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June 20, 1999.  PernMUSH.  E'vrin's POV.
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Your location's current time: 12:26 on day 1, month 9, Turn 27, of the
Tenth Pass. It is a autumn afternoon.
Cast:  E'vrin, Janine, Taya, Tuxi, Macami, T'al, Rhythana, K'gen,
       Jaina, Breylan; K'dar.

Janine's green Acevedath rises in her maiden mating flight.
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Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ)
Igen's living cavern is an immense hollow in the volcanic caldera,
stretching up two stories, the light of the glows and the hearth
reflected in the quartz which peppers the swirled sandstone unique to
this region. One hundred feet wide and one hundred and fifty feet
long, the room could, and, as the social center of the weyr, often
does, seat the entire weyr. Tapestries adorn the walls, depicting
scenes from Pern's past. The head table sits upon a raised platform at
the far eastern side of the room, in front of a huge fireplace which
is continually burning.
A wide balcony overlooks the cavern, and large tunnels lead west out
to the bowl, and south to the kitchens. A smaller tunnel leads off to
the east, beyond which lay the inner caverns of the Weyr. A small
doorway in the northern wall opens to the infirmary, and a quiet door
to the northeast opens into the Records Room. In the corner one may
+view a plaque.
Contents:
Taya
Janine
Tuxi
Meal Table
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Janine settles in the chair next to Taya. "A little out of sorts is
all."

E'vrin ambles inside with a faint flutter of robes. Swish, swish.

Janine lifts a hand in a half salute to E'vrin. "Good afternoon."

Taya nods and caresses Jani's shoulders, before she takes a bite of
her sweetroll.

"It is, isn't it?" E'vrin waves back, clearly no salute from his
pleased smile, to both women. "A day off from sweeps... How're you?"

Janine grins. "I do like that burnoose. It looks comfortable, E'vrin."

E'vrin flutters a handful of yellow robe at her, still looking
pleased. "One of the Lower Caverns women made it for me; she just
churns them out every summer. It /is/ comfortable, believe me! --May I
join you two?"

Macami comes in from the Bowl.

Taya scoots down to make room. "Sure"

Janine nods. "Sure... I'm about to melt today. I don't understand
it. Normally I don't even notice the heat."

Tuxi nods to those in the living cavern "Hello, I'm Tuxi." she says a
little brashly.

Janine grins to Macami. "Good afternoon! How are Tivu and you, Cami?"

Macami walks in with a merry whistle, waving around. Grabbing a glass
of juice from the meal table she slides into a seat, nodding absently
to the stranger. "Greetings."

E'vrin swoops yellowly to take the seat, nodding his thanks. "It /is/
a little warm, I suppose...." He lifts his head and gives Tuxi a
smile. "Good afternoon!"

Macami smiles warmly at Janine. "I'm very fine, as is Tivu. How are
you and Ace doing? Still restless?"

E'vrin bobs his head to Macami, too, and rests folded arms on the
tabletop, all comfortable-like.

Janine nods. "She's irritable today. Worse than yesterday."

Macami smiles at E'vrin, then nods to the greenrider. "She's much more
glowy today too. You ready for it?" She gives Janine a taxing glance.

Taya smiles over at Tuxi and asks, "Where are you from?"

Tuxi hmms "Oh, I'm from a small hold outside Igen."

E'vrin studies Janine sidelong but briefly; Tuxi's got his
attention. "Oh, you, too? Whereabouts? I used to live up the river
aways."

--
Tuxi is relatively short for her age and doesn't seem to have much
more height to gain. She is slender and moves with the grace of a
dancer. Her hair is dark black and has a slight curl to it. She wears
it up most often and allows loose curls to escape their biniding. Her
eyes are an odd shade of violet and are rimmedwith dark eyelashes. As
a result her eyes stand out on ehr cream in klah coloredskin. As you
can tell, she is fine boned and exotic looking. She has a very vibrant
charismatic personality and is might I say, just a little
outspoken. She isintelligent though and kind heartedShe appears to be
14 Turns, 0 months, and 7 days old.
--

Taya nods. "What did you do there? You look a little young to travel
alone."

Rhythana ambles out from the inner caverns.

T'al comes in from the Bowl.

E'vrin sits with Taya and Janine, chatting with Tuxi nearby. Macami's
chatting with Janine.

T'al meanders in, waving, displaying a thoughtful grin.

Tuxi cocks her head slightly "Well..I mainly helped my mother, she was
the holder's wife."

