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Lysseth's First Flight


Date:  May 10, 1996
Place:  Benden Weyr's Living Cavern, Northern Bowl, Southern Bowl,
Feeding Grounds, 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.

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Kassi's Note:  Curse thee, O nbci.com, for hosing my original copy of
this log.  I have no idea what this note used to say, so forgive me if
it's changed radically. :)  This was--as the title suggests--Lysseth's
first flight, and an important event in Kassi's life; I couldn't leave
it unposted, even though in retrospect I'm not all that thrilled with
my RP throughout.  The chasers, however, were for the most part very
good--kudos, guys. :)  Most of the riders involved still have my 
undying gratitude for coming to my debut flight and making it a fun 
experience. :)  At the beginning of the log, Lysseth is perched in the 
Northern Bowl, and poses seen from her perspective take place there.

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The Log:

Jazmin walks in from the bowl.

Kassima looks up, startled, then realizes it's just Jazmin and settles back
into a reasonable facsimile of calm.

Jazmin heads for the klah with a nod for Kassi.

Benden Weyr> K'ti wonders... Hey Kassi?

Kassima watches Jazmin head for the klah and decides, what the heck, she
just has to ask. "Is there really blood in M'kla's klah?"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Yeah, K'ti?"

Benden Weyr> Caitria blinks at Kassi's question in the LC.

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "How do you like to handle pro's in your flights?
None? Free? To Lys, or to Flights?"

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Isn't it a bit early to be asking? :}"

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Sorry? Huh?"

R'val walks in from the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "To flights is preferrable, I think. And it's a
perfectly reasonable question, Tria. :)"

R'val walks in with Caitria and waves, "Evening, everyone."

Caitria walks in from the bowl.

Salless stirs the stew to make sure it doesn't burn.

Benden Weyr> K'ti wants to know.. if she doesn't want pros... then I prolly
won't go. I odn't do well if Jaralth's quieted.

Jazmin peers at her freshly poured mug of klah and considers, "Never seen
her bleed things into the pot.." she comments.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa grrrrs. Kassi, your dragon's name drives me mad. :)

Caitria blinks at Jazmin's words, and shakes her head slightly.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Well, pros would be all right if you don't want
to go on +flight instead. Either way's fine by me. *Grins at an Alyssa.*"

Benden Weyr> K'ti is best with her poetry and emotions... though generally
she prefers sending them directly to the effected dragon.. especially since
there are *some* idiots who ruin the moment with undesired comments.

R'val smiles at Jazmin wryly, "Evenign, Jazmin."

Benden Weyr> R'val thinks going on +flight makes more sense ;)

Benden Weyr> K'ti however, thinks that none of those idiots are at this weyr.

Kassima ohs, looking disappointed. "Someone said it looked red the other
day, so I was hoping... ach, nevermind." She moodily stares out into space,
sipping her cider and for once not mentioning its unsatisfactory temperature.

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "it does, R'val.. very much so, however, no one
gets off +Flights, and there are a few jerks that sit on there and make
rude comments on style during the flight."

R'val sits down with TRia, "Want something to drink?" He asks her.

Jazmin laughs, "You can always add your own y'know." she plunks herself
down with a wave to R'val and Tria, "Get a nice fresh steak and drