.

Indrath> Seiranth backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Seiranth has arrived.

Indrath> L'son steps away from Lacroith's straps and reaches for his satchel,
taking a few letters out of it and thumbing through them. "Igen Weyr's
duties to Telgar and her Queens," L'son unwittingly calls to D'zel.

Indrath> Tieren slides down from her lifemate's neck, with more speed than
grace, and smiles indulgently as he warbles approvingly.
Indrath> Tieren has arrived.

S'phan finds himself a seat and pours a mug of klah, looking around at the
others, wide-eyed. "Proddy gold?" He mutters to himself.

G'har moves to take a seat, just looking faintly exasperated, though more
wryly amused than actually upset. "Might as well start drinking now," he
mutters, suddenly looking not quite so suspicious of Kassi's bag. He shakes
his head, then. "Fal's not going to let me rest til this is all over. I'll
go hunt her down after--well, once I'm coherent." He shakes his head, then.
"I've not seen Kay, sorry, though I all but fell out of my chair when I
found out she'd been Searched. There's part of me that thinks that she's
still about eight. Kids grow up way too fast." He grins then, suddenly,
expression boyish. "So do I get hit if I tell stories about when she was a
kid?"

Indrath> Tieren's legs absorb the impact and she looks about her, "Oh, L'son."
She addresses the Igen bronzerider, "Come to visit Cami too?"

Indrath> Lacroith raises his head up after L'son has dismounted and tilts it
in the direction of the many other dragons about. In something of a
shuddering motion, he drops open his jaw in a loud bugle, causing his rider
and a quite a few others to wince and reach for their ears.

Sh'yar looks around then glances outside, "I told you I diden't think she was
here." turning back, "Reached duties, sorry for the intrusion."

Indrath> Herath just watches the dragons land around the bowl, each one
seeming to boost her already high opinion of herself right now. She
outstretches one wing in a feigned stretching motion, but it's thinly veiled
- she's obviously giving those looking a glimpse of what they are up
against. And isn't it lovely? Well, of course it is.

Indrath> L'son glances over at Tieren and smiles gently before tucking the
letters back into his satchel. "Actually, no. I've some things to deliver to
some friends. But I might as well stop and say hello to Cami and Demi as
well. I hope they're finding Telgar a good home."

Indrath> Toranth ; peers at Herath, and lets out a half-bugle, half-snort,
sounding a bit confused.

Indrath> Falsanath is far too busy looking smug at his trickery--that of
getting his rider here--to go about bugling or otherwise providing a
display. He just watches Herath. Where else would he look, after all?
There's a low, intense croon from him, and rather a pleased one as well.
Yes, he likes what he sees.

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Chenth and his rider,
V'sha of Igen Weyr.

Indrath> Above, Chenth glides down from above.

Hearing Kassima's comment Kandri turns to look at the woman long and hard.
Mostly as if she is crazy, then realizing she is a greenrider merely snorts
and turns her attention back on Kindre. Finally she advances on the woman
and leans forward to ask, "Do you need anything?" Despite the rough and
manly appearance, her voice is soft and vaguely feminine.

Indrath> Above, Chenth flies up and out of the bowl.

Kindre is quiet, obviously, for quite some time. Content, for a bit it would
seem, to watch the cavern, its occupants and their interactions. She likely
knows what is going on. A glowing dragon the size of Herath, especially when
linked to one's own mind, is rather hard to ignore. "Telgar's duties," she
thinks to call as she has missed several of the visitors' entrances.

Indrath> Tieren eyes Seiranth with a suspicious glance and then throws a dark
look in the direction of the golden form of Herath, "Don't go getting any
funny ideas." She snaps at the brown, "We learned our lesson at Ista."

Kassima grins a grin to S'phan, one that shows a number of teeth. "You'd
better believe it. Say--are you the betting sort? I'm nay sure *precisely*
when she'll rise, but 'tis looking apt t'be sharding soon, so 'tis past time
t'be taking wagers." Trust Kassi. She's also tugging a stray roll of hide
from the amazing clinking sack. "Hunting your sister down *directly* after
might be a bad call, aye... and you should've seen my reaction. But I
promise, 'twill only hit you if'n you don't tell me how loud she yelps!"

Indrath> V'sha walks here from the north.
Indrath> V'sha has arrived.

Indrath> Chenth lumbers here from the north.
Indrath> Chenth has arrived.

Indrath> V'sha walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> V'sha has left.

V'sha walks in from the bowl.
V'sha has arrived.

Indrath> D'zel grins amiably and greets back to L'son, "Er. Ehm. Fort's duties
to Igen Weyr." He glances about, "And to Telgar and her queens." He takes
and small parcel out and looks around a bit, "The living caverns. Right."
speaking perhaps to himself.

As S'phan looks around him, it begins to dawn on him as to what is going on.
He hunches his shoulders slightly. He turns to Kassima and gives her a wan
smile. "Um...I'm not the betting sort, no." He begins eyeing the nearby
tables for wineskins.

Indrath> D'zel walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> D'zel has left.

D'zel walks in from the bowl.
D'zel has arrived.

Indrath> L'son glances over in the direction Tieren looks and waves a hand.
"Bah, Lochy's still not interested I think. He's passed up quite a few
greens at Igen since 'maturing'." Lee shrugs and starts for the caverns. "I
doubt he'd take a crack at a gold for his first."

Indrath> L'son walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> L'son has left.

L'son walks in from the bowl.
L'son has arrived.

Pierron sniffs at the klah pot, and throws the old klah out with a look of
disgust.

Indrath> Seiranth croons placatingly in the direction of his rider and
sidesteps a little towards Herath, face intently innocent. Tieren just looks
exasperated and follows L'son into the caverns.

Indrath> Tieren walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> Tieren has left.

Tieren walks in from the bowl.
Tieren has arrived.

Mh'al reaches into a pocket inside his riding jacket, pulling a small redfruit
out. Stepping back into the chaos, he dodges around drudges and bustling
people as he enjoys the redfruit, making his way back to the entrance of the
bowl.

V'sha shivers as he comes in, and elects to keep full riding gear on until the
effects of the frigid Telgarian weather has dulled its bite. Rubbing his
gloved hands together, he takes a glance about, and nods tersely towards
L'son. "Cold, ain't it? Shards..." Then he takes a good, long look about,
and accords the gathering a nod of greetings as he sings out, "Igen's
duties!"

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Chezroth and his rider,
S'dar of HighReaches Weyr.The bugle is a particularly warm one.

Indrath> Lacroith rumbles quietly, all three lids blinking over his eyes as
L'son describes Lacroith's uninterested nature concerning flights. Shaking
out his body in a way reminiscent of a canine, Lacroith's tail slowly slips
about, raised off the ground, while he regards Herath.

G'har perks up at the mention of betting. "Ooh, hey," he observes, casting a
thoughtful look at the hide. "How about betting on the winner, or, rather,
who doesn't win? I could put a mark on Fal not catching." There's a
disgruntled rumble from the bowl at that, and he grins a little sheepishly.
"He's been having a losing streak lately. I might as well try to make some
marks out of it, especially if we -are- getting Mahara a runner." He casts a
brief look over to Kindre, then, as if trying to judge when her lifemate
will rise, then shakes his head, gaze flicking instead to the influx of
riders. There's a vague murmur, then, that of course he'll share Kaylira's
reaction with Kassi. He folds his arms on the table, then, lanky frame
seeming to take up more room than, according to the laws of physics, it
should.

Indrath> The half moon light of Timor falls lazily across Chaedanth's form.
Igniting the muted flame and autumn tones that make up his normally rusty
coloring. And as it does he too stretches out long and wide sales. Displays
an array of what could be considered overly-bulky muscles more beffiting a
bronze. He may be brown...but that doesn't mean he can't be a gold-slut like
one.

Indrath> Above, Chezroth glides down from above.

A'lex sighs and stands, making his way over to Pierron's corner where he taps
the 'Weyrleader's Reserve' cask. "Let the numbing begin..."

Indrath> Chezroth backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Chezroth has arrived.

D'zel strides in with great bonhomie and salutes before waving around and
giving his greeting, "Fort's duties to Telgar! Anyone able to point me
towards a Healer? Package to deliver." He pats the small item under his arm.

Indrath> S'dar hops off of Chezroth.
Indrath> S'dar has arrived.

Indrath> S'dar walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> S'dar has left.

S'dar walks in from the bowl.
S'dar has arrived.

A'lex glances over at his one time Mentee, "Oh, they'll just let ANYONE in
here, won't they?" He lifts his mug, "Want one?"

Indrath> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Aisheth and his rider,
P'ter of Igen Weyr.

Indrath> Above, Aisheth glides down from above.

Indrath> Aisheth backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Aisheth has arrived.

S'dar grins and offers friendly salutes and waves. "High Reaches duty to
Telgar and her most excellent queens. It's great to see you all." To A'lex,
he smiles. "Most definitely."

Sh'yar blinkblinks, "Proody Gold?" again glanceing outside, "Why you big lump
of clay!"

S'phan spots D'zel and with a sigh of relief waves. "Hey, D'zel! Over here!"
He downs the rest of his klah, all the while looking around him a bit
desperately.

Kassima agrees at once, grinning broadly, "Such bets are more than welcome,
G'har, and 'twill take that one--awwww. Pity, S'phan; 'twould have been a
pleasure doing business with you." While speaking, she starts dragging skins
and bottles of varicolored liquors from her satchel-of-death. "Poor, poor,
poor Falsanath. Lyss would console him if'n she weren't so busy laughing her
head off... a Healer? The Infirmary's through that way, rider," and she
gestures towards the Inner Caverns.

L'son raises a gloved hand in greeting and calls out "Igen's duties to Telgar
and her queens." He steps off towards the side and reaches for the hides in
his satchel again, checking the names and looking about for the recipients.

Mh'al casts a glance to Sh'yar, grinning crookedly. "Like you, he's always had
an eye for the ladies."

A'lex pours another mug and wanders towards the one time Telgari. "Welcome
home, you."

Indrath> Indrath stretches wings, gathering the dancing winter winds that rush
through Telgar's bowl -- tasting them, mapping their currents, learning
their character as they sweep glittering snow through ghost-pale moonlight;
that which struggles through crimson-bruised dusk -- dusk above, dusk below,
for that same fire limnes this one's body, sets ablaze the pattern gilt
lightning, that gift from sire 'cross bowl, that spreads out from shoulders.