Janine idly and with some distraction watches the condensation
droplets collect and run down her glass sides. She uses a fingertip to
catch them before they reach the bottom and smears the moisture around
to the other sides of the vessel.

Rhythana wanders in from the direction of her room, rubbing her eyes
blearily. Naturally, she makes a VTOL-line for the klah.

Dragon> Igen Sirocco Wing sense that Sharath allows some sunny,
rose-edged smugness wash around fellow minds. << A day off from
sweeps. And a good day to lie around, too. >> Ha ha.

[Don't think Acevedath and Visquath were listening.]

Macami waves to Rhythana with a bright smile. "Heya Rhys." Janine's
gestures evoke a somewhat ferocious smile from her, though she quickly
hides it.

Taya nods. "What brings you down here to the weyr?"

Tuxi grins "Our tithe was delivered today."

Janine sighs and takes the cool glass and holds it to her
forehead. "Shards... it's hot today!"

Macami senses "E'vrin looks around at Macami's wave, throws Rhythana a
brief smile, too. Then ... "Well, don't /you/ look the dragon among
the wherries right now.""

E'vrin sits back. "Want me to flutter at you?" he asks Janine
innocuously, fingering the edge of his burnoose.

Rhythana looks askance at Janine, brow furrowing. "It's not -that-
hot," she comments, oblivious, before pouring a mug of klah and
heading for a seat near Macami.

Macami smiles. "Sometimes there's nothing better than good...heat."
She arches a brow at E'vrin. "Jealous?" She smiles faintly.

Taya asks Janine, "Whould you like some ice?"

T'al hesitates for a few seconds at the entrance of the cavern, eyeing
several persons in turn. Shaking his head, he then makes his way to
the meal table, where he greets Rhythana with appropriate
affection. "Hi there! How goes?" Something seems to be distracting
him, though, and his glance grows distant.

Janine giggles at E'vrin. "Silly!" Then to Taya. "Ooh! Lots would be
good!

Tuxi hmms "I better get going....my parents are probably waiting for
me.

E'vrin trots out a lazy smile at Macami. "Jealous? Why would I be
jealous?" He eyes T'al in turn.

Tuxi has disconnected.

You sense Macami smiles and shrugs. "Maybe you would like to be the
dragon? Am I not known for being fairly popular with the girls?" She
winks.

Taya stands and goes to the kitchen. She comes back shortly with a
glass of ice shards. he sets the glass down in front of Janine.

E'vrin bites down on a laugh; hooded eyes glint. "I don't fly very
well," is all he tells Macami, with a tragic edge to his voice. The
eyes slice again at Janine.

Rhythana pauses to greet T'al with a kiss on the cheek, brow lifting
as she notes his distraction. A light nudge in the elbows, and she
asks him, "What's wrong with -you-?" A reasonably good natured smile
flickers across her features, and she continues on her way, plunking
into a seat.

K'gen has arrived.

Macami snorts. "Alright. Say, what are you doing here anyway? Is
Sharath not at Genneth's side? Tivu sure never left his clutch for a
moment." She flashes another smile at Rhythana, her eyes straying over
to look at Janine now and then.

K'gen comes in, drowsy....

Taya eyes Janine also as well as the riders around her and shakes her
head. She leans in to whisper to Janine.

E'vrin watches K'gen with some sympathy, then returns to Macami on a
single shoulder's shrug. "He's not paternal," he answers, "and our
duties here supercede his pleasures there. Why? Don't you want me
here?" He pouts at the brown rider ... but there's an edge to it, too.

[Does she /want/ him out of the Weyr at this moment?  Hmm.]

Janine flushes under her brown skin. "Oh!... Not today!" she says to
no one.

Dragon> Acevedath bespoke Igen dragons with << Why do these males keep
staring at me? >>

Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Igen dragons with << Because it's fun? >>

Breylan ambles out from the inner caverns.

Jaina ambles out from the inner caverns.

Dragon> Igen dragons sense that Sharath's innocence rises like heat
from baking land. << I am nowhere near you, bright one. I promise that
I am not staring. >>

Jaina strolls over to the meal table with Breylan in hand.

Macami chuckles. "Far from it, E'vrin. I was just wondering. Not
everyone has to be such a doting sire as Tivu was." She arches a brow
at the edge in his voice but refrains from commenting.

T'al peers at the still empty mug he's holding for a while, hands
shaking slightly. Janine's comment receives a puzzled look in answer,
then a concerned one. "Shards..." he exhales. "Oh, I /hate/ that..."
Inquisitive eyes are turned to Macami, then to E'vrin, but the young
man's expression is otherwise unreadable.

E'vrin mellows right enough. "No doubt, no doubt. Genneth doesn't need
his hanging all over her; I think she'd roar him out of her sight
before long if he tried." He settles back on the bench, and he gives
T'al round, bright green eyes. "What?"

Rhythana leans over toward the brownrider, brows lifted. She mutters
to Macami, "... to..."

Breylan reaches the meal table with Jaina and picks up a plate,
putting a sweetroll and a redfruit on it, before reaching over to pour
himself a mug of klah.

K'gen flops into a chair after pouring a glass of some liquid.

Jaina nudges T'al a little at the meal table, "T'al you gona eat or
not?" Then she reaches her hand in front of T'al to grab a piec of
Porcine strip and a swetroll.

T'al shakes his head and blinks at E'vrin, gathering his thoughts, but
still holding his empty mug as if it didn't exist. "Well... Uh... I
don't know. Is it...?" But his voice trails off, and the question
remains unvoiced.

Macami smiles faintly, then nods in Janine's direction. She mutters to
Rhythana, "Her... tasty..."  She rubs her hands.

E'vrin prods the younger man gently, "Eat something. Look, Jaina's
nudging you."

Rhythana listens to Macami, then breaks into soft laughter. All she
can manage to say, through her chuckles is, "Good luck." The historian
leans back in her chair, drinking her klah. An amused glance is shot
at T'al, and she shakes her head slightly.

T'al blinks again and turns dizzy eyes to Jaina. "Oh, hi, Jaina," he
pipes up, managing a weak grin that fades at once.

Jaina pours a glass of juice and shakes her head at the bluerider. She
turns to find a place with two empty seat.

Macami grins at E'vrin. "I wonder how Cyrath coped with Tivu. But she
did. That ended abruptly after the hatching though." She winks at
Rhythana. "Thank you."

K'gen finishes his drink and nods softly, standing up and heads for
the inner caverns.

Jaina giggles before she walks away from T'al, "I hpe those weren't
dragon dreams you were just having."

You say "Looked like it, didn't it, Jaina? Terrible thing, just
terrible."

Jaina nods as she laughs, "Just awful, E'vrin." she winks.

E'vrin grins back and tells Macami more seriously, "It's true I can't
wait for the Hatching, but there are lots of reasons for that, I
think."

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath catches an updraft to glide into
the air of the Bowl.

K'gen strides through the passageway into the Inner Caverns.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath swoops to the feeding grounds to
the southwest.

Breylan steps over to a table with two places and sits down, setting
his small meal out before him.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh catches an updraft to glide into
the air of the Bowl.

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

T'al draws a deep breath, and casts a wistful glance at his
mug. Drinking isn't what he actually wants, it seems, and he puts it
back on the table, before pacing around nervously, and finally
settling at the nearest table.

E'vrin blinks.

Jaina sets hers next to Breylan and grins "Now or later?" she asks to
Breylan mysteriously.

Janine grasps Taya hand. "Oh love. It's now!"

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath catches an updraft to glide into
the air of the Bowl.

Macami looks up and stares at Janine. "Oh! I think it's time."

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh swoops to the feeding grounds to
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath swoops to the feeding grounds to
the southwest.

Breylan has disconnected.

Taya looks at Janine worriedly then to the other riders. "Be nice to
her." she warns. then smiles and kisses Jani's cheek

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Acevedath snatches a fleeing buck
and quickly breaks it's neck. Her head strikes for the soft entrails.

Macami smiles reassuringly at Taya. "You know I could never be but
nice to Jani."

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath eels up and over the
fence, a dragon of pale and narrow form, and uses wider wings to brake
him, to stake him to a first kill: a wherry, caught in full exploding
pseudofluff, borne down under bronze talons while bronze grasps the
throat and glares at the other suitors.

Rhythana gives Macami's arm a little squeeze, offering her friend a
conspiratorial smile, and nods her agreement to Taya. "Be nice, and
good luck," she repeats, getting to her feet to head for the food
table.

Jaina says "Time for...Oh Ace is rising?"

Janine stands. "No! Blood only!" she says to no one.

"I'm nice," T'al says, a low rumble that doesn't seem to belong to
him. He stands up, and goes back to pacing around, more and more
restless.

E'vrin blinks again and comes mostly back. "Nice? Wha...?" He starts
to climb to his feet, too.

Taya nods to Jaina.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh seems to vibrate with
energy as he downs a herdbeast, sitting on it with rippling
muscles. Quick slashes and blood pours forth, to be devoured in greedy
gulps.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath dives from above, perfect
elegance incarnated, and gives a big herdbeast a perfect, painless
death as he cleanly cuts its head off.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Acevedath bugles her irritation
and diverts to the bucks neck instead. She bites then clamps on the
gushing wound, sucking the hot blood greedily.

Sharath> Tivuketh, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Sharath's mind
vibrates the way brown seems to do so, but entirely real: thoughts
quiver, sliding down, down into bestial pit, away from intellect and
into animality.

Janine is lost.. stumbling for the bowl.

Macami smiles back at Rhythana but looks distracted very obviously. "I
think I'll go outside," she says, wiping her mouth with the back of
her right hand.
Macami walks out to the Bowl.

Janine walks out to the Bowl.

Taya stands and follows Janine steadying her a little
Taya walks out to the Bowl.

E'vrin is a little better at navigating, himself, and manages to aim
his way after the other riders, robe a-flapping behind him.

T'al was here, he no longer is. Fitting, really.
T'al walks out to the Bowl.

You walk out into the Bowl.

Rhythana walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

T'al follows, absent, features quirking under the force of
irrepressible emotions that aren't his own.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath looses the wherry and
launches again, out into the center of the milling and bawling herd to
snag himself a fatter beast, on four legs instead of two. He settles
behind it, snapping at Visquath if the blue gets too close, and
watching -- ever watching -- the green with muddy carnelian eyes.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh discards the herdbeast
carcass deftly, hitting a smaller blue with it. Swift motions of his
talons break off the neck of a wherry. More energy to consume.

Taya shades her eyes under the noon sun to see the feeding pens.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Acevedath flings the depleted
carcass aside and lashes out a foreleg to bring down another, larger
buck. Throat ripped open, she latches on and sucks again. He dark
green nearly seems to glow in the sunlight.

Macami tries to look calm, but a light sheen of perspiration shines on
her brow. She rubs her hands continually.

Rhythana wanders out of the living cavern, munching on a meatroll. She
looks to the feeding pens, hand lifting to shade her eyes.

E'vrin shrouds his hands inside loose burnoose material, hugging
himself, and just stands yellowly, head down. Waiting. Intent.

Janine concentrates, a sheen of sweat forming on her brow. "That's
right! Blood only.. hot, good blood." she murmers.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh lashes his tail, making
wherries and other beasts dart in panic as he strikes some of them
down. He jumps up, then plummets down, smashing a ribcage with a crack
before he makes more slurping noises. The good-natured brown is gone,
there's only the beast in here now.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath yawns, and blood drips its
tattered banner from wide jaws. Then they snap shut, tension released,
and his narrow wedge head arrows on each of the other suitors, and on
her. He dips his head, licks pensively at the torn flesh of his kill,
and sinks to his belly. Waiting. Intent.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath majestically empties the
herdbeast, drinking blood from the creature's neck, crouching as the
corpse sent by Tivuketh passes not far from him. Then dropping his now
useless beast, he leaps up, and with that perfect, infinitely elegant
motion of his, dives onto a couple of wherries. Purple eyes whirl
faster than a pair of maelstroms, and, though he tries his best to
look indifferent, his attention is obviously focused on the terribly
desirable Green who is all that matters now, and forever.

K'gen has arrived.

Sharath> Acevedath senses that Sharath slicks his thoughts near, all
roseate, aureate fire and licking, greedy cupric heat underneath the
shimmering flame-forms. Does she fly? Does she wait?

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Acevedath flings this one aside
too. She looks for something larger and strikes down a bovine. This
one too meets a quick end as she gorges on it's red life fluid. Her
glow intensifies as her eyes achieve a deep deep purple, with red
swirls flashing.

E'vrin tilts his head, rolling an eye at Jan--Acevedath's rider
thoughtfully, bronzely.

K'gen comes out of the infirmary and is carrying a armful of materials
and nods as he passes by...
K'gen walks over towards the center of the bowl.

Taya peers up at Janine and nods murmuring softly words of
encouragement just under her breath.

Macami looks down at her rubbing hands with annoyance and pushes them
into the pockets of her pants, eyeing Janine intently, with
dark...brown eyes.

