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July 6, 1999.  PernMUSH.  E'vrin's POV.
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Your location's current time: 10:54 on day 11, month 11, Turn 27, of
the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn morning.
Cast:  E'vrin, Br'don, Siara, Laila, Lyria, Kyliven, Macami, Jaela;
       Laurene, Sonya, T'al.

Br'don's green Halimedath rises in her maiden mating flight.
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Field outside the Main Entrance
Contents:
Br'don
T'ram
Halimedath
Eosith
Ranth(#14457JVaps)
Ginabeth
Ordoneth
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Br'don looks at T'ram curiously. Br'don looks haggard, tired. "I'm
sorry." He shakes his head. "Sorry." He chuklesmirthlessly.

E'vrin ambles towards the living cavern, arms swinging at his sides,
not an apparent care in the world.

Ordoneth is standing between Halimedath and Ginabeth, still.

E'vrin eyes the draconic tableau in passing, then continues passing.

You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern.
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Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ)
Contents:
Kyliven(#5003PJcem$)
Siara
Lyria
Laila
Meal Table
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E'vrin ambles inside, arms a-swinging at his sides.

Siara waves to E'vrin, "Hi!" Her tone holds a note of excitement.

E'vrin tosses out a smile, pleased if curious, at the blue rider,
ambles nearer. "Morning. What's put the sweetener in /your/ klah?"

Laila nods, once to E'vrin. She's concentrating on something, then her
eyes widen, and she pales slightly.

Lyria smooths some numbweed into Marai's poor pink sunburned arm
quietly.

Kyliven turns from Laila and towards Siara, flopping into a
chair. "Shells and shards. The day Eosith's been waiting for since she
cracked shell -- hiya, Ev'rin -- and my stomach'd rather be far away."

Siara grins at E'vrin, "/Two/ greens rising. One soon!"

Laila lifts slightly trembling hands to her temples. "Over. Ginabeth's
left."

E'vrin flops a little, too, taking a chair near his wingsecond. He
gives Siara wide eyes, after a nod back to pale Laila. "So that's what
it is," he says cryptically, thoughtfully. "Well, no wonder you're
excited, eh?"

Laila sits down, and sighs.

Siara nods happily to E'vrin. "And both riders I really like too! Not
that that matters so much...still. Greens Ranth likes too."

Kyliven looks as though she's bitten into a redfruit and found half a
grub at Siara's words. "How's um.. How's Sharath? E'vrin?"

Siara glances over at Kyliven uncomfortably, "Oh right...you really
like Br'don. I forgot. Sorry..."

E'vrin gives Siara a vague smile, mumbles something about being happy
for her and her blue, and then answers Kyliven promptly, "He's
fine. I'm fine. You?"

T'ram comes in from the Bowl.
Br'don comes in from the Bowl.

T'ram comes back in, arm slung over Br'don's shoulder
affectionately. "Bartender!" he calls out.

Macami has connected.

[Net flaked.  She'd been there all along, playing with Marai.]

Laila stand, on her brother's entrance. She walks up, suddenly all
efficiency. "Alright. What do you need?"

Br'don walks in leaning slightly on T'ram, a nervous grin on his face.

Kyliven attempts a pleasant smile for the
bronzerider. "We're.. fine. We'll be finer... better!" she corrects
herself with a quick shake of her head, "After, you know. After
Halimedath's gone up."

T'ram grins at Laila, "Whatever you got the most of!"

E'vrin murmurs, "I see," and eyes Kyliven with some fond
amusement. "Well, I hope it works out for you, eh? And for him, too,
of course."

Siara looks over at Br'don, staring briefly, and then gets to her
feet. "Ranth and I are going to...get ready. I'll see you all later,"
she winks, grinning as she saunters out.

Laila merely nods to T'ram, but she's focused on Br'don.

Kyliven just groans and rubs at the back of her neck. "Thanks,
E'vrin. I think." Head falls forward, as if to fall onto the table,
but instead it swivels around, Br'don found within her
sights. "Shells."

Siara walks out to the Bowl.  [RL]

Macami looks up as Br'don enters, only now noticing the people who
have entered the Living Cavern as well. She nods around, then smiles
at Marai again.

E'vrin's hand hovers over Kyliven's, but doesn't dare a sympathetic
squeeze, although his eyes do follow hers, and he idly watches the two
green riders, too.

Br'don casts his glance around. He looks for a drink. Any drink.

Laila moves over the the table, pouring a glass of wine and handing it
to Br'don.

T'ram thanks Laila, and pulls out a chair for Br'don. "There we go."

Br'don grins thankfully and takes the glass. He sits down and begins
drinking.

With a near audible crack, Kyli wrenches her head around to find
someone -- anyone! -- else to stare at. "Macami!" she calls with a
note of guarded relief. "How are you? And Lyria -- how's the baby?"

Jaela comes down the stairway.

Lyria grins, her eyes lighting up, "She's wonderful. She's a very good
baby."

E'vrin looks quite happy to keep staring what /he's/ staring at,
although he amiably includes Laila in it, too. Slouched in his chair,
fingers laced together over his midriff, he watches that happy
trio. "Going well, Br'don?" he finally asks.

Macami looks up and smiles. "Now now, if this isn't little Kyliven? I
sure wouldn't have recognized you, scarce that you are. I am fine."
She turns her head as Jaela enters the Living Cavern and flashes her a
smile.

T'ram makes sure Br'don gets settled before all his brains are
gone. He says before stepping away, "You'll be great."

['His' being T'ram's in this case.  Proddy green strikes.]

Lyria says pleasantly, "You know, Macklin's really great with her."

Laila pauses, and glances at E'vrin. She blinks, and leans down to
Brae.

Macami smiles at Lyria. "I was talking to him yesterday, you know. He
told me he thinks he's a good mother." She grins.

Jaela waves pleasantly as she makes her way quietly down from the
balcony. She winks at Macami and makes her way over to the meal
table. "Hello all."

T'ram blinks rapidly. "I came in here for ..."
T'ram looks at Laila, "Oh, right."

E'vrin calls out delightedly, "/Jae/la!" He's slouching near the
others, looking more genial than anything, and gives the weyrwoman a
smile with the greeting, even as he watches T'ram a little
closely. Just a little.

Lyria grins, "He is."

T'ram asks, "Wanna go?" -- "I was thinking ..." He pauses,
shrugs. "Somewhere else, I guess."

Macami turns her head and reaches out a hand to Jaela.

Kyliven acts as though there's a wall between herself and the
greenriders. At least for now. "You know P'ter, Cami. He thinks
everyone should work as hard as he does. Though I got a few days'
leave to go visit Honshu -- that's where I've been lately." She flicks
a glance at Br'don through the invisible wall before asking in a loud
whisper, "Should he be drinking? Already?"

Macami tsks. "Honshu? Not with us in your spare time? I'm appalled,
Kyli." She smiles though.

Laila looks at T'ram, briefly. "I... Don't think I can. I don't feel
right about it."

T'ram nods, grinning, "Understood."
T'ram blinks, "We, ah." -- "We need to get."

Laila glances at Kyli. "One won't kill him, I suppose. Not with the
amount..." She trails off, nodding to T'ram. "Ordoneth's been thinking
that for a bit."

Br'don puts down his empty glass and smiles. He looks at E'vrin and
nods. "I'm doing very well Thank you." He smiles at everyone and then
looks at his sister. It is a look of nervousness and
desperation. "I'll be okay."

Kyliven gingerly returns Cami's smile. "Well, I also had some sibs to
visit. It turns out Niyah was Searched for Honshu's last Clutch, but
her lifemate wasn't there."

E'vrin assures Kyliven, "See? He's doing all right. Good for you,
Br'don." He sounds glad enough for the younger man, without too much
predatory intensity. Right now, at least.

Jaela fills up a mugfull of klah and takes a sip before heading over
to Macami's side and gently touching her forearm as she leans against
her. She smiles and shakes her head over at E'vrin and then comments
to Kyliven, "Mmmm....it is so nice down at Honshu."

T'ram embraces his fellow greenrider briefly one final time, before
departing, "It'll be sublime." -- "I promise."

You say "--I've never been down there. Should I go?"

Laila looks close to ill. She shakes her head at Br'don. "Don't feel
right about it. I'll be here as long as I can."

Br'don looks at T'ram. "Thank you."

Macami nods to Kyliven. "It happens. Happened to me. She might still
find her lifemate." She slips an arm around Jaela's waist and kisses
her, then stares over to Br'don for a brief moment before she whispers
something to her weyrmate.

T'ram walks out to the Bowl.

"It's my second-favorite place to be, besides home," Kyli
declares. "It's spring down there, and all the trees are leafing out
-- all shades of green." Green. Shells. At the word, her eyes go again
to Br'don and she winces.

E'vrin bites his lip, tries to smooth things through. "Well, you'll
have to tell me more about it, Kyliven, in case I ever go. It sounds
lovely."

Jaela's eyes sparkle at something Macami says. She turns to her and
kisses her cheek, laughing softly and whispering back.

You say "Not now, though. Tell me whenever you like."

Lyria tells Marai quietly, "Now you can watch riders be silly."

Kyliven looks up, over, at her wingmate. "Sure, Ev. E'vrin. I'll have
Eosith give Sharath the visualization."

E'vrin smiles. "Sounds good; thanks." Didn't hear Lyria's comment,
obviously.

Macami laughs at something Jaela whispers to her. "Oh yes, exactly."

Br'don shakes his head and speaks softly. "Oh no that's okay. You go
on without me."

Kyliven rubs her hands together, palms flat. She seems utterly
fascinated by the heat thus generated.

IgenW-Bowl> Ordoneth walks over from the field to the southeast.

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath flares his wings, raises his head to stare at the
brown.

IgenW-Bowl> Ordoneth warbles to Sharath, and settles down in a little
ball. Little being figurative.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth sounds bored. << Don't worry. Not
chasing. I pity anyone who gets her. >>

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath dares to touch muzzle to brown neck, but jerks it
back -- backs up in fact, wings still half-spread, eyes spinning
deeper blue, into violet.

Laila manages to smile slightly. "Can't, Brae."

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath's surface aspect prickles and
dances with restless ruddy heat, refracted through cracking
crystal. << ...You don't? Do not? Pity? >>

[He's losing it.  It's seeping slowly to E'vrin, too.]

E'vrin blinks slowly, some thought goes away, and he peers towards the
twins. "You're going to watch, Laila?" he asks, soft, soft.

Kyliven says "Eosith also rose after a couple of greens down there."
The table seems quite unimpressed by this declaration. He didn't catch
either of them, though.""

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth pauses. << Not really. Suppose
this isn't the best time to joke. I can't. Our riders are siblings,
they affect us, is all. >>
Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << They do not mate. We will not
mate. >>

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath stretches out a thought here,
there, brushing towards green, back to rider, back to brown. << Oh, >>
he manages to coalesce out of the heat. << Shame. I want her. Would
rival you for her. Want them all! >>

Macami shrugs and smiles. "Maybe he can make a difference soon? Can't
say Tivu's been lucky ever since he did the great catch. I'm not
complaining." She chuckles.

Laila looks up at E'vrin, and nods, once. She folds her hands behind
her back, and flushes. "I don't feel right... Leaving."

