Ladonyth's Second Flight
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You land just below in the center of the Igen Weyr Bowl.
Penath springs into the air of the Bowl.
Just overhead, Penath swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
At the feeding grounds, Penath backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Janelle waves.
T'vor snorts, "Sharding dragon" he comments, clenching fists, "I wondered
why you were so keen to get back."
Just overhead, Ladonyth rumbles, eyes whirling and then lets out an annoyed
bugle. She pumps her wings and glides down towards the feeding grounds,
looking for prey.
At the feeding grounds, Penath furls his wings tightly behind him,
amethyst-tinged eyes scanning around the feeding ground as a low rumble of
warning issues from his throat to the other dragons. Without a second
thought a talon rakes out -- snaring an unwilling wherry -- garotting its
neck in a swift movement. As red lifeblood spurts out he buries his maw to
feast, at his lifemates insistence only on the sanguine fluid that
congeals around his rapacious talons.
At the feeding grounds, Ladonyth backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
At the feeding grounds, Nicoth bugles his challenge to the other males.
Splotches of crimson dot his hide. A violent shake of his head splatters a
nearby brown. He rears up on his haunches, wings outspread in welcome to
the arriving queen.
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << remembers to join! >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Ladonyth thanks you all for coming :) Ok..we'll
just blood for a while and then let nature take its course :)
Dragon> Flight sense that Vaeth just got in.. << Still time for me to
join? >>
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Sure is :) I'm just getting ready
to BLood >>
At the feeding grounds, Dhavoth hovers over the bleating heard, watching
it scatter. There.. a young one near the center. Running for cover among a
press of adults trying to protect it. He folds his wings. Gaping jaws hits
the beast square in the throat and the rest of Dhavoth's mass follows. He
rolls, not releasing the hold on the precious trickle that has already
started. The beasts neck snaps as it's weight is torn to the right from
the falling mass, and Dhavoth settles to drain it's life.
Kemith backwings to land neatly.
At the feeding grounds, Vaeth backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
At the feeding grounds, R'yel climbs down Vaeth's side to the ground, the
dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely.
Channie slides gracefully down Kemith's shoulder and lands with a slight
bounce on the ground. Kemith gives his lifemate a curious wuffle as she
pats and scritches him lovingly.
At the feeding grounds, R'yel grumbles back at Vaeth as his lifemate urges
him to take off the riding straps...
At the feeding grounds, Vaeth lowers himself closer to the ground allowing
R'yel to unbuckle the fighting straps from around the bronze dragon's
neck. After removing he straps, he inspects the straps, then neatly rolls
up them up.
At the feeding grounds, R'yel hops the fence to the east.
T'vor strides to the fence, little pulse points in his temples coming
alive as he combats his will with that of Penath's
Kemith rumbles softly down at Channie before leaping up into the air
again.
Kemith springs into the air of the Bowl.
Channie hisses after her dragon then sighs, shaking her head slowly.
At the feeding grounds, Kemith backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
At the feeding grounds, Parth leaps out and onto his new kill, showing the
just arrived Queen his skills and prowess. His muscles ripple under his
mottled brown hide, making it shift and blend in with his desert
surroundings. He dispatches the prey neatly and hauls it aside and out of
the way, and begins to drain it of energy-empowering blood.
Dragon> Dhavoth bespoke Flight with << I suppose my rider should be out of
the feeding grounds. >>
At the feeding grounds, A group of herdbeasts scramble towards one side of
the pen as Ladonyth sweeps down and sinks her talons into the sides of it,
and bringing it to her mouth. She sinks her fangs into the beast, draining
the squirming animal and then tossing it aside as she finishes, her eyes
whirling hungrily for another.
Daeryn walks over from the field to the southeast.
At the feeding grounds, Penath stretches out his wings, his tongue
flickering lightly over his muzzle to clean the crimson fluid there. A
rustle of aileron and a quick leap into the air, before he descends on a
hapless herdbeast. A loud crack is heard as the spine is broken, the
animal writhing in pain, until the bronze ends its miserable life with a
thump of a foreleg, smashing its head into bloody smithereens
Dragon> Flight sense that Ladonyth grins, << Yeah...prolly not safe in
there. >>
C'san heads over from by the feeding grounds' fence.
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << Sounds dangerous! :) >>
Jaela walks over from the field to the southeast.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << When Lady rises, we can head to my
weyr and wait to see how things happen ;) >>
At the feeding grounds, Now free from the riding straps and firestone
sacks, Vaeth hops into the air briefly, then pounces on a bleeting
herdbeast. Thirstily, he bloods the animal after ripping out its belly.
At the feeding grounds, Kemith glides in, circling once before landing in
an empty spot. He eyes the plunging beasts darting past him before
reaching out to gasp onto a poor buck that doesn't quite move fast enough.
His jaws quickly end the animals life, and he drinks deeply from th
bubbling blood.
R'yel walks over from the field to the southeast.
At the feeding grounds, Nicoth sweeps a wing out, netting a wherry.
Throwing it forward, he neatly catches it in his mouth. Blood spurts as
the powerful mouth crushes. Nicoth lowers his head and feasts on the
lifeblood. Sated, he glances around the field at the other dragons. The
glowing of the queen attacts his attention. His eyes begin to take on a
red/violet hue as the swirl quickens its pace.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Which way to your weyr? >>
T'lar walks over from the field to the southeast.
Channie glances at the weyrwoman as she spots her, her eyes narrowing
slightly as she hugs her arms around herself.
At the feeding grounds, Penath dips his head, rending the belly of the
herdbeast open with razor-sharp teeth, feasting on the spilled intestines
that slide into the green grass, staining it the deep red of a spilled
glass of the finest Benden red. Another beast worthy of his attention, is
pounded to the ground just as soon as the other is disposed of, with the
weight of a foreleg, before the squealing beast is ripped apart. Muscles
rend, tendons tear and bones snap audibly out of joint, offal splaying the
bronze hide and the grass. Eagerly he drinks from the carcass, nursing it
obscenely.
At the feeding grounds, Dhavoth is settled low in the dust. Sucking yet
another beast dry. The commotion obscured the actual strike and you seem
to have caught the glimpse just after. The urge is plain.. as old as his
kind. The Blood gathers.
Dragon> Dhavoth bespoke Flight with << My rider is in the central bowl..
tis ok? Yes, which way? >>
T'vor's eyes go immediately to Jaela, expression tense. Fists tightening,
he turns towards the feeding grounds, gaze distancing.
T'lar follows after the goldrider, his concentration split between his
dragon's needs and his own.
At the feeding grounds, Ladonyth eases over to another herdbeast and snaps
it up in her talons with a messy *crack*. She leans over and digs her
teeth into the crippled beast, rending it apart and sucking the poor thing
dry. Unsated, she moves forward, looking for another to pounce on.
Daeryn settles back into her comfortable crouch, and watches. Too bad it's
so hot.
At the feeding grounds, Vaeth drinks deeply from the lifeless beast,
bloodying his bronze muzzle in the process. When he's done, he pushes away
the carcass and turns with whirling blue-purlple-reddish eyes to look at
his reason for being here, golden Ladonyth.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << You're ok out here :) I'll lead to
my weyr when it's ready >>
At the feeding grounds, Parth leaves his most recent kill, its carcass
left in the sand. He quickly rises up and flies in search of another
herdbeast. Finding one, his jaws bite into its neck before it can flee
away. He hovers over it, body protecting it. He quickly begins to drain it
as well.
At the feeding grounds, Nicoth moves out of the way of the other, lesser
males. Finding a good vantage point to watch the feeding gold, he settles
down to watch and wait. His great wings are half furled in preparation for
the beginning of the chase.
At the feeding grounds, Penath slings the dried carcass of the buck asside
heedlessly, it only taking a moment and a short leap before his talons
latch into a wherry, muzzle moist and reddened with blood as he makes a
neat kill and bends his head to drink the warm blood, his concentration
only broken as he raises his gaze to the alluring form of the glowing
gold.
Beads of sweat trail down Jaela's brow. She tries to concentrate, ehr eyes
focused on gorging gold in the pen.
At the feeding grounds, Dhavoth rumbles, low and dangerous. A beast bolts
but it is gone unheeded.. or pherhaps disguarded as uninteresting as
Dhavoth turns almost gently to regard the gold.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Sorry for the 'lesser' comment.
He's sorta involved. >>
At the feeding grounds, Kemith drops the now limp body of the beast to the
ground as his wirling red eyes lock onto Ladonyth's form, and her own
blooding. He half spreads his wings, then leaps forward onto another
herdbeast, bringing it down easily with a swipe of his fore-claw.
Thrashing the animal tries to get up, until Kemith pulls his attention
away from the gold, and begins to drink from his latest victim.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Oh boy :) Now my rider can't type
tonight :) >>
R'yel wanders up to stand next to C'san, but doesn't say a word.
Distraction crosses his face and a distant look is apparant in his
unfocused eyes.
T'lar blinks and shakes his head, trying to think straight. He looks about
and sees the riders of the other male dragons. A low growl escapes his
throat.
Channie bites onto her lower lip, and brushes her hair back away from her
face with the hand she opens from the fist she was holding at her side.
At the feeding grounds, Ladonyth runs down two more slow, but quite plump,
herdbeasts, draining them both in quick succession and letting out a loud
bugle as she darts for another one. There seems to be no end to her thirst
as she zips past Nicoth and Kemith and pins down another.
At the feeding grounds, Penath tosses the wherry carcass aside
nonchalently and snarls, his tail flicking absently, at a nearby male.
Violet-tinged eyes turns once more to the gold, wings snapping out a
little in anticipation -- the aileron cracking in a moment of silence.
Without a second's pause or moment of consideration, a talon rakes out to
ensare another beast, the neck bones crunching under the powerful teeth of
his jaw.
At the feeding grounds, Nicoth snaps at a bronze tail that comes to close.
A grumblerumble warns the other dragon away.
At the feeding grounds, Parth fastidiously cleans his muzzle after
finishing, what will be for him, his last kill this day. He looks focused,
energetic, eager. His wings half-spread, the membranes of his sails
catching the wind and flexing, as if tasting its currents. He holds
himself poised, waiting and ready. He watches Ladonyth with a violet hued
gaze.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Ok....Lady's going up into the
bowl :) So...just keep rising until we get to the top area so everyone can
see... >>
At the feeding grounds, Kemith arches his neck as the queen passes so near
to him, his wings rustling with excitement at her nearness. The body of
his kill flops down onto the earth to join the others, useless, it's blood
giving him strength now. Ruby eyes fix onto Ladonyth as his head weaves
from side to side.
T'vor tenses almost ready for that moment. Eyes narrow as he squints at
his lifemate.
At the feeding grounds, Vaeth turns away from Ladonyth and in a flash of
bronze hide and red blood, catches a scared and fleeing wherry by the
neck. *SNAP* goes the neck of the avian and Vaeth lowers his head to blood
again, lapping at the pool of red liquid like a thirsty feline.
Daeryn leans far forward, watching, hands at her sides curling into loose
fists.
At the feeding grounds, Ladonyth sucks the herdbeast dry, snorting
confidently she bugles defiantly at the others and releases the carcass
from her talons, pumping her wings and launching up into the bowl!
At the feeding grounds, Ladonyth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Nicoth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Dhavoth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Kemith flicks his tongue over his blood specked
muzzle, and with his tail lashing back and forth, leaps up to join the
others in the chase.
At the feeding grounds, Kemith leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Penath casts the pathetic corpse away, turning his
fully sated attention to Ladonyth, eyes whirl in indigo depths as he
spreads his wings fully and, with a powerful thrust of his hidelegs,
launches himself.
At the feeding grounds, Parth leaps into the air!
T'lar gasps, his eyes flick skyward.
At the feeding grounds, Penath leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Vaeth sees a reflection of gold... Ladonyth rises!
He tosses the carcass aside and leaps into the air after her, with all the
other males.
At the feeding grounds, Vaeth leaps into the air!
Jaela puts a hand to her lips as she sees the dragons rise upwards, she
looks at the other riders assembled and bites her lip, starting the slow
trek back to her weyr.
C'san staggers for a moment.
Mirabeth walks over from the field to the southeast.
Channie rocks forward onto her toes and lets out a soft murmer of shared
excitement.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Ok :) Now we can go up to my Weyr
if you all would be kind enough to follow... >>
Jaela heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
T'vor's gaze immediately follows his lifemate, watching the burnt ember
hide disappear into the Igen sky. He tears his glance away and spins on
his heel to follow Jaela
T'lar heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
You head over towards the field to the southeast.
Channie walks over from the center of the bowl.
C'san walks over from the center of the bowl.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << After you. >>
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Somehow in the spam I missed you all
going to the center. :) >>
Penath> Ladonyth pumps her wings and rises higher into the bowl, wanting
to be free of its confines.
Penath> Ladonyth beats her wings powerfully.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Learn, little one. >>
Penath> Dhavoth beats his wings powerfully.
Penath> Nicoth beats his wings powerfully.
Penath> Kemith beats his wings powerfully.
Penath> You beat your wings powerfully to swoop up higher in the Bowl.
Penath> Parth swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Little? :) Little? I'm hardly
little :) >>
Jaela heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
E'ryn heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
C'san heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
T'lar heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
R'yel walks over from the center of the bowl.
Channie heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Dragon> Flight sense that Penath snorts at Parth, << You are compared to
me! >>
You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << That was to Adonith. >>
Jaela wanders in, almost in a daze, and heads up the balcony to her Weyr.
Jaela climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway.
R'yel comes in from the Bowl.
Alea watches the parade of silent riders solemly...
T'lar climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway.
R'yel climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway.
You climb the stairs to the balcony, and then further up to the upper
hallway.
Channie steps into the hallway from the stairs.
C'san steps into the hallway from the stairs.
Dragon> Adonith bespoke Flight with << I told Nicoth privately "Wow, you
have manners." :) >>
Penath> Parth soars up quickly after the males and the Gold. His wings
flex, changing minutely with the wind currents swirling around him as he
beats his winds furiously, frantic to get a good hold on a tenable
position.
Dragon> Flight sense that Vaeth chuckles.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Oops. Wrong dtu. My night for
mavs. >>
E'ryn steps into the hallway from the stairs.
Jaela heads down the hallway and into Jaela's Weyr.
T'lar heads down the hallway and into Jaela's Weyr.
You head down the hallway and into Jaela's Weyr.
Channie comes in from the hallway.
C'san comes in from the hallway.
E'ryn comes in from the hallway.
R'yel comes in from the hallway.
T'lar moves in and to the side. He leans against the wall, hungry eyes
fastened on the weyrwoman.
Penath> Ladonyth races upwards, eyes whirling as her wings catch the
light. They pump hard as she lifts up and away from the bowl, racing to
the clouds as the dragons give chase.
Penath> Dhavoth uses the energy from his kick of the ground to full
advantage. Half a dragonlength before the first downsweep as he arrows
upward to follow the glinting queen in her urge.
Penath> Ladonyth spreads her wings to catch an updraft.
Penath> Kemith soars up, using his smaller, faster form to knife though
the press of bronze bodies in his way. His tawny-brown hide glistening and
rippling with the play of his tight and powerful muscles as he works the
air with strong beats of his wingsails.
Penath> Dhavoth spreads his wings to catch an updraft.
Penath> Kemith spreads his wings to catch an updraft.
Penath> Nicoth spreads his wings to catch an updraft.
T'vor follows the weyrwoman into her weyr, watching her carefully and yet
not approaching her. His attention is elsewhere, flying high with his
lifemate.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Ok.....now just pose away...this
is the room we'll be iun :) >>
Penath> Parth spreads his wings to catch an updraft.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << What time of day is it here in
Igen? >>
Penath> You spread your wings to catch an updraft, and beat them to fly
higher.
Penath> Penath alternatively tilts his wingtips exploring the Igen sky for
the presence of a climbing thermal, seeking to aid his ascent after the
queen, leading edges snap taunt as wings pulse with vigorous down sweeps.
Finding one, he rises quickly on the heated breath of air, muscles
undulating as he seeks for, and gets, the power to propel himself
forwards. Building linear speed he issues a clarion challenge at a nearby
male, disappearing in a cloud before breaking through the next.
Channie stumbles her way through the room, her eyes glassy, and a
strangely pleased look upon her face as she leans against the wall.
Dragon> Stranth bespoke Flight with << +time? >>
Jaela looks around at all of you, backing up a bit as she tries to make
some space.
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << evening time >>
Penath> Parth swerves to the side as he quickly comes up on the others.
His tail snaps in the wind behind him as he folds his wings back, then
thrusts them forward and out in air-eating sweeps that propell him
forward. His hide seems naught but a shadowy cloud, his mottled hide
serving to even camoflage him amongst the golds and oranges of the sunset
beset sky. He continues to climb as he flys forward, seeking heighth as
well as trying to gain on the others.
Penath> Kemith strokes his wingtips against the igen sky, his movements
graceful as he dodges past those more akward, and larger males. Wirls of
garnet that are his eyes see nothing but the golden form so far head of
him, the movement of her glorious form calling to his inner, and deepest
desires.
Penath> Dhavoth flies steadily now, futher up in a snaking serpentine path
in an effort to follow any turn that might be made. Flying futher in
distance for the sake of perhaps catching a suprise mannuver sooner. The
darker bronze on his wingtips catch the fading light and help you pick him
out among the press of close suitors.
R'yel finds himself a part of the room to stand in, he tosses his
lifemate's riding straps aside and they bounce off a wall and fall to the
floor. After setting down the rest of his 'gear' he removes his jacket and
a small oath about the weather escapes him.
Penath> The darkening evening sky is filled with glints of bronze, gold,
and brown. Stray light from the ground and the sky play across the wings
and bodies of the flying dragons. Powerful stokes pull Nicoth upward until
he finds the strong current he was searching for. Orienting on the glow of
his desire, he skims through the air with deceptive speed. The crack of
wing membranes mingles with the rush of the wind.
C'san sits, rigid against a wall. He slides down it without notice,
attention elsewhere.
Penath> Vaeth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
T'vor seems to find space to lean against a wall, relishing the cold
stone. His eyes remains glazed as he eggs his lifemate on, fists
occasionally clenching
E'ryn walks in with the others, indigo eyes seeming a bit glazed and
focused elsewhere for the moment. His arms cross in front of his chest,
making him what usually would be a rather imposing figure, if anyone
actually noticed. Then his concentration draws outwards, and he looks at
Jaela quietly, a half-smile twisting the corner of his scar-afflicted lip.
Dragon> Vaeth bespoke Flight with << You all catch my pose earlier about
the sparkly eyes? >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << I didn't >>
Penath> Ladonyth streams up on the thermals, racing her higher into the
sky, and towards the tinted clouds of the Igen sunset. Her wings beat
conservedly as she veers some distance on the others.
Channie half lids her eyes, tilting her chin up slightly as she rests
herself against the wall at her back. Her hands held into two tight little
fists showing just how tense she is indeed, even if her face seems calm
for the moment.
T'lar crosses his arms over his chest. White blond curls shimmer in the
glowlight as he lowers his head, but not his eyes.
Dragon> Vaeth bespoke Flight with << alright, I wasnt' sure if it was
emitted up to this skyroom since I was a few rooms below. I'll repose
then. >>
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Dont think I did either :) ok >>
Penath> Parth roars a challange as he comes abreast of some of the males
racing after the gold in persuit. His wings batter the winds, forcing them
into a semblance of control as he darts around one who tries to rake him,
and dives under another. He quickly gains speed, climbing again, moving
slightly to the left, the membranes of his wings expanding and contracting
with each billow of air that fills them. Muscles ripple under mottled
hide, giving him the appearance as being one with the shifting desert
sands around the Weyr.
Penath> Penath balances the air in the thrusts of his wings, shoving
powerful muscles after the gold that lights his vision, gaze never
deviating from her. An urgency swirls within his reddened violet eyes as
his minutely adjusts his course, heading for that parting valediction of
Rukbat's embrace to the rose-tinted clouds. Muscles pull and membranes
rustle and he roars revelling in the glory of the chase.
Penath> Vaeth flies onwards and upwards, rising into the arm Igen sky with
stron and swift beats of his large sinuous wings. His eyes lose their
blooding-red tinge and now purple and blue hues sparkle brilliantly as he
focuses his attentions and efforts towards Ladonyth as she wings far ahead
of the chasing males, aided by the thermals.
Penath> Nicoth moves agressively through the pack of chasing males. This
is no green to be chased at leisure. The shadows of the setting sun darken
the bronze of his hide and lighten the gold. He becomes a contrast of
light and dark. Seeking wing room, he moves away from the wall of the bowl
and into open sky. The heat from the desert sands provides lift for his
great wings. A smaller dragon darts beneath him. In outrage, he flicks his
tail across the interloper's back.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Wow....you are all some wonderful
posers :) >>
T'vor runs hands through his hair, eyes shut tight for a moment. They
flicker open and the steel-grey slots run once over Jaela's form not
really seeing her there, but more attached to his lifemate.
Dragon> Flight sense that Nicoth bows and applauds the others.
Dragon> Flight sense that Penath pats everyone on the back :)
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Yeah :) I think we are. This is a
good roleplayed flight. :) >>
Penath> Dhavoth rumbles as he watches younger dragons changing tactics.
Too soon.. too soon. He strives just to stay close.. head snaking back and
forth watching for telltale signs of change in course. Still, the urge is
strong.. and the sheeer power in his wings drives him forward.
Penath> Kemith keeps a steady, even flight now that he's so high, watching
those larger browns and bronzes flirt with the gold so far above him, but
he has not that sort of stamina. He uses his speed instead, his wings a
golden-brown blurr as he speeds forward, waiting for a moment that might
be right to make a move.
Dragon> Flight sense that Kemith applauds the others too! :) :) :)
*fanning wingsails*
Jaela looks up at the ceiling and then to one of the walls, eyes fixated
on avoiding everyone's glances. She bites her lip nervously.
Dragon> Dhavoth bespoke Flight with << Dang good.. considering what was a
light turnout became rather heavy :) >>
E'ryn's expression changes to one of faint concern for the Goldrider,
before that feeling is whisked away in a multitude of others, the foremost
of which is that of blatant lust. He shivers and closes his eyes a moment,
fighting that emotion under control.
C'san withdraws within himself.. also nervous. He trembles, glad to be
sitting down.
Channie quirks her mouth into a little smirk at her--or is that her
lifemate's cleverness. her eyes squeeze closed as she the smirk turns into
a smug little smile--and she's too caught up in her lifemate's emotions to
even care.
Penath> Nicoth finds his niche in the pattern of flight. He rides the
outer edge of the pack, gliding, conserving, watching. Close enough to
make a move, yet far enough out to make a course change if the gold makes
an unexpected move. Another bronze passes overhead and falters as Nicoth's
bulk blocks the rising air. Nicoth drops and swerves to avoid being
entangled.
Penath> Ladonyth bugles and looks to her flanks, craning her golden neck
and then lowering it as she dives towards a section of clouds, tilting her
wings as she enters the turbulence. Her tail snakes after her as her wings
and body disappear inside the billowy haze.
Penath> Dhavoth 's mainsail snaps against the rip of the summer winds
aloft. A turn of head to check for close males as he makes a minor course
correction and gains a little height. Buffeted by the oncoming winds he
follows into the haze, wings tilting to try and maintain heading in the
unpredictable wind.
Penath> Vaeth weaves his way around a few older and slower males who look
as if they have no reason to be here. A confident snort comes out and he
moves easily into a tailwind that carries him further ahead. Now, racing
with the other leaders of the pack, he decides to ascend even higher,
tilting his wingsails upwards to rise high into the Igen skies to fly
above the pack. Surging forth, still beating rapidly, Vaeths wings pump
fast and hard to bring him closer and closer to Ladonyth.
Penath> Parth watches the gold's manuvers closely. He quickly tilts in one
wing, banking to the side she has turned toward, coming in from her left,
though still a few dragonlengths to the rear. His flight is impeded by
that of others, those trying to outdistance him, and knock him from their
way. He dodges all, catching only a glancing rake to his flank,
sustaining little damage. The action seems only to spur him forward
harder. He puts
more energy into his actions, wings cracking against the wind rapidly.
Penath> Penath bugles, the sound loud in an otherwise still night. His
tone is smug as he taunts the males with a sinuous twist to his neck as he
scans their pathetic efforts with facetted jewelled-fushia eyes. The
burgeoning light of Timor and Belior casts shadows over his hide and onto
the desert dunes below him, mirroring his image in the sun-kissed sky
above. In a heartbeat, he summons a burst of energy and, with ichor
pounding through his arteries and veins, fueling muscle and sinew, he
increases his speed, hurtling forward with augmented velocity to fly out
of the pack and avoid that turbulence, bringing him ultimately closer as
the others struggle.
Penath> Nicoth rumbles worriedly as the gold disappears into the
grey/white haze of the cloud bank. Cupping his wings, he slows in case she
changes directions while invisible. His long, muscled neck remains
stretched to it's fullest as does his tail, making the most of the
available lift.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << You guys are amazing :) >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Don't want to make your decision
too easy. ;) >>
Penath> Kemith , alerted by the golden bugle rises in his flight somewhat.
His wings beatting stronger as he heads into the clouds fearlessly. Wisps
of haze swirl around his creamy hide like fingers as his wings pump faster
now, not wanting to lose sight of that wonderous beauty--Ladonyth.
T'vor leans his head back against the hard stone, hands rub together once
and then done his trous. He smiles, the edges of his lips curling upwards
in a sardonic smile as the confidence of his lifemate.
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << No, I mean, if its obvious, we'd all
know who would win for sure. This puts alot of doubt into it :) >>
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << Makes it more exciting, but yes,
probably difficult for you >>
Penath> Dhavoth hears the others give voice. Suddenly he holds his wings
as still as he can while still maintaining speed and altitude. He doesn't
want to alert the golden queen to his position. He drops behind a slightly
smaller bronze.. hoping to gain speed and remain unnoticed, unchecked..
and unstopped.
T'lar pushes off the wall with an anxious look on his face. He seems
satisfied that Jaela is still before him and relaxes, somewhat, back
against the wall.
Dragon> Flight sense that Gwirith is just drooling over all these
wonderful poses. (Ducks back in weyr.)
Channie chews on her bottom lip, her eyebrows pinching together slightly
as her face takes on a worried expression. She runs both hands through her
fire-red curls, keeping her eyes lidded.
C'san runs his hands through his hair and lets out a shuddering breath,
quieting with his dragon.
R'yel narrows his eyes, as he catches T'vor's smile. For a moment, a
similar smile croses his own face, but it's mainly one brief amusement, as
if to say 'we'll see'.
Penath> Ladonyth emerges from the clouds and spirals upwards under the
lights of the heavens. Her wings beat faster as she escapes the clouds
only to find Parth, Kemith and Nicoth have gained alot of ground on her.
This urges her forward, her tail weaving to balance her and her wings
tilting to make the most of the evening wind streams.
Penath> Dhavoth rumbles as his tactic fails and he falls behind a bit.
Penath> Parth is a silent, ominous shadow looming closer to the brightness
that is the golden Ladonyth. His wingbeats are quick and powerful enough
to have aquired a deafening sound. He presses his seeming advantage at
having gained ground on the Queen and flexes his shoulders, lifting his
wings high and then slamming them down to force himself higher. He then
drops into a half-glide, skimming forward, quickened wingbeats serving to
push him forward at high speeds through the buffeting breezes of the Igen
Desert. His body sinuously undulates in the air, maintaining speed and
balance as he draws ever closer to his hopeful prize.
Penath> Nicoth banks right to better his position. He is closer than ever.
Angling his wings along his sides, he plummets past a struggling brown.
With a mightly crack, his wings snap back into position. Leathery
membranes strain to check his fall. Careful adjustment brings him just
above and to the left of the most perfect dragon in the night sky.
Penath> Kemith seems to be one of the last to break from the white fleece
of the cloud, the ribbons of mist still coiled around him as if attemping
to hold him back. With a harsh, rough bugle of frustration his angles
towards the gold, the flurry of his wings disolving the bonds upon him and
this new found speed and desire drives him forward even as She is climbing
higher.
Penath> Penath beats his wings with rhythmical strokes -- each powerful
downstroke thrumming in tempo, like messages sounding across Pern on the
skin of a Harper's drum. Aileron embraces air, carrying it up and over as
he veers, a wingtip making a negligible alteration as he trades thermals.
He croons sweetly to Ladonyth, revelling in the joy of flight and yet
confident on every movement through these oh-so-familar skies. He's
propelled forward as if he were a powerfully coiled spring, finally
released from its confines, sending him closer to that gold's streaming
tail, which beckons him in the glowing skies.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Ack! Out-posed. ;( >>
Penath> Dhavoth pulls his leading edges forward, biting the wind in an
effort to make up lost ground.
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Nonsense. :) >>
Penath> Vaeth stalls in uncertainty as he loses his golden beauty in a
cloud. He darts for the cloud, racing along with the other males and when
he sees her emerge, he rumbles low to himself and continues his effort to
close the distance between him and Ladonyth. Wings spread out wide and
beating faster and faster, pushing himself hard to reach Ladonyth and
leave the other males behind.
Dragon> Flight sense that Ladonyth would like to say you guys are all
wonderful....I'm stunned :)
Penath> Ladonyth senses that Penath croons softly, his mindvoice soothing
<< Fly high and long, I am here to catch you. >>
Dragon> Dhavoth bespoke Flight with << Oh shaw.. twernt nothin. >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Penath thinks everthing is going fine. :)
Dragon> Flight sense that Dhavoth rumbles enthusiastic agreement.
Dragon> Flight sense that Parth hopes he doesn't have to go soon. :(
Channie shakes her head from side to side and hisses through her teeth,
sharing the frustration of her lifemate that soon turns into a soft
murmering as she rocks forward onto her toes, then back, to lean against
the coolness of the stone wall behind her.
Penath> Nicoth instincts and experience allow him to detect and use the
most delicate of currents. Quick darts of violent swirling eyes check the
positions of his rivals. A few powerful beats of wing increase his speed
to more accurately match the fleeing gold. Her sparkling hide and
tantalizing tail serve as a beacon and a magnet. Closer, just a little
closer...
E'ryn's body is held tense, his arms drop from where he held them against
his chest. He stands ready, quiet and actively waiting for something to
happen.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << This is by far the most difficult
flight I have ever been in. It is fun and hard to come up with something
new to pose. >>
Penath> Ladonyth races onward through the evening sky, taking a veering
and almost all too sudden dip of a dive, straight past Kemith and Vaeth,
almost recklessly tangling wings with them, but since her wings are folded
in she manages to dive clear. She looks almost like a falling star until
she leans her neck forward and angles her wings out, buffetting to glide
steadily on a new thermal up in the air. hoping her gamble has shaken away
the pesky pursuers.
Penath> A mere twinkle against the darkening night. Dragons eyes locked
forward.. dancing on the wind he was born for. It has to be Dhavoth,
darkness makes it impossible to tell for sure. Rippling light from the
skyglow begins to play tricks as your eyes adjust from the brightness of
the day.`
T'vor's teeth grind together, though whether the sound is audible is
doubtful. His eyes flutter open and a hand reaches up to brush a droplet
of moisture from his brow as he silently encourages Penath on.
R'yel grabs a clean rag out of his pants pocket and draws it across his
sweat-beaded forehead. He inhales deeply after a moment of distraction
from inside of the weyr, then closes his eyes to concentrate and touch the
mind of his lifemate.
Jaela looks over at Channie and R'yel, holding her breath and then letting
it out, with relief as she looks away again.
T'lar chews on his lower lip in concentration. He moves a few steps away
from the wall in anticipation.
Penath> Parth sails through the air, cutting it like an arrow let loose
from the pull of a bow. His head stretches out, body streamlining itself
except for the ever-present lift and thrust of his wings. He soars to the
leftish of Ladonyth. He watches her plument with a careful, gauging eye
before he also dives, though not as deeply or as long as she does. He
comes up over her, in a better position for diving in closer. His claws
are held against his body, talons focused inwards as to cause no damage.
He slowly insinuates himself closer, trying to avoid others, and pass
along side and past, forcing his way by agile manuvers and canny
intelligence. His fore-paws lower slightly, as he gets into a position to
make a swoop and an attempt for her. He doesn't make it yet, content to
continue watching her for the right moment.
Penath> Kemith turns as Ladonyth's silken form glides just past him, his
smaller body arching up and over as he shoots forward, though keeps his
much-needly attitude above the crafty golden-one. He dances above her
upon graceful wings, weaving back and forth as he makes up his lost
air-space.
Penath> Penath knows these thermals as well as any, having spent long
hours training and fighting in them. He stretches the hide tight from
pinion to wingspar, tensing in anticipation but not yet following the
gold, chancing she will once more push towards the beckoning starlight.
And she does! He bugles his knowledge across the pack, tone smug, before
snarl his displeasure at the close proximity of Nicoth -- he tilts a wing
and slips through the air to one side, cutting the airsteam like a knife
through sisal, clearing himself from possible entanglement.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Ok....we're getting to that point
soon where dragons are going to begin to tire (mainly some of the
browns):) If you want to tire voluntarily let me know...or just pose
it. >>
Channie gasps to herelf, sharing the startlement and joy of her lifemate.
A shudder of pleasure seems to ripple over her body as she shivers, and
her eyes half open to look at the weyrwoman across the room.
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Better try and catch you quick then
huh? I may have good stamina for a brown, and a lengthy body, but I could
never match a bronze for stamina :) ;) >>
T'vor scowls slightly, snarling even as his lifemate shows his
displeasure, he slides down the wall a little, back flattened against it,
eyes closed as he tries to shut out the presence of riders here in this
room, just concentrating on Penath.
Penath> Letting out a fierce bugle, Vaeth tucks his wings tight to dive
after Ladonyth as she darts past him and Kemith. Determined not to let her
get away that easily, he shoots downwards towards her like a falling
bronze arrow, neck outstretched. When the golden dragon opens her wings,
he lets himself falls past her for a brief moment, then snaps out his own
wings, filling them with air and catching his fall to return to chase the
fleeting golden jewel from.
Penath> Nicoth watches as Ladonyth slips past two close pursuers. Folding
his wings ever so slightly, he allows himself to lose altitude and a bit
of speed. Now he is just below her sleek body. He wastes a bit of energy
to bring himself level with her path. Muscles ripple under healthy, well
oiled hide. The dragons below him can see the white gash of threadscore on
his belly, but it doesn't appear to be slowing him down at all.
Penath> Dhavoth surges, still very much in the chase. Sleekness matches
guile and instinct as he drops to loose altitute and gain speed. He
rumbles, pleased as a smaller brown drops his pursuit. You follow his
eyes, for they are all that tells you the course of the vibrant dragon.
Beacons, pulling you in.. and making you look longer than you intended
perhaps.
Penath> Ladonyth looks enraged that these males are actually getting close
to her! She pumps her wings harder and rises up at an angle. Nicoth,
Penath and Parth are hot on her tail as the silvery nightlight streams off
her golden hide. Dhavoth and Vaeth lag only even slighter as she flaps
with quick strong bursts, buffetting upwards and then levelling out to
sail more easily on a high current. She checks back again with a crook of
her head to see how close the pursuers are.
Penath> Vaeth begins his relentless chase again, pumping his wings faster
in a blur of bronze sails. This time he races lower than the golden dragon
as she flies ahead and above him. Using the thermals to push him upwards,
he rises higher, yet also remains low in relation to the pack of his male
competitors. A falter in one... two other dragons and he briefly watches
them tire out of the chase.
Penath> A frustrated, tiring brown begins to lag behind. He lashes out
with talon and tail at Nicoth who easily avoids the attack. In fact, the
slide to the side takes him into a stronger thermal that lifts him about a
dragonlength above Ladonyth. The swirling of her eyes can now be seen as
she continues in her quest to lose her pesky suitors. More dragons give up
the chase, clearing the skies above and around the soon to tire queen.
Penath> Penath twists his body in a facsimile of Ladonyth's movements as
he finds himself abaft of the glowing gold. His wings pull him forward,
beat by staccato beat -- the sound reveberating like distant thunder
through the sky, but no rain falls in Igen's skies, it's merely Penath's
wings producing mellifluous tones. No tiredness exudes from the burnt
ember hide as it streaks through the sky -- his alluring desire with him,
weaving a tapestry through the pale wisps of clouds with the following
threads: richly mingled blue, brown, bronze and, at its heart, a glowing
gold.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Penath, are you a sailor? >>
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << Maybe >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Don't often see 'abaft' used on
Pern. >>
Penath> Dhavoth sets his wings on edge to slip under two slower persuers
and gain wingroom.
Dragon> Flight sense that Penath chuckles << Variety is the spice of
life. >>
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Alright...only the hardiest of
browns are going to be able to make this stretch....I don't want to drag
this on all night for you all..3 more poses on Lady's end and we'll wrap
this up. The third pose will be the 'catch' :) >>
Penath> Parth watches raptorally, gaze narrowed on his objective. And
suddenly, just like a bird of prey, he strikes. He knows he won't last
forever, and decides to make his move now, when he's strong and able-
bodied. Hopefully, when Ladonyth least expects it, he darts down,
wingbeats powerful and forcing him quickly forward in persuit. His
forepaws stretch out, an action designed to partially foul the golden
Queen's wings and at the same time, catch up along the sides of her body
and hold her if she's caught. He dives down, swooping low, wings stretched
out. Quickly he skims near, making his attempt at capture and befoulment,
his muscles nearly straining with the effort. At the same time, he lets
out a cacaphony of sound, his beak opening with a roar in hopes of
distracting, and making her disconcerted and more suggestive to his
attempt.
Penath> Ladonyth senses that Penath warbles sweetly, tone embued with
tones of desire << Why fight it? I am here. I will catch you. I will not
let you fall on your own. >>
Penath> An unpredicatable gust buffets him off course and nearly sends
Vaeth into another bronze. With a quick tilt of his wingsails he veers
away for more space. With the newly found room to work in, Vaeth begins to
tap into his reserve strength and wings his way upwards with the aid of a
fortunate updraft.
Penath> Dhavoth rumbles as the object of his drive is distracted. He flies
straining.. will it be enough? Hard to say, but he does gain ground.
Dragon> Flight sense that Parth blushes. <<You know how it is, when your
screen doesn't scroll, cos you don't hit the tab button because you're
concentrating on writing out a pose? :) >>
Penath> Kemith stays silently, though by reading the language of his
body's movements--he's clearly frustrated at the pitiful distance between
himself and his object of his longing. That golden beauty who keeps just
out of his reach. His wings strike out at the Igen air, he will not give
up like those other males! He darts to one side, then dives down with a
flick of his wingtips, arrowing downward towards her, giving up that
coveted altitude he had wanted to keep.
T'vor smiles confidently, his thoughts right there, right where Penath is,
hot on that tail of streaming gold. He inhales deeply and then lets it go,
calming himself least he distract his lifemate.
R'yel's breathing becomes slow and heavy, but can be heard by those around
him. In his hands, he holds two pieces of wrung leather, the remains of
what once were his riding gloves.
Channie growls and grumbles under her breath, which at this point is none
too quiet. Her fists held in tight little, white knuckled, balls at her
hips.
Penath> Nicoth's eyes grow redder as he witnesses Parth's attempt at to
capture. He has to backwing suddenly to avoid getting befouled by the
brown and another bronze also startled out of the way. This puts more
distance between him and the object of his desire. Wasting no breath on
bugles of defiance, he angles off to the left and down to quickly gain
speed. Expertly catching a rising column of air, he rides it upward to the
golden shadow in the air above him.
C'san is far less confident, but he does rise to his feet, steady..
certain.. sure. He waits, breath held, body tense, eyes serious and
piercing.. but they stab at nothing.
Penath> Ladonyth rumbles as Parth almost manages to fowl her wings, but
she draws her own in and bugles defiantly, roaring into a dive, straight
under Penath and Nicoth and veering down. She lets her wings go again....
but it's evident she won't be able to climb as she sails and beats her
wings steadily on the currents. She's tiring as she tries her last break
from the group of speedy males closing in on her.
T'lar takes a step forward then stops to glare at another rider that dared
to move toward Jaela.
Penath> Dhavoth runs arrow straight, hoping to intecept the dive.. there..
so close.
Penath> Pushing himself more, Vaeth beats his wings to continue his ascent
into the sky and after Ladonyth. Again, he stalls as he finds the golden
dragon shooting downwards, but in a quick dip of a wingtip, he arcs into a
rapid dive, tucking in his wings and choosing a course that will intersect
Ladonyth's.
Penath> Rukbat has long gone from the sky, leaving only a rapidly
disappearing tinge of baby-pinks, however Penath's ember hide remains,
lighting every undulating muscle that pulses with each beat of his hearts.
He bugles as Parth attempts a capture, his wings thrumming the air as he
pushes forward, only to have the glowing gold dives below him. Balancing
the aileron with absolute precision, he furls his wings and chases after
the star that lights his night, his eyes glowing with opalescent violet
fires.
Penath> Parth bugles his defiance. His wings backpeddle frantically as he
swoops up to barely avoid crashing into another dragon whom unfortunately
wasn't Ladonyth as she zoomed out of the way just in the nick of time. He
growls his displeasure and anger, but his body is tired, defeated. He no
longer has the energy necesary to spur himself onwards once more to
attempt again, having expended it in that moment of hope. He cascades to
the bowl floor, wingbeats staggered and weak, energy expended.
Penath> Kemith hugs his wings closed against his body as he drops through
the air, his limbs held tightly in check as he free-falls. His wings
snapping open to catch him, the Igen wings shepherding him forward with a
graceful-looking easy. Golden-brown wing sails hold him aloft in a flurry
as he zags past those who are in his way!
Penath> Nicoth uses Ladonyth's dive to advantage. Angling down, he strokes
strongly at the warm Igen air, gravity aiding in the increase of speed.
Seeing that she is beginning to tire, he gives up soaring and beats his
wings to gain more ground. Having none of the agility of a blue or green,
he relies on his strength and endurance to catch the lady. Slowly, but
surely, he moves into a good capture position -- just above and to the
right of the golden wings.
E'ryn seems to snap out of his trance. He stumbles slightly at the onset
of conciousness. He wipes a hand over his face and lets out a non-commital
grunt. He looks one last time, longingly at the Goldrider, before a
grimace replaces it as if he remembers another alliegance. He quickly
turns and walks out, leaving the scene behind.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Bye, Parth. That was wonderful! >>
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Thanks. You too Nicoth. Good luck to
those who remain. >>
E'ryn heads out to the hall.
T'vor's eyes shoot open and he turns his gaze onto Jaela, his interest
still with Penath and yet slowly it descends to this room as well. Chest
moves as he holds back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Penath> Parth furls his wings slightly.
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << Bye Parth. Sorry to loose you! >>
Down, down, down. Vaeth speeds downward, wind whistling and air parting in
a gasp as his great frame descends after the diving gold. His eyes,
focused and narrowed, key in on his target and he tucks in his arms and
legs tight to his body, reducing drag, causing his own dive to quicken.
Penath> Your heart catches a a bugle rips the wind. Dhavoth still runs
straight. He only has one chance. Should he miss... he will not be able to
recover and follow the dive. Upward surge hoping to meet with downward
fall. His eyes focus to try and gauge distance. He is straining now.. it
shows dispite his energy given by blood.. and urge.. and hope..
R'yel grins.
Dragon> Vaeth bespoke Flight with << Should I repose that? :) >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Vaeth waves to Parth, btw. Well done.
Penath> Ladonyth begins to falter, her golden wings beating raggedly to
keep her heavy body aloft. Penath and Vaeth have really gained some ground
and Dhavoth and Kemith are only slightly behind as she angles downward.
She knows the end of her freedom is near as she tucks her tail in closer
to keep as far away as possible.
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Alright...final poses :) >>
T'lar barely notices the departing riders. His only concerns are the
rivals that remain and the female before him. He takes a deep breath as if
to calm himself.
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Thanks :) >>
C'san isn't breathing, but he doesn't seem to notice.
Penath> Dhavoth finally takes advantage of gravity, letting his tired body
fall hoping to match it with the one who is still falling. He slows his
decent hoping she'll tumble into him from above.. but the oportunity is
rapidly disappearing as his momentum is also carrying him forward.. out of
the intercept flight path that is his last hope.
Penath> Nicoth surges forward as he sees and senses the gold's faltering.
Great bronze wings cup and push the air bringing him ever closer. He
flicks his tail into the eye's of a bronze that is too close causing his
rival to angle away. Minute twitchs of wing, tail and neck get him within
striking distance. His neck and tail reach for the tiring queen. Talons
flex in anticipation.
Penath> Vaeth continues his effortless, yet high speed descent towards
Ladonyth. As she levels off, again, he allows himself to fall past, then
sweep himself into a position underneath her as he opens out his wings,
reaching outwards to catch the sky within his sails. In his new position,
he paces Ladonyth for a moment, then surges forwards, tapping again into
the last of his reserved strength in an attempt to catch, entangle, and
bring Ladonyth into his bronze embrace.