Tieren's eyes widen at the mention of a proddy gold and sets her jaw a little
stubbornly, "Anyone seen Macami?" she asks a little desperately.

Indrath> From high between Aisheth's neckridges, P'ter has left.

Indrath> P'ter swings his leg over and slides down Aisheth's flank, landing
with ease on the foreleg that Aisheth has places ready. "Thank you Aisheth",
says his rider politely as he jumps down from that vantage point to the
ground, resting one hand on the bronze behind him when he lands.

Indrath> P'ter has arrived.

Indrath> P'ter walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Indrath> P'ter has left.

P'ter walks in from the bowl.
P'ter has arrived.

Indrath> Toranth bugles and stretches up on his powerful back legs, spreading
his wings in a somewhat overdramatic display of muscles and volume before
settling back down onto the ground, preening a bit.

S'dar takes the mug, and gives the Weyrleader a hug. "Many thanks. It's great
to be here."

D'zel catches Sh'yar's words and shudders, "This should be a quick errand
then, I don't need to pick up another black eye this sevenday." He waves to
S'phan and heads over, pausing to call out, "Mh'al! Howdy!"

Indrath> Above, Kheprith flies over from the north end of the bowl.

P'ter says "Igen's duties to Telgar and her Queens."

Indrath> Kheprith backwings for a landing.
Indrath> Kheprith has arrived.

Indrath> Atop Kheprith, Greylin has left.
Indrath> Greylin slithers down Kheprith's side to the ground.
Indrath> Greylin has arrived.

Indrath> Greylin walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living
cavern.
Indrath> Greylin has left.

Greylin walks in from the bowl.
Greylin has arrived.

A'lex returns the hug with a grin, "Nraith's complaining. He says Chezroth
looks too good."

K'ran asides, idly, to Kassima, "You'd think there was a queen about to rise,
or something." And he'll hide his own smirk behind his ale-mug, though he'll
tip the vessel in welcoming salute towards wingmate Greylin.

A'lex sits back with his mug proudly, "I've had him on double drills for the
last sevenday. He's exhausted."

Mh'al smiles broadly to D'zel, holding up a hand in greeting. "Hello.. Long
time, no see." He continues to bite into his redfruit.

S'dar grins to A'lex. "Nraith is an extremely strong bronze... I'll bet the
double drills don't hold him back from performing in the skies."

Indrath> Chenth sits there, passively, eyes whirling a slow turqoise as he
regards the posturing dragons coolly. A deep basso rumble begins, softly, in
his chest, and builds up to a vibrating, resounding echo in the Bowl before
he turns his attention away from the other males, and settles in to wait.

G'har considers the satchel of death and its contents for a moment, then
shakes his head. "Might as well wait til after," he murmurs, before grinning
over to Kassi. "Never thought I'd see the day when I'd make a bet with you,
but, hey, the odds are on my side, at least." He lifts a hand to rub lightly
at his forehead, before quirking a grin at what he catches of K'ran's
comment. "What an amazing idea."

S'phan pales a bit as the others joke about rising and golds, and stands as
D'zel arrives. "There's a proddy gold here," he hisses, trying to be
discreet. "What do we do?"

Greylin comes in from the bowl, and she still doesn't look quite right, not
for the past sevenday, if anyone's noticed. She gives a vague salute to
K'ran.

Indrath> Gyreventh lumbers here from the north.
Indrath> Gyreventh has arrived.

A'lex snorts, "It better, or Daelyth will chew his tail off."

Kassima overhears a familiar voice, and twists around in her chair.
"*Sandrina*! You lout! You've a lot of nerve, visiting now after nay having
been here in so long!" She's grinning, though. She's been grinning a lot.
"Haven't seen Macami all day, whoever asked that one... and oh, K'ran, would
you *really*? Faranth, I can't imagine where you could've gotten such an
idea. Just imagine." A more deadpan tone can't be imagined. "Glad t'hear it,
G'har. M'good luck streak's been excellent, so we'll just see whose luck
beats whose."

Kindre just glares at those speaking words about Herath when she manages to
pick them up around the pounding headache that seems to be gripping her.
"Faranth help me," she murmurs to no one in particular, though an unwitting
drudge does approach her only to back away quickly when he catches the look
in Kindre's eyes.

"Don't even think about it. We always lose!" Tieren suddenly belts out loudly,
"Sweet Faranth. You'd think you'd learn. If your brains were as large as
your libido we'd have made wingleader by now."

S'dar grins at Kassima. "Great to see you as well!" The *Sandrina* seems to go
by unnoticed - either that, or he really doesn't mind being called it just
now.

Sh'yar address the other rider talking to his dragon, "Yours trick you here as
well?"

Indrath> Lacroith draws his head low to the ground, and starts to stalk along
to get closer to Herath. A low rumbling set in his belly, the young bronze
from Igen seems to brush off acknowledging the other Igen dragons and snorts
once, then twice - steam rising away from the heat of his breath.

Indrath> Herath swings her head towards the rocks that mark the entrance to
the living cavern. Something akin to a - smirk? - seems to curl her jaw
before she glances towards the feeding pens. The other dragons, then, get
looking overs. A whuff here, a snort of greeting there. She's not enjoying
this attention one bit, oh no.

D'zel claps S'phan on the back, "Don't worry about it, still plenty of time to
leave if the males aren't blooding." Right. Like D'zel knows anything about
anything, "Probably just mean she's proddy or something." Or maybe it's just
determined ignorance in thinking that what you don't admit, isn't a problem.

Indrath> Aisheth turns to Harath, and after crooning a warm greeting to the
Telgar gold he settles down to watch. His tail twitching about himself as he
misses the warmth of his home Weyr.

S'phan relaxes a little, though he's still scanning the nearby tables.
"So...doesn't mean much, then? What are you doing here? I came to visit a
friend but she's not here."

L'son shuffles a bit, quirking his brow slightly and glancing briefly to the
bowl. "Um, has anyone...seen Kichevio? I've a message here for her actually.
Talisha as well...."

Indrath> Gyreventh warbles a melodic greeting to the Telgari queen.

I'sai walks here from the Inner Cavern.
I'sai has arrived.

I'sai enters, a prickly sort of insouciance to his lazy-shouldered stride,
that fair hair half-unbound; he glances about - and then his smile's
electric as his self-murmured, "Thought so." And then, called elsewhere on a
grin, "Das - D'zel! They let you out?"

G'har, with a wry grin to Kassi, observes, "I wouldn't mind Fal's luck staying
the way it is, no offense intended of course." He must catch a bit of
D'zel's comment, as there's a faint grin. "Sure," he murmurs, mostly to
himself, "Get a male dragon to leave a proddy gold. That'll happen."

Kandri raps on the tabletop thoughtfully and her eyes cross as they unfocus.
The frown remains for another moment and then softens away. Turning she
heads towards the bowl, stopping by Sh'yar to say something quietly. She
mutters to Sh'yar, "... you... afterwards..."

"Tali was with K'ryn, Fort bluerider, by the lake a night or two ago," K'ran
supplies, agreeably enough -- though he'll punctuate his speech with another
pull from his mug. "Kich, Kich. Haven't seen her, 'cept from 'cross the
bowl, at dawn drills."

V'sha's head turns, seeing that he's close to L'son, and he gives the other
Igenite a headshake. "Haven't seen either of them in a while, no. Sorry."
Then he looks away, and folds his arms across his chest. He doesn't seem to
be inclined to speak much, not with all the hidden tension in the air.

D'zel shows his package to S'phan, "Something from the Healer Hall", as his
eyes scan over the room, and then he waves eagerly to I'sai after hearing
him and then actually seeing him with his good eye, "Howdy there, oldtimer!"

Greylin finds somewhere to sit in the press of people, finding an open spot at
her wing's table.

P'ter steps back to let Kandri pass, "Ah Kandri, good to see you. Igen's
duties to you, and mine of course." The rider runs his hand through his
hair, "Seems like my timing was bad for a visit wouldn't you say?"

Kindre stands, her chair sliding back and almost toppling over. She looks
across the cavern and barely manages a smile. "It seems that enormous lump
of muscle and flirtatiousness is getting hungry. I am sorry to have been
less than...recpetive this eve, but I need to go attempt to keep her under
control..."

Tieren steps a little further into the cavern amongst all the strangers and
then drags over a chair, making a horrible scraping noise and sits down with
a resigned flop.

S'phan frowns a bit. "Your eye...what happened?" He glances at the other rider
D'zel's calling to. "You been getting into trouble, D'zel?"

Sh'yar smiles and winks, "I'll even bring the wineskin."

Indrath> Xannarth takes a big breath and puffs himself up so he'll look bigger
hanging around all the other males.

Kassima crinkles her nose up at her old friend. "Now, G'har, Kin's nay such a
bad sort; she happens t'be a good friend of mine, y'know. And I've never
heard of her using that gold knife I gave her on a *man*." How reassuring!
She ducks her head to pay attention to her stacking of liquor bottles, the
better to hide her amusement.

Kandri pauses as she hears something and turns towards P'ter. "OH! Hello
P'ter." She says curtly and nods. She doesn't look at all like her normal
self. "Yes, well. I have the option of leaving. Which is what I'm doing!"
And with that she beats a hasty retreat.

A'lex sighs, downs the rest of his wine, and heads for the bowl. "I guess this
is it."

Kandri walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Kandri has left.

Indrath> Kandri comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Indrath> Kandri has arrived.

Kindre grumbles low in her throat, snorting at the cavern before almost
stalking towards the other side of the bowl.

G'har's gaze flicks over to Kindre as she stands, and he half-rises when she
nearly topples, with a look that mingles concern and resignation. "Oh, of
course she's not," he replies absently to Kassi, before his gaze snaps to
her face at the mention of a knife. "That's not funny," he mutters, then.
"And you -would- be the one to give somebody a knife."

Indrath> Toranth studies Xannarth and then follows his example, sucking in
deep breaths and puffing up. Not quite getting the hang of it, he inhales a
bit too much and coughs it out in a mighty blast of air. Toranth folds his
wings back and looks innocent. Yep, meant to do that.

Indrath> Seiranth flexes big brawny wings, my what a stud, and tenses for
takeoff.

Indrath> Nraith gives Herath one last look and moves towards the feeding
grounds.

Indrath> Nraith lumbers north.
Indrath> Nraith has left.