Dragon> Tivuketh, Sharath, and Visquath sense that Acevedath is deep
in a burning hot, frenzy. << Why don't you males leave me to eat in
peace? >>

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath's belly brushes
gore-painted ground. Wings shiver out, throwing the sun back at itself
with his own ruddy-fire edges. Lower he crouches. Lower yet. Watching.

Janine's lips curl in anger, a snarl rips out. "Leave her alone!"

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh slows down his speed,
retaining some energy now. He slowly slurps on a wherry neck, blood
dripping to the ground, staining his brown muzzle a dark, almost
black-red shade. His eyes are on Acevedath, waiting for the right
time, to jump up, to chase, to catch.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath promptly beheads his
first wherry and makes a show of drinking its lifeblood as cleanly and
efficiently as possible, the other creature still squeaking in his
claw. The shrieks seem to irritate the Blue, though, and he violently
whaps the wherry, tossing its now dead body towards... Acevedath. A
gift? No, no, impossible. No normal dragon would do that.

Sharath> Tivuketh, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Sharath fights
fire with fire, roseate and aureate flames dancing -- mocking --
green's own heat. Well? Well? Does she fly? (Slow, so slow...)

Rhythana's glance flicks to Janine, a brow lifting just slightly as
she polishes off her meatroll, before her attention returns to the
blooding dragons.

Dragon> Sharath, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Tivuketh sends
purple tendrils of emotion towards the green, backlashing onto the
other males as well. << Because I must be here. >>

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Acevedath finishes her draining of
the large bovine and looks about for escape, somewhere to eat in
private. She bugles one last time and head turned to look back, daring
them to try following, she vaults into the air.

T'al's loud breath accelerates, and he shakes his head several times,
eyes closed, trying to sort between his feeling and his
dragon's. Fruitless. The bond is too strong.

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

Sharath> Acevedath senses that Sharath licks nearer, if not quite
touching thought with thought: polite reserve, aloof observation. They
watch because they /can/ -- and she does not will it?

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath drops the empty wherry,
and... He's up, swift, elegant... lustful.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath leaps into the air!

Taya follows Ace's fornup into the sky with shaded eyes.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath explodes from his crouch,
reaching for that first vital updraft.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh throws the drained wherry
away and jumps up powerfully.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath's wings beat powerfully as she
rockets upwards, glowing in a shining irridescent deep green blur. She
bugles to the annoying males and distances herself from them.

A breath shivers down E'vrin's frame, shaking the robe and loosening
his hands from his ribs. He takes a frisson to settle himself and then
-- ground weyr. Let's wander thataway, or try.

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

[He glides down towards the living cavern.]

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh falls into a controlled pattern,
turns of chasing greens having taught him a little bit. If only he
remembered more... For now he slowly ascends, looking for the right
thermals, never losing sight of that precious goal, that shining green
gem of beauty.

Leventh lands carefully.

K'dar clambers down Leventh's side to the ground, the dragon's
sparkling eyes watching closely.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath gives a couple of powerful
winbeats, rising higher and higher, his eyes focused on the shining
green mirage before him. His tail lashes in expectation, and he cups
his wings, sparing his breath, for now. She musn't escape. Oh, she
must be his, his, his partner in the marvellous dance that's about to
be perfomed.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath finds his updraft and takes it, no
laggard to the chase for all his size. Strength pushes him up, rather,
and he swings a slow path out of Visquath's slipstream to forge one of
his own, with glowing, annoyed green at its head.

Leventh pauses only long enough to let his rider dismount before
leaping back into the air. He may have a long way to go to catch up,
but he's definitely got persistence working for him

Macami stares up into the sky then heads into the weyr, away from the
others, to wait for the result of the flight, anxiously.

Leventh tenses, then springs upwards.

Macami heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge.
--
Guest Weyr
The ledge of the empty ground weyr is spacious, with more than enough
room for two or three dragons. The weyr has a cozy stone hollow,
proportioned to dragon size. The sleeping area, separated from the
rest of the weyr by a large, ornately embroidered curtain, is clean,
with a warm looking black and gold patterned rug, and a tapestry
depicting a Fall over the Igen River.
The door in the eastern wall leads into the Weyr proper. From the
ledge, the sky of the Bowl opens out to the west.
Contents:
Macami
--

T'al comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
K'dar comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Janine comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.

Macami crouches against the wall, unconsciously still rubbing her
hands as she eyes Janine.

T'al steps in as if the world didn't exist, simply. A ghost of a
Bluerider, he leans against the nearest wall, eyes closed, pale under
his tan.

Shell-shocked would probably be a fair description of how K'dar
looks. He'd only planned to be here to drop messages, and now he's
caught up in a flight

E'vrin remains standing, yellow and lean, and hoods himself in
aloofness, distance. He can't even spare sympathy for K'dar; must
focus. Must ... control. A blazing look at Acevedath's rider, then he
puts his head down again.

Janine stops where she's been lead, deep in concentration, arms
hugging herself.

Macami doesn't seem to care much for control as her eyes gleam with an
almost unholy intensity as she watches Janine-Acevedath-Janine.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath beats ever higher, her anger
melting into the glory of freedom. She looks behind and taunts the
chasers with bugle, then turns to concentrate on opening the gap
between them.

Sharath> Leventh, Tivuketh, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that
Sharath's mind surges ahead of working body (wings galloping, heart
racing): fire licks out, ruddiness burnt away in rut's need to leave
only pale, intense shine. Have her -- will have her--

T'al opens his eyes, slowly, and in the dim light of the weyr, their
usual clear grey hue almost looks blue. Blue... Purple... Life is a
mess of colors, the most important being... /green/.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath angles at Tivuketh directly on
nimble, knowing wings. A prime position there, so hard in Acevedeth's
wake that green washes scent and touch down the winds -- but will the
bronze be able to seize it?

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh trails the pack, for now, by
several lengths - his brown figure for an instant seems to be as
driftwood, dragged along by the tempest of the flight's passage. The
determination in his lines overcomes this impression, however - the
only thing in the world he can be is a lover, intent on the teasing
green above

Dragon> Leventh, Tivuketh, Sharath, and Visquath sense that Acevedath
that Acevedath is jubilant in her bid for freedom, a blue flash colors
her deep purple core. << I will be free of you all soon! >>

Green. Color of E'vrin's eyes in sun; here, they're only sylvan-dark,
like jungle underbrush tangled and brooding. They narrow, sweep the
others, wary and gauging.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh doesn't even try to bugle, warble,
make any sound, as he concentrates on ascending. His wings work
powerfully until he catches another thermal. In a dizzying speed for
his bulk he spirals upwards, his head craning as not to lose sight of
the treasure. He snarls at Sharath who is much too close, then a blue
gets a growl. He flies sidewards, drifting away from the main pack. He
alone wants to catch her, so alone he must chase her.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath flies, and flies again. Not yet
displaying his unusual, almost supernatural skills, he just follows
the flock of dragons, slightly above the main mass, forgetful of
anything but... her, her, /her/, wings and tail a blur of green dream
that soars above the clouds, alone, free, forever... Forever? Well,
we'll see. The Blue accelerates, surfing on the winds, his friends,
ignoring the other dragons. They don't exist. She'll be /his/. Oh,
Faranth, she must be his...

Sharath> Leventh, Tivuketh, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that
Sharath's response is a gutteral roll of thought, less laugh than
growl. Try it. Just try it, bright one--

Janine growls and bares her teeth in a ferral grin. She clenches her
fists under her arms as trickles of sweat make tracks on her neck and
chest.

K'dar's grey eyes, initially watery with confusion, now begin to firm
to a slate color of determination. He's still not entirely clear on
how he got here, but that matters little. What matters is
satisfaction, for dragon and rider

Macami arches a brow and...hisses at E'vrin, then a bluerider gets a
snarl-like sound, before her attention is all seized by Janine.

Dragon> Leventh, Tivuketh, Sharath, and Acevedath sense that Visquath
doesn't think: he acts. Efficiently, powerfully... Lustfully? You bet.

Yellow quivers, and E'vrin gives Tivuketh's rider a slow, smoky look
-- and mocking grin.

T'al gathers his thoughts for the briefest of seconds -- long enough
to return Macami's snarl, and to cast an unreadable look at Janine.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath darts off on a new angle, turning
in the way only a smaller green dragon can. She taunts the chasing
males with a twitch of her tail, then dives, wings tucked, for the
bowl far below.

Macami looks down at her right hand. Almost a claw. She flexes her
fingers, looking at short finger nails. Talons. The look E'vrin gets
is dark, and T'al is just plainly ignored.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath surges forward into Tivuketh's
space, and wings -- wingtips -- just pass, nearly brush, before wind
whips them away like a scold. Mustn't touch; must hurry ahead for
/green/... And he does, tucking narrow body into itself and rolling
over the fulcrum of his momentum into a dive to trace Acevedath's, but
at a shallower angle.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh banks easily, his eyes alight with
triumph as his handicap finally eases. The extra space he had behind
the green allows him ample time to follow her turn through, and cut a
corner off along the way. Now that the position is no longer hopeless,
the brown turns his attention to the other competitors

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh groans with frustration, almost
painfully slow turns and then folds his wings to his back,
plummeting. Not far below his wings snap out again, a loud snap and
his bounty, the beautiful green light of his eyes closer again. His
tail lashes out, lightly brushing along Sharath's side who seems to
lurk close whereever the wind and his wings carry the brown dragon.