Penath> Kemith gives his last attempt for speed and strength as he flies
forward, the first lids over his eyes closed to block out the cruel wind.
Giving his every effort he drops down closer still, arching towards the
queen on her left. His strong tail spirals out towards her, in hopes of
ensnaring her while she's busy paying attention to those other males.
Dragon> Flight sense that Vaeth gets in his side comment about how well
done everyone posed tonight. << Excellent stuff, all. >>
Penath> Penath swerves slightly left, his honed body moving closer to the
gold below him as he tries to get closer without entangling himself
amongst the other males. Manuvering is tricky, but he's adept at guiding
himself through it. His neck snakes out and forward with an enticing croon
to Ladonyth, tail poised and alert as he soars closer to the solitary
beacon just below him in this ember-dark sky, ready to assist her. His
wings remain out, subtly flexing in the air as each minute movement
mirrors the golds, resembling two dancers intertwined in a lovers embrace
at the end of a gather.
Dragon> Flight sense that Penath warbles an agreement. << Well done
everyone, poses were great! >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Dhavoth seconds that.
Dragon> Kemith bespoke Flight with << Everyone was so good. *taking
notes* ^_^ >>
Dragon> Libeth bespoke Flight with << Anyone win yet? >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Yes, yes! Good thing all flights
aren't like this. This is TOUGH. >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Darn! Should have logged it. >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Penath has it logged
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << I did, untill I left. >>
Dragon> Branth bespoke Flight with << did I mess a flight... again? >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Uh, copy please? >>
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << Sure, +mail me with an addie. >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << Goldflight, Branth. >>
R'yel inhales sharply and holds his breath inside a clenched jaw. His eyes
dart over to Jaela and then narrow to watch her.
Channie whimpers softly, and bites down hard on her lower lip, her
half-lidded eyes fixed upon Jaela.
T'vor watches Jaela's movements, sliding back up the wall and moving that
little bit closer to here. By no means does he suffocate her, but he's
there, just like his lifemate in the sky, waiting, anticipating.
Dragon> Parth bespoke Flight with << Who did win? >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << no one yet. >>
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << no-one yet >>
Dragon> Branth bespoke Flight with << whose flight is it? >>
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << GOMH, Penath. :) >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Penath playfully whaps Nicoth with a wing :)
Dragon> Flight sense that Nicoth chuckles.
Penath> Ladonyth bugles and suddenly lets her wings go into a glidish
dive, unable to keep up, but one last buffet moves her slipping past
Penath and Nicoth. Dhavoth almost barely reaches her before she finds
herself smack dab on into Vaeth, getting tangled as she reaches out for
support, her tail snaking around anxiously as her eyes whirl with
nervousness.
Penath> Dhavoth lets himself fall.. spent.. almost unchecked. He struggles
to right himself and get his wings under him as he bugles.. frustrated yet
again.
Penath> Kemith furls his wings slightly.
Penath> Nicoth bugles in frustration. He banks sharply and dives for the
bowl.
Penath> Dhavoth furls his wings slightly.
Channie heads out to the hall.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << yeah, Vaeth. >>
T'lar heads out to the hall.
Dragon> Kemith bespoke Flight with << Woowoo, congrats Vaeth! ^_^ >>
Penath> Penath roars his frustration, pumping his wings hard and fast to
come up out of his swoop and sail past the two twined dragons with another
frustrated bugle of anger. He swerves, slowing his speed as he heads back
to Igen's bowl
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << Congrats! >>
Penath> Nicoth furls his wings slightly.
Dragon> Flight sense that Ladonyth realllly thanks you all...:)
Channie.....T'vor....T'lar C'san :) That was just some amazing RP on your
parts.....:)
Dragon> Flight sense that Dhavoth smiles for his bud :).. Congrats.
T'vor lets his breath out in one huge sigh, spins on his heel and strides
out.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << It was a good one. >>
You head back out to the hallway.
Penath> You furl your wings slightly to glide lower into the Bowl.
Penath> You carefully wing lower into the Bowl.
Dragon> Flight sense that Esyth sniffles quietly <<But but...>> :)
Penath> You fly carefully towards the main entrance, then land.
You head down the staircase, past the balcony and into the Weyr's Living
Caverns.
Penath> T'lar staggers over to Nicoth and struggles with the riding
straps.
Dragon> Flight sense that Adonith will get you next time, Ladonyth. ;)
Congrats, Vaeth!
Aisha looks a little relieved. "Hi T'vor. Want some wine?"
Channie chews on her bottom lip lightly as she looks around, looking a bit
disheartened.
Dragon> Dhavoth bespoke Flight with << :looks flor love in all the wrong
places.. apparently :).. good flight! :).. maybe I'll win one next time
<Cheer!> >>
Sayra hands a wineskin to the brownrider. "Wine ?"
Penath> T'lar is catapulted up by a quick movement of Nicoth's snout. He
gets the bronze an affectionate slap.
Penath> Nicoth tenses, then springs upwards.
T'vor's expression is clouded, "Wine?" he snaps. A pause and a nod.
Dragon> Flight sense that Vaeth just beams. << Thanks all and well
done! >>
Dragon> Ladonyth bespoke Flight with << Yes :) Thank you so much.... :) >>
Sayra frowns a little. "Ummm."
Sayra walks out to the Bowl.
Arianna yawns.
Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with << I really enjoyed it. Thanks all. >>
Celie winces, reaching over to toss a skin at T'vor. "Help yourself."
Dragon> Penath bespoke Flight with << Welcome. its was fun :) >>
Penath> Sayra looks up.
T'vor catches the skin deftly and uncorks it, tipping the contents down
his throat without even asking what it was.
Celie says "Hope Jerissa's around...."
Aisha nods. "I hope so too." and looks around the cavern.
Arianna nods.
C'san comes down the stairway.
Channie walks out to the Bowl.
Celie casts her eyes about nervously. "I hate being her after a gold
flight," she mutters.
T'vor shrugs, "She'll be somewhere, no doubt she's hovering around
somewhere." He chugs back another couple of swallows.
Sayra comes in from the Bowl.
C'san walks out to the Bowl.
Sayra wanders back in, looking slightly relieved.
Aisha nods to T'vor. "No doubt." She glances upwards and watches yet
another disappointed rider walk through the cavern.
T'vor looks out to the bowl and frowns, "I'm coming lummox" he calls and
strides out.
You walk out into the Bowl.
You clamber nimbly up Penath's forelimb to your spot between two
neckridges.