Indrath> Herath grumbles low in her throat, snorting at the cavern before
almost stalking towards the other side of the bowl.

P'ter peers after Kandri with a raised eyebrow, then turns back, looking
somewhat non plussed. He quickly gets out of Kindre's way, "Quite
understandable" he comments, in reply to her as she passes near.

Indrath> Gyreventh lumbers north.
Indrath> Gyreventh has left.

Indrath> Chaedanth takes a sudden few steps back. A glance at the caverns,
then Herath. A back and forth as purple wars with calm blue in his facets.
Finally he gives a petulant warble and hunkers down and out of the way with
a snort.

Indrath> Chezroth lumbers north.
Indrath> Chezroth has left.

Indrath> Sidonth lumbers north.
Indrath> Sidonth has left.

And at the queenrider's announcement K'ran abandons casual laze against
table's edge, tosses back the dregs of his mug -- and picks up his feet to
step after the queenrider.

Indrath> You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl
floor to carry you aloft.

Indrath> Southern Bowl Airspace
Indrath> Obvious exits:
Indrath> Star Stones

I'sai laughs an, "-Oldtimer-!" but saunters his direction - and the bowl's -
even so, not above nodding to V'sha, pausing by Kassima - "Save some for me,
will you?" along the way.

P'ter walks towards the inner cavern.
P'ter has left.

Indrath> You fly towards the north end of the bowl.

Indrath> Central Bowl Airspace
Indrath> Contents:
Indrath> Inzarath(#4652JMaepqs$)
Indrath> Obvious exits:
Indrath> Hatching Cav Air Entrance

A'lex walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
A'lex has left.

S'dar walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
S'dar has left.

Indrath> You fly downwards towards the feeding grounds.

Indrath> Feeding Grounds
Indrath> Contents:
Indrath> Nraith(#4400JOaepqs)
Indrath> Obvious exits:
Indrath> Bowl Pasture

Indrath> Herath springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. She settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Herath has arrived.

Kindre walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Kindre has left.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Southern Bowl(#396RDJ$)
Towering above, the bowl wall rises in a curving three-pointed arc as it
shelters this southernmost point of Telgar Weyr's great caldera. Sloping
down to the north to a slight degree, the floor of the bowl has been
channeled so that runoff might drain down to the lake beyond. There are
several strategically placed evergreens that serve to baffle the biting
mountain winds away from the southern entrance into the living Caverns.
Drifts of snow and the heavy tracks of large dragon feet and bellies cross
the expanse of the bowl. Rocks and crags are hung with the purest white.
Northward, the center of the bowl spreads hugely, leading to the feeding
pens, hatching grounds, weyrling barracks and the Telgar Weyr lake. The
ground-level weyrs of the queenriders dot the mountain to the northwest. Use
'+view queenriders' to view them. The murmur of voices and the clatter of
pots and chairs drifts from the Living Cavern, where the evening meal is
being served.
The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the
stars. while Timor shines in half moon though the smaller Belior closes its
eye to dream. There seems to be a light breeze and the winter air is cold.
Contents:
DRAGONS: Aisheth Lacroith Chaedanth Kheprith (Ularrith) Xannarth Lysseth
PLAYERS: A'lex Kandri K'ran Kindre S'dar
Obvious Exits:
Living Cavern Central Bowl Outer Infirmary Guest Weyr Records Room

Indrath> Sidonth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Sidonth has arrived.

Kandri hops onto Chaedanth's back, using his upraised forepaw as a boost.
Kandri has left.

Indrath> Falsanath springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Falsanath has arrived.

Indrath> Seiranth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Seiranth has arrived.

Indrath> Gyreventh springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Gyreventh has arrived.

Chaedanth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him
aloft.
Chaedanth has left.

Above, Chaedanth flies up and out of the bowl.

Indrath> Chenth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Chenth has arrived.

Above, Chaedanth disappears into Between.

Indrath> Chezroth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Chezroth has arrived.

Aisheth lumbers north.
Aisheth has left.

Indrath> Toranth flies over the feeding grounds from above the bowl.
Indrath> Toranth has arrived.

Above, Taralyth lofts high on lazy wings, water sluicing into tiny crystals as
it falls -

Indrath> Aisheth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Aisheth has arrived.

Xannarth lumbers north.
Xannarth has left.

Kheprith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him
aloft.
Kheprith has left.

Above, Kheprith flies towards the north end of the bowl.

Indrath> Kheprith flies over the feeding grounds from above the bowl.
Indrath> Kheprith has arrived.

Lacroith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him
aloft.
Lacroith has left.

Indrath> Xannarth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Xannarth has arrived.

G'har comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
G'har has arrived.

Mh'al comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Mh'al has arrived.

L'son comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
L'son has arrived.

Above, Lacroith flies towards the north end of the bowl.

Indrath> Lacroith flies over the feeding grounds from above the bowl.
Indrath> Lacroith has arrived.

Tieren comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Tieren has arrived.

I'sai comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
I'sai has arrived.

V'sha comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
V'sha has arrived.

S'phan comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
S'phan has arrived.

Indrath> Xannarth follows the pull to the feeding grounds and spends a long
moment just watching, his whirling eyes moving languidly over Herath before
he takes a glance at all the assembled males.

D'zel comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
D'zel has arrived.

Above, Taralyth flies towards the north end of the bowl.

S'phan looks at the dragons in the feeding grounds with some dismay. "I don't
think I'm going to be able to leave," he notes dejectedly.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, L'klal's burnished bronze Pteynth rears on
hind legs and bugles a greeting to bronze Ahazeth and his rider, T'asu of
Igen Weyr.

Indrath> Chezroth drops from some low-lying clouds, tinted orange in the
evening light, onto the herd of terrified beasts, his teeth bared and
glistening a pale ivory in the light. His impressive wings arch outward as
the bronze glides calmly toward the ground, a stark image of bundled-up
energy poised to wreak destruction on the rampaging creatures below. His
claws are splayed outward, talons razor sharp and glinting silver, looking
much like shimmering sporks of death.

Above, Ahazeth glides down from above.

Ahazeth backwings for a landing.
Ahazeth has arrived.

T'asu slips he leg from over Ahazeth's neck and shimmies out of the straps,
sliding down his bronzed neck to land with a gentle oomph on the ground.
T'asu has arrived.

Indrath> Lavish, outstretched wings catch Telgar's breezes, bear Indrath
-over- the pens -- an insouciant course wide about the panicked herd to the
hunt, to descend fast and sure and cage a terror-stricken wherry beneath
claws, slay with casual bloodlust and dine of the bounty the beast's throat
offers.

Sh'yar comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Sh'yar has arrived.

Ahazeth lumbers north.
Ahazeth has left.

Indrath> Ahazeth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Ahazeth has arrived.

Greylin comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Greylin has arrived.

Indrath> Falsanath, eyes already whirling violet, pounces deftly on a
terrified herdbeast, putting the creature out of its misery with one deft
*crunch* of his jaws. He's an altruist, really, nothing in it for him. His
stone-bronze muzzle leans down to drain the beast of its lifesblood,
movements practiced, but there's a tautness to his body, even to the casual
flick of his tail. He waits.

Indrath> Nraith circles several times, picking out the choicest of morsels,
which he then proceeds to pounce upon with unadultered glee. Lifting the
beast from the mewling pack, he snaps its spine and has it's belly slit open
before he even touches down. Thrusting his muzzle into the gore, he drinks
deeply, eyes whirling a threatening combination of wine red and flame yellow.

Indrath> As other dragons begin to gather, Herath peers around with jeweled
eyes, her jealousy blatant in the stares that befall the others. She has
never been pleased with the thought of having to share anything, much less
the beasts within these very pens. Craning her neck seductively, she starts
to preen a bit before her heated stare turns to the creatures scurrying
about the grounds. She may have to share, but she will certainly get her
fair amount.

Indrath> Toranth selects a beast of his own and swoops down, somewhat messily
dispatching it. Meant to do that too.

Indrath> Gyreventh pounces into the air and decends menicengly upon a fat
heardbeast who unfortunally caught his eye. His maw rips the animal's throat
out as he sucks greedily at the crimson flow.

Indrath> Chezroth lands in the middle of the pen, standing stock still save
for his glossy tail which lashes about frantically in excitement. Talons
scratch deep crevices into the sandy ground as Chezroth's eyes reel with
distinct reds and purples, gazing about with a single eyeridge arched at the
unfortunate beasts who, scampering madly about the feeding grounds, are
about to experience one of the more painful side effects of mating flights.
He gnashes his teeth together happily, the shining mouth spears white for
now, but soon to be dripping with the fluids of his prey.

P'ter comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
P'ter has arrived.

Indrath> Taralyth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from
the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within.
Indrath> Taralyth has arrived.

Indrath> With customary grace, or lack thereof, Seiranth vaults bawdily over
the feeding ground fence, snaps his wings out to glide and chases the
bawling, sweating herdbeasts in a tight circle, crowing loudly, before
fussily choosing his kill. A messy kill, he drops, dragging the unfortunate
beast to the ground, thrashing. A swift bite to the neck ends its struggles
and the brown drops his head to feed.

Indrath> - till, abruptly, Taralyth's sharpening those bright wings on the
frigid air, cutting a path down past _her_ to spill life's blood, heart's
heat in a violence of flying wherryfeathers. And a brighter eye spins up,
blue: going to challenge him for them?

Indrath> Kheprith dives on his own first kill, not bothering with the finess
of the older dragons, his tail lashing as he clamps his jaws on its neck
before it's even done dying, sucking for all he's worth on the lifeblood.

Indrath> Ahazeth soars over the grounds, selecting a nice fat buck. Once he's
spotted his prey, his wings adjust so as to slow his descent and settle his
large bronze body lightly ontop of the running body, slowly putting pressure
on the beast until its legs crumble into the ground and Ahazeth pins the
animal to the dirt. A roar of triumph is given and the massive bronze head
lowers to tear away the soft, white furred underbelly from the body of the
beast, letting the entrails spill out onto the ground. A long, pink tongue
laps at the guts, cleaning them free from the tangy liquid that covers them,
and then moves further into the carcass, cleaning the insides of the muscled
skeleton. His tail swishes slowly as he keeps his space clear from rival
dragons.