Dragon> Leventh, Tivuketh, Sharath, and Visquath sense that Acevedath
that Acevedath is amused, an azure tint fringes the deep royal purple
of heer thoughts. << I am fast! I am strong. I am green! >>

E'vrin draws himself up, away from Tivuketh's rider, who gets a nasty
look in return before nobility -- or just plain vicarious lust --
returns his attention to Acevedath's mate. His jaw sets; his eyes lock
in.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath manages the turn with perfect
swiftness, being smaller than the Green he desires so much. More
skillfull, too? Maybe, though it doesn't matter much: the Flight is
its own meaning, and he soars, endlessly free, eyes narrowing as they
focus on the center of the world -- its tail, to be precise. He
doesn't dive, knowing better than that. When she rises again (when?),
he'll catch her. Oh, he will, he will... He /must/! Wings furling
slightly, he slows, sparing his breath for the last sprint. Then, and
only then, he'll show the clumsy pack of dragons what flying truely
means.

Macami chuckles softly, pleased at something. The smile stays on her
face as she watches Janine, the familiarity of her and the all-new
wonder of an adult Acevedath combining wonderfully.

Sharath> Leventh, Tivuketh, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Sharath
rakes a furious thought at native brown -- away! -- and rolls another
luxurious grit of a sending at the green. Fast -- strong -- green --
but is it enough?

Sharath> Acevedath senses that Sharath's private touch allows that he
does not believe it is. (Rolling, lusty laughter.)

Janine shivers as she senses Acevedath's change of course and
arrow-like dive. She grips her sides now and looks unseeing at the
wall in front of her.

Dragon> Leventh, Sharath, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Tivuketh
returns the fury with anger of his own, a mindlash directed at
bronze. The feelings become more gentle as they drift towards the
green, just as his flight path is carrying him towards her. Fury and
desire both shine with burning intensity.

T'al is no longer here, overwhelmed by the mental bond, the wind, the
power of thin slender muscles under a blue hide, and lust, as well,
lust. Naught to life but agile dragon wings, indeed. Almost.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath swoops near the ground and aims
for the gap in the bowl wall. She turns at the last moment to soar
upwards again, wings not beating as strongly as before, her rise
slower. A dulling of her glow is noticable in the bright sunlight.

Dragon> Tivuketh, Sharath, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Leventh
may be considering the other chasers, now, but he spares no emotion
for them. He longs, with a depth that is almost frightening, and the
object of that longing is the only one who gets an individual touch
from his thoughts

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath notices it, oh notices it, as
evidenced by wings' quickened beat, flight's harried heat. Let her
dull, let him shine -- bronze burns palely on, snapping pinions closed
to dip around Leventh with a wind-cloaked snarl and opening them
again, open to speed, to wind, to need.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh almost easily ascends now,
compared to the slowing-down green. His muscles ripple, but maybe more
in show than in effort. He uses utter control, rising with the wind
and his lust, so close, oh so close now.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh pulled up early, seeing the gap in
the bowl ahead - the Telgar dragon felt all too keenly his alienness,
and sought to avoid the peril. As Acevedath pulls up, too, a bugle of
pure joy erupting from his snout. He, too, is tired, unfortified by
the hot blood of the feeding grounds. Together, his voice seems to
call, two tired dragons can find rest

Dragon> Leventh, Tivuketh, Sharath, and Acevedath sense that Visquath
tries to ignore the mental roars, his will focused on his only
purpose, but it's too hard, just too hard, and his furious roar,
fought back for too long, suddenly explodes, echoing all around Pern,
above the sky, beyond Belior.

Sharath> Visquath senses that Sharath rolls laughter through blue's
mind, gritty as soot and fine as ash. Noisy -- young.

Dragon> Leventh, Tivuketh, Sharath, and Visquath sense that Acevedath
is tiring with a slight greying of the deep purple of her thoughts. <<
Oh why won't you leave me alone? >>

Sharath> Leventh, Tivuketh, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Sharath
flames on, and if there's ash blowing through the prism of his mind,
token of weariness, he's blowing it summarily /away./ No faltering. No
stopping. No chance, Acevedath.