Sharath> Halimedath senses that Sharath's surface thoughts brush near,
not quite (yet) touching: ruddy fire, refracted through cracking
crystal, heat leaking, pouring, demanding. Then -- retraction. Away
again.

Dragon> Sharath senses that Ordoneth warms a little. << Tomorrow.
We'll fly against each other tomorrow. But today, she is yours, should
you catch. >>

[T'ram's Ginabeth is rising next.  Dragons know.]

Jaela bites her lips and looks over at Laila, then takes a sip from
her coffee and nudges Macami, "Maybe he'll get lucky today again...I
can guarantee his rider will."

Kyliven considers her hands for a moment, then abruptly stands. She
walks deliberately over to Br'don, then after another brief pause,
yanks out the chair beside him and sits. "Hi," she greets him, trying
to be casual, but for the slight tremor in her voice.

"Of course not," E'vrin says, obviously a little slow in understanding
sisterly concern. He blinks again, starts to sit up, presses linked
hands to the tabletop. Voice drops. "It'll be all right, Laila."

Br'don smiles at Kyliven. "Hi."

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath's mind slides around the glob of
alien thought -- tomorrow? There is only now! -- and fastens on,
<< Yes. Mine. If. >>

Lyria looks at Laila and says frankly, "Aren't you worried Ordoneth
will go up anyway and catch?"

Macami laughs again. "Jaela, I am lucky. I have you." She kisses her
again, then watches Kyliven saunter over to Br'don's side.

Laila shifts her gaze back to E'vrin. "Everything is, eventually."

E'vrin echoes, eyes sliding away, "Eventually."

Laila shakes her head at Lyria. "He's not interested, now. Between the
two of us, we can manage to keep it that way."

Lyria nods, "Oh. Well, that's good. Otherwise it could be sort of
icky."

Dragon> Ordoneth bespoke Sharath with << Luck. >>

Kyliven studies her hands again, her fingers lacing and
unlacing. "So," she begins, adding nonchalantly, "I hear your green is
about to rise."

Laila wrinkles her nose. "A bit icky."

Br'don stands up. "I think I should go." He looks at Kyliven, slightly
frightened. "Yeah."

Macami smirks at Lyria. "Sort of icky hits close to the bone. I'm
touchy enough to think it's somewhat weird that Tivuketh chases his
daughters. Not that he cares for my opinion on that point." She grins.

Lyria says reassuringly, "But if it happens don't worry about it. I
don't know who my father was so who knows, I could be related to half
the weyr."

Sharath> Ordoneth senses that Sharath lets his intellect slide into
animality, like a lone stony spar into hungry sea, one last
appreciative glint going to the brown before it, he, is gone.

Lyria grins at Macami, "Oh, well, dragons are different. They don't
seem to come out any stupider."

Laila pauses. "Thanks, Lyria." Her voice is a bit more than sardonic.

Kyliven shakes her head quickly, extending a hand to stop him. "No,
don't! Please..." Lower lip is caught between her teeth. "Please,
sit?"

Macami chuckles at Lyria. "That's what you say. I sometimes wonder
about Tivuketh." She winks.

Lyria laughs, "He's very smart."

Br'don looks at Kyli. "Don't I need to be out there?"

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

Macami smiles widely. "I was just kidding. He's the smartest."

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

IgenW-Bowl> Sharath's head rises in a jerk, and then -- and then--
IgenW-Bowl> Sharath heads to the fence into the corral.

Jaela laughs softly and takes a seat, crossing her legs, "What
measures a smart dragon?"

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

Laila mutters something about Halimedath, at that.

"Out there?" Kyli echoes, glancing outside. She half-rises as well.

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

Dragon> Halimedath bespoke Flight with << The Blooding is beginning,
now. Thank you. >>

E'vrin shudders, just once, and climbs slowly to his feet. His hands
press yellow-tense knuckles to the table in support.

Macami sighs, not really emotional about this flight, unlike the
others. "Jaela, I think the blooding is about to begin. Will you join
me outside as long as you can?" She stands and goes to the meal table
to snatch one of the ready skins of wine.

Br'don nods, vacantly. "Don't I need to be out there?" He takes a few
steps towards the door.

Macami oddly smiles at Lyria as she passes her with that skin of
wine. "Lyr, it's hopeless now."

Laila watches E'vrin, with an air of detached curiousity.

Jaela lifts her klah mug as well and nods to Macami, "Mmmm, this
certainly will be interesting to watch."

Lyria claps Marai's hands together and recites some nursery rhyme
about a green. She chuckles, a flush of pink coming into her cheeks,
"I should've realized that."

E'vrin drifts towards the exit.

Macami squeezes Lyria's shoulder and whispers something to her.

Laila looks to Jaela. "Might I join you?"

Kyliven repeats, "Out there," the words finally sinking in. "Yes, go
out there. Keep her... only let her blood."

Br'don smiles at Kyliven, trying to reassure and at the same time not
looked frightened. He walks towards the exit.
Br'don walks out to the Bowl.

You walk out into the Bowl.

IgenW-LC> Jaela smiles and turns, answering Laila, "Of course...." She
beckons her witha crook of her finger as she makes her way toward the
bowl entrance, waiting for Macami too.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith wings over the fence, his
eyes lit with gelled amethyst. He growls threat at the gathered males,
swinging his head around for a wistful croon to Halimedath.

Kyliven walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Macami walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

IgenW-LC> Laila does not looks as i f this is all as easy as she keeps
saying. There's visible tension in her stance, and she drifts off
occasionally.

IgenW-LC> Lyria nods to 'cami as she goes and then says with sigh, "If
I remember how anymore."

Laila walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

E'vrin drifts still, gliding towards Br'don, brushing near, not quite
touching, moving away again. Looking towards the dragons, the
dragons. Fists clench.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath's leap over the outer
fence lands him, foursquare sturdy, atop a slow, too slow
herdbeast. So much for napping. How about dying? Bronze jaws gap,
wicked teeth slash, and entrails and blood slip loosely out onto the
ground. Delicately, the dragon dips a tongue to taste grey and gore,
looking all the while at Halimedath.

IgenW-LC> Lyria tells Marai, "Your mummy is about the silliest one in
the world."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Visquath leaps off a ledge,
spreading his wings.

IgenW-LC> From Lyria's arms, Marai seems inclined to agree from her
bobbing her head around.

[Log stopped +watching the LC.]

Laila stands back slightly, against a wall.

Jaela walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath glides down cautiously.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh continues to ignore
Eosith. What's the fuss with a blue if he can watch a green instead?
And one about to rise too. He plucks his first wherry, holding the
struggling creature in his talons before he bites off the head and
drains the creature.

Visquath lands carefully.

T'al dismounts swiftly, slides down Visquath's shoulder and lands
neatly. He pauses to caress the Blue's neck, whispering a few loving
words.

Visquath tenses, then springs upwards.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath swoops to the feeding grounds to
the southwest.

Macami leans against Jaela, smacking her lips distastefully.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Halimedath gracefully lifts off
the ground for a moment hanging in the air, before dropping on a
wherry. Her talons rip through the flesh and the sounds of bones
crunching are audible as she leans in to drink.

Jaela kisses Macami's cheek reassuringly and holds her hand.

Kyliven follows a breath behind Br'don, eyes focused on the Here/Not
Here of Eosith. She breathes, "Beautiful," even as she sticks close to
Brae's side.

T'al groans something about sweeps, heading for the caverns... and
-stops-. Pales. Blinks twice. Slowly turns to Br'don, and gets even
paler.

Br'don watches, he tries to move, tries to smile.

Sharath> Tivuketh, Eosith, Halimedath, and Visquath sense that
Sharath's mind licks out like his body's tongue: a tongue of thought
here, rich with gore and want, clotting and running thick.

[Wanted to see if telepathic byplay would be part, too.  It wasn't.]

Laila moves a bit closer to Jaela, letting out a sigh. "Well. Then."

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith spends another moment
flaunting his Eosithness before a faint sound recalls him to the Here
and Now. A herdbeast galumphs past, nostrils flared wide in terror;
Eosith gallantly puts the beast out of its misery with a slash of
talons. Another slash opens its belly and he drinks deep of crimson
wine, eyes focused still on pale glory.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, A flutter of blue wings, a sigh of
the wind, and a herdbeast dies. Visquath is here, swift as ever, eyes
whirling like whirlpools of lust. Cute.

E'vrin turns a blank gaze over T'al, not a bit of recognition therein,
and looks back across the bowl. At his sides, his hands clench,
unclench, like small twin animals attached reluctantly to his wrists.

Jaela asks, with an inquisitive tone, "There are a couple of
Halimedath's clutchbrothers out there, or am I not seeing right?" She
glances at Laila and smiles weakly, "It'll be ok." She offers her hand
to Laila too as she leans against Macami.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth drops off of Idrelth's
ledge with a powerful downstroke of his wings.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh isn't anything close to
graceful. He jumps up, descends onto a fat herdbeast and rips it apart
to drink. The scattering of herdbeasts around him doesn't seem to
evoke any interest, though he keeps watching Halimedath.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth glides down cautiously.
Idrelth lands carefully.

Laurene slides down Idrelth's side to land lightly upon the ground
next to him. Her hand remains on his hide for a moment and the brown
rumbles softly.

Idrelth tenses, then springs upwards.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth swoops to the feeding grounds to
the southwest.

Laila takes the offered hand, gently. "There is. And it will
be. Eventually."

T'al draws a sharp breath in, and blinks again, swearing under his
breath. He doesn't seem to notice the other Riders; nor anything else,
for that matter. Though, a few shaky steps draw his slightly closer to
Br'don, it seems.

Kyliven takes a shuddering breath, then another. Yet /another/ male
comes to try and steal -her- green... With a shake of her head she
banishes the blue to his own, offering Laurene a tentative toothy
smile.

Macami nods to Jaela. "Yes, all but Sharath, Tivu and...Idrelth." She
clings to Jaela weakly, then waves to Laurene with a smile. "Hey
there."
Macami coughs. "I forgot Eosith. He's so small." She grins at Kyliven.

E'vrin hunches his shoulders. The new brown's passage rides right over
him, and he doesn't even look around at the rider, just stares across
the bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth swoops down, kills a
critter, drains its blood. You know, horny male dragon things.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Halimedath drops the wherry and
turns glittering eyes on a juicy young herdbeast. She leaps and sinks
her teeth into it's neck. She drinks for a moment and then looks
around.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath strikes at his prey's
carcass and sinks teeth deep into the flat, still
throat. Sucks. Lashes tail. Glares at the other suitors, glowers --
glows? -- at the green.

Laurene tosses a thoroughly disgruntled look towards the feeding
grounds. "Hello all," comes her curt greeting.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith pushes the carcass of his
'beast over with one once-pristine foot, tongue lashing out to clean
his muzzle. He leaps skyward again, wings tucked close to his sides to
dive upon all unaware wherry. The hen's shriek is cut off as Eosith
takes her life for his own.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath cleanly beheads his
herdbeast, and starts drinking the blood, head tilted to one side in
an almost comical way, though there's nothing fun here. But the Blue
snorts, and stares at this beast. Yuck, doesn't taste good. Dropping
it, he leaps upwards and dive on a couple of wherries -- good, juicy
wherries.

IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Pryth emerges from Between with a blast
of cold air!
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Pryth glides down lower into the
Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth glides down cautiously.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh is known for throwing
carcasses at his opponents, and he does it again, almost hitting
Idrelth with it. In quick succession he kills two more wherries. A
taste for light food today, it seems. He hisses, working up some
agitation now.

Pryth lands carefully.

Sonya climbs down Pryth slowly.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth throws his head back,
blood bright against the color of his hide, and lets out a loud
bugle. He throws himself into the air, then lands on the back of
another beast, killing it instanting. This, too, is drained of its
life's blood. The brown ignores dead wherries flying.

Kyliven's eyes flick towards Macami. "Only a meter or so smaller than
Eosith. He's just the right size." Any threat is but implied, shielded
by layer upon layer of veil.

Sonya dismounts in a hurry as Pryth seems to want to leap up
again. You can hear the Blueriders muttering as she does so. "Yes,
yes. That's fine. We can spend some time hear while these hides are
deleivered, shards."

Pryth heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds.

Laurene's gaze seeks out the greenrider's form, blue eyes assessing as
they slowly look Br'don up, down and then up again.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, The first wherry, poor creature,
almost explodes under Visquath's claws, as the Blue doesn't control
his strike too well. The second one, though, doesn't even have time to
emit a shriek before Visquath bethroats him and starts pumping its
lifeblood, tail twitching in lascivious expectation as he eyes
Halimedath -- /his/ Halimedath! -- cautiously, and lovingly at the
same time.

E'vrin stands, stolid. His hands have found a happy medium in being
fisted, at least, and he's aware enough to slash a glance towards the
new blue's rider.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Pryth lands and without a thought
his large blue forleg smashes over a poor much smaller bovines
back. Immediatly the Istan blue begins blooding.

Laila glances at Jaela gratefully, avoiding pretty much anything else
but the ground.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith quickly drains his second
kill dry, tail lashing at the arrival of /more/ males to contest for
/his/ Halimedath! Nothing's for it, though, but to kill yet another
time, every attempt made to garner all possible strength for the
coming challenge.

A stammered mutter, repeated over and over, can be heard from those
not far away from T'al. "Don't let me drink wine, don't let me drink
wine, don't..." Uhm. Still conscious enough to remember his previous
Flights.

Sonya shifts her hides, looking uneasly over the group. She knows
instantly what is going on. "Awe, shards." she dissapaears inside the
Liveing Cavern a moment and reappears without hides. She also has her
rideing jacket slung over one shoulder.

Sharath> Halimedath senses that Sharath dares a touch out, a touch, a
brush, a touch. Hearthfire's gloaming owns the grit of lust, the ash
of need, floating coughing-thick in the heat.

[...Nor personal telepathic byplay, either.]

Macami chuckles softly. "Oh, I'm sure you're right, Kyli. If it were
for me, Eosith could have her." She clings to Jaela that much, her
hands must leave bruised imprints on Jaela's skin.

An unfamiliar arrogance enters Laurene's frame as she stalks about the
collection of riders, eyeing the competition. A small smirk touches
her lips, curving them in an almost wicked expression.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Halimedath glances around the pen
possessively. Her beasts. Her males. She lights on another target and
leaps. Talons raking across flank and throat. She trumpets her victory
and bends her neck to drink. Her wings fan out slightly.

Kyliven mutters to herself a litany of, "Me, him. Me, him." Separating
herself from lifemate, perhaps? Or perhaps a mental reminder that she
must keep herself separate from Br'don, so agonizingly close.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth seems content with two
herdbeasts and croches, watching the green with bad intent. His
muscles move beneath his skin as he prepares to launch after her when
she goes.

Jaela bites her lip as she looks between Macami and then Laila,
letting them keep their concentrations as she stays silent, holding
their hands.

Br'don looks around, nervously as he licks his lips.

Macami sighs weakly as she watches the unfamiliar ferocious expression
on Laurene's face. "I really thought I did well in flights,
mentally. I no longer think that's true," she murmurs to herself.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Pryth tosses the drained carcass
of beast aside almost the second he has finished. Without pause, he
leaps up to land again, this time the chosen one is a large
wherry. The neck is broken, the draining of the blood beginging. The
Istan blue pays no heed to the others around him just yet.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath flares his wings as well,
narrow and pale to the autumn sun. Beneath the triangles of shade,
herdbeast blood loses color, thickens, and curls like bracelets around
his forepaws. He crouches into the shadows, gleaming atop gloaming,
and waits with all madder facets whirling on green.

E'vrin stays standing, stays focused, stays blank. Watching.

Sonya fidgets, her focus with Pryth and his feeding. "Not too much
dear..." she mumbles. Her eyes do dart around the small knot of riders
to eventually land on Br'don.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tivuketh picks another--yes,
another wherry. This time he keeps the dead creature and shakes his
head, entrails flying, blood flying from his muzzle, his brown hide
stained. A squishy sound later the drained carcass is just another
dead body on the floor as he fidgety flaps his wings.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Halimedath leaps into the air!
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth leaps into the air!
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Sharath leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith flings himself after the
green, wings flaring in the late morning Igen sun,

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Halimedath soars. Freedom and exultation
shudder down the length of her body. She trumpets her defiance at the
males giving chase.

--
Old for her age, this green moves with remarkable confidence. Face and
body comprised of sleek lines, she moves always with grace and
poise. A true debutante, the sea-green hue of her torso accessorised
with pale purple and pink, while a scooping line of wheat yellow
caresses the back of her neck. A lean neck, not overly long, arches
smoothly to show that the yellow line encircles her entire neck. Blue
coils trace the delicate lines of her flanks, rippling down across all
four legs, and then winding crisply down her tail. Her beauty is more
handsomeness, firm lines drawn across her coral green form by Faranth
herself. A dancer on the ground as well as in the sky, pale sea blue
wisps over her wings. Trim of body, her wings match in their crisp
delineation and average size. Neither large nor small, she is tidy
without being compact. She is 1 Turns, 10 months, and 11 days
old. Halimedath is 23 meters in length with a wingspan of 38.3 meters.
--

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

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath drops his wherry and
peers at its dead carcass for the brievest of seconds, and turns his
attention to... hmm, that herdbeast, over there, looks especially
juicy. As well as deadly scared, evidently. The poor creature runs for
its life, but the Blue is already in chase, and few creatures can
escape him -- besides Greens. The twist of a sharp talon, and the
herdbeast falls. Too late.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Visquath leaps into the air!

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

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth's wings snap, lifting his body into
the air after the green. She quickly outdistances him, but that's
okay. His entire focus is on the eventual outcome, the pretty flying
between now and then is just icing.

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

IgenW-Bowl> Ordoneth looks up, and almost moves.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath is second up, second after -- no
problem. Using strength for the nonce, he bullies up the currents in
Idrelth's wake, breaking them himself and scattering the remnants into
those behind. Ahead ... ah, ahead. Green.

Laila twitches. "No." She mutters. "We talked about this."

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth leaps up as soon as his bloodstained
muzzle turns itself to see the beautifull green is no longer
aground. Leaveing the half blooded wherry to the pens, he leaps up
raiseing his bugle of challange into the air@!

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith darts after the green, his small
size slipping him between the larger, ungainly males. A spot near the
front of the pack is chosen, and he settles into an easy flight, most
attention focused on the dainty green leading the chase.

E'vrin relaxes into a breath's long exhalation and tips his head down
from staring at /them/ into staring at /him./ Hi, Br'don. He waits for
further impetus.

Br'don looks up. His jaw clenches slightly, and unconciously his hand
rises to his throat. He turns and looks at the other riders. Hunger
building in his eyes.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath soars powerfully, perhaps
investing too much strength in the first wingbeat, but shards, this
time, it's /Halimedath/! For once leading the Flight after the
delicious Green, he lets out a surprised and delighted bugle -- bad
idea. The others are already way too close. Better stay concentrated
on her, her green wings... Her green tail.

Laurene's circling pacing stops with the brownrider still a distance
away from Br'don. Her look is intent, appraising.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh flaps his wings powerfully, once
he's up in the air, in an unusual burst of power and use of energy for
him, who tends to take things slow. He growls at one of the blues and
tries to keep up with him, finding a thermal to lift him up. He's
never been so close to a green that early during a flight, and his
eyes follow her every motion.

E'vrin growls faintly as Laurene passes him in her pace, but shifts
his eyes from her back to green's rider. "Go," he strangles out, more
plaint than command. "Inside...?"

T'al's last conscious motion before he closes his eyes and bends his
head, jaws clenched, is a flickered glance at E'vrin, a glance that
seems to say, "Don't let me down!" ... And it's over. No longer T'al,
he's now Visquath, endlessly free, and yet deperately intent on that
green mirage, up there.

Laurene's smirk to E'vrin is joined by the challenge in her
eyes. Almost languidly, she lifts a hand to mockingly salute him.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Halimedath swoops upwards. Her wings
beating powerfully. Her every move is a challange. The curve of her
neck, the curl of forelegs. Her head swings for a moment to look back
at those giving chase. Her cry is a taunt, a challenge. She surges
forwards.

Kyliven rocks from foot to foot behinds Br'don, her desire to touch,
to have, to hold warring with the knowledge to stay away. "Inside!"
she echoes E'vrin, her eyes not losing their blankness.

Laila stares at the ground, brow creased with concentration.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath slips free of Idrelth's slipstream
and washes across Eosith's in its place. Not as broken, harder and
higher -- he pounds his wings into the air like fists into wooden
table, splintering and crawling up the breaks towards Halimedath. A
snarl seeks out Visquath: too close!

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath flaps his wings, steadily, making
the best use of his innate knowledge of the winds, the currents, the
eddies that swirl like invisible devils, and help him further, always
further and higher -- too bad the flock is so, so close. Sharath
receives a mocking croon: he can get out of the way, if he desires
so. Visquath won't turn.

E'vrin glowers, only glowers, at Idrelth's rider, but his neck is
netted in tension's long tendons.

Macami just groans, her eyes on Laurene and E'vrin, before she starts
to stare at Br'don. Her hand is starting to get slippery with sweat.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth lets his wings beat, keeping his
distance even, not letting the green get too far ahead, not letting
himself fall behind. He waits for the acrobatics - there are always
acrobatics - to begin. If he is not first at this moment, that does
not matter. Time will tell.

Br'don nods. Slightly. Inside. "Inside." He manages weakly. He looks
around and heads towards the guest weyr.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth continues to echo his challange, not
in sound though, in his movements as he chases. She's too far away for
him to get a really good look of her beauty, but it's no matter. The
vision of her is engraved in his mind as his blue wings fight to bring
him to a thermal to rise up higher. Finally it is reached and he is
nearing the middle of the pack rapidly.

Br'don heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge.

Laurene comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith follows the green's every arabesque
and twirl, matching her chorine beauty but not echoing it. However she
may flee, he will be there to catch her, his Baryshnikov to her Margot
Fonteyn; together they dance in the desert thermals.

Kyliven comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh seems to fall for the trap. The
challenge, oh yes, the challenge. Not biding his time, he spends more
energy as he moves his heavy body up in the skies in a chase like
never before, muscles rippling visibly. He croons, he calls out,
trying to entice the green to him.

T'al comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Macami comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Sonya comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.

E'vrin transfers his glower to Visquath's rider, being an
equal-opportunity sort of rival.

T'al enters like a ghost and leans against the closest wall, breathing
fast, sweating.

Arrogant, negligent. Laurene leans against a wall of the weyr, one
foot tucked up to press against that wall. Her arms cross across her
chest and she lets her gaze peruse Br'don's form, still assessing.

Kyliven stumbles after Brae, all her gracefulness transferred to
airborne lifemate. Only... only the goal is the same. She slips behind
a Benden brownrider and peeks out at Br'dron from behind the larger
man's arm.

Br'don is trembling. He reaches out for the wall. Finding support, he
looks up at the others.

Sonya glowers at nobody, instead she leans up against an untaken
portion of wall. Her eyes are often unfocused, watching the flight
through Pryth's eyes. But when they are not, they are on Br'don a
wanting growing slowly and steadily in there.

E'vrin gazes back at the green's mate. The very tip of his tongue dabs
out, below intent green eyes, and touches the very center of his upper
lip's curve, as if thoughtful of vanished blood there.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath lets out a raging shriek at a big
Blue who gets in his path. Whipping his tail upwards, he tries an odd
maneuver, one wing half-folded as he dives under the other Blue, then
gives a powerful wingbeat so as to get straight in that idiot's
way. Risky attempt, but, for once, succesful. The other Blue brakes
midair, surprised, and almost hits a Idrelth as he tries to avoid
Visquath, who emits a powerful bugle. Though shalt not get in his
path, never, especially when she, SHE, Green, delicious beauty, is
leading the Flight.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Halimedath rises still higher. Her body
responding to this age old courtship. She swirls upwards, wings
extended. Her movements are still challenging, but the tautness of her
body is betrayed by a ripple that seems inviting. She trumpets--a
question, an invitation? She rises higher.

Macami has disconnected.  [Lagged out]

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith dips, glides, skims away from the
mid-air collisions behind. Not for him the testosterone-fuelled
chest-thumping, he has a green to catch! He skims from thermal to
thermal as if swinging from jungle's vine, his attention fixed,
focused on the glowing Jane ahead.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath chases higher perforce, after that
tidy debutante, roaring up the winds of her debut. An invitation? No
pretty dances here, at least from him: the light, narrow bronze snaps
his teeth at Visquath and angles away on another current, loping over
air with no pretense at grace.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth continues with his good luck, finding
yet another thermal to raise him effortlessly higher into the Igen
sky. Unfamilar it is to him but agilety, for now, makes up for it. An
arial display he puts on as he levels off, surrounded still by
pressing bodies of desire. He fights to free themselves of him, fights
to push himself forward where the green he chases is. It's all a fight
at them moment, showing his willingness to fight for that green up
ahead.

IgenW-Bowl> Tivuketh suddenly bellows, strain evident in his wings. He
spirals down to land.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth snaps at the blue, barely missing
him. His powerful body moves him through the thermals above Igen with
practiced ease. Let the others squabble and fight, he maintains his
energy for that goal that glows so teasingly out of reach.

E'vrin folds his arms and lowers his stare from Halimedath's
rider. Faint quivers race up and over his frame; it's enough to
concentrate on the floor, for now, and never mind the others but in
sidelong study.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath bugles again, in desire, this
time, as his eyes settle back on Halimedath -- Hey! Isn't she just
inviting him? He bobs his head gracefully, as if to approve, and
pointedly ignores Sharath's snarling. That Bronze won't get the Green,
this time, will he? Will he? Visquath seems to slow down slightly as
the sharp dart of doubt pierces through his heart -- but he musn't
doubt. Wings unfold, flap, neck stretches, tail twitches, and the
dance continues. Halimedath, oh, Halimedath, will you spare me the
last dance?

Kyliven wraps first one arm, then the other, about her midriff,
holding tight to her self, to her self-control.

Sonya smiles towards the trembling greenrider. She tries to look as
harmless as she can. She's willing to take him in her arms, to comfort
him. But her eyes still display her want, the very need that is
driveing Pryth. Can she keep it from controlling her completely too?

T'al's breaths gets faster, and yet, deeper. Did he just whisper,
"Musn't... Musn't lose control..."? No, probably not, he just looks
way too lost to even speak. And yet, and yet, he slowly opens his
eyes, and manages to give a soft grin as he blinks at Br'don. "Musn't
lose control..."

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Halimedath takes a look back, as she surges
forwards. They are closing the distance, and she
trumpets. Freedom. She snaps her wings shut, close to her body and
plummets downwards. She extends her wings and catches a thermal,
soaring far below the others.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth banks, then drops until he is about
a dragonlength above the green's flight path. He doesn't follow her
all the way down. After all, dragons are best at hunting from above,
not below.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith blats confusion as the green drops
below -- chase, or not? Dragon after dragon uses his hesitation to
wing past, and he refocuses: follow. Down he drops, wings flattened,
only to snap them out above the green. Close to Idrelth now, his
clutchsib, his rival.

IgenW-LC> Jaela walks in from outside and passes through, giving a wan
smile to Lyria as she fiddles with her wineskin, "Hi Lyria." She makes
her way slowly over to the balcony, "Tivu strained himself too much."

