-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lysseth's Tenth Flight Date: September 15, 1998 Places: Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern, Southern Bowl, Feeding Grounds, Upper Skyspace, and Guest Weyr Game: PernMUSH Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kassi's Note: This was my way of celebrating (so to speak) my eighteenth birthday, which was the following day. :) Because the turnout was on the smallish side (though perfectly good!) and because I was in a silly mood, I indulged in a lot of quotes and mis-quotes with this one. Credits go to the following sources: Monty Python (Monty Python and the Holy Grail), the creators of Rocky Horror Picture Show (various RHPS refs, Time Warp, Rose Tints My World), the creators of Red Dwarf, the creators of Labyrinth, Leslie Fish (The Day It Fell Apart, Bring It Down), Heather Alexander (Dance In the Circle, Creature In the Wood, Black Unicorn), Joe Haldeman (The Ballad of Stan Long), Bill Roper (Puppetmaster), Douglas Adams (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy), Mercedes Lackey (Arafel's Lament, Patterns of Amber, Last Battle, Trap), They Might Be Giants (Twisting), Lief Sorbye (Maybe Someday), Pam Tillis (Queen of Denial), and Tom Lehrer (Masochism Tango). Needless to say, the flight was a lot of fun, and thanks are also due to everyone who participated. :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Log: V'hryn walks in from the bowl. Lysseth> Sioneth backwings for a landing. Lysseth> Jayna scrambles down from Sioneth's back. Aurian blushes an incredible shade of red as she notices the newcomer. Oh dear... Lysseth> Sioneth glances from side to side, neck swivelling. Eyes whirling, he watches Lysseth for a long, quiet moment, settling down to his haunches, motion restrained. Kassima is sitting at her Wing's table, of course, dressed in some outlandish and morbid-looking get-up, with a white cloth streaked with what you'd swear is blood tucked into her collar. "'Tis too bloody quiet!" she insists again. "We need t'do something t'make stuff happen! This silence is getting on m'nerves!" Oh, look, the very solution to her problem.... Jayna walks in from the bowl. V'hryn looks.. nervous as he strides in from the bowl, tugging his flight helmet off as he makes the mistake of heading towards the first people he sees. Aurian and Kassima. "High Reaches du..." Err.. the words are caught in mid-throat as he recognises the pair. Lysseth> Lysseth is practicing the fine art of talon-sharpening, her already wicked claws raking deep tracks through the Bowl's sands. To say that she looks to be in a companionable mood would be an utter, outright lie. Aurian slides deeper into her seat, she makes a light call of, "Telgar's duties to the High Reaches.. Lysseth> Kvasith has returned to staring at Lysseth. Jayna enters the living cavern, heels tapping staccato. She pauses on her way to the klah pot, nodding to her wingleader. "Evening, Kassi," she says neutrally, dragging off her jacket and tossing it to a table. Noting the newcomer, she stops and half-smiles. "Evening to you, Telgar's duties," she adds to Aurian's greeting, then proceeds businesslike to the klah pot. Kassima groans, "Oh, nay, nay *another* 'Reachian," as she turns her head to see whom the person in question is. Eyebrows slant downwards, then upwards in first puzzlement and then recognition. "Oh, Lace Lord. 'Tis you. Are you here t'pick up that purple sisal thing I heard you commissioned from... what's the name of the Weaver here, anyway? Whatserface. Whatserface the Weaver, aye." Jayna gets the obligatory salutational grunt, of course. A sort of 'enh' sound. Lysseth> Tebrelth rumbles.. pleasantly to Lysseth as he slicks leonine wings closely against his spine as jewelled orbs spin a nice purty blue colour. Lysseth> Sioneth rumbles, low, deep in his throat...more of a feeling than an actual sound...at Kvasith and Tebrelth. He takes a single protective step closer to Lysseth, but not approaching. No, not approaching yet. Lysseth> Good thing. From the tenseness of Lysseth's bearing and the way her wings are constantly furling and unfurling, it's not hard to tell that she probably wants to be left alone. Majorly alone. Don't look, don't touch, don't call her in the morning. A wonderul scarlet hue blooms in V'hryn's cheeks at Kassima's question, the lad nearly choking on his words so a shake of his tawny head is all that suffices as an answer. Aurian rakes her hands through her hair, oh dear oh dear oh dear. She didn't expect to see him for a long while. or ever. She almost feels bad about the lace... but maybe it was a little funny. Pouring herself a mug of klah, deftly, with no chatter, Jayna glances from Kassima to Aurian to the Reaches rider quizzically. The reason for Kassi's mood is evident. But what the shards is up?...the thought is obvious from the expression on her face. She doesn't say much, though, muttering something about 'sharding drills' and sagging to a table. "Pity," Kassi replies tersely. "So what does bring you up here? Did Auri tell you that she's pregnant or something?" Yes, the pure evil marches on. "For Faranth's sake, Jayna, there're worse things in life than drills!" Lysseth> Yes, a very good thing. But Tebrelth has never really been very good with noticing things like that. He's just too.. sociable. A brightbright greeting is crooned Lysseth's way, complimenting the brightbright green. He's so nice, ain't he. The chair Aurian is sitting on seems to fly out from under as she suddenly finds herself staring at the ceiling again. V'hryn suddenly finds himself coughing, rather.. loudly as Kassima continues to ramble. The Reachian lad putting a hand over his face to cover the cough, and more than likely just to obscure his features from anyone. He's got no idea what Kassima's going on about, nope. Not in the slightest. Lysseth> Muinyth backwings for a landing. Jayna grimaces at her wingleader, but doesn't say anything beyond a nod of agreement and a swallow. Well, not much beyond. "You're right, Kassi, there are much worse things than drills," she notes flatly, taking a long swallow of her klah. Aurian squeaks, "Did she say what I think she did?" Lysseth> Nraith backwings for a landing. Well, that's just as well, since Kassi sees fit to inform the entire Living Cavern just what she's going on about. "See, Aurian was mentioning something about fruit pulp that sounded just disgusting, and she mentioned you, so I figured you'd probably experimented with it at one point, and Auri's not at all careful about avoiding Water... are you, Auri?" See? Such a brilliant theory! "Aye, Jayna, like pink lace. Ask the brownrider here about that one sometime." Okay, so maybe cruel isn't even the *word*. Lysseth> Sioneth lifts his head, evaluating Muinyth and Nraith, trumpeting a sound that's hardly a welcome...perhaps a not-very-indirect challenge, albeit a controlled one. He casts a glance again at Lysseth, admiring, at the least...but with a hint of something barely suppressed winking in his deep eyes. No, cruel isn't the word. Try sadistic. Lysseth> A'lex slides down Nraith's riding straps and lands carefully beside him. Nraith rumbles quietly as A'lex pats his side in thanks. Lysseth> Kharty walks here from the north. Aurian cries out to the bowl, she's not going to be able to take it anymore, "Shard it Lysseth. RISE ALREADY! You're going to kill us all." Jayna blinks. "Lace? And Aurian...you're...you've been into the Benden water?" she asks, jaw dropping. Lysseth> A'lex watches Sioneth carefully as he makes his way to the Living Cavern with polite nods to the folks nearby. Dragon> All dragons sense that Lysseth taps the OOC mic. << Testing... okay, just a brief OOC note: blooding for my flight will start at Telgar in about ten minutes or so. Any interested parties are welcome, even if they don't bring their own Doritos. ;) >> "I've not touched the Benden water!!!" Aurian yells. A'lex walks in from the bowl. Pierron grunts in greeting to the Wingleader of Skyfire. Lysseth> Lysseth lifts her head to direct a sharp *snort!* towards the Living Cavern. As if she'd obey any *human's* command? Please! Lysseth> Kharty waves to A'lex, then smiles, making her way past the dragons and others, looking oddly at Lysseth. Jayna eyes Aurian warily. And very, very carefully. "So...uh...you're pregnant without it, then?" she asks helpfully. V'hryn's brows arc upwards in a swift motion as Aurian shouts towards the bowl. "Rising?" He squeaks out, "I didn't come here for this! I only came to deliver hides! THIS ISN'T IN MY JOB DESCRIPTION!" He shouts loudly, forgetting what little manners he brought along. Lysseth> Nraith snorts at the upstart. Lysseth> Tebrelth rumbles a cheery greeting towards the newly arriving dragons, too happy this one. Lysseth's snort is loud enough to be heard even in here, eliciting a laugh from Kassi that sounds half-crazed. "She won't listen t'you! Why should she, when she won't listen t'me? 'Tis all your fault, for drinking the klah, and the ci--" V'hryn's rather impressive shout causes even her to shush for a moment, though, just blinking at the brownrider. Blink. Blink. Blink. A'lex laughs, "Oh, dear, another one trapped by Lysseth's wiles." Aurian looks every bit as manic as Kassima, just with out the general proddiness and the fact that she's lying on the ground again, "I AM NOT *Pregnant*" She yelps. Jayna blinks at the Reaches rider. "What the shards is going on around here?" she asks, half to herself. "Is the weyr falling apart? Oh, Aurian, you're not? Is that...? I hope that's a good thing, then?" she asks, voice trailing off. Talk about confused. Kharty walks in from the bowl. "Of course that's a good thing!!" Aurian leans up on her elbows yelling at her clutchmate now. Lysseth> Kvasith rumbles low to the various other male dragons. He's been here first thank you very much. Jayna takes a grim swallow of her klah, nodding to Kharty. She blinks again and looks down at Aurian. "Uh...are you sure, Aurian? 'Cos you're... well, you're lying on the ground, sounding none too happy, if I might say?" "You're nay?" asks Kassi, sounding almost disappointed. She turns to inform V'hryn forthrightly, "Guess you're not virile enough to spawn after all. Never mind." A'lex looks at Kassima with something akin to fear, "You're looking to spawn?" Aurian points at Kassima, "She's evil! And she's making up hidieous stories about me.. all cause I' m a brownrider, watch your step Jayna!" Kassima yelps immediately, looking affronted, "A'*course* nay! Since when have I ever been *looking* t'spawn, you bewildering bronze-butted buffoon?" Ooh, alliteration. At Kassi's comment, Jayna's mouth opens and she peers from Aurian to the Reaches rider. She tilts her head, amid the sudden confusion, and starts to comment, but at A'lex's comment, she gulps and stares at Kassi, 'again??' clearly written across her features. She blinks at Aurian, as well, for good measure. "But...she's my wingleader!" she wails. V'hryn gives Kassima a worried glance, but there's a hint of fathomless relief to find out that Aurian isn't *really* pregnant, so maybe the whole lace thing is just a fig-newton of his imagination. "Errr." That's about as intelligible as his responses are gonna be. Kharty crosses the tables taking a wide birth of those gathered. Sometimes it's a good thing not to greet, right? She heads for a wineskin, nodding to all gathered though. Aurian stands at last and points at V'hryn, "Nothing happened except for the fact you wore pink lace and you kept placing your hands in odd places." Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth gets out her clipboard and pencil. << All right, folks... if you plan to chase this evening, raise your right wings high where I can see 'em. >> :) Lysseth> Nraith practically laughs at Kvasith. D'thon walks in from the bowl. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << I'm in >> Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Howdy. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth lifts his claw. << Me, me, me!! >> Dragon> Flight sense that Virroth warbles a greeting then raises said wing. << Me too. >> Lysseth> Kvasith snorts at Nraith, the big bronze barge. A'lex laughs, and grabs some klah. V'hryn flushes almost the same shade of pink he'd been wearing that fateful night at Aurian's finger pointing, "I was not putting my hands in odd places!" That he stoutly believes. Lysseth> Nraith eyes the LITTLE brown with disdain. Kassima pauses just long enough to throw a bread-roll at A'lex's head before she complains to Aurian, "Oh, *you* were the one who kept putting his hands in odd places, dimwit. You clearly find pink lace t'be a turn- on!" Ow. Now *there's* a wicked accusation for you. "Did too!" Aurian says quite authoritivly..."Unless she did it.." She -turns to stare at Kassima. Lysseth> Sioneth blinks, glad that that big bronze head'll keep the rest of him low to the ground in a bit. Aurian drops her jaw, "It wasn't the lace that was the turn on!" Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth taptaps. << Lysseth's rider wears army boots. >> D'thon, entering the cavern, turns to stare at Kassi too, then at Aurian. One might well imagine a rather large question mark sitting on his head. Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth okies... with permission, I'd like to wait for five to see if Maylia and her NPC reconnect; if not, then blooding will start at your leisure. Sound good? :) A'lex ducks the roll, now quite used to the Queen of the Proddy Greenriders. He sits back down to wait for the inevitable. He's never been this calm before a flight before. Whatup wit dat? Jayna just stares at Aurian. "I have to ask. I'll be sorry, but I -have- to ask. Lace? Lace? What happened with the lace?" She turns to include the Reaches rider in her glance. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << As you wish glinting glorious glowing green >> Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth should also warn that she's in a bit of a silly mood. So, if no one objects, I suspect I'll be working weird quotes and refs into my poses. Y'all don't have to do the same. :) Dragon> Ruisth rumbles, << Muinyth is *MY* Brown! >> ;) Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth ohse, That means I can too? Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << A'course! Anyone can, who wants to. :) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith puts on his silly shoes. Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth laughs at Kvasith's blatant suckup. << YOu go, clutchsib! >> Dragon> Flight sense that Tierth is here, with Muinyth chasing!!!! Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth woos! Kassima's explanation begins with an outright lie: "'Twas all Aurian's idea. She stripped the brownrider here naked and then put him in a pink lace robe and put his hands in odd places. I find this very disturbing." Aurian has never been this absolutely freaked before a flight before. "Its all Kassima's fault." Aurian yells, "I stripped him, but it was YOUR IDEA!" Telgar Weyr> Maylia My housemate and friend are being nuts. They're planning on reinacting the flight. HOW, scares me. Telgar Weyr> D'thon says, "Pink lace robe? OMG, Aurian?" Jayna leans back and laughs. "You did...she did that?" she asks, addressing the Reaches rider. "Aurian, I'm...I'm impressed!" Telgar Weyr> A'lex oh dears. Telgar Weyr> R'val uhs. The way flights go at Telgar, that could be unsanitary. V'hryn craftily avoids Jayna's glance, his head shaking slightly. He's got absolutely no idea what they're all going on about. Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth woos! << Okay, that's the roll call, then! :) Start the blooding when you're ready, m'lads. :) >> Aurian folds her arms across her chest, "Well Kassima did give him to me for a Turnday gift." Lysseth> Nraith snarls once more and launches skyward. Lysseth> Nraith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft. Lysseth> Kvasith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft. Lysseth> Above, Nraith flies towards the north end of the bowl. Lysseth> Tebrelth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft. Lysseth> Muinyth sails north. Lysseth> Eyeing the other males, Sioneth leaps skyward and heads for the feeding grounds. Telgar-Bowl> Above, Nraith flies downward towards the feeding grounds. Lysseth> Above, Kvasith flies towards the north end of the bowl. Lysseth> Sioneth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth erms. Okie. Where do I have to go? Lysseth> Above, Tebrelth flies towards the north end of the bowl. Telgar-Bowl> Above, Kvasith flies downward towards the feeding grounds. Lysseth> Above, Sioneth flies towards the north end of the bowl. D'thon quietly looks for a corner and a nice hot mug of klah. Under the circumstances, it seems to be the best possible policy. Telgar-Bowl> Above, Tebrelth flies downward towards the feeding grounds. Telgar-Bowl> Above, Sioneth flies downward towards the feeding grounds. Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << The grounds are CB, FG from the South Bowl/SB Airspace. :) >> Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Kvasith snarls at the over grown bronze, big airhead. Dragon> Flight sense that Virroth oh ohs. Uhm. Parental phone call. I may have to go. Telgar-Bowl> Muinyth zips up, over the fence, and down into the feeding grounds. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth woos, Found 'em. Dragon> Tierth bespoke Flight with << Muinyth is talanted. He zips. ;) >> Kassima stomps one foot, clenching her fists. "I did *nay*! *That* was all *Kharty's* idea--she's the one who said you should get to unwrap at least *one* Turnday gift, sharditall!" Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << New Ziplock dragons? ;) >> Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Nraith swoops down shrieking terrible death and scoops up a heardbeast in his claws, breaking it's back. He rends its throat before he even lands and drinks heartily Aurian ooohs!!!, "It was your idea!" Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Gliding downward, Sioneth hovers a moment, a dark shadow above the terrified herd. With dispatch and intent, he chooses swiftly, and lunges downward. Clawing a frenzied beast--a buck, white eyes and froth-mouthed, he claws it as he descends, spilling entrails as he leans forward and applies his muzzle, eyes whirling redly. He drinks, dropping the drained carcass to the ground. Kharty cringes at Kassi's stomp, then nods. "Uhm, well, that part was true I guess." She looks at V'hryn a little apologetically. Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Kvasith roars and slams down on a fluffy ovine. He rips into the beast suckling at the blood as it stains the white wool with its redness. A'lex stiffens for a second then rolls his eyes, taking another sip of klah, "Here we go..." Jayna stands abruptly. "Oh, shards, and shells," she says, adding additional curses under her breath. "I don't have time for this..." Aurian gets distracted from what ever she was going to say to Kassima probably insult her heritage, "Shards!" Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Muinyth wheels over the herd, taking his time with ineffable patience. His prey is selected, and he falls to the ground like a stone dropped from the rim of the bowl, pinning the beast beneath him iwth an awful squish. Shasta comes in from the bowl. Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth gives a few basic rules and regs: << I'll join y'all in the FG in about two minutes. After the blooding, we'll go up two skyspaces to save on spam. Please do one pose for every Lyss-pose; no line limit, and no limit on rider poses. The channel is OOC, the Guest Weyr (which is off the Central Bowl) IC. Heckling, wisecracks, and general silliness are allowed, but not required. Any questions? :) >> Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Tebrelth arrows down, talons splayed wide as the leonine brown aims for a herdbeast. It's not long before the hide of the poor 'beast is half shredded as the High Reaches brown eagerly sinks his teeth and talons into the poor twitching animal, sending a spray of hot crimson over his muzzle to stain it dark. Dragon> Flight sense that Kvasith beams at Lysseth, << Of course not dearest. >> Shasta comes in from the bowl, with that 'oh, shells and shards he's doing it again' expression to her face. A familliar face at that - one who doesn't look too closely might think it's Maylia entering. "Southern's duties..." she greets. Kassima for once looks startled, rather than angry. "What d'you mean, here we go? She's nay going to--oh, smerdle it, Lysseth, you bloody green caprine from the Star! Your timing is as terrible as ever!" Though the maleriders might disagree, since Kassi's less likely to hurl insults now at least. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth hmms. Nope, don't think so. But if I dc, I'd like reposes! Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << You have protection, or do we have to bring it? ;) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Tierth's doing fine, so long as I can keep the puppets straight. ;) Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Firestone is all the protection greens need, babe. ;) >> Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Muzzle bloodied, eyes whirling monstrously in the evening light, Sioneth leaps upward again, his thrusting legs and a measureless, relentless need driving him to rend once more. His open maw, blood muzzled and dagger-toothed, glows in the spring moonlight. He thunders and banks his glide to cruelly sieze a second beast. One sweep of his claws rakes the beast open, its terrified bleating abruptly silenced. He drains the steaming husk of blood, his tongue flickering scarlet as he drinks. Aurian peers at the Southerner with a look that clearly says, 'you came today?' ooooooh boy.. A'lex just grins at Kassima, "I mean 'Here we go'. The insanity begins. Nraith is going to fly, and I'm going home to a pregnant weyrmate." He doesn't look thrilled. Jayna scrubs her face with her hands, giving way to the inevitable, with a sigh. V'hryn's jaw seems to be working perfectly wonderfully, for all he looks like a goldfish. "Noooooooo.." He manages to get out as he feels stomach start to lurch at the wonderfully graphic images he's receiving around about now. Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Kvasith lashes out again and knocks down a herdbeast, his talons ripping easily into the screaming beast. His muzzle covered with blood as he laps it up. The herdbeast is still screaming, so the brown reaches forward with a massive taloned claw and crushes the screaming animal's head, effectively silencing it. Lysseth> Lysseth slowly stretches out, wings extending and head raised to the sky. There's something sensually serpentine about the motion, as there is about the way she springs upwards into the sky--a fluid streak of glowing green, with wingsails fluttering about like Marinda of Boll's Dancing Veils. Lysseth> You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to carry you aloft. D'thon looks as invisible as possible. Quiet corners are good - never mind that a certain dragon is chafing at the bit right now, figuratively speaking. Shasta gives the grouping of riders a wary look, muttering something about knowing she should stay away from Telgar. Telgar-Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Blood spatters in a 10 meter arc as Nraith wings the half drained carcas from him and launches himself towards another, ripping it's spine from its poor little heardbeast body before sinking his maw into the gaping wound that ended it's life. Yum yum. Kassima gets to her feet, slamming both fists on the table surface in frustration. "Shardit, why *now*?" She was just having fun tormenting the riders! Snatching up the sack which V'dan returned to her--the one that once had dead tunnelsnakes in it--she throws it at V'hryn, snarling, "For Faranth's sake, don't puke all over the floor." Words of wisdom delivered, she marches out to the Bowl. You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Telgar-LC> Aurian grabs V'hryn's shoulder as she drags him out with her. Above, Lysseth flies towards the north end of the bowl. Aurian comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. Telgar-LC> Jayna mutters, eyeing the other male riders, as she jogs after Kassi, her riding jacket left forgotten on a bench. Jayna comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. Lysseth> You fly downwards towards the feeding grounds. A'lex comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. V'hryn comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. Aurian keeps dragging the reachian with her. A'lex follows behind, slowly looking more and more like he's getting into this. Lysseth> Slash, slash, slash, splash, splash, splash. Tebrelth makes very short work of the 'beast beneath his talons and is soon engulfed with the a redness that will have to lend him the strength he needs. Wings half unfurl as he eagerly watches Lysseth land within the pens, the brown puffing his chest up to bugle proudly. Lysseth> Muinyth finishes draining the poor beast of its blood, leaving a rather shriveled husk of a body behind like a deflated baloon. While other males around him are snarling, and bickering, he simply lunges at another herdbeast, bowling it over in a macabre tumbling act. He is ontop of it, blooding it, even before it has a chance to cease kicking. Shasta comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. Aurian stares out into the feeding ground and sighs with a certain avarice. Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << I hate semi-colons. :P >> Lysseth> One moment, there's nothing--the next, Lysseth is there, wings extended to let her skim recklessly over the Feeding Grounds' fence. Though the posts reach up towards her, their effort falls short--just as falls the buck who runs just beyond, his throat slashed wide and belly ventilated by perfectly sharpened claws. I'm gonna eat you, little beastie... I'm gonna eat you, little beastie.... Or drink the blood, anyway, since after a mere moment, Lysseth shrieks in pure anger before viciously fastening her teeth through the severed throat to allow her to imbibe of the flowing red liquid. She'll *get* Kassi for this, later. Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith laughs. Shasta follows promptly, her hands balled up into fists, as her eyes first focus across the bowl to the granite-cliff brown, then turning to Kassi with a decidedly different look. V'hryn tries to dis-enagage himself from Aurian's grip, but his gaze is locked in the direction of the feeding pens. Here we go again. Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith doesn't laugh AT Lysseth though, he's laughing WITH her. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth hees, [escape(%0)] is a wonderful thing Lyss ;) :) Lysseth> Sioneth leaps to glide once more. The smell and taste of steaming blood, the thundering need he can't define, goad him onward. He roars and backwings, suddenly startling the frenzied herd into a scatter. He thrusts forward, ending the life of a white-eyed beast in a frantic, terrible instant. He rips his claws wide, tearing the beast in two, uncleanly, and laps at the hot blood, nearly snarling at the intruders at his feast, whirling eyes fixed on Lysseth. Lysseth> Nraith snarls welcome at Lysseth, then shoves his muzzle into the gaping wound on the heardbeast. Kassima twirls a feather-duster that she must've snatched on her way from the Caverns idly in her hands, seemingly to no purpose at all. "That's it, you sharding thing," she hisses, green eyes locked on the greener glint of dragonhide not so very far away. "Blood it... blood it... nay, nay the ovine; save the ovines for later!" Lysseth> The brown pounces onto another herdbeast. Kvasith wastes no time on killing it, savagly biting the neck. Blood splatters over him as he suckles in his raging hunger and lust. His eyes locking onto Lysseth again, he hisses towards her. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth idles *real* quick. Need flight music! Lysseth> Muinyth lifts his muzzle, granite painted in pictographs of blood red - illustrating a very gruesome death of a herdbeast. Idly, he flattens the beast's legs out of his way, and lowers to drink again, only his whirling violet eyes rest on Lysseth's form. Dragon> Flight sense that Wroxath hands Tebrelth a Wagner CD and cheers from the sidelines. Jayna leans against the wall, clutching for support. The overwhelming odor of blood, of fear, her half-lidded eyes, all tell the story. She's more than partly with Sioneth, as the big brown rips and tears into the meat, leaving it to rot as he drinks in the blood. "Shards," she near spits, panting with exertion and emotion. Lysseth> Nraith snorts at the pouncing Brown, and snares a wherry as is freaks by. He pops its head off like a champaign cork and drinks heartily. Aurian releases V'hryn with a shove, not caring about what he does anymore, nor where he should land. Lysseth> See how this beast stays bovine! Tebrelth's eyes are aglint with an eager, ravenous hunger that will not be denied as talons sluice through another happles beast that flees in the wrong direction. Crimson soon stains brown once more as the violets and reds seep into the whirling jewelled orbs of the Reachian brown's gaze -- the gaze that is locked on the glowing green for of Lysseth. Lysseth> Lysseth snakes out her tail even as she drains the beast dry, slurping in a *most* unladylike manner. Didn't her mother ever tell her not to do that? Apparently not... though, you never know. It's times like this that she wishes she remembered what her mother told her when she was young. What did she tell her? Lyss doesn't know--she didn't listen! However, she does have enough craftiness developed on her own to snap her tail across the side of a fleeing bovine cow, sending it tumbling... and it becomes easy prey for the dragon of swords and jewels. Swords for the scimitars of her claws; jewels, for the shining emerald of her hide and the melded ruby and amethyst that blaze with unhidden fire from her eyes. With a thud. That's how V'hryn lands as Aurian shoves him away. A small cry of discomfort follows, but is not doubt ignored. Shasta plants both feet solidly, her chin raised with a stubborn tilt, her back stiffly straight. She is determined to *not* succumb to the emotional turmoil seething in her dragon's mind. Dragon> Flight sense that Tierth giggles! My housemate and friends' suggestion? Have Shasta tickly Lysseth's feet. How, I'm not sure... Kassima mumbles to herself as she plays with the feather-duster again, relaxing minutely now that her dragon's will has been bent beneath her own, "'Tis astounding... time is fleeting...." Madness takes its toll? Clearly so. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth snickers. Lysseth> Nraith roars in challenge to the other males as he sidles closer to the glowing green. He hurls the wherry from him and waits, crouched, for the fun to begin. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth ponders. Need quote sources! Ideas? Lysseth> Sioneth laps idly at the tattered remains of the herdbeast before him, haunches gathered, not lifting for another beast. Eyes fixated on Lysseth, he disdains more blood, keeping his attention where it needs to be...on the glowing green as she deftly, enthusiastically bloods. He'll be ready to leap, yes, he will... Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Steal Kassi's feather-duster? ;) >> Lysseth> Kvasith snarls loudly at Nraith, big bronze buffoon. He reaches out and snatches a herdbeast to the ground, soon draining the the animal to naught more than a dying husk. He roars towards the sky again. Lysseth> Nraith turns his back on the mere Brown... Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Ack, weird 'Net... didn't lose any poses, though. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth wonders what Kassi missed? Or is missing?? Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Oh never mind then >> Dragon> Sioneth bespoke Flight with << Nevermind. :) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith grins, << Lysseth is too cool to loose poses. > Lysseth> Muinyth spares not even a glance at the snarling, bugling Northern males, any reaction would be a sheer waste of energy, and an insult to the green who's glowing light keeps his attention. Jayna shakes her head, eyelids half-closing in evaluation as she peers at the blooding dragons. From the corner of her eye, she spares a glance for Kassi, and a quick second glance. She doesn't say a word, but leans forward, palms on the wall, eyes focused on brown Sioneth, who's not looking at her at all. Not at all. Lysseth> Lysseth remembers doing the Time Warp--drinking those moments when the blackness would hit her, and the voice would be calling... let's do the flight thing again! Err, sort of. For, you see, once she's finished with a third beast--another buck, whose randy blood has been sucked dry to fuel the randiness of Lyss instead--her glow has intensified threefold, and the time is now. She takes a step to the right... the better to survey her collection of courtiers, eyes burning with different kinds of fire. Is there yet one dragon there above the hollow hill who hears her song and heeds her words, and harks to proddiness still? Yep. Which means it's *definitely* time to run away. So, she does, grasping the winds with her wing-claws and pulling herself up into the skies. Eat my sky-dust, mortals! Aurian smirks as she notices where V'hryn is. She can't help it. Lysseth> You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to carry you aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries. Lysseth> Nraith rises up from the feeding grounds. Lysseth> Sioneth rises up from the feeding grounds. Lysseth> Kvasith rises up from the feeding grounds. Lysseth> Muinyth rises up from the feeding grounds. Lysseth> With a roar to rock the very foundations of the Weyr itself, Nraith launches himself in persuit of Lysseth, Queen of the sky... Kassima sighs with what might be relief, might be disgust, and might be any number of other things when Lyss finally gets her rear in gear. "You all know the drill by now," she mutters, turning to push past them and head for the Guest Weyr. Lysseth> You soar upwards and into the open sky above the Weyr. You push aside the curtain and enter the weyr. Lysseth> Sioneth flies up from the southern half of the bowl. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth bahs and lags. Foo. Lysseth> Kvasith flies up from the southern half of the bowl. Lysseth> Muinyth flies up from the southern half of the bowl. Aurian comes into the weyr from the bowl. Jayna comes into the weyr from the bowl. V'hryn comes into the weyr from the bowl. A'lex comes into the weyr from the bowl. Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth is having too much fun with this already. ;) Y'all have permission to shoot her if she makes too many references to sheep. 0:) Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth blinks, Where are you lot? A'lex strolls in, bearing a little more cocky than before, slight smirk on his face. Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Up, up, from the FG for the dragons; GW for the riders. >> Lysseth> Nraith flies up from the southern half of the bowl. Lysseth> Muinyth flings himself upwards after the green, a brown peice of toast tossed on cue. Other options? Water pistol? Nahh, that comes later, hopefully. Umbre wings surge with power, he's not familliar enough with the thermals to make use of them. . Aurian yanks off her jacket and throws it to the ground, she leans back against the wall. Her eyes drift immediately to Kassima. Lysseth> Tebrelth flies up from the southern half of the bowl. Dragon> Flight sense that Tierth thinks her friend might leave her alone to MUSH... Shasta comes into the weyr from the bowl. Jayna leans against the wall, no longer a stranger to the weyr. She relaxes for the moment, eyes watching the green-eyed rider, half-lidded. She glances evaluatingly at the other riders, but spares them only a second, before her attention returns to Kassima. V'hryn stumbles into the Guest Weyr. In fact he stumbles right into a cosy little corner far, far away from the rest of the mob. Nice and safe, yes. Lysseth> Lysseth has walked the pattern, through the shadows and the thunder; through the shadow-worlds to Telgar, where her life was rent asunder--but her life's no less confusing than it had been before... yet she knows who's against her, though they'd probably say they're for. She has flown these skies before, and knows them intimately, which allows her to pick and choose which thermals to dance among. The fastest, the coldest, those which will bear her upwards and send her shooting off into the sky like an arrow that's heading straight for the chest of an ill- fated messenger lad--"Message for you, sir!"--are the ones she grasps and manipulates, shrieking her fierce joy and challenge to the blackness of the night. Lysseth> Kvasith catches a thermal easily, amber streaking along the wind towards Lysseth. He bugles, never minding that the sound is caught by the wind and never heard by her. Shasta stumbles into the guest weyr, muscles taut with the strain of her lifemate's thoughts. Glaring eyes cast around the room, expressing the emotions her brown won't, fury and disgust at the other males. Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth hrms. My pose theme tonight seems to be half song lyrics, half silliness. Just so you're warned. ;) Lysseth> Copper-winged under Belior and Timor's twin beacons, Sioneth slashes upward, supple power evident in his long, deep strokes. He thunders a roar at the chasing males-a roar not of challenge, but of punishing rage. How dare they spread their frail wings in pursuit of Lysseth's luminous soaring form? Their mere presence in the sky's expanse insults her magnificent spirit, glowing as brightly as her verdant hide. His rippling muscles carry him aloft, a russet arrow moving skyward. Kassima has commandeered a particular wall for herself, its coolness soothing against her hands and head--the latter of which, tipped back, rests against it to allow her eyes to wander towards the ceiling rather than the maleriders who are here now as well. She'd really rather not think about them. Just call her Cleopatra, everybody, 'cause she's the Queen of Denial. Aurian scowls at the woman who enters, there is a harsh whisper, of "Did you lose your way?" as if implying that maybe the Southerner isn't all there. Lysseth> Far across the Telgar skies, streaking through the air. Nraith chases glowing green, the Dragon Lysseth, fair. Thunder cloud wings pump the sky and lightning gold catches light. Violet and red dance in his eye as he joins in Lysseth's Flight. Telgar Weyr> A'lex opts for spontaneous poetry... spontaneous BAD poetry. Dragon> Flight sense that Wroxath hmms. Mebbe next time he'll do his flight poses completely in haiku. As Aurian's attention is diverted to the Southerner, Jayna approaches Kassi's wall. Not too close...knives, and whatnot... But close enough to see the shimmer of the glows in the long, dark hair. Close enough to see the expression in Kassi's eyes as she flies with Lysseth. Telgar Weyr> Kassima paraphrases Kerowyn from _By the Sword_: "Good. Because if you told me that you still wrote bad poetry, I would have to kill you, in order to make the world a safer place." Lysseth> So Lysseth's walked the pattern, so what? Tebrelth wrote the pattern! Or at least that's how the story goes as the Reachian brown arrows himself after the Green Lantern that is Lysseth. Leonine wingfingers and sail are stretched, almost painfully so as the young brown seeks and strives to follow the streaming banner of the green's tail. The call he cannot deny, no matter how many things try to dog his path, he's off in quest of his Grail! Telgar Weyr> A'lex doesn't write it, he channels it. Arms are drawn around V'hryn's knees as the young rider curls himself up into the foetal position where he's huddled against the cold stone of the walls. Denial ain't just a river, nope. It's his middle name. A'lex snaps his head to the side, cracking his neck. He leans against the wall, smirk still flickering in the corner of his mouth. Thought your middle name is Lacy? Nono, Denial is. Lacy is the surname. Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << V'hryn Lacy Denial... I think that sounds better... >> Lysseth> Can you keep your head? Your backbone, or your heart? Lysseth won't leave the answers till the day it falls apart--she's intent to prove her abilities *now*, facing the challenge... facing the peril. She's in grave peril! No, she doesn't think she is. But yes... terrible peril, peril that she, as a green, must face as much as possible! Can't she have just a *little* of the peril? Nah. That can wait. She'll revel in freedom for now, twisting in the wind, twisting, twisting in the wind. Just because she's three million years from freedom, any race of greens that could escape capture is extinct, and she's out here with no more company than these male freaks of nature doesn't mean that she should give up hope, does it? Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth nahs, It's Vahrynna Denial Lace. Or, The Lord of the Lace. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Its pretty pink boy >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << The Lord of the Lace. Is that the trilogy that follows the Lord of the Rings? ;) >> Lysseth> Fingerwidth by fingerwidth, Sioneth drives his lean body forward with mighty thrusts of his wingsails. Extending...no, -reaching- outward with his wingtips for every inch of airspace, he relaxes, allowing his natural power a channel through which to flow. Ahead, vibrant, glowing, soars the queen of Telgar's heavens. His path to her lies -through- the hides of those puny others who dare to share -her- sky. Let others waste motion in clever dances around, between, or outside, or in mental games of waiting, holding back. Sioneth holds -nothing- back, striving for the incandescent green with every atom in his great body and greater heart. Kassima lowers her head a notch or two, green eyes flickering mistrustfully from face to face. A low snarl can be heard in her throat, though it sounds more like the sort of noise that her dragon would make. How dare they be in here, infringing on her freedom? Freedom's dream has fallen far; a million flights have dimmed its star... or something like that. But Kassi is nothing if not eternally optimistic. Lysseth> Backbone straight and heart aflame, shreiking out his lovely's name, facing peril, fear and pain, this Dragon would be hers to claim. Wings pump air and send him forth, quickly on her chosen course, making air bend to his will Nraith chases her unstopping, still. Lysseth> Amber wingsails cut the night air, they seem to beat a rhythm of passionate lust. Kvasith is enjoying himself, pushing towards that feisty and naughty little green who thwapped him earlier. He is ze pepe le pew of the draconic world...with out the stench. Lysseth> It's not Lysseth who's in peril. It's everyone else. But, Tebrelth does not take heed to the niggling little thought in the back of his mind that says 'RUN AWAY!' But at least there aren't any rabid rabbits, for this brown's all out of holy hand grenades. He remembers the beauty, he remembers the desire, although he has no memories to fill him with light. That's where Lysseth comes in, the Telgarian green spouting more luminscence than she needs! So, but the Reachian's calculations, she shouldn't mind sharing just a little with him to light his way back home? A'lex's smirk changes into a fullblown grin. His tongue flicks out and licks his upper lip as her eyes meet his. He cracks his neck again. Leaning back against the wall languidly, Jayna's body position belies the sweat beading lightly on her brow, and the drumming of her fingers on her folded arms. She grins at Kassi, but there's little of humor in it, as she eyes the greenrider. She'd never noticed that particular shade of green in her eyes before... Bluish eyes narrow in a slitted glance as V'hryn sneaks at glance at the greenrider. The view remarkably different to the one he last saw. Least there's no lace this time. Aurian bites her bottom lip, sweat beading on her brow. She grins at Kassima, remembering the lace with a certain fondness. Telgar Weyr> D'thon oh, dears. What next, the Legendary Bronze Beast of Aaaaaaaah!? Telgar Weyr> R'val wouldn't be surprised. Lysseth> Maybe someday she will come, come along, long--maybe someday she will come along... but not today. Not *willingly*. Lyss isn't one to lay her head upon the lap of fate, for she knows the trap therein... the trap of thinking that the danger is just a harmless little bunny rabbit, and the trap of allowing mutated monsters--okay, so they're just male dragons, but she's biased, here--to get her angry enough to forget her true purpose. Wings snap out, snaring the sky, snagging on the threads of air that wind through it and getting hauled along for the ride. Do not follow where she bids you go, or you will be devil-bound. There is but one who rides her back, whose soul shall stay ever free--her heart is cold, and will not crack, and she is as cursed as she. Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth ticks the songs she's quoted off on her foreclaws. << Arafel's Lament, Patterns of Amber, Day It Fell Apart, Trap, Black Unicorn, Maybe Someday... yeesh. This must be dragon karaoke night. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth hees, Hmm. Mine so far, The Bazaar, Sister Awake.. well, any of the songs on The Edges of the Twilight. Yup. Lysseth> Monster fly beside the Bronze, streaking through the skies. These monsters they have come along to steal Nraith's glowing prize. Shreiking challenge to those around he pushes to the edge, hoping he will be the one to share Green Lysseth's ledge. Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith is making his up "on the fly." Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth groans! Nraith, that pun was bad. ;) Lysseth> Kvasith still follows. He presses on towards the glorious green. The brown form writhing through the night sky. All he wants is to be near her. Real Neear. Le 'Row 'Row.. Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << And your point is? >> Lysseth> Sioneth claws relentlessly at the air, pounding urgent wings against its heaviness. Lysseth's perfect fire draws him on, the force of her spirit alluring him as surely as the Red Star rains fire. Twisting on a wingtip, the agility of youth married to the strength bred into his sinews, he spins in the air, russet form an arrow in the velvet night. He snakes up, around, narrowly avoiding a flailing tail, scrabbling claws, a muzzle wasting breath on futile, childish exhortations,the laughable efforts of males focused on one another, rather than on the only perfect star hanging in Telgar's sky. There once was a greenrider, Kassi, a black-clad, impetuous lassie--and when Lysseth flew, why, what would she do but play with her Emascula-sy? Doggerel though the rhyme might be, it does have a basis in truth; her fingers drum briefly against the handle of the nefarious device, which has been stuffed into one pocket. She retains enough sense of self to try a ploy to make at least *some* of the chasers cringe... perhaps then they won't stare at her in this way that makes her feel like a choice slab of sliced ovine. A'lex chuckles a bit as Kassima fingers her... security blanket. Someone will have some trouble tonight, that's for sure... Staring at Kassi, perhaps slightly like one might eye a choice slab of sliced ovine, Jayna flushes, slightly, breath coming a bit raggedly as she leans against the wall. Arms still folded, it's not evident at first, but a second glance reveals her fingers, digging into her forearms, nails white with the pressure. Aurian curves a grin at Kassima again, she remembers red lace. So she has a one track mind, she doesn't have to worry about emasculation, just the being gutted thing. Lysseth> Tebrelth seeks for his soul's redemption, but that will only be once Lysseth's lamp has been turned way down low, for the Telgarian green is the only one who can save him! Did he hear in invitation float his way? Even before finding the dark shadows on the mountain side that field his view. The brown striving to find the soul's he hides on the rare occasion, but it is Lysseth he wishes to cover. Green and Brown, the two colours just meld so well together! The red rivers of his eyes flow towards the green ocean that drives him onwards, he'll need a floaty device before not too long. A bugle rings out, brassy and proud as he artfully slips past a flagging blue that obscures his view. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth should be shot for that lot of mangling. Hmm. Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Bang. >> Lysseth> Lysseth has seen the future; the future has seen she--now she knows where she must go; she knows her destiny! Flamingly brilliant green wings tilt, slicing through clouds, the swift and merciless touch bringing a change that nothing can mend. She is Sir Lysseth, the Chaste... err, chased, and she doesn't lack for bravery *or* virtue! These ones who pursue, they wish to take the latter from her, but she shan't fall easily for their wiles. Lysseth has wiles of her own, which she employs together with wit and desperation to send her sheering sharply downwards and westwards, becoming a green whirly thing in space. Stars silhouette the glowing outline, feeble behind her greater and more alluring radiance. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << What a babe >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << You remind me of the babe. >> "Don't leave me now, stay with me." V'hryn whispers under his breath, huddled there in his corner, slowly rocking back and forth with his head shaking slowly. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << What babe? >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << The babe with the power. >> Dragon> Tebrelth bespoke Flight with << Oink. >> Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << What power? >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << The power of voodoo. >> Lysseth> Not floating on the air, -she- seems rather to carry the sky along with her, an emerald force of nature, a beauty so intense as to tear at Sioneth's draconic soul. He disregards minor discomforts--ichor oozing from an unfelt scratch, breath deep and intent, the quixotic thermal pools and spires that pepper the spring sky. He tilts a wing, slicing into a warm geyser of air, banking his body in a quick glide to avoid the aerial fumblings of a tiring male nearby. His tongue darts out, tasting the current, sensing direction, attempting to find a way, some advantage beyond his strength and his desire, to bring him closer to the verdant beacon that inexorably draws him forward. Dragon> Sioneth bespoke Flight with << The power of voodoo! >> Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Hoodoo you do >> Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth drats and is late late late. Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Do what? >> Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Remind me of the babe >> Kassima lets go of her Emasculator with reluctance, folding her arms instead and drawing herself to her feet... despite the effort that this requires. She shall not move for no man's--or woman's--pleasure, she, nor shirk and shrink away from those unsettling gazes. Some last imp of perveseness in her soul compels her to stick out her tongue, set her thumb on her nose, and wiggle her fingers while crossing her eyes. Nyah, nyah! Then she crosses her arms once more, eyes daring them to react to her lack of decorum. Lysseth> The future's always forward, ahead, never quite near. Nraith chases every moment, ahead without much fear. Green wings ahead alight the skies with beauty 'strodinair. The lovely Lyss carves out the wind, pushed forward by the air. She's quick and lythe and dances right from star to shining star, but he works hard (with all his might) to be right where she are. Lysseth> There is a rush of air as Kvasith, cuts through a cluster of straining males. His intent clear and blatantly obvious as he whirls towards Lysseth. Prettyprettypretty lady. Hey lady! Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth apologizes for her rider, but she felt inspired. Clearly, I'm over-caffeinated again. ;) Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << And this is unusual how? >> Jayna leans forward, muttering...no, is she actually singing? under her breath. The words are indecipherable...something..is it...'touch'? She wipes her top lip with the back of one hand, eyes on Kassima. Is that something about... 'creature of the night?" Aurian sighs in pure delight as Kassima wiggles her fingers and crosses those emerald eyes. Lysseth> When darkness descends, it's all that Tebrelth sees, but Lysseth lights his path. The tawny markings along his sides appear to shimmer as he vainly stretches out leonine wings to push the air around him that seeks to keep him away from his Grail. It simply will not be tolerated. Would Lysseth walk ten miles with this brown? Would she walk the skies with him? Tebrelth can only hope as once more he lets a brassy bugle ring forth, banking sharply to the left to avoid the monstrousity of a bronze that suddenly filled his path. Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth giggles! at Jayna. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth checks his time, Relog in about 5 mins. Lack of decorum? That's one thing V'hryn would never have noticed, he never knew that 'flight' and 'decorum' could be used in the same sentence. Sure, after she uses the emasculator, your blood will decorum the whole room! Hey! Lysseth> It was great when it all began... Lyss was a regular freedom-fan. But it was over when her glow began to start dispersin' as only glow can. Now the only thing that gives her hope is the fact that all men are dopes... rose tints her world, keeps her safe from the trouble and pain! At least, it did once. No longer! Lysseth is a veteran of flights, and she knows the signs, signals, symptoms, and other things start with S that signify a loss of strength. (Yay, alliteration!) With a roar, she bemoans the fickleness of fate, curving sharply upwards towards the heavens above her. Sure, her hopes might be dead, she might be trapped with dimwits, and they're all out of Shake-n'-Vac, but far be it from her to succumb-- whether it be to the perverse or the inevitable! Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth patpats his connection. There. I miss anything? Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << If you saw blood decoruming the whole room, you're safe. ;) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth hees, Yah. Saw that. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Yeppers >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << On a more serious note... capture attempts after Lyss's next? Sound good? :) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith nods. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth noodles, Yuper :) Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth noodles. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << delightful >> Lysseth> Stupid males doth chase the Queen, as well as every Rising Green. They make their chase to plead their case as to why they're oh so keen. Pick Me, Pick Me, they all cry out, in hopes that she will hear. But above them all rises Nraith's shout, the Bronze the other's fear. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Eww >> Dragon> Wroxath bespoke Flight with << Well bespoken, Kvasith. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith tphttts. Lysseth> Sioneth plunges upward, thrusting into the sky, intent but relaxed, stroking, spinning to rest on a thermal, using its energy to force him toward the glowing Lysseth. His yearning finding release in the motion of his muscles, his sinews, straining tendons corded in his wings and flanks. He's going the distance, he's going for speed...eyes on the glistening green target, he focuses, not resting, relentless in his pursuit. Oh, Kassima's a woman, she's a mighty fighting woman, but fighting isn't really her forte... she's tortured a dozen men--and the lasses, too, you ken? And she tortures in a most peculiar way. But torture isn't *exactly* what's on her mind right now... or, if it is, it's torture more of the standard type. Her glare grows more heated, fueled by fear and desperation as well as anger. It's *their* fault--they're the ones who want to take her freedom away from her! How *dare* they? Of course, it's hard to seethe very long when your thoughts are being carried away by a flying dragon.... Lysseth> Kvasith ducks under a larger brown and pops up in front of the bypassed brown. He swirls closer and closer waiting for her to weaken. Still not bloody likely at this point but he forages ahead. Dragon> Flight sense that Kvasith thppppts back Oh, oh, torture me! Torture me! A'lex appears to be getting more and more intent on staring at Kassima as this progresses. Apparently the Bronze Barge *DOES* have some influence on him... His gaze narrows as he ignores the rest of the room to leer towards Kassima. Jayna slumps against the wall again, breath coming a bit more raggedly. How she yearns for the touch of her lips, dear...but much more for the touch of her...emasculator? What can she be thinking? Mind wandering with Sioneth, she tries to relax, arms spreading to splay her fingers against the wall as she dances her solitary...well, tango. Lysseth> Now there's oodles and boodles of noodles, and maybe even the rarest of poodles as Tebrelth re-rights himself back on course. Assonance is your friend, uh huh. Tell me lady, shining sun to feel the warmth that's come undone do you sleep in sympathy and if it's true walk with me! Tebrelth in the twilight hears the idols speak and in the twilight he seeks the glowing form of Lysseth, the brown gaining a little distance on the green, but she's not merely a sentimental forgotten friend, she's the lady with whom Tebrelth so desperately wants to walk with. Come on lady, hold my hand, take me to your shadow land! Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth sings, << Oh, I ache for the touch of your lips, dear--but I fear all I'll feel are your whips, dear! You will raise welts like nobody else, as we dance to the proddy rider tango! >> Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth eeps and laughs, and just heads out to poison pigeons in the park. What the hey. V'hryn is just a poor, confused little Reachian brownrider who's too far from home, and he doesn't have his ruby slippers to take him there. Aurian tosses her hair back as she watches Kassima, silent for now. She knows who's there and she know's how little she thinks of them at the moment. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth putters, Y'know this is a lot more enjoyable than the cleaning I'm gonna have to do in the kitchen after this ;) :) Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Glad y' came aren't ya? >> Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth noodles, But of course. Wouldn't miss a Kassi flight for anything.. well, *nearly* anything. Lysseth> Lysseth isn't a noodle or poodle, nor target, nor queen, nor after-dinner mint, nor a pony, nor a member of a sapient species that developed from cats, nor... well, we could go on in this vein forever. Suffice it to say, she is what she is--and what does that mean, exactly? It means that she's a dragon--a slender willow-wand of a dragon, wrapped in dim green light and as supple and fluid as her more literal counterpart. Even now, when her wings drum out a staccato beat like that of the castanets in which the chasers would probably like to have their noses caught, she is graceful. She is the creature in the wood; prepare to end her spinsterhood--her song is power and desire; her song can bind the dragon heart! So please come, join, dance in her circle... for circle she does, sweeping upwards now on the final leg of her celestial road. The moon is there, waiting. Shall she be able to catch Belior before another catches her in turn? Dragon> Sioneth bespoke Flight with << Attempts now? >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Oui, s'il vous plait. :) Et merci, aussi, par... um... I don't know how to say 'coming to my flight' in French. :P :) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith hates his net. Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Did someone win? >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Nope! Y'all are just about to pose attempts. :) >> Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << attempts now >> Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << If m'lady would be kind enough to page her last pose? >> Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << But of course. And, pardon me, but... do you have any Grey Poupon? ;) >> Lysseth> This is the way, step inside. Or so Tebrelth wishes. Silence swims in a pool of glowy green dreams, beneath its depths the forgotten streams as the young brown follows Lysseth -- the evening star over Telgar's Weyr this night. And on the walls, shadows play twilight souls, their anguished ways lost adrift over severed seas and Tebrelth waits for Lysseth to come to him. Leonine wings stretch, glistening talons strive to pull the virescent beauty towards him, his tawny ribbed tail arcing, wishing to snare and entwine with that of Lysseth's sleek form. The not so silent spirit soaring before him in her full beauty, and with her eyes, the Reachian brown cannot fade yet, even though he may wish to rest. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth peeks. Lyss, you're too weird. Lysseth> Kvasith sidles as close as he can, finding her with in a near reach he juts his wing out attempting to foul her wing with his which would snag her to his side. He knows it would be a wonder should he catch her. The glimmering green goddess is all he yearned and hoped for. Le 'Rrrrrrrow. Lysseth> Fueled by blood...that of the herdbeasts he savaged, and the ichor coursing in his veins, Sioneth finds a reserve of strength. He twists his wings, furling, spinning in the sky like a top, ignoring the ploys of the others still chasing. His eyes are awhirl, in passion for Lysseth's brilliant beauty, as he extends his wings, attempting to join in her soaring freedom. Oh, dear. It's comical--after all that glaring, fuming, smouldering, etcetera, the only word for Kassi's expression now is befuddled. Oh, dear, indeed--how does she always wind up in these messes? Swallowing, she flicks hair back from her eyes and continues to stand as defiantly as she can. Not that this is saying much at this point, but isn't it the thought that counts? Aurian leans her head back and thuds her head repeatedly against the wall. Heat and lust and all sorts of things are getting to her again. Why stand defiantly, when one can sit? That's one thing V'hryn has down pat. How to sit. Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Not only that, but I have Creature In the Wood stuck in my head. 'And should you chance to hear me sing, my tree will grow our wedding ring....' Cool song. Anyway! Y'all have been a *ton* of fun, and your posetry is fantastic. You're sadists, all of you, and I'm not sure whether to hug you or smack you. ;) >> Lysseth> She streaks up towards he moons, this willow wand so fair. And after her flies Nraith intent on being there. For soon she's soon to tire and catch her someone shal. And love between them will exist although not quite e-ter-nal. His neck it stretches forward, his limbs do grope and reach, his tail snakes out to catch her, with his body he doth beseech. If force of will were speed, his motion would be great and surely Lysseth Green would be this Bronzie's date... Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth would think hugged, after why Vah had to go through before ;) Dragon> Tebrelth bespoke Flight with << Why? Maybe *what* fits better. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth thanks Lysseth and everybody else for the great time! :) Dragon> Flight sense that Kvasith chuckles. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth smoochies Lyss lots though. I always have fun at your flights, even if I've only attended two! A'lex shivers in antici.... pation. Waiting for the outcome of this event. Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << Same here >> Lysseth> Lysseth is fate's captor, and its slave... it gives and takes all she might crave--freedom, taken; that is inevitable now, for before she can truly reach the silver spheres whose cold chill could surely douse even the fire that burns within her blood, her wings begin to burn much more fiercely. Like those of Icarus, they lose power with every inch moved nearer to the heavens... and with a shriek of denial, the shriek of the betrayed, she levels out to coast for but a moment. Only a moment. No eternity that seems like a moment, this; no three million Turns passing in seeming seconds while she sleeps in stasis... but a New York minute turned into an eternity. Will she escape? Will she be captured? Will sheep put in an appearance? Will Shawn regain the use of his right hand? Will Johnny ever love? Will Lysseth ever stop asking questions? Will Tebrelth be surprised by the fact that, while she was pondering, a traitorous thermal seems to have blown her off-course and within reach of his wings? Eeep! She always *knew* that thinking was a dangerous pastime! Lysseth> Nraith roars in disappointment and drops to the bowl, no longer rhyming. Lysseth> Nraith flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl. Dragon> Flight sense that Tebrelth gapes. Dragon> Flight sense that Sioneth congratulates Tebrelth! Woohoo! Lysseth> Kvasith bugles his dismay and drops like a weary rock. Dragon> Virroth bespoke Flight with << Woowoo! Congrats, Tebrelth! >> Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Woo hoo Tele!! >> Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth hahs! Surprise, Lace Boy! ;) Dragon> Kvasith bespoke Flight with << have fun >> Lysseth> Kvasith flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl. Lysseth> Sioneth roars his frustration and glides downward. Lysseth> Sioneth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl. Dragon> Tebrelth bespoke Flight with << Lyss! *snickers* >> A'lex swears, glares and heads for the door. A'lex leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl. Jayna follows A'lex, with a last look behind at Kassima. Aurian stumbles out grabbing her jacket, "Ugh..." Aurian leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl. Jayna leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl. Telgar Weyr> A'lex woo hoos and survived another Kassi-flight! V'hryn's eyes widen very very very wide. This isn't how it was s'posed to end! Was it? Then again, how was it meant to end? Stay tuned same bat time, same bat channel. Telgar Weyr> J'lyn is totally glad that Lorieth is a green.... Lysseth> Over the skies and sea Tebrelth flew, over the sky and sea riding the crest of the winds above, bringing Lysseth back to him. Into the starlit sea, into the moolit sea he goes. Tawny ribbed tail twining with that of green as Tebrelth croons to the green, fanning his leonine wings wide to slow themselves. Charmed by this light, the not so sombre guidance of her eyes do entice and final moments never arise as he leads her down.