Dragon> Leventh, Sharath, Acevedath, and Visquath sense that Tivuketh
doesn't deem reply to this question, but sends forth a torrent of
thoughts of admiration and more pronounced lust, desire. He'll never
let her alone.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath struggles to gain altitude and a
glance behind shows she's loosing ground. Males to her left, males to
her right, below and above she darts once again, trading altitude for
velocity in a tightly banked turn.

E'vrin broods. Staring at Acevedath's rider. Staring. Brooding. He
shifts against the wall, shoulders moving as if winged, and stares
some more.

Macami licks her lips, still smiling. Her hands rest on her thighs
now. All will be over soon.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath doesn't seem to notice the
throbbing in his wings -- she's getting tired as well, and nothing
else matters, not even the pack of flying dragons who are too close,
way too close. Ignoring them -- flying faster -- her, her, her! He
stretches his slightly overlarge sails, and, for the first time,
truely gives the best of his abilities. Other dragons may be stronger,
have more stamina, but -- he's the swiftest. If only he could just
ignore them, young, inexperienced Blue dragon as he is, if only he
could make that lashing tail /his/, just for an instant... Flying
faster, always faster, as Acevedath at last tries to break free, he
dives to her, wings furled, slicing through the air like a deadly
accurate blue arrow.

Janine sighs, eyes sightless, her hands clenching into balled fists
then hugging her sides. It's as if she where the one struggling with
fatigue.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh turns the opposite way, hoping to
break her banking with his body, and bear her away with him. Though
tired, his wingbeats are still strong, and it's clear that he has the
will and the power to hold her. Against that, his weakness lends a
certain air of understanding to the plight of the green

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath spends hoarded strength in a burst
of speed, flashing forward like an arrow, himself, on pale wings'
fletching to intercept the green's turn and foil it. To the target --
to the pain! -- he flies, reckless and blazing, and neck and tail
curve forward in eager (if not tender) tenterhooks.

E'vrin steps forward, just that one pace, quietly.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh propels himself further upward to
be above his aspiration, in a last forced expense of energy. His wings
spread wide, lowering, ready to have and to hold, a bundle of
stretched muscles, feelings, desires.

Sharath> Acevedath senses that Sharath reaches -- lances -- oh, to
/touch/--

K'dar's cheeks are drawn, and his eyes have a kind of hollow
knowingness - obviously, it's not been any too long since he was
disappointed in this. Yet, against this, he is sure that his lifemate
is the best, this time, and hopes for victory

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Acevedath yaws to the side, attempting to
evade the bronze that is suddenly in her path, but to no use. In
exhausted surrender she yeilds to Sharath's clutch and entwines her
neck an tail instinctively around his, letting him take the burdon of
their descent.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh bugles loudly, rage, anger,
disappointment. He folds his wings and plummets down, leaving Sharath
and Acevedath far behind.

Macami sighs unhappily, gives one last look at Janine, then stumbles
outside.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh reverses his bank again, gliding
down to the floor of the bowl in dignified silence

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath catches and carries, willing
enough, but there's need, still, and he carries her, yes, into the
heart of burning consummation for them both.

Macami makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.

Sharath> Acevedath senses that Sharath touches. Opens conenction and
spirals inside, down and down and down ... together.

K'dar sighs, hope extinguished, and departs
K'dar walks out into the hallway.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath wails in despair, once again
beaten by a more powerful one. Folding his wings, he plummets, head
first, toward the ground, then stretches one wing, the other, and
neatly lands on his ledge, exhausted.

Dragon> Leventh, Tivuketh, Sharath, and Visquath sense that Acevedath
broadcasts a burst of resignation then surprised wonder and joy as she
is consummed in an ecstacy far beyond any she's ever encountered.

Another breath. It moves E'vrin forward, and burnoose falls away in a
yellow puddle behind him, unsheathing him as he moves for her --
Acevedath's rider -- Janine -- at last.

Janine shudders as Acevedath's emotions burn through her. She turns to
seek release in the arms of Sharath's rider, E'vrin.

An astonishingly powerful roar echoes in the cavern. T'al opens his
eyes, breathing fast, and strides out, brutally nudging a Brownider
out of the way. Uncharacteristic, but appropriate, maybe.
T'al walks out into the hallway.

[Fade to black in the weyr.  Log ends.]