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January 15, 1999.  PernMUSH.  E'vrin's POV.
--
Your location's current time: 22:26 on day 26, month 10, Turn 25, of
the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn evening.
Cast:  E'vrin, Shayne; Kandri, X'dren, T'nel; Sarai (cameo), Tierigal,
       Malan; Faerysa, P'ter.

E'vrin and Shayne chat by the lake, High Reaches sends visitors, and
then Irianth rises for an NPC-clutch mating flight.  Note:  I did not
include my +watch of the Igen LC, which was quite, quite spammy.
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Main Beach(#786RJ)
This is one of the most popular sections of the Igen Bowl, and the
reason can't really be mistaken. The lake to the north provides a
refreshing change from the heat that characterizes the climate of this
area. A small beach of pumice sand runs along the shore here, making
it a nice spot to relax. The waters of the lake are a deep blue,
reflecting perfectly the sheer cliffs to the north.
The lake looks inviting, and a smaller beach to the north provides a
more isolated spot. Eastwards a large field leads towards a pass out
of the Weyr, and heading southeast takes you across the center of the
bowl. To the south lies the corral.
Contents:
Shayne
Asperth
Archery Target
--

E'vrin comes scuffling over the little dunes ringing the beach. Just
ambling, really.

Shayne glances up from her perch, on a boulder that sticks out over
the lake a little, when Asperth informs her that someone is
approaching. "Hey there, Ev," she calls out.

E'vrin salutes the green casually (whether she wants it or not!) and
turns the gesture into a wave for the rider. "Good evening to you
both! I was just going to walk off supper -- am I disturbing?"

Shayne shakes her head, leaning back on her palms while smiling over
at you. "No, not at all. I was just sittin' here wastin' time."

"Sounds good to me," E'vrin says agreeably and moseys on over to the
rock. He doesn't climb aboard, however, but leans his hip into it for
support, arms folding loosely over his midriff. "Nothing better to do,
eh?"

Shayne laughs softly, her gaze going out over the lake that is
glittering in the moonlight. "No. More like puttin' off anythin'
worthwhile."

You say "Define 'worthwhile'?"

Shayne sits up straight again, looking down at you with a grin. "Well,
I did tell Elen I'd write up some suggestions for new drills. And
there was a guy I was supposed ta hook up with but I'm not in the mood
for him. And there are other things I got goin' on I'd rather not talk
about."

"Of course," murmurs E'vrin, slanting a look up at her. Amused, maybe,
but certainly being polite about his nosiness. "I'm avoiding hides and
such right now, myself. I don't even want to /hear/ the word _drills_
for another few hours, I think."

Shayne nods and chuckles at the mention of drills, then leans a little
towards you, smiling as she lowers her voice as if confiding a
secret. "You know, you're welcome ta join me. I won't bite... unless
you're wantin' me to."

E'vrin grins up, teeth flashing dimly white in the gloom. "Want you
to? Now, why would I want you to bite me, hmm?"

IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Chaedanth emerges from Between with a
blast of cold air!
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Tezcath emerges from Between with a
blast of cold air!
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Mauroth emerges from Between with a
blast of cold air!

[The three dragons spiral down to land at center bowl, near Sharath.]

Shayne laughs, the merry sound echoing over the calm waters. "How in
Faranth's name would I know what you are and aren't into?"

E'vrin props his elbow on the rock and his chin on his hand's heel,
and blinks winsomely. "What do you mean? I'm an innocent, dear Shayne;
I don't follow."

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri slides down Chaedanth's side, with a helpful
forepaw, to the ground.

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel vaults down Tezcath's side to the ground, using his
straps as handholds.

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri slips down Chaedanth's side and
stretches. "Aaahhh...this must feel good to your bones X'dren." she
says lightly as Mauroth lands.

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren hops down Mauroth's side to the ground, the
dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely.

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath jerks his head up out of a nap's lazy sprawl, and
faceted eyes swing brightly around. Visitors!

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren beams, shucking flight gear. "Better than that icy
cold!" he agrees.

IgenW-Bowl> Chaedanth turns and rumbles a hello to Sharath.

IgenW-Bowl> Mauroth croons politely to Sharath.

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel chuckles softly, "Sorry I couldn't be there
X'dren..heard it was a doozy..Or at least I assumed from the events
afterwards.." he turns to peer at Kandri

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri chuckles and removes riding cap and goggles,
tucking them into her belt and surveying the area. "I just hope Cat
isn't out on sweeps. But I got other friends I can visit too."
IgenW-Bowl> Kandri laughs at T'nel, and moves to give him a good
arm-thwapping.

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath tucks his wings neatly against his spine again,
tail lithely lashing pale against hardpacked sand. He extends a wary
whuff to the strangers.

Shayne snorts, then chuckles as she bringing her face down to be close
to yours. "You're no innocent, E'vrin. Ya know exactly what I'm
talkin' about." After a quick tousel of your hair, she sits up again.

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren half-moans at the memory. "It wasn't as bad as I'd
had nightmares about, but still..."

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel laughs softly at Kandri, "it wasn't my fault!" he
protests..

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri chuckles at the trio. "Speaking of which, I saw
A'lex today." she grins at X'dren teasingly. "He's looking good." and
she waggles her brows in an exagerated way, teasing of course.

E'vrin insists, "I'm an innocent. I've never been deliberately bitten,
anyway. See?"

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel grins and glances around, "Hey you know what..one of
my friends from Woodcraft just got posted here a few days ago.."

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren sighs softly... looking away.

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri smiles softly at X'dren. "I'm sorry..." she says,
moving to place a hand on X'dren. "I was only teasing."

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel chuckles, looking sympathetic towards X'dren,
"Though I think next time I better be there to guard off those randy
bronzies after they loose" he smirks in Kandri's direction

Shayne chuckles. "Well, I already bit one person today so I'm done for
the day. You'll have ta find someone else."

E'vrin sniffs. "Wasn't going to ask you. No offense, of course. You
know I'm deeply, powerfully in love with you and always have been."