Indrath> Chenth holds back, letting the other, older, more experienced dragons
choose their kills first. Then, with a powerful leap - his wings snapping
out to cup the icy air - he's aloft, gliding down to a young, fat buck
sprinting away from the killing zones of the other dragons already blooding.
He crashes down on the back of the buck, neatly severing its spine with a
sharp crack and drags the carcass along the ground as he glides down to a
landing. His head dips, and glistening white teeth rip open the deceased
animal's throat before powerful jaws snap shut around the gushing wound to
drink deeply of the buck's rapidly-depleting lifeblood.

Indrath> Falsanath takes out a second herdbeast rather neatly, taking a moment
to lick the spattered blood from a talon. Neatness is a good thing, after
all. All sorts of crunching and cracking sounds can be inserted as the
beast's back snaps, but they will, for the benefit of those who have
recently eaten or those who may recently be eating, not be described.
Falsanath slurps, though 7-11, hopefully, does not serve this particular
variety of Slurpee.

Indrath> Sidonth doesn't waste any time or energy making a fancy entrance to
impress the gold. As his wings flatten against his massive back, he turns
his whirling red-violet eyes on the scrambling crowd of wherry and
herdbeast. Moving quicker than one might expect from this bronze, his eagar
talons tear at the first wherry to get near his reach. With a low cry, the
wherry goes down, and he is there to feast on the warm fount.

Indrath> Lacroith doesn't so much as come in to land in the grounds as plummet
to a sprawled, angry, controlled crash in the midst of an off shoot of the
main herd. His talons grip the ground and his jaw opens and closes slightly
as he breathes. Quick, but distracted, his head and neck swing out into the
fleeing beasts, attempting to bring down a buck. He manages to knock down an
animal, breaking one of it's legs. Useless bleats and calls from the beast
are silenced as the bronze slams his muzzle against it, crushing it's
ribcage. In almost quiet delight, Lacroith begins to pull open the hide,
condensation billowing out of the warm body which is now cooling in death.

"Blood, you beast," Kindre can be heard murmuring in a quiet voice. Despite
the fact that her dragon is several dragonlengths away, there is likely
little doubt that the gold can hear her somehow.

Indrath> Xannarth goggles at Herath with all the guilelessness of a babe
truely lost in the wood. His muzzle twitches a little before the scent of
hot ichor seeps into his awareness and stirs something his primordial core
into action. A young herdbeast with a delightful taste of fear to him is
quickly followed by a second.

Indrath> Aisheth crosses the fence in a glide, not landing at all he swoops
along over the ground, his shadow flickering over the feeding grounds in the
evening light. He heads towards the milling herdbeast, his tail twitches and
he changes direction fractionally until his shadow starts to cross the
center of a group that breaks up in panic. The bronze turns his head from
his prey to watch another creature, far larger, for more glamorous. He
warbles towards Herath and then turns back to the herd, his own hunger need
returning to his mind. Larger the shadow of Aisheth suddenly gets until
talons sink into a panicked beast and lift it from the ground, lowing in
pain.

A'lex smirks, "He only wants one... goooood. Nice and tired." He turns his
head towards the Senior Queen's ledge, "He'll be the only grumpy one
tonight."

Indrath> Herath leaps with a meaningful and shattering *THUD* She peers over
several creatures, sizing them up mayhaps. The heat in her eyes betrays her
intense hunger. In an instant she twists her neck, her jaw clamping upon a
beast that had the misfortune to be too close to her...almost daring her to
take him! As its screams slowly grow silent, her eyes shift to some unseen
presence. The contempt is obvious in her verbal snarls that accompany her
unheard response, rumbles reverberating around the beasts neck.

L'son labours for a breath and winces a bit as he watches, seemingly unable to
look away. "This...this is what it is then" he growls low and pulls open the
top two buttons of his jacket flap.

I'sai's breath hisses soft and silent from him, white from the cold as his
shirt-cuffs, as the snow, as his sharp features; he sidesteps, looking for
the pens - and there's Lysseth; a smile curves - "Tired?" angling long paces
towards the ivory of Kindre's skirt, the auburn of her upswept hair. From
the left.

G'har, watching his lifemate, has taken up a deceptively relaxed stance,
though his hands, knotted behind his back, give the lie to his manner.
There's a quiet murmur, heard by none but the rider and his lifemate, but
his attention is focused purely on Falsanath.

Indrath> Chezroth hunches down, his forelegs nestled into the dirt, as his
beady eyes dart back and forth. About him the herdbeasts stampede, their
minds blind with panic and fear as the blooding dragons do their dirty work.
All of a sudden, it is as though every muscle in Chezroth's brazen body is
moving at once, the dragon thrusting forward to snatch a scampering beast in
his jaws. A fine mist of blood leaves a red haze in the air as the creature
is slaughtered, its spasming body going limp within the maw of its bronze
executioner. Like an unwanted toy, Chezroth tosses the corpse aside, eyes
already scanning the pen for his next kill.

Lysseth has her slim head tucked beneath one wing, the better to avoid the
spectacle--but one blue eye does peep out, glinting return for that smile,
and mild mirth for everyone else.

S'phan has clenched his fists until the knuckles turned white, and grits his
teeth. "This...is not what I had in mind," he mutters.

P'ter shakes his head, "Of all the times." He frowns out over the bowl,
talking to himself and his dragon quietly, "Aish, take your mind off that
for a second will you. Tell Tivu that I won't be able to pick Terac up till
later." He ponders, "And kill that sharding beast, how many times have I
told you not to play with your food!"

Funny how someone can look vulnerable and intensely annoyed all in one
expression. Tieren presses forward with the rest, muttering under her breath.

Indrath> Nraith lifts his muzzle from the gore to breathe then plunges it back
again. A bit too soon, apparently, as bubbles of blood and bile emerge from
the gash where he's planted his face. After another few gulps, he lifts the
carcass high, letting the last of the beast's life essence drip forth into
his open maw.

Indrath> Ahazeth ruts his head deep within the chest cavity of the beast that
still breathes. Lungs are pierced by fangs, and a pink foam begins to form
around the nostrils and mouth of the dying herdbeast. Suffering is cut short
as the heart is consumed and the beast is drained by Ahazeth. The bronze
dragon, his hide slowly gaining a lustre that could only come from the
blooding before a flight, pulls his head out of the body and swivels around
to look for a second victim. A frightened female, heavy with calf, cowers
against a huddled mass of beasts, frightened by the killing that has begon.
She will do... The hulking bronze figure slowly steps towards the beasts,
trapped by their ignorance in the corner of the grounds. Every step sends a
small puff of the ground up around the massive paws. His tail swishes behind
him, and his bronzed lips curl back from his massive teeth as the animal
screams with fear. Then...its heart gives out, and the beast falls to the
ground. Almost, as though she were holding them back, the rest of the beasts
spill forth, running towards and around the bronze dragon and into the rest
of the clearing. Ahazeth takes down a few as he goes for the fallen female,
and he pulls them towards him into a pile as he proceeds to drain each and
every one in a gluttonous manner.

Indrath> Chenth lifts his head, his muzzle stained with blood, from the
sucked-dry corpse beneath his nose. His tongue darts out, sweeping about his
jaws, cleansing the blood. His head swings about, watching the
panic-stricken... FOOD... running around... then snorts explosively. It'll
be just one for him tonight. He is young, he is strong! He only needs one.
Nudging the carcass out of his way with betaloned hands, he creeps away from
it, steam issuing from his nostrils.

T'asu frowns and rubs his arms, the parcels he came with at his feet. He
mumbles something about archivists and then inhales deeply. His eyes flicker
through the gathered males and then they find Kindre. A frown graces his
usually pleasant features.

Indrath> Sidonth stalks amongst the beasts with long strides, his claws
heaving chunks of earth into the air. He passes many of the smaller beasts
by without a glance, searching for the bigger ones that offer him the most
energy and strength when in the air. His multi-faceted eyes fix upon a big
herdbeast, licking his forked tongue over his sullied maw in anticipation.
With a swift leap and a bite from his strong jaw, the beast is added to
blood of many in this bronze.

Sh'yar concentrates on what his dragon is doinb bue does cast a longing look
at Kindre, looking at her from head to toe.

S'dar rolls his eyes at Chezroth, but his nonchalantness is betrayed by the
way he grits his teeth together. He takes a moment to look around at the
other riders nearby, then gives Kindre a rather longer glance, before
turning back to watch the bloodfest in the feeding grounds.

Indrath> Falsanath lets out a low, quiet sound, not unlike a growl, though he
doesn't move to take another herdbeast. He just makes sure he looks neat,
and then edges to a spot near the edge of the feeding grounds, though a spot
where he can also keep a close eye on Herath. Sun-bronzed wings unfurl
slightly, and he warns off a nearby brown with a short, sharp bugle. His.
Possessive, isn't he? Especially so early in the game. There's a glance to
the younger participants, and then a quiet rumble--not advice, but warning,
as the contest that lies ahead will not be an easy one.

Indrath> Xannarth accidently makes his next kill when a sudden turn with
outstretched claws nets an already hobbled buck. No mind that the gain is
perhaps ill gotten, it's fuel all the same for the struggle to come. He
drinks deeply and casts his attention around again to find Herath.

Indrath> Toranth sucks the last of the blood from his herdbeast and then peers
around at the others. He inhales, his chest broadening, and then pounces for
another. Snap! This kill is a bit neater than the last and the brown can't
help a pleased rumble as he lowers his head again.

Indrath> Onyx blades abandon drained kill, move further with lethal quickness
and claim another -- Indrath'll answer contemptuous cry with ferocity, with
baritone challenge bellowed over winter-crisp air to rising queen. Ovine
joins wherry, dead in blood-choked, hoof-churned snow; and now caress of
tongue along prey's throat pulls life's bright fuel from it -- dapple
Telgar's dusk, writ upon throat and muzzle, with crimson.

Indrath> Aisheth lands on top of the lowing beast in his claws, the abrupt
shock of his landing causing a sudden but only temporary pause in the noise.
Then Aisheth changes his grip and lowers his head to pinch teeth around the
creature, its terrified voice finding itself again as it is lifted high into
the air, Aisheth watching the wonderful tawny hide of Herath as he lifts his
head, his neck stretched out, his jaws slowly starting to clamp down on the
herdbeast in his maw.

A small smile curls one side of Kindre's lips as, it would seem, Herath
actually listens to her for once. "Good girl...stubborn, but good..." there
is an affection in her voice, however, as she watches even from this
distance.

Greylin stuffs her hands in her pockets, and she looks totally unhappy,
staring at the ground, strain on her face.