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth finally breaks free, setting all his
power and concentration now on heading stgraight forwards, stgraight
for Halimedath. For about a dragonslength he flies on,
alone. Then..where is she? Oh wait? What is that green form that drops
down below? Yes, it is Halimedath! He closes his wings only a tad, not
dropping down fully towards her. He's been around for enough
flights. With his rider to remind him, he knows that often what goes
down often comes right back up. Leveling off about two dragonlenghts
above and still several leaques behind he sets his pace determinedly,
a blue arrow shooting across the skies, hopeing for a green bullseye.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath stays high, stays strong, but
bronzed strength saps at blooded speed: too large, so he must
rise. His wings gallop still, head and tail rising and falling in
oceanic rhythm to counterpoint pinions', and he does not follow, only
trace her path from above and trails palsied shadows towards Pryth in
his banking near.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath's eyes seem to glimmer in
mischief. She dives -- what a surprise! He doesn't follow her right
now, knowing better than that. When she soars up (for they /always/
soar up), he'll catch her, won't he? And yet, doubt is still
here. What if she *doesn't* soar up? His flight slowers as, for a
couple of seconds, he decides whether to follow her or not -- and
finally decides that diving is fun, after all. and so he does, wings
furled gracefully, as he croons at the gorgeous Green who could,
/should/ be his, so he can teach her a new form of freedom, the most
wonderful of all, a freedom that is even better when you're two.

E'vrin's breath leaks out in another slow wind, and he studies green's
rider now. Clues? Hints? What's next?

Br'don looks up. He reaches out, slowly.

Kyliven ducks beneath the brownrider's outstretched arm and takes a
step closer to Br'don. In her deep brown eyes churn both worry and
desire, confusion and lust.

Breath in. Breath out. T'al eyes all Riders in turn, his glance
lingering on Br'don -- poor Greenrider, almost as lost as himself!
Taking a look around, he exhales, "So it's what the guest weyr looks
like? Interesting..." For the first time, it seems, he's managed to
gather his wits during a Flight. He gets better from day to day,
doesn't he?

Sonya is still leaning against the wall. As Br'don reaches out, she
refrains herself, just barely, from stepping forward towards him. Her
arms stay to the side when all they really want to do is curl around
his waist, bringing him to her. Her eyes close, remainging in better
controll that way.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Halimedath darts upwards. Her ploy
foiled,she tries one last attempt to gain distance, wings
straining. She screams her defiance. Neck extending to give speed.

Laurene watches all through half-lidded eyes. The blue gaze holding
heat as she watches Br'don intently. Still, her pose remains
negligent. Only her eyes belie the intensity that is within her.

E'vrin licks his upper lip again, s-w-a-y-s forward to the reaching
out ... but stays. No. Not yet. (Not ever?) T'al's words -- control --
wash over him, make him stay.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth appears not to notice how his Blue
hide somehow casts off a Bronzened shadow. As the Green suddenly darts
upwards he strains his wings, uegeing more speed out of them as he
shoots forward, trying to gain precious ground between him and
Halimedath.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth gives a low rumble as the green
rises again. He expected this, and he uses the power of his frame to
keep himself just above her flight path. He watches, intently, eyes a
whirl of red and purple, waiting for his opening.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath /now/ dives, arrowing towards the
rising green as if meeting his own reflection, and never mind all
else! Brute beast of the air, he can afford languor in the drop, where
gravity is friend and momentum is guide, where he pours down the
trajectory, and reaches out with neck and tail and grasping talons,
and -- oh, finally -- /floats/ in the waiting, in the hoping, in the
needing.

[I indulged, since Sharath wouldn't be the one catching.]

Br'don is still trembling. He looks around the room, that hunger
evident in his eyes. Building, climbing, shuddering, he leans against
the wall

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith gathers his fading energy and flings
himself forward, desperate to catch the green. All thoughts of ballet,
of jungles, of anything but her tiring form go out the window as he
stretches neck, wings, ambition, need. A quick sideslip and he's away
from Idrelth, tail reaching out to entangle hers, plaintive croon
slipping past his barely-banked desire.

E'vrin breathes slow, breathes steady. Now he steps forward, beside
that Benden brown rider and aslant Kyliven's own shoulder. Eyes reach
further: wide, hooded, hot and green. /Br'don./

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth moves, like stalking. An opening is
sought: body, wings, mind, all striving towards the goal, that glowing
green. Halimedath.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Visquath rumbles in disappointment as
Halimedath does thrust upwards, indeed. But he can do that too, small,
swift Blue, faster than them all, if with less stamina. Panting, he
flaps his wings fiercely -- She musn't escape! Oh, Faranth, she
musn't! -- and propels his slender body higher, higher, almost
vertically, defying gravity itself in an almost desperate attempt to
catch as she gets closer, closer, closer... He doesn't see the other
males, or ignores them, even though they are so, so close as well. But
maybe, this time...? Bugling, he reaches out with both neck and tail,
wings stretched extravagantly, and...

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth reaches out, his speed closeing the
distance gap, her eventuall slowing also aids in that. His obvious
intent in his path, is to try to cross paths with her as she darts
higher.

Sonya's eyes snap open, looking straight to Br'don. Not moveing, she
waits.

Br'don looks up.

T'al draws a sharp breath in, eyes unfocusing for the brievest of
eternities as his dragon tries -- tries? -- to catch.

Kyliven inhales sharply, ignoring the warm air, laced with sweat and
desire. All her attention is focused on Br'don/Halimedath, none to
spare for the others gathering close.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Halimedath tries one last valiant
attempt--banks to surge forwards--Caught!

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Silence. Visquath's bugle stops suddenly,
an overjoyed cry replacing it as, indeed, this time, she's *his*. Neck
and tail entwine in a close, tender embrace, and his cry turns into a
soft, loving croon; and he extends his wings further, bearing her
weight with his as the wind carries them away, together.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth peels away from the pack, dropping
quickly down towards the Weyr again.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Pryth misses, headed straight for the bowl
as she is caught.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith's attempt sluices into a bank away,
and he drops away from the pair.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sharath floats on, floats away. Another
time; this one only leads him down.

Laurene pushes off the wall, turns, and strides from the guest weyr.
Laurene makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Ordoneth heads towards the main entrance to the inner
Weyr.

E'vrin pushes out. Away.

[Log ends.]