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren shakes his head... "He was very nice about it..."
Is that a blush?

Shayne is laughing lightly as she looks at you. "Liar," she accuses
playfully.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Aisheth leaps out into the clear
air of the bowl, wings spread wide.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth flies carefully towards the main
entrance.

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri smiles and squeezes her friends shoulder. "Come on,
let's go see if we can find a few friendly faces and say hello."

E'vrin smiles. "But it's a /nice/ lie, isn't it? Maybe a little?"

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel grins and turns to follow kandri

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri looks up at the sound of dragon wings and grins
brightly, recognizing Aisheth,.

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren shrugs, sighing...

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel glances up, "Who is that?"

IgenW-Bowl> Mauroth curls up for a nap...

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath puts his head down, snugs it to a forearm's curve,
blinks at the group.

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri chuckles. "P'ter." she says, grinning and waiting
for the dragon to land.

[I let her know that he /had/; she explained the messages were a bit
 confusing.  I couldn't argue.]

IgenW-Bowl> Chaedanth settles down himself.

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel raises an eyebrow, "You know..that doesn't help
much" he grins

Shayne lays back on the boulder, rolling her head to the side to look
at you. "Yeah, it's nice. Thank the Egg ya aren't serious, though. I'd
hate ta have ta hide from ya."

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren peers upward... "You must know a lot of people
here, I guess, Kandri."

IgenW-Bowl> Tezcath warbles lazily and settles well away from the
other dragons..

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri smirks and lightly elbows T"nel. "He's an old
friend silly." she says, shielding her eyes as she watches Aisheth
land and then going to greet him with a bright grin.

E'vrin lifts his head and eyebrows together in fascinated
surprise. "Truly? I didn't think it was a disease, being in love...."

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri heys suddenly as she sees P'ter go bye without
noticing and moves to follow him. "Silly bronzerider!"
IgenW-Bowl> Kandri heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.

IgenW-Bowl> T'nel chuckles, "Aren't all bronzerider's silly?"
IgenW-Bowl> T'nel heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.

IgenW-Bowl> X'dren glances at Mauroth... and hides a grin behind his
hand.
IgenW-Bowl> X'dren heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.

Shayne sobers a little bit. "When you're in love with me, it is."
Moving her gaze upwards towards the glittering stars, she asks, "So
are ya currently in love with anyone? Still chasin' after golds?"

"Sharath's chased only one gold," E'vrin says, all finicky, "and it
had nothing to do with /me./ I still love Kassima, up at Telgar,
though what she feels for me ... well, so goes life, eh?"

Shayne glances at you. "Yeah, know what ya mean. Hey, did she ever
have that baby?'

You say "Soon! Well, I think. She's ... large now, you know."

Shayne lays a hand on her perpetually flat stomach. "I wonder what
it's like ta have something livin' inside ya?"

E'vrin frowns. "So do I. I've felt the baby kick; it's so tiny, but
powerful in its own little way. To grow it in you, and then bring it
forth..." He shakes his head, smiling crookedly. "I'm only a man. I'll
never know."

Sharath> Tezcath, Mauroth, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath's lazy,
rosy mind finally reaches out to strangers, touching and tasting to
facilitate communication -- there. << You're from High Reaches? >>

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth flies carefully towards the main
entrance.

[Getting ready to go!]

Dragon> Sharath, Tezcath, and Mauroth sense that Chaedanth returns the
question with a happy and swirling blue << Indeed we are, good to meet
you Sharath >>

Shayne says in a whisper, "Wonder if I ever will?" then she quickly
changes the topic. "Hey, have ya been to that garden they're makin'
over by the feeding grounds? Don't know that anythin' will ever grow,
but Malan's done a pretty good job with the water."

E'vrin nods quickly, passing over the prior subject at her cue. "I've
seen it when I've taken Sharath down to feed. Is it that gardener
Mia's work?"

Dragon> Sharath, Mauroth, and Chaedanth sense that Tezcath replies
with a lazy green << Its hot here. Better than High Reaches >>

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Cyrath leaps up from Cyrath's Ledge.
Cyrath backwings to land neatly.
Cyrath slips over to the quieter northern beach.

IgenW-Bowl> Sarai walks over from the field to the southeast.
Sarai ambles over from the center of the bowl.

Shayne mmhmms, staring at the constellations again. "That's what Malan
told me, yep."

Sarai tromps right by with her head down, deep in thought.
Sarai slips over to the quieter northern beach.

Dragon> Mauroth bespoke Sharath, Tezcath, and Chaedanth with << Yes,
nice and warm. My rider used to live near here. I've never come
before, but he was right. Cozy... >>

E'vrin shifts against the rock. "What do you think about it?"

Shayne chuckles a little. "I'm be amazed if they grow anything
worthwhile, but I got nothin' against someone havin' a dream and goin'
after it."

Sharath> Tezcath, Mauroth, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath's humor
shifts like chimes in wind, sparkling-bright, wrapped in its own
crystalline mystery. << If you like sand and wind and heat, Mauroth! I
haven't been to your mountains yet, I think. You have snow, yes? >>

Dragon> Chaedanth bespoke Sharath, Tezcath, and Mauroth with << Indeed
we do, and ice on the lake as well. YOu should visit sometime, it is
almost time for snow again Kandri tells me. >>

Dragon> Sharath, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Mauroth sends
amused green and blue swirls. <> Violet tones of
bafflement follow.

E'vrin clicks his tongue thoughtfully against his palate. "True
enough. Without dreams, we're just muddling blindly from day to day,
without hope for anything better. If you don't mind a small bit of
philosophy."

Shayne grins. "If ya don't mind me lookin' at you in total confusion."

E'vrin laughs softly. "That /is/ bad. Ay, me! It's the harper training
of a personal predilection. I think too much."

Tierigal comes onto the beach from the field to the east.
Malan comes onto the beach from the field to the east.

Tierigal waves awkwardly to E'vrin and Shayne, a wineskin in both
hands.

Sharath> Tezcath, Mauroth, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath weaves
sharp, clear light through the violet, illuminating here and there.
<< Skating, >> he muses. << I'll tell my rider; he may remember it for
me, and we can visit and enjoy ourselves. >>

E'vrin shifts around against his hip-propped lean into Shayne's big
lakeside rock, enough to wave at the newcomers.

Malan waves and looks around, "Hmm."

Shayne rolls over onto her stomach, laying on a flat boulder near the
water and chatting amiably with E'vrin. "I don't mind." Seeing the
guys, she waves with a smile. "Hey there."

Malan slips over to the quieter northern beach.

Tierigal flashes his wineskins around to the remaining pair of people,
a wide grin plastered to his face. "I was thinking of getting a little
loopy. Anyone interested?"

E'vrin tilts his head. "Loopy? But ... why? If I'm not being rude to
ask."

Shayne looks over to where Malan has disappeared too. "People sure are
actin' odd tonight," she comments quetly.

Tierigal blinks slowly at E'vrin, as if the man had something large
and blue sticking out of the top of his head. "Ummm...'cause it's
fun?" He looks at Shayne, head cocking to one side in
Tier-fashion. "How so?"

E'vrin opens his mouth to answer, reconsiders, and lets Shayne field
the question asked of her. He can lean back and wait.

Shayne shrugs, deciding not to bother answering the question. "Lemme
have a sip," she asks, hand reaching out expectantly for the wineskin.

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath stretches limbs, tail, spine. Wings shiver
contemplatively.

Tierigal passes one to Shayne, and keeps the other for himself, taking
a large swallow. "Mind if I join you up there, sexy?"

E'vrin takes his turn: "I've never found drinking fun, myself,
Tierigal. I'll just leave you two to it?"

Dragon> Aisheth, Sharath, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Irianth
stretches, her whole being bright: aflame, liquid, searing --
/sterilizing/.

IgenW-Bowl> Tezcath glances up, letting out a draconic
yawn..stretching out his tail behind him..

IgenW-Bowl> Chaedanth yawns largely, standing to circle a bit and
stretching his wings wide as he does so.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth catches an updraft to glide into
the air of the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth swoops to the feeding grounds to
the southwest.

Tierigal looks over at E'vrin, and shrugs slightly. "Yeah,
sure. Whatever. But there should be plenty left for a third person, if
you change your mind."

IgenW-Bowl> Tezcath warbles as he catches sight of the glowing beauty
in the night sky and with a downsweeping of his wings is up in the air
to follow..

Shayne helps herself to a long draught, then grins at Tier. "Not at
all." Ev's comment has her lifting her brows in surprise. "You don't
like ta drink? And you called yourself a harper??"

IgenW-Bowl> Tezcath heads to the fence into the corral.

Sharath> Irianth, Aisheth, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath
still wallows in the grit of mundane reality: it's dirty, it's rich,
it's lovely. Ah, but ... blood, perhaps, to wash it away....

IgenW-Bowl> Chaedanth looks up at the gold overheard, humming
thoughtfully at the thoughts he catches from her. Then with a blink he
bugles sharply and launches into the air and to the feeding grounds.

IgenW-Bowl> Mauroth opens a lazy eye, blinks, and hums thoughtfully to
herself.

IgenW-Bowl> Chaedanth heads to the fence into the corral.

E'vrin laughs briefly. "Not a stereotypical one, Shayne, sorry! I do
drink on occasion, but not to the point of loopiness."

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath stretches again, long and slow to standing,
crouching -- flying!
IgenW-Bowl> Sharath heads to the fence into the corral.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Irianth strikes, quicksilver, a
blow that's water-smooth and just as fluid. /Now/. She threatens the
males, oh yes -- away, it's /hers/.

You say "And ... oh, excuse me. Please. Irianth..."

Shayne chuckles and nods. "As is your perogative. Huh? Oh..."

Tierigal snorts at E'vrin as he scrambles up to a sitting position on
top of Shayne's rock. "I drink every day, but the times I get
loopy...they're rare, but they're certainly the best."

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth catches an updraft to glide into
the air of the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth swoops to the feeding grounds to
the southwest.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Chaedanth lands gently into the
grounds, away from the gold but already caught up in the tangle of
emotions, his own and the queens. With a hiss of his own he strikes
out at a startled herdbeast, bringing it down beneath sharp talons.

Shayne sighs and makes a face as she is enlightened. "Well no
wonder. It's the sharding gold risin' that is makin' everyone freaky."

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Faerysa hops the fence from the
field outside the main entrance to the east.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath swoops low on narrow,
nimble wings, over the waking herd to bawl it and brawl it into
wakefulness, just before pallid bronze Death descends and snaps one
wherry's neck, sends one happy wherry into the sterility of last
sleep. She may have her share; he's got his, kneaded to pulpy fluff
while he drinks.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tezcath circles lazily around the
feeding grounds, suddenly pausing mid-air to descend on the fleeing
herdbeasts. The cleansing blood flows forth from the large gash
through Tezcath's first victim.

IgenW-Bowl> Mauroth stands... and decides to remove herself...

IgenW-Bowl> Kandri walks over from the field to the southeast.
IgenW-Bowl> Kandri heads to the fence into the corral.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, T'nel hops the fence from the
field outside the main entrance to the east.

Tierigal raises an eyebrow at Shayne. "Rising gold? I must've been in
the kichen too much recently."

E'vrin isn't quite freaky, but ... well, he has that /look/ on his
face -- that distant, wondering look -- and he's wandering off.

Mauroth ambles over from the center of the bowl.

You leave the beach and head for the center of the Bowl.
You jump over the fence into the corral.
--
Feeding Grounds
The land slopes gently upward to the southwest, framed by the fences
that surround these grounds. A shallow pond lies to the south,
providing water for the animals that graze around you, many head of
fat wherries and herdbeasts. The ground underfoot is a lush green,
irrigated from mineral rich underground springs.
To the east the gate leads to the field outside the main entrance, and
to the northeast the gate leads towards the center of the
Bowl. Directly north the sun sparkles off the waters of the lake.
Contents:
T'nel
Kandri(#11927PJOace)
Faerysa
Aisheth(#11753JQaepqs)
Sharath(#9757aes)
Chaedanth(#1836Vaps)
Tezcath
Irianth
Vegetable Garden
--
[While we were here, the CB +watch went silent.]