Indrath> Taralyth watches, whirling-eyed, winter-eyed: watches the
lattice-winged queen kill, watches her argue, and - from the left, ever from
the left - chooses thoughtlessly swift, this beast of hers a young buck with
patchy hide. Those sharp talons don't miss, even in the crowd, in the cold;
but when that cognac-dark muzzle drops to drink - Taralyth but tastes, and
spits it out, a splatter of copper against the crumpled snow. Tosses his
head. Swings the corpse away to distantly crumple: that, -that- he won't
have for even blood's sake, no bitterness yet this night.

Indrath> Kheprith lifts his bloody muzzle, then hopskotches over to another
herdbeast, knocking it down before killing it, a claw haphazardly gutting
the still-twitching beast before sinking his teeth into its neck.

Indrath> Gyreventh tackles another hapless heardbeast and drains it of it's
precious life giving fluid. Eyes swirling now a deep, almost black purple he
remains very still, as a feline awaiting to pounce, eyes focused intentely
on Herath.

V'sha folds his arms across his chest, his storm-cloud-grey eyes flickering
over the goldrider lost in the bond between her and her lifemate, and looks
her up and down, sizing her up. Then his eyes narrow, his own focus calling
to him, and he gazes back out at the feeding grounds, his upper lip curling
up in a tiny little snarl.

A'lex starts for a moment, eyes wide with panic. Apparently the Bronzer let
his guard down, and the dragon urges have caught hold more than he'd been
hoping for. His head turns towards Kindre in an almost leer-- something he'd
never allow himself to do in public were it not for his rather randy
lifemate.

Indrath> Lacroith spends just enough time with the beast he's killed in order
to get his teeth into the opened side and shake violently, the body flashing
in a crescent on the ground and smearing a trail of blood and gore. Raising
his muzzle away, red spattering the frothy yellow bronze of his nose and
dripping in rivulets down his neck, Lacroith does a half hop, his wings
snapping out and pumping virulently to give him lift into the air, and takes
off after a female and her two calves wheeling their way from the carnage.
As he swings low over them, Lacroith sweeps his muzzle across to batter the
group to the ground, a flash of blood from the previous kill spraying at the
time of the contact.

G'har shakes out his hands lightly, pulling them away from the fisted location
behind his back, and ruffles one hand through his hair before he tugs at the
collar of his jacket, pulling it open despite the cold. He glances towards
Kindre, then, and sidles in her direction, quite possibly stepping on a foot
or two in the process. Grace incarnate, he's not.

K'ran arrays himself amid the throng, loosening shoulders with languid shrugs
while hands clench of their own accord into compulsive fists. His eyes, too,
slant over Kindre's form, dare those lavendar-wrapped curves, follow the
pinned-up rust-auburn tresses.

Indrath> As if answering the unheard voice, Herath gives the carcass a
violent, defying shake. She then offers a gritty growl to show her disdain
at being forced against her will. Snarling more in what seems to be sheer
contempt, she finally withdraws every bit of blood from her limp prey before
tossing it without a second glance. The next several creatures get little
warning as she snaps them from their scattering field mates.

Indrath> Seiranth lurches his blood flecked form forward and flexes those
brawny muscles again with an air of superiority that is likely mostly
bravado. One forepaw shoots out and snags a beast by its haunches. He draws
the struggling animal towards him, growling and hissing noisily and rips
into the throat with a leisurely talon. Fastening his jaws to the ragged
incision, he sucks greedily, blood flowing bright scarlet over his muzzle
and on to the frozen ground below.

P'ter licks dry lips, pulling a face as he finds his tongue dry also. He looks
across to Kindre and his face changes as he does so, seeing her affectionate
look towards Herath his face softens, smoothes out, returning to the normal
good demeanor that P'ter is known for back home. He tilts his head as he
looks at her, his gaze taking in her form. Strewth, he almost looks like his
dragon when he does that.

D'zel whistles low, half under his breath and just shakes his head, glancing
around to steal a glimpse of Kindre while he still have half a mind.

"My boot," I'sai reminds G'har so gently as he passes, eyes lit by more than
waning Timor into the blue of a flame's heart. "...Careful."

S'phan licks his lips nervously, glancing at the others. "This is worse than
that time Dastra and I drank those three skins of wine," he mutters, and
then throws D'zel a guilty look. "Oops."

Indrath> Chezroth cranes his neck upwards and, with lightning reflexes, plucks
a wherry from the sky. An audible *crack* can be heard as the hapless
creature's neck is snapped in two - maybe even three. Or four. It doesn't
really matter - the neck will serve no further use to the dispatched wherry.
After a few good shakes, The bronze pulls back his head, and flings the
creature's stiff carcass across the pen. A resounding *thwack* echos dully
across the feeding grounds as the wherry hits the fence, leaving a bright
splotch of gore as it slides down the fence to the ground. Chezroth emits a
lout *burp*, and a few feathers pop out of his mouth.

Indrath> Ahazeth seems rather content in his pile of carcasses, growing more
as the time passes. Obsidian talons grip and squeeze the bodies as he drains
the lifebloods from the beasts, some still alive bleating in pain and
crisis, others still, their eyes glazed over in death. His hide ripples with
the twitching of his muscles, soaked in energy and ready to react at the
smallest hint that the golden queen may leap into the skies. His eyes whirl
a swift, hungry crimson, and his nostrils flare with every breath that he
takes. He pauses from his drinking and his tongue slithers from his dreadful
maw to clean the burgundy liquid from his wedge-shaped head. Ridges settle
heavy over his eyes and he nudges the carcasses around, somewhat angry that
there are no fresh ones in the bunch. He stands, and shakes, his wings
rustling against his hide as they unfurl and shake loose. He hops a little
and lands on a nearby bovine, snapping its back. Large jaws clamp over the
midsection of the body, muscles contracting and causing the bones to snap
audibly.

Indrath> Falsanath's whippy tail twitches with almost feline anticipation,
though this would be one massive feline. Still, it's better for dragons to
be bigger than felines. There's restraint in him, though, as he watches,
waits, looks for just the right time, and an almost preternatural alertness.
He warns off a younger dragon who blocks his view of Herath, with a quiet
rumble.

T'asu inhales again and rubs his arms, looking around. He steps out of the
crowd a little, falling into the background and trying to seem fairly
inconspicuous. He's an observer by nature.

Indrath> Aisheth's jaws clamp down on the dying herdbeast. A loud crack of
bone can be heard and the last terrified moo is cut off in mid 'oo'. Aisheth
lips fold as best he can around the carcass and he squeezes, tissues
rupturing, more bones breaking. Blood flows down the bronzes throat as he
enjoys his favorite method of eating. Red stained drool slides down over his
jaw where his lips don't quite meet.

Indrath> Toranth hops out of the way, licking his muzzle clean. He never takes
his fast-whirling eyes off of the glowing gold, although he does keep the
other males where he can see them, puffing himself up again.

Tieren echos her lifemate with one of those unbecoming hisses and then retains
enough humanity to clamp her mouth shut, bootheels grinding into the snow.

D'zel glances sharply at S'phan, a pinprick of his usual life stirring him.
"All right now, don't be thinking about my sister at a time like this."

"Huh?" is G'har's ever-so-brilliant reply to I'sai, but then he apparently
realizes what he's done. "Oh, sorry--bit preoccupied. You understand, I'm
sure." And he manages a faintly tense smile, though it's something more of
an exercise in teeth-baring. From G'har's vaguely mild expression, though,
this is clearly rather unintentional.

Indrath> Chenth watches the blooding intently, still keeping to the
self-imposed rule of just one. He does, however, lower his head, and nuzzle
the cooling carcass of a beast before moving on, his wings unfolding from
his back. He spreads them out to their full length, luxuriating in the feel
of cold air flowing over his apple-cider skin, and his lungs fill with air.
Great bronze maw opening, he shouts out a challenging bugle to the blooding
males.

L'son mutters "Bloody hell" under his breath as he squints at the proceedings
in the feeding grounds, words equally as literal as figurative for the
moment. Another two buttons of his riding jacket flap are undone, more
roughly than the previous two. He twitches momentarily before looking over
at Kindre, his jaw hanging slack as he breathes, remembering to close it as
a bit of saliva pools in his cheek and threatens to spill out. He wipes at
the corner of his lip as a bit does, but he looks neither embarassed nor
angry - simply intent.

Indrath> Sidonth flashes his ichor-covered teeth in the direction of one
brown. Snaking his neck out, he sinks the piercing daggers into the tender
flesh of the brown's kill. His nostrils flare smugly, drinking the blood
from the carcass as his eyes shift to the next prey. The next action he
performs is a swift head-butt into the side of a fleeing wherry, falling to
the ground in a mass of chaos as the dark bronze hovers over it for a moment
before claiming this blood as his own. Stretching up reflexively, his eyes
close completely in the pure pleasure of the new strength, letting his gaze
slide lustfully onto the only thing that matters: the lovely Herath.

Indrath> Kill, and kill again -- and with prey's death Indrath might incite
her to answer violence's glory with yet more. Jealous, dark wings, wings
dancing with dusk's glimmers and moonlight's ghosts, mantle; hide another
wherry's last, screaming moments while blood of green joins blood of red
'pon pens' floor. And then silence, elegant poise -- he'll once more gather
evening's breezes, coil muscles, ready to join this coral-blushed gold in
violet skies.

Kindre's eyes slip shut, her jaw closed and obviously tense as Herath's
presense and need begin to take over her own thoughts, feelings. She
swallows and then moistens her lips against the cold surrounding them all.

Indrath> Xannarth flickers his tongue out to clean the lovely ichor from his
muzzle and seems to be considering another kill, his muscles tense and
ready, aching to take to the sky with the glorious golds. Another bronze
jostles him and he rumbles his annoyance, so many others to just get in the
way.

Indrath> Lacroith smoothely glides his jaws shut on the smallest of the two
calves he knocked down with their mother, his teeth sliding into the flesh
easily. One tooth is sent into the skull of the animal and there's a moment
of pause before the pressure of the closing maw becomes to great and the
young bone is cracked and shattered. Tilting his head up high, Lacroith lets
the young animal drip its blood down his throat and flood over the sides of
his mouth as his tongue threshes about. In a quick movement he snaps his
neck downwards and opens his mouth wide, the calf flying down to crumple in
a heap next to the dead mother and sibling, having died from the wounds
received from being knocked down earlier.

Indrath> Ahazeth has drank his fill and now he steps back from the beasts that
he has left littering the field. His legs fold and his body crouches,
muscles gathering strength as he readies himself for pursuit. Head lowers
and wings are pulled high over his shoulders whilst he waits.

Indrath> Machismo time. Seiranth's brassy bugle thunders into the air and he
crouches, humming, eyes fixed upon the queen. Although large for his colour,
he's noticeably smaller than his metallic counterparts and seeks to draw
attention to himself by his manly statuesque poses. Oooh, look at me.

Indrath> Taralyth pauses in his newest kill - more favored, for when he tears
out this one's throat, he claims it fully, even licking up the last ichor
that sputters the more feebly as its pulse drums silent - to echo and reecho
that growl, deeper, throatier, darkness within a flawless sky; to sink to
his haunches, prepared - aware. To the left.

Tieren looks suddenly sick, "Oh no. Not the pose." she mumbles to herself. Oh,
the humiliation.

Indrath> Nraith is through blooding. Now he crouches. Waiting. Intense. Soon
she will go, and he will Chase. That is the way things are...

"Right," and I'sai answers him with tenor voice gone oddly deep; his eyes are
wide, unblinking, robbed of color by distant dragons' shades. Distant,
scarcely question, " - Pose - "

S'phan glances at Tieren, a wan smile crossing his face before he looks back
at the action in the feeding grounds. Swallowing hard and looking a little
green, he peeks over at Kindre, then quickly away.

Indrath> Kheprith flicks one of his wings back lazily as he finishes another
beast off, leaving its broken corpse in his wake.

P'ter rubs his face with his hand. "Shards Aish, you could of killed it
sooner", sighs the rider, then shrugs as he shakes his head slightly. He
turns from his dragon back to Kindre, watching her as Aisheth is watching
Herath. He sets his jaw, his features hardening as he frowns again, though
the frown seems to cover other emotions in that look. His gaze flicks to
Tieren, then out to see the 'pose' she is talking about. He blinks.

The normally warm and exhuberant V'sha seems to have gone strangely cold,
passionless. Upper lip still curled in a vicious snarl, he eyes the other
brown-and-bronzeriders, his sneer deepening as he notes those that are
slipping deeper and deeper under the influence of the demanding
personalities, the overwhelming echo of thoughts from their steeds of the
air.

"Weyr." A simple word from Kindre, almost an exact echo of something growled
at her so many turns ago the first time Herath took to the skies.

Kindre walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
Kindre has left.

You walk up short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.

Herath's Ledge
Herath's ledge is just that: hers. Overlooking the southern bowl of Telgar
Weyr, this is where she can most oft be found soaking in the mid-afternoon's
warming sun. The ledge itself is scarred by hundreds of ghostly inhabitants'
claw marks -- some so anchient, the winds and rains have nearly beaten them
smooth. It is large enough, too, to accomodate Herath as well as one or two
others. A thick curtain marks the entrance to the inner, protected part of
the weyr.
The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the
stars. while Timor shines in half moon though the smaller Belior closes its
eye to dream. There seems to be a light breeze and the winter air is cold.
Contents:
Kindre
Obvious exits:
Bowl Weyr

In the bowl, S'dar tugs at his rider's jacket, teeth gritted against the
inevitable.

In the bowl, V'sha walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, V'sha has left.

V'sha comes up from the bowl.
V'sha has arrived.

In the bowl, Mh'al walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, Mh'al has left.

Mh'al comes up from the bowl.
Mh'al has arrived.

In the bowl, S'phan looks up.

In the bowl, D'zel walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, D'zel has left.

D'zel comes up from the bowl.
D'zel has arrived.

In the bowl, A'lex walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, A'lex has left.

A'lex comes up from the bowl.
A'lex has arrived.

In the bowl, G'har walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, G'har has left.

G'har comes up from the bowl.
G'har has arrived.

In the bowl, Tieren walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, Tieren has left.

Tieren comes up from the bowl.
Tieren has arrived.

In the bowl, P'ter walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, P'ter has left.

P'ter comes up from the bowl.
P'ter has arrived.

Indrath> Herath tears into one last beast, its blood adding to the other
splatters across her glowing, amber form. Her eyes stay on the blues, browns
and bronzes sharing Telgar's grounds rather than on her prey now. Offering
one final, spine-chilling taunt, she lifts her head and snaps her jaws
tight. Crouching low, every last tendon and muscle tenses visibly on her
hide before she unhinges and is suddenly in the welkin. Wings beat with the
deep, instinctual rhythm that has brought her into these skies many times
before.

In the bowl, Greylin walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, Greylin has left.

Greylin comes up from the bowl.
Greylin has arrived.

Indrath> Aisheth shakes his head violently, a leg of herdbeast escaping his
mouth and flopping free. The dragon's throat works as he drains the carcass
but then other factors intervene. He roars after the departing Herath, the
echo coming back from the walls of the bowl a few seconds later. The carcass
is abandoned, discarded, dropping to the ground like a broken doll as the
bronze leaps from the ground, his wings arching down with a snap as the
membranes fill with the resistance of the clear cold air.

Indrath> Herath takes off, wherries scurrying from around her. With massive
wingbeats, Herath catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl.
Indrath> Herath has left.

Indrath> Nraith takes off, wherries scurrying from around him. With massive
wingbeats, Nraith catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl.
Indrath> Nraith has left.

Indrath> Sidonth takes off, wherries scurrying from around him. With massive
wingbeats, Sidonth catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl.
Indrath> Sidonth has left.

Indrath> Taralyth takes off, wherries scurrying from around him. With massive
wingbeats, Taralyth catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl.
Indrath> Taralyth has left.

Indrath> Chenth takes off, wherries scurrying from around him. With massive
wingbeats, Chenth catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl.
Indrath> Chenth has left.

In the bowl, I'sai walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, I'sai has left.

I'sai comes up from the bowl.
I'sai has arrived.

Indrath> Falsanath takes off, wherries scurrying from around him. With massive
wingbeats, Falsanath catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl.
Indrath> Falsanath has left.

Indrath> You take off, wherries scurrying from around you. With massive
wingbeats you catch a thermal rising to the top of the bowl.

Indrath> Air Above Telgar Weyr
Indrath> Contents:
Indrath> Falsanath
Indrath> Chenth
Indrath> Taralyth
Indrath> Sidonth(#4500IVaepqs)
Indrath> Nraith(#4400JOaepqs)
Indrath> Herath
Indrath> Obvious exits:
Indrath> Sky Above Telgar Outside Telgar Weyr
Indrath> Seiranth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> Seiranth has arrived.

In the bowl, S'dar walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, S'dar has left.

S'dar comes up from the bowl.
S'dar has arrived.

Indrath> Chezroth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> Chezroth has arrived.

Indrath> Kheprith rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> Kheprith has arrived.

In the bowl, S'phan walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, S'phan has left.

S'phan comes up from the bowl.
S'phan has arrived.

In the bowl, T'asu walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, T'asu has left.

T'asu comes up from the bowl.
T'asu has arrived.

Indrath> Xannarth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> Xannarth has arrived.

Indrath> From the North, Ahazeth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> From the North, Ahazeth has arrived.

Indrath> Xannarth has been mentally shaken up by Seiranth's impressive
posturing and looks bewildered for a moment, even surprised to be up in the
air. up in the air, still, here he is, in pursuit of the effulgent gold,
Herath. He's pressed in the throng and brushes briefly against first a brown
and then a bronze before he finds a place for his wingspan.

Indrath> Ahazeth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
Indrath> Ahazeth has arrived.

Indrath> From the North, Toranth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> From the North, Toranth has arrived.

Indrath> Aisheth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> Aisheth has arrived.

Indrath> And lo, the moment for which Falsanath has been waiting. As Herath
takes to the air, he arrows after her, powerful muscles pushing him into the
unfamiliar sky. For he is the Seeker, and she the golden prize whose capture
will bring an end to the game. Now all he needs is Firebolt, or at least a
Nimbus 2000--wait, no, wrong genre. Sans broom, with no propulsion but his
strong wings, he tracks Herath's movements, his own smooth and even. No need
to rush. The early bird may get the worm, but who wants a worm?

Indrath> Lacroith rises up from the feeding grounds.
Indrath> Lacroith has arrived.

Indrath> Toranth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
Indrath> Toranth has arrived.

Indrath> Toranth bugles as he launches himself up, about time!

In the bowl, L'son walks up the short stairwell to Herath and Kindre's ledge.
In the bowl, L'son has left.

L'son comes up from the bowl.
L'son has arrived.

Indrath> Ahazeth launches in pursuit, his mighty wings sending him upwards at
amazing speeds. Its only moments before Ahazeth finds a strong thermal,
oneof many in the Telgarian skies. He beats a few times and then looks to
see where that gold has gotten herself to. A speck of saffron in the skies
draws his eyes and that is where he aims, body stretching out like an arrow
shot from a hunter's long bow. Forward he flies.

Indrath> Chenth had been waiting for just this moment, as well, and as the
gold rises into the sky and the airspace is filled with the sudden fury of
beating wings as the males rise after her, he launches himself. Voicing a
thunderous challenge, the sound rebounding off of the Bowl walls, his wings
beat the air mercilessly, pummeling the frigid breezes as he rises after her.

I'sai casts pale, protective eyes toward her - the curtain - her - the dragons
- her - the sky - her - and even as decisively as he paces within the crowd,
within that crowd he ghosts silent.

The Igen bronzer's sneer might, in other circumstances, incite K'ran to take
up gauntlet tossed down; but tonight, tonight V'sha earns aught but silence
for his troubles, and Indrath's lifemate dares to whistle an easy tune as he
joins the others. But those eyes, storm-tossed blue, roil beneath outward
insouciance.

T'asu finds a place out of the way, growling at a rider who encroaches on his
space, "BACK OFF," He snarls.

Indrath> Lacroith trumpets in an almost dutiful way and pushes away from the
grounds, leaping up high before his wings unfurl and sweep hard at the air,
bringing him into his first chase. Weaving through the dirty air, wash
created by all the closely flying dragon forms, Lacroith is buffeted by the
winds, currents and breezes, his larger form finding difficulty amidst some
of the smaller bronzes and browns which are able to get the edge on him.

D'zel smacks someone's hand absently and then realizes that it's his own and
pushes them both safely into pockets as he leans against the wall and sinks
more fully into Xannarth's awareness.

P'ter strides in with a long legged pace, strides right past and through some
of the others till he arrives at the far wall. Once there he places his back
to it, folds his arms and spreads his legs and for the moment at least,
shuts his eyes. His dragon claiming most of his mind.

S'phan recoils slightly at the other rider's snarl even though he's on the
other side of the weyr. He looks almost miserably around him. "D'zel?" He
calls quietly, plaintively.

Indrath> Sidonth enjoys the freedom of the air under his outstretched wings,
savoring this brief moment where he is one with the sky once more. With a
subtle climb, he seems very serene amongst the beating wings of competing
brown and bronze alike. Fixated on the distant amber form, his heart and
wings beat for only one that flies ahead in all her glory.

Indrath> Chezroth sails steadily against the shimmering light of the evening
sky, his bronze hide glistening a spackled orange tinted with muted green.
Wings thunder against freezing wind as Chezroth speeds through the air, eyes
beaded and eyeridges furrowed in determination. Although the rest of the
chasers surround him at all sides, Chezroth seems hardly aware of their
existence, his eyes - and thoughts - focused solely on that fabulous glowing
tail.

V'sha takes slow, deliberate steps as the convoy tags along after Kindre. He
takes up position, a scowl creasing his finely tanned features as his head
turns, looking back out at the bowl. Giving a soft grunt, he looks back to
the goldrider, and oop! He's bumped into by the rider who'd been trying to
back away from T'asu. To this unfortunate rider, he gives a wordless shove,
propelling him away to take up residence -elsewhere-.

G'har goes along with the crowd, dark green eyes not -quite- in focus, though
he manages this time, at least, not to step on anybody. He's getting better!
Though he doesn't, at this particular moment, think he'll go for a walk. He
finds a good spot to place himself, not-quite-there gaze locked onto Kindre.
Lips move soundlessly, inaudible advice to his dragon. Now, apparently, he
seems a bit more interested in the chase.

L'son's features have contorted into a grimace of distaste, displeasure, as he
finds a space to lean against one wall. Folding his arms against his chest,
he grips his hands into fists, the gloves he still wears stretching and
squeaking as the leather pulls from the tense grip.

Kindre just leans against a familiar spot on her ledge - apparently the cool
air something she needs so desperately right now from the sweat lining her
forehead. Lost with Herath, too, is obvious along her features - her
grey-blue eyes just a shadow of their usual vibrant hue.

Mh'al seems happy by himself, finishing the redfruit he had nearly forgotten
in all the rush. With a contented sigh, he finds a free space to sit and
relax, having not looked once in the direction of Kindre since he arrived
earlier.

Indrath> Seiranth flaps his great wings madly in a flurry of unrequited lust
and launches his rather ungainly, yet powerful, form into the skies. Neck
stretching out, forelegs grasping at empty air, he barrels his way through
the bodies of the other males, attempting to dodge out of politeness but
barging his way through more or less. A slightly high pitched bugle emits
from his throat, possibly a dulcet call to entice Herath. Or perhaps he
strained something in takeoff?

A'lex just plants himself dead center on the ledge, daring anyone to move him.
He stares at Kin with a combination of need, and familiarity.

D'zel dimly hears his name and turns to reassure S'phan with a hoarse whisper,
even if he has been drinking with his sister he's still a clutchmate, "I'm
here S'phan, just don't make any sudden movements and it'll be okay."

Greylin finds a spot alone, nowhere near the others as possible, her head
down, looking a bit uncomfortable.

S'dar walks in, eyes gazing around Herath's ledge as though checking out her
digs, but by the dulled-out look in his eyes, he's not taking any of it in.
He finds some familiar looking riders and goes to stand next to them,
leaning his shoulder against a nearby wall, nodding to himself as he
experiences the headrush of his lifemate.

Indrath> Taralyth rises high - yet after Nraith, who leads them now as well as
Fall, after foreign Sidonth - angles to the left, away, away and ever up,
those blooded beasts forgotten fuel for the fire they've sparked to rage
wild within the winter night. There's challenge enough in these skies; he'll
not argue with the winds, but persuade them with every silken wingbeat, the
sweep of outstretched muzzle through to tail's very tip, guided by the
singular scent of hers that the night relays. Herath - and from the left.

S'phan mutters, "Sudden movements, okay." He makes himself as still as he can.

Tieren steps warily into the knot of riders, eyes flicking about her as if to
assess any potential danger.

Indrath> The cold air is refreshing to the heated Ahazeth as he beats his
wings. If dragons could sweat this race certainly would warrant it. Massive
wings beat heavilly, and a long bronze tail waves behind his coppery form.
Muscles ripple beneath the metallic hide and talons slash in the air at
dragons that come too close. Warnings, and no injuries, that is all the
extra effort that Ahazeth gives to the others, as all his attention is
focussed on pursuing the golden beauty that has the hearts of so many.

I'sai seeks not to dislodge their Weyr's leader; yet as a man - he'll step
aside, step around, duck past the rider who's playing pinball with V'sha and
T'asu, ease by Tieren - toward Kindre as he can, shoulders braced in a
peculiar sort of protection. Near; and not too near. From the left.

"What's the big deal about this anyway?" L'son suddenly calls out irratibly,
not really expecting an answer if his tone is any indication. He scowls out
at nothing in particular and kicks hard at an imaginary stone on the floor,
his leg sweeping around. His head turns quickly as some obscenities are
called back and he watches Kindre. Watches.

Indrath> And dusky wings -- canny, ready -- -seize- these scant winds, bend
them to iron will: Indrath surges up after, baring strength through
uncharacteristic agility in that valorous rush from earth. He'll jostle with
the pack for now, silent for all the jockeying for position above, around,
behind; but'll keep close, earn a share of these skies, -her- skies, with
each sweep of 'sails. His -and- hers.

Indrath> Toranth arrows himself after the gold. With an almost-squawk of
dismay, he finds himself crowded by bronzes and browns. As a bronze hisses
at him, he veers a little and nearly collides with a fellow brown. Toranth
drops a bit to clear himself from the pack and wings along just underneath
the others, eyes still on the prize.

T'asu crouches, his long arms wrapping around his upper torso. He spots L'son
and nods once to the bronze rider from his home weyr. "My thoughts exactly,
bronzerider." His voice is deep and hollow.

P'ter opens his eyes now, his body once more under his control. He tightens
his folded arms, each hand gripping the sleeve it rests on. A frown crosses
his face as Aisheth starts to climb, the rider shaking his head, watching
Kindre with an eye that is a mix of things, of lust, of dragon, of partial
understanding.

Indrath> Herath revels in her flight! For now the others are too far beneath
her to cause her concern. The soft caresses of air rolling over her flesh,
the coolness of the night and the pure rush of being one with the sky is all
too good not to enjoy, if even only for so brief a period of time. Her
tendency to be cautious during flight is also momentarily forgotten, the
scars along her wing barely a memory.

Indrath> Kheprith doesn't bother with jockeying for position, his wings
creaking with the effort he's putting into keeping up with the larger
bronzes, much less the even larger queen. Any given thermal is used
judiciously to increase his altitude, whisps of cloud trailing from his
wings as he bursts through a small and pretty cumulus cloud.

Indrath> Aisheth roars again, his mouth open to the wind, the sound of his
voice carrying well as he bellows his desires for all, and Herath, to hear.
He chases after the tawny gold for the first few moments, then peels away
from the main group, his large wings beating heavily in that air, forcing
his heavy body upwards, lifting his bulk higher and yet higher in a struggle
for height. The dragon's muscles flicker under his hide, the wet streaks
coming back from his muzzle staining his white-bronze hide red and foamed
pink down the length of his neck. He bugles now, bugles his intent to the
wonder of Herath, bugles of his stamina, bugles of his lust, bugles of his
strengths.

Indrath> Falsanath's whippy tail seems to be having a good old time, as it
just happens to flick, like those party favors that unfurl when one end is
blown into, towards the face of a fellow chaser. Oops! Really, purely
unintentional. No apology comes from the bronze, though, his attention
focused purely on Herath. An unfamiliar thermal gives him a moment of
trouble, but then he recovers, and while he is, of course, beneath Herath,
he is still here, and one who is low can look towards the stars, at least,
and dare to dream, to change his stars, even, and while he flies, he hopes.

Indrath> Ahazeth needs to gain some distance, so he folds his wings and dives
down at an angle that gives him speed and distance, even if the altitude is
compromised. Before he gets too low, he shoots back upwards, using the
thermals to maintain the speed he's gained and thus slingshotting upwards
into the sky. The older Igen Bronze's Bellow is joined by a roar from the
younger bronze, Ahazeth, responding to the challenge with vigor. He can win,
he will win...he SHALL win.

Indrath> Chezroth is nudged roughly by a nearby dragon, and begins to fall
slightly out of position. Snarling, he pushes his way back into the fold,
but not before hammering against the wind with a few powerful strokes to get
himself into a slightly better position than before. He scans the rest of
the pack, nodding to himself, perhaps guaging a plan of attack. After a
short pause, he pulls his wings high above his body, so that he drops down a
dragonlength or two to be underneath a rather large cluster of dragons.
Using them as wind resistance, wings thump against air once more, as he
creeps his way forward beneath them, a dark shadow stealthily stalking.

Indrath> Xannarth struggles, in competition with himself, his wings seeking
the harmony of swift flight in uncertain skies. His eyes lock on to the
crimson hue of the Queen and therein he finds the center of the storm and
moves more fluidly, able to angle around an older bronze and gain an even
better view of Herath's back, wings and bewitching tail. And, Oh!, that
tail, it moves as she rises and draws him along behind like a toy on a
string, here for her amusement.

Indrath> Telgar's skies are Nraith's skies. He's known them for longer than he
can remember. They lift him higher, speeding him after the Golden glimmer
that is Herath far above. The winter moons glimmer off his hide, causing the
rolling golds and streaking silvers etched along his length to sparkle with
crystalized mist. The cold, however is his friend, easing already stressed
muscles and numbing the pain he's willing to endure for Her.

Indrath> Chenth rises ever higher into the air, seizing advantage wherever he
finds it, be it an uplifting thermal, the jostlings and jockeyings of nearby
dragons giving him free airspace in which to move through. His eyes whirling
vivid sunburned orange, he cuts through the air with the precise movements
of a silent, cold, passionless hunter who knows his prey will have to give
up the chase sooner or later. And, when she does... Well, for now, he
focuses on tailing her, his eyes fixed on the soaring gold's tailtip - his
wings continuing to pulverize the air as he passes through it.