Kandri runs up, following Faerysa and then groans as she sees
Chaedanth already bloody. "Oh shardit! Not again Chaedanth..." she
sighs and rubs her forehead even as her lifemate growls low in his
throat as another male gets too near.

E'vrin slides awkwardly down over the fence, grabs a rail, and
steadies himself there, pressed into a post to take over stance duty
from his spine: the wood will keep him up, and he'll just ... watch.

P'ter hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the
east.

Irianth gives a vicious shriek, eyes aswirl with red and flashes of
orange. No purple here, not for her; she's as luminescent as the
brilliance of her hide, as heedless of her mate's quivering anger as
she is aware of her own needs. Blood. And flesh, if she can have
it. And the need to fly.

T'nel awkwardly makes his way over the fence, stumbling as his boot
catches the top, sending him to stumble in the mud, "Oh
Shardit..I'm...dirty.." He stands, wiping his hands off on his pants
and moves to join the others..

Aisheth hovers above the grounds, selecting his first kill. An easy
one as he wants to be quick in this rather than his usual
play. Dropping like a stone he snaps his wings out when just about to
hit the bowl and talons grip and crush a herdbeast that was not fast
enough to avoid the dropping of death upon it.

Sharath> Irianth senses that Sharath slips a private thought, an
intimate thought, a precipice's thought through the rising waves of
heat and rut: dirty, so dirty, but his flame flickers higher, too --
cauterizing?

Faerysa grips the edge of the fence, shoulder set, getting spatters of
blood all over those nice expensive leathers, and the bared
scalp. "Shardit all to the Star and back" she says repeatedly in an
undertone. "You always do this to me."

Chaedanth shakes the carcass even as he drains it, tail lashing behind
him as his eyes whirl savagely and deep red mixed with lustful
purple. Finishing his feed of the herdbeast he casts it aside,
forgotten in the heat of things and searches again for another. His
thirst for the rich liquid matching the queen's own.

--
        When first you set eyes on Chaedanth, his hide might seem more
red than brown, though indeed he is a brown dragon. In some places his
hide would appears to be almost ready to catch flame, a muted
sandstone color overlaying and overlaid by sparkling carmine. The
burnt red seems to morph and melt amd mold with a dark and bleary
green tint that seems to be lightly washed across his whole
form. Although you can't make out any of this verdigris hue when you
look directly at the young dragon, when you look away from him, or
catch a glimpse of him in the corner of your eye, there you can see
the sparkling emeralds that are somehow melded within his hide. Quite
the peculiar color scheme of this young High Reaches Brown!
Chaedanth's other traits would have to be strong and sturdy; limbs
that are taught and powerful looking, even his wings have a chiseled
appearance. Eyes set deeply within a seared brown head peer this way
and that. Chaedanth is approximately 33 meters in length with a
wingspan of 55 meters. Chaedanth look to be about 2 Turns, 1 months,
and 12 days old.
--

Tezcath raises his bloody muzzle from his first heardbeast and leaps
to the sky. He falls like all things once again to land on the back of
a hapless wherry. The beast's blood soon dribbles like a small creek
across the grounds as Tezcath greedily laps at at the innards and
precious blood..

--
The hide of this tenacious brown dragon is rife with the myriad shades
found ina bed of a vigorous mountain stream. Stones, dappled in hues
of umber and loam lay half buried in the soft caress of silty dun
along the powerful frame of neck, back and shoulders. Over the still
damp belly flows faintly lighter shades of vanilla recollective of a
sandy bottom revealed in shallower waters. The same warm hue that
tints the belly is also found on the wing pinions and along the edgeof
the neckridges and perhaps even a trace of it laps along the underside
of his muzzle. Appearance is not the only resemblance the hide of this
dragonet shares with the beautiful shading of stream bed stones for
the texture is here aswellhide as soft and smooth as a pebble finely
polished by a millenium of flowing waters. In the firm movement that
steps him away from his egg brown wings are opened wide for balance
revealing mainsails of rich umber embedded with flecks of golden mica
that flash and sparkle in the light.Tezcath is approximately 33 meters
in length with a wingspan of 55 meters. He looks to be about 2 Turns,
1 months, and 13 days old
--
[Hatching desc!]

Sharath slashes his tail's bright blade at Chaedanth, who's too
/close,/ and then snaps with the same motion away from first kill to
second, a scarce half-length from another foreigner, that Tezcath. A
herdbeast goes down in a tumble of cry and die, blood squirting
crimson between talons and into teeth, while the Igenite bronze
glowers balefully at the gold.

After a few moments Aisheth tosses the drained and broken carcasse to
one side like a dirty rag. He looks at Irianth for a moment and then
his head swipes back around to the herd, his rumbled growl heard
almost as a vibrating through the ground.

P'ter walks slowly up to the fence and sighs, listening to Raerysa's
words and noting the visible blood stains. He doesn't get too close
but says anyway, "It'll wash off Rysa, don't you worry."

E'vrin hisses his breath through gritted teeth. Caught between human
and dragon, he maintains enough sense of himself to tuck his hands
against his ribs, behind folded arms, and turns his watch on the other
riders. No striking them. Must be a /nice/ participant.

Kandri narrows her arms, even as she stands rigid and with a very
nasty scowl on her face. Why does Chaedanth always do this to /her/?
With a resigned sigh she grips the fence to watch her brown lifemate
greedily partake of another herdbeast's lifeblood.

[Forgot to look at her and T'nel.  And at Faerysa, who shaved her head.]

P'ter grips the fence in his hands, not seemingly affected by Aisheth
and his hormones; unless one notes that his hands are almost crushing
the woodwork, the knuckles white.

Irianth's gaze fixes: two bronze, two brown. All too close for her
tastes. But then again -- crimson. Scarlet. That's her favor, as she
strikes a dusty roan with a sickening crunch. She drains it, shredding
the length of its back in displeasure at a tie to tight, a hold to
sharp for her own pleasure.