Indrath> Toranth Toranth beats along just under the pack steady as a rock, not
gaining and not losing any ground. All those trips out of the weyr, flying
straight, are paying off now. Let those impatient others wear themselves out
playing dodge-dragon. Toranth is content to bide his time.

Indrath> Sidonth sails forth in the quiet discord of the Telgar night; pushed
by welcoming thermals, pulled by the vicious, cold air currents. The dry
blood is unseen on his raven-bronze hide, almost like he hadn't blooded at
all. This shadow of a bronze rumbles inwardly, never letting Herath removed
from his tepid gaze as he lowers his form in the sky to move past a clumping
of hissing, roaring browns. Confident in his strength and his wings, he
would endure until his body could fly no more; all this for the foreign,
beautiful Herath.

Indrath> Leave scarce-remembered scars, leave caution back on earth -- dare
Indrath to taste her sweet scent upon the air she clasps, abandons. He'll
bear it back to her, breezes and thermals his allies -- these dark,
cloud-strewn skies known best to Nraith, perhaps, but -writ- upon -his- lean
frame. Leading edges, knife-sharp, hiss as he angles from the pack, rises up
for the clean, open air into which she revels, into which she leads this
dance.

Indrath> Seiranth would revel in his flight if he wasn't so hard pressed to
keep up with all these shiny-coated, smooth flyers with greater wingspans.
For a brown with little brain, he's not averse to the odd dirty trick,
obvious as they are, and lurches into the path of a younger beast, ready for
a quick swipe of the talons. Mouth opening, he attempts another carolling
regard to the queen, deeper this time and without the strained high-pitched
overtones. One might even say melodious.

Indrath> Lacroith replies to Aisheth's roar with one of his own, a haunting,
frightening attempt to best the elder bronze from Igen. Snapping his mouth
closed to seal off the end of the call, Lacroith tilts into his efforts,
powering into the sweeping and thrusting of his wings, his head and neck
rising and falling with the oscillation of weight transfer. Given in
completely to the urges, the young bronze bites out a challenge to a brown
ahead of him, swinging his head to one side to knock at the tail in an
attempt to disrupt, distract, and derail the other dragon's attempts.

Indrath> Taralyth may play likewise - there's lightness even in the snap at
that older male who's stumbling sideways from Falsanth's flick, and he'll
roll into a sharp and shallow curve to taunt a glimpse of belly at those as
yet behind - and surely he teases the winds as if in payment for how she
tantalizes likewise, that wingspan fragile for all its power: a gust could
take him - or guide him, guide him _near_.

L'son turns a cold gaze on T'asu when the other Igen rider replies with
comment. "Did I say I cared what you think?" Lee snaps out with a low growl.

G'har's eyes close for a moment, and he rubs at them with the heels of his
hand, alertness overtaking him for just a moment, before he's drawn back
into his lifemate's awareness. He doesn't seem inclined to move from his
reasonably out-of-the-way spot, but instead he shifts position slightly,
from foot to foot, even though Turns upon Turns have passed since he was a
Candidate. No hot Sands here, just the heat, so to speak, of the flight.

T'asu growls in response, "Did I ask if you cared?"

Indrath> Toranth spots his chance, aha, a break in the pack. He arrows up at
an angle but doesn't see that bronze coming in from the side. He veers off a
bit and narrowly misses getting clipped, but loses some distance. He works
his wings harder to catch up to the slightly bigger bronzes and the strong
browns ahead of him.

Kindre is barely able to open her eyes, but does so in a slow and almost
pained manner as the voices pull her just a fraction away. The distraction
is brief, however, as her lifemate seems to be getting lost in her own self
rather than concentrating. Kindre's eyes squeeze shut again, more tightly
this time.

V'sha's eyes narrow as the noise from T'asu and L'son reaches his ears. Mere
noise, but oh, so distracting when he's clinging desperately to the last
remaining shreds of his humanity. Must... not... become.... Chenth! With a
low hiss, the barest tease of a growl vibrating deep in his throat, he
forces his gaze away from the quarreling Igenites and fixes it on Kindre,
his entire body thrumming with tension.

Tableau may erupt around him, but K'ran still wears that placid mantle --
blithe slouch against the wall's edge, belied only by the still-churning
storm-blue of those eyes... and the idle stray of fingertips to belt knife's
pommel.

Mh'al hums to himself, his fingers drumming on his knee in tempo with his
ubiquitous tune. His eyes stare upward peacefully, paying no attention to
those around him.

S'phan inches as far away from T'asu as he can get, bumping into another
rider. He mutters half-incoherant apologies and shivers slightly as he tries
not to move again.

Tieren takes another step into the knot of riders, content for now to hover on
the outskirts next to the unthreatening form of S'phan. Feline-like, she
draws a hand over her cropped spikes and bares her teeth slightly as the
younger rider almost bumps into her.

Indrath> As the expanse of sky falls beneath her, Herath continues to enjoy
the simple embrace of the air and flight. Despite her experience, she can
not fight the temptation to simply enjoy this freedom, this pure opportunity
to totally release herself to the winds and stars. Timor and Belior's lights
draw her like paths to a greater beyond - surely nothing can threaten her
flight now. Ancient and stubborn Benden blood fills her veins and she is not
shy about showing that.

A'lex's entire frame shudders as from from some unseen exertion. His breathing
is ragged, and his teeth sink into his lower lip, drawing the slightest bit
of crimson forth. But his silver eyes are steady-- unblinking in their
perusal of the Goldrider.

P'ter's eyes flicker from Kindre to the argument, he makes no comment, his
face doesn't move, but only a fraction of a second later and his gaze is
fixed back on Kindre. He sighs and he unfold his arms, rubbing his wrists to
restore circulation where his Aisheth stress induced grip had rendered his
hands and fingers numb.

Indrath> Kheprith tilts on a wing to dart around another male, a larger and
lumbering bronze. He doesn't carol to the queen, he merely concentrates on
getting to her, putting additional speed into his wingbeats... a risky
maneuver, but it may be worth it in the end.

L'son chokes on a laugh and stares at T'asu. "Tough words from someone afraid
of a young, ill, girl back home. Hmmph. I don't want to waste my time." Lee
looks away from T'asu and grins a little with horrid mirth.

I'sai's still there as she looks up; still - near, boots shoulders' width
apart, as squared and as strong as his slight frame allows: a bulwark of
protective silence against the crowd... but for when he breathes as, however
controlled, he must.

Indrath> Chenth seems faintly vexed - what, no evasive manuevers? What, no
dipping and rising, no weaving through the clouds? No glorious, hard-bitten
chase to stretch the sinews of his young bronze wings? Bemused at the way
the golden queen rises in the air, seeming to /enjoy/ her flight, he
nonetheless presses on, his body tilting at a slight angle as he angles
between two small browns, his tailtip lashing out at each of their heads in
a blithe put-down of their tiring abilities.

Indrath> Chezroth comes alive with the pleasure of the chase, wings frolicking
merrily as they cast scattered shadows on the ground below, the bronze
dragon enjoying the thrill of being alive, perhaps more than alive, and in
pursuit of a beautiful creature. The wind rushes against his mainsails, his
crisp wings carving patterns in the clouds as the dragon makes his way after
the glowing golden goddess. Chezroth's body is electric, each piece of
dragon working together to form a powerful machine. The ferocity of the
first part of the chase has given way to the enjoyment of it. His snarls and
hisses at other dragons seem almost goodnatured. Chezroth's competitive
spirit, however, has not waned. The bronze is absolutely focused on his task.

Indrath> He chases a third moon. A golden moon that shimmers with more life
than the others have ever known. Nraith pierces the heavens with a trumpet,
as if by calling to her, she might turn to fall into his wating embrace. His
taught stretched wingsail force him higher still, drawing him into an agony
much akin to Herath exhaltation, and the trumpet cuts off sharply, before it
can become a cry. Oh, that dragons could shed tears.

Indrath> Falsanath, not above a little poetry, croons. It's a rather
breathless sort of croon, as chasing a gold isn't the easiest sort of thing
in the world, particularly in unfamiliar skies, but it's an attempt. He'd
probably rather fly more friendly skies, but Delta's unavailable. He does
his best to angle around a more maneuverable brown, trusting in his staying
power to keep him going. The Energizer Bronze, who keeps going, and going,
and... the point is made, yes? Falsanath is, though, no pink bunny with a
drum, and he seems to be sharing Herath's enjoyment in the flight, though
there's caution in his own enjoyment--must be aware of the brown there, the
other bronze here--rivals, rivals everywhere, and barely room to think. He
trails after Herath, not daring to threaten her flight just yet, but perhaps
waiting for a time when he can.

Indrath> Xannarth wastes breath in a roar of irritation as a bronzed
hindquarter replaces his view of the gilt goddess. Adjusting his path he
narrowly swerves away from the most frightening brown he's ever laid eyes on
and then has to work hard to regain what's been lost. Anger drives him
faster, perhaps recklessly so, and he edges past another competitor, almost
brushing wingtips. Still, he gains a better view of her aureate form, mature
with signs of scoring and promising in experience for one as ingenuous as he.

Indrath> Toranth finds himself caught up with the others and tries to go over
them, only to be blocked by an older bronze. He veers off to the right and
around, those young wings pumping him closer. He bugles once as he sees the
gold ahead of him again. Here I come!

Indrath> Ahazeth continues to beat his mighty wings. Muscles crackle under his
skin, and his mouth opens to allow the scent of the golden dragon pass over
his tongue. He roars and his body releases that extra burst of energy that
he needed to get ahead of the pack. The energy which he had stored on the
ground is already beginning to wane, as this flight continues in an amazing
arial ballet. A brown loses his strength nearby and pirhouettes in the air
before falling down to the ground below. Bummer....

Indrath> Aisheth rises higher now, rising above the others but losing ground.
All his efforts go into the rise, his wings straining, his deep breaths
coming slow and even as air whistles audibly through his nose and mouth. It
is height he wants and he ignores those that pass below, the tail enders of
this chase of lust and of desire. From the ground he becomes a mere dark
stain on the sky, dark until one of the rays of the dying sun glints from
the bloody wetness sliding down his ne