Faerysa laughs, this time, and this time there's a feral glint, caught
and wild, her eyes glittering sharply grey as both hands scrub along
her bare salp and she /sways/. Nice? Rysa is never nice. Nor
polite. Nor does she care for any but /now/.

Sharath> Irianth, Aisheth, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath's
mind lashes out in a lick of fanned flame, roseate and aureate against
the dripping, cupric-hot backdrop of lust and blood. Shred them, tempt
them -- but when will she /fly/?

Chaedanth dips his blood splattered muzzle to another fallen creature,
fixing powerfal jaws about the gaping hole in its neck and sucking
hungrily. Eyes fixed all the while of the glowing gold and her
movements. His own sharp and fierce, a low growl continuing in his
throat through out his feeding.

T'nel tucks one arm under his other arm, raising one hand to chew at
his fingernails, muttering something about, "Sharding females.."
Tezcath on the other hand takes a moment to gaze at the glowing beauty
of Irianth. He lashes out with a foreclaw and drags down a fleeing
herdbeast, hissing as he sucks the blood from the foot long gash in
its throat..

Aisheth stalks over to the herd, panicking the beast that stampede to
the far corner, increasing speed he runs and then turns that to
glide. A sweep of the wings and a second herdbeast fails to reform
itself into a new shape without injury. A crack of bone and a
frightened bellow, cut short as Aisheth bends his head and rips the
head and neck form the animal. It cries no more.

E'vrin holds himself tight, taut, caught against his supportive
post. Shoulders arch bonily up against his shirt's white pressure: he
hugs himself closer, narrows his eyes darker on the gory display of
glory.

Dragon> Aisheth, Sharath, and Chaedanth sense that Irianth flames, oh
yes. /Scalds/. Her own touch is white-hot opal, glitterign with color
and heat-tempered gold. Fly? Soon -- see? Even now her mind tastes the
sky and its clear glories.

Dragon> Irianth, Aisheth, Sharath, and Tezcath sense that Chaedanth
adds his own white-hot fire to the batch. It's curling flames dancing
with the lust and hunger that now drives him. Of the opalescent fire
that feeds his own to a near raging inferno.

Sharath laps his tongue, lazy as a sated snake, around and around
dark-rimmed jaws. Night's kind, hides most hues, and even scarlet has
to wait until a dragon's eye catches it in reflected light to leap
into reality. Glowing facets as lanterns, then, hung swaying ahead of
snarling, growling, prowling male bodies -- when /will/ she rise?

Dragon> Irianth, Sharath, and Chaedanth sense that Aisheth's mind is
questioning, seeing the gold look to the sky. It would be usuless to
ask her when so he waits.

E'vrin mutters, "Just go. Go." Please.

Irianth arches her back, wings flaring, quivering incandescent --
gold-gilt talons rake across her beast once again, and she throws
herself skywards, and away, alloweing her beast to fall away in a
crush of bones and fearful herds.
Irianth leaps into the air!

Aisheth almost lazily and absent mindedly drinks from the beast that
he killed, lifting his head and letting the blood drain to his throat
as he squashes it between his jaws.

P'ter has left.

Sharath flares taffy-pale wings, bright to the moons and stars, and
follows on a heartbeat's jump.
Sharath leaps into the air!

[Scene shift.  CB +watch resumed.]
--
Irianth and Faerysa's Weyr(#13645RJLs)
Space, simple open space, defines this weyr most
characteristically. The cavern arcs more or less smoothly to a broad
expanse of ceiling; the pale sandstone is bespeckled with tiny quartz
crystals that refract sun and glowlight alike.
Irianth's couch, a smooth, worn hollow near the entrance to the ledge,
dominates the weyr. A large press sits nearby to store equipment,
while a smaller alcove serves as a more personal living space. The
alcove itself is decorated with an old Boll fishing net, trapping
shells in its weave. Extensive sprays of desert flowers interject
their own palatable aroma to the riot of scents -- hide, sweat, oil,
dust, and sunshine -- permeating the cave. An antique bed and a
chaotic collection of pillows serve for furniture, accompanied by a
low table situated beneath a small ledge that serves as home for a
small tree encased in glass.
Contents:
P'ter
--

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Aisheth leaps into the air!
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tezcath leaps into the air!

Faerysa has arrived.
T'nel has arrived.
Kandri has arrived.

E'vrin pushes through the hallway door with a rudeness born of urgency
and temper rising even now to hew his taut flesh more closely to the
bones beneath. His face is a skull's mask, lit by the dancing heat in
deep-set eyes.

Kandri stalks in, whole body tense and face twitching between a smile
and a grimace. And then she blinks and looks around, herself a moment,
but then moves to the back of the weyr and...waits.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth rises from the ground, carcass of
the herdbeast still in his mouth till he tosses it to one side. By
chance it lands on the fence, crushing two timbers due to the height
of the fall. A few watching drudges scatter for there lives.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth swifts the tide of the winds
outwards, upwards and away, rising on crests of flame-tipped wings
that streak her out towards the horizon. The males? Who cares --
they're behind her, and she exults in the play and joy of flight.

Faerysa does what she usually does: links. /Laughs/. And leans against
the wall, bald pate set against the cold stone, arms clasped in front
of her.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth speeds upwards and after the
gold, even as she points for the horizon. A moment he takes to learn
the currents that thrive under his wings and then he rises higher in
the sky in his pursuit. Arrowing straight up into the sky like an
arrow.

P'ter sees Kandri walking in and narrows his eyes, there is something
about this person he knows but can't place. He shakes himself, no
matter, this is not the place nor the time. He walks, as ever in his
outwardly calm manner to the wall; he turns and folds his arms,
tension lining his face. He quirks an eyebrow at Faerysa, surprised at
her action.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath slips through the warm desert air
with the steady throbbing and beating of his wings. Though these are
no comparison to the heat of his passion and the throbbing of his
heart for this winged god. He rises after her, staying with the larger
bronzes early on in the flight.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath traces an inverse path, transient
brilliance /up/ into dark, that a meteor might envy: pale flesh
striving, narrow muscles working, and oh, wings reaching and reaching,
bright for the fire ever above. Out of Aisheth's path, away and away
from Chaedanth! -- he's aiming true for the light herself.

T'nel shakes his head briefly, glancing up at Rysa, but falls back
into his nail-biting, fist clenching waiting..

Sharath> Irianth, Aisheth, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath
exults! Mind flows free as body, fire chuckling ragged crackles in the
interstices between bronze and brown, brown and gold, gold and
bronze. Where is cleanliness -- sterility -- now?

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth is a heavy dragon, though a string
winged one. Knowing that victory never comes at the start he patiently
climbs. Keeping in the the wake of the gold, though not even trying to
catch her up, saving energy. Blood flows back from his jaws, a reddish
rusty hue glinting in the sun, a clean liquid fire tinting his
bronze-white hide.

Dragon> Irianth, Aisheth, Sharath, and Tezcath sense that Chaedanth
billows his own inner flames, their searing touch cleansing him inside
so that he knows only one thing, only one goal and only one sight. The
fiery golden queen who he pursues.

Dragon> Aisheth, Sharath, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Irianth
knows naught of that, except her touch still burns clean, despite the
play of wind-eddies that swirl the brilliance of her touch into echoes
of her mate's laughter. Defiance, though, too, burns a candle that has
no flickering -- and races at both ends.

E'vrin twitches, synchronized to fey laughter, transfixed in helpless
heat. He twitches, too, out of the others' way; a mutter of nothing at
all passes T'nel -- nothing as coherent as 'pardon me' -- and dies
aborning as his hands fall useless at his sides. Sigh.

Dragon> Aisheth, Sharath, and Chaedanth sense that Tezcath glows
bright, the white hot heat of his thoughts blending, swirling into the
orange and red. All that exists his her.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth lifts up, up, up, sails high,
snapping, fore and aft. Patience? She's little of that, not sympathy,
true. Her call back is mocking, mocking, unabashed. Catch her? Foul
chance. She shoots by the stars to guide her out across the cliffs and
dales.

Sharath> Irianth senses that Sharath gloats and glories both: a flight
is for two, never only one! Fire can follow, candles can burn, but
when ashes come to ashes, drifting slowly in consummation's pavane
... ah. Come now.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth catches an updraft and uses it
for all it's worth, letting it gain him alltitude rather than
expending the energy to close the distance between him and his
goal. Brown wingsails fill as he pumps them up and down and behind,
both strength and will and lust driving him forward and higher into
the alien Igen skies.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth bugles an exuberant call that
echo's from the walls of the bowl just before he clears the height of
the rim, that his answer to the mocking tone of the wonderful, bright,
luminous gold dragon known as Irianth. Once clear of the rim and now
behind the others Aisheth digs deep on his reserves, calling up the
strength that till now has been dormant. His rate of climb increases
and he barrels after the others, his wings audibly beating the air.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath follows Irianth up towards the
sun. The fiery gold of the celestial body glints off his wings as he
follows an updraft, rising below Chaedanth. He stretches his neck out
to warble a reply to the queen, filling the desert bowl with the
echoes of his voice

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath courses along the gold-swept wake,
a corsair in the cold, dark seas of the night. A star to steer and a
light to guide: what more's needed? He breaches the Rim's limit with
the others and feints at Tezcath for a better position on the airy
waves.

Faerysa's laughter continues to ring, as she stretches outwards,
settles her back flat to the wall. "Up and away," she says, clearly,
and laughs again. what more is needed? what else, but to see the
superimposition of dragons upon riders, the ferelity of her gaze still
glittering despite the mirth.

E'vrin averts his eyes from hers -- can't yet dare /that/ fire! Liquid
would be safer, to fall in and drown in, and he bites his lip as if to
break forth liquid, himself, the blood of his own seas.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth's no need of a bos'n, no need of a
guide: she charts her own way through the waters of the sky, strikes
her own course. And she leads, oh yes, not even slowing except to arch
upwards along a swell of a wind-current, a tempest borne on by a sea
of wings and a jewel-spangled night.

Kandri turns to watch Rysa' and smiles slyly, eyes narrowing and her
own chuckling echoing over the chamber walls. But her own is filled
with mischief, even as her blue eyes dance about in egaer impatience.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth continues to use those large wings
that he was blessed with to climb, climb, ever climb to the heights he
needs to survey and to plan. He turns and to those in the bowl the sun
glints from the tail-sail and then from the side of his bronze hide,
the light flashing as the muscles pump underneath that
covering. Suddenly the light stops flashing, Aisheth has changed his
course slightly to follow Irianth's path more closely now. His own
urge is his cleansing fire, burning all from his mind and from his
body other than his desire and the wonderful image of the streak of
liquid gold that he chases.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth veers to the right, sensing a
heated wind tunnel and flying into it, it's immense winds adding boost
to the pumps of his wings...but also taking away from the ability to
manuever as quickly. But the risk and loss is worth it if it brings
him closer to Irianth and her fiery warmth.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath dips a wing to escape the supposed
attack of the larger bronze, losing precious ground as he falls
briefly from the updraft. He bugles indignantly, pouring all the
lust..all the passion..all that he feels into the surging of wings,
coming slowly but surely up from behind Irainth, below the rest of the
male dragons..

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath pushes through a trough of his own
-- willful air that ripples past him, ripples /him,/ from the speed of
her passing -- and fights turbulence with gritted strength. Down
again, up again, safely past Tezcath and closer to Irianth: O, brave
new world!

P'ter doesn't move, his arms raise and fall under the action of this
chest. His eyes are narrowed, almost shut, but that narrowed gaze if
fixed on Faerysa and her movements. The hands once more are clenched,
each digging into the material of the opposite sleeve that it clutches
as his arms remain folded.

Faerysa prowls, now, but keeps one step out of reach of them all; each
gains inspection, and more laughter -- even now touched with disdain
and her own meted measure.

T'nel tosses a glare at E'vrin as he loses his footing. He clenches
his fist and stares straight away at the cieling, eyes squeezed to
glints..

Sharath> Irianth, Aisheth, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath
slicks an oily laugh past Tezcath -- /so/ very sorry, dear chap -- on
his way to slipping further up Irianth's stream.

Kandri stands taller and straighter, looking at Rysa with her own
ferility, her lips twisting into a semi-sweet smile.

E'vrin pulls his eyes away from Tezcath's rider, too, if not quite
from abashment (no, not that, not here) -- but it only brings him to
watching Irianth's. Muscle twitches up his set jawline, and there's no
feral here, just dark observation, wary containment. She has claws,
after all.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth slows? A touch? A tangle! She's hit
a becalming wind, a place where the air is still; but that's
overcome. A drum-beat is her own inner will, wings that strike steady
and strong to lift her away, avast. /There/. Sharath is closer;
Chaedanth, too. And Aisheth and Tezcath too, make no doubt: all of
them gain ground as she -- she! -- slips some of the rigging.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth sees the queen falters and shifts
in the winds to avoid the deadened air, wings snapping hard against
winds that struggle to push him back a moment, but then the eastward
winds catch his sails again and he is pushing forward again. Onwards
to the golden beauty and her irresistable temptations.

Faerysa's not a cat, but she's certainly wild. Her laughter strays
towards hysteria of the non-mirthful kind, the kind that knows
boundaries only where it sets them. Not the one to captain the ship?
Perhaps. But then again, perhaps it is so. She strteches again, liquid
motion, the silvered-grey of the steel in her eyes seeking them in.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath lets slip a wind-lost cry: so near!
Then an eddy pushes him away, pettish, and he has to twist hard to
avoid fouling with the sudden spectre of Other -- Tezcath again!

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth roars a challenge as Sharath dares
to close the gap afore he, Aisheth, the white-bronze is near another
to do anything about it. The speed of his approach increases and he
dives shallowly, sacrificing his hard gained height for speed. Speed
as he catches up, speed as his lust increases, speed at the time
trails away, ever second passing a second lost in the tussle of
flight. He must not slow. -- And this, this sight from in front, the
gold slowing! Wings pump faster once more, touching reserves now,
using muscles to the extent that they will ache from this effort, but
the dragon has no cares for that, not /now/.

Kandri tilts her head, eyes turning from mischief to calm adoration of
the smooth and liquid movements of the wyerwoman, eyes fluttering as
images of Irianth's own swift and supplty reaches her from Chaedanth.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath surges forward as he pours every
last bit of himself into this final leap of fate towards the slowing
gold. The fire of his passion within his soul matches that only of the
fire that burns throughout his wing as the muscles are pushed to their
limit..

E'vrin's tongue laps out quick, a dab of dried lips, and retreats as
fast. His eyes slit anew and keep Irianth's rider in sight, but they
stay a sheath, locking steel fast within. Not just ... yet.

P'ter has not moved in a long while but now his head lifts, his chin
raises from his chest and he looks across the weyr to the laughing
form of Rysa, his dragon controlled thoughts and emotions not showing
on his face. Perhaps luckily.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Slipstream Irianth slides, sunlight
streaked across the water of a darkened sky. Perhapsif a storm were to
roll in -- but no. itIs choppy enough already. As she spirals a wide
curve, her mocking is again rung out in cannon-blast retorts, but not
so vibrant now, either. She sees the losses they've gained.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, they haven't yet lost on their gains,
however. Sharath is still fighting, roiling past Tezcath's coil into a
new path, high and dry as a proud banner above crashing currents. His
tail trails bright behind, flagging with the surge of fresh energy
that leads him, leaping, ahead.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth hisses at his own inability to
keep up with the quicksilver bronzes. But a thought sparks in the
brown's raging mind and he veers upwards at an angle, searching for
more height rather than distance. And up, up he goes. And then, above
the others by a small amount, he lets go a dive that brings both
fierce speed but looses him the altitude. The whole effect bringing
him closer to the gold and matching him with the bronzes. Another
hiss, this one of triumph.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth sees the arc she takes and banks
tightly, wingsails drumming in the wind as muscles tighten the
membranes into stiff plains to take the strain of this turn that is
more designed for a blue than a bronze like himself. A grunted roar of
discomfort from him signifies that manouver had not been an easy one
but he finds himself with a better line, approaching from a different
angle to the others, the once liquid blood drying to a dull rust,
diminishing the white fire of his hide down his side to his pinions.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath continues his charge upwards and
onwards, surging after the fleeing queen. He is too beginning to
wear. His smaller body is almost strained to keep up with the
pack. Allthough he does not recognize his limits and continues to push
himself past them..

IgenW-Bowl> Mauroth comes over from the beach.

Sharath> Irianth, Aisheth, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath
leaps ahead, bright ahead, riding the crest of youthful, brilliant
energy. There's fuel from the human twined within him, some shadows
and some fire both, and they're driving at the sailing queen both, in
body and, here, in the aether's own waves.

IgenW-Bowl> Mauroth curls up again, dozing off once more.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth slows, slows, the swell, the slow;
her wingbeats come more frequent now, her mocking faded to memory as
her concentration wanes to escape from joy, to outgoing tide from
storm's gale.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth holds the speed of his dive dear,
hot deserrt winds adding strength to already strained sails. Pumping
brown wings he strives and succeeds to keep up, all the while waiting
for that last moment when that reserve deeply burried will be put to
use, to either win him the golden Irianth...or to...the other option
is not an option and so he sets himself on the winning of the queen.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath continues his journey, plunging
through the waves, not of water, but of the desert heat. He is but a
small sailboat chasing after the golden prize of large ship in the
tempest tossed seas.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath slipsides along his high current
and sculls to match her. Even a small bronze is too large for much
speed, and perforce he must hoard what's left, miserly as
pirates. Determination still banners, no flags; he slides down, slides
in, and strokes towards his pouncing chance.

E'vrin licks at dry skin again; thrusts fists hard behind him. His
shoulders hang stiff support for his craning watch of queen's mate,
here in queen's play, and his breath has started to speed.

Kandri sucks in a breath and lets it out, rapidly and softly. Her eyes
wide and watching the jr. with feelings born on dragon's wings.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth finds K'lin's bronze closing from
under. With a snarl Aisheth furls one wing then the other, dipping in
the air with a sideways sweep, reaching out with talons to rake the
air in front of his challenger, aiming to intimidate. The other bronze
is caught in a bad position and in the attempt to retaliate losses
some ground. Finally, finally, things go well for Aisheth, a stream of
air, a current sent up by one of the valleys on the outside of the
bowls wall, a turbulent current yes; but one that heads in the right
direction and allows him to once more continue to close the gap in his
chase after Irianth the Gold.

Faerysa's no pawn to be played, though, though perhaps resembles one
ringed; dual vision is shattered only by the swiftness of motion, and
the blurring of sight. She may laugh still, but it's got annother edge
now, and some of the mocking blurs back in.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth dips, a desperate last
maneuver. Sharath's gained, pirate-dark; Tezcath too, with catamaran
speed. And the others -- they cut far too close, although her
sing-song carol of a call rings after the bronzes that lose ground.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath strikes hard for the queen; he'll
dash her, dash them both, onto passion's shore, and count himself
fortunate at the cost of it. Neck and tail stretch, eager talons
reach, wings billow wide -- through the night he falls as a star into
hungry sea, lighting his own way into her dawn.

[Matro and K'gen amble through to the beach.]

Sharath> Irianth, Aisheth, Tezcath, and Chaedanth sense that Sharath
dashes and splashes, water and light both that leap on high with
emotion's surge. Here she is, at very long last, as clean as fire
... and here /they/ are, surfing and surging towards destiny or doom.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth sees the queen dip within his
gazw, now if only the wind would shift his way. In a last and
desperate attempt the brown dives below the treachorous winds and then
pulls up as soon as he clears them, aiming for Irianth even as she
angles towards him. The air shreeks with the force of his wings
beating and his passing and soon he comes up along Irianth's golden
wing. But he is surrounded as she, and the manuevering is
tricky. Dipping a wing only slightly it brings him a bit above and
behind. Then he decends, tail reachining, neck moving to twine with
her fiery ones. Just another foot, just another few seconds. Let them
holds true!

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath downsweeps his chocolate wings, sun
glinting off as he pours every last shred of energy into the
lunge. The two winged sailing craft plunges at the mighty ship,
desperate for it. It is the safety that warmth and the passion as the
sailors cry out for their lovers onboard..

E'vrin steps forward. More of a stagger, less than a certainty, but it
serves: he's closer, close enough to fall. His eyes are open, wide,
wide open, and unsheathed to challenge Irianth's ri--/Faerysa./

Kandri trembles and then takes a step, her side facing Faerysa. Almost
as if she is sneaking up on the goldrider. Eyes flare and hands tense,
moving towards her at molasus pace.

T'nel turns towards Rysa, daring to take a step closer, the fire
burning deep within his eyes, a glimpse of his soul..

Faerysa's gaze narrow to slits, the fine arch of brows furrowing. But
wait! No! She clenches hand, crosses her wrists across her chest, and
exhales a hiss of breath. Echo of Irianth and vision in duplicate.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth takes advantage of his position,
the bronze of K'lin in his wake. He struggles valiantly to put into
this final effort every last ounce of energy in his white tinged,
sweat covered hide. A dragon length over Irianth he looks down, his
eyes brought and there whirling vibrant. Furling one wing while the
other stays and locks taught he drops, tilting to the side, bringing
the furled wing back into action at the last moment. Once more to
those in the bowl there is bright glint of light high in the sky as
the sun reflects from that shiny, almost liquid metal surface as
Aisheth's tail seeks and seeks hard to entwine itself around that of
the gold Irianth's, his talons reaching out, deadly tipped but gentle
never the less in their action to attempt his joining with this
vibrant, mocking and fierce and beautiful Gold called Irianth.

P'ter stands where he is, just managing to keep control of himself. He
looks at Faerysa with definite lust in his eyes but his muscles are
locked, knuckles white once more on his grin on his sleeves as they
were white with his grip on the fence down below and long, long ago.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth sharps towards shore, but it's out
of reach. And she's tangled in stays that she'd rather not have
bind. Dark, pirate-dark are her fetters, and she shrieks at the catch
-- but that, too, can pass as at last she subsides in a swell to blind
with the rise of her dawn to Sharath's own star. And plundered -- for
gold?

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Aisheth furls away, his attempt a failure
this time around. He roars his dismay to all of Pern, flipping back
upright and drifting down, sadly down, back whence he came.

P'ter looks for one last time at Faerysa and then in a carfully
controlled gait he leaves the weyr.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth pulls up and away, letting out a
trumpet of dissapointment as he flows to the ground, to ferry his
rider home.

P'ter has left.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath splits the sky with triumphant cry,
and curls 'round her fast. His, all his -- and his, lost to her -- and
they'll wash in with the tide, twinned and so bright, together.

Kandri bites her lipes and then stalks from the room.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath turns away from the bronze and
gold, bugling his rage out, floating down towards the bowl..

Kandri has left.

T'nel follows Kandri

Out on the ledge, Kandri hops onto Chaedanth's back, using his
upraised forepaw as a boost.

T'nel has left.

Out on the ledge, T'nel jumps up onto Tezcath's back, as the dragon
warbles a greeting.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Chaedanth disappears into Between.

Sharath> Irianth senses that Sharath soaks into waves' wallow as the
spiral of lust comes around and drowns him deep into ... gold, indeed.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tezcath disappears into Between.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Aisheth leaps out into the clear
air of the bowl, wings spread wide.

[Aisheth landed.  P'ter went towards the living cavern.]

E'vrin startles forward again, with steel all naked and free, and
... he bites his lip, just before dragon spirals out, and drowns him.

Faerysa's laughter -- what's left of it -- cuts short. /Caught/.

[Indeed.  Fade to black.  Log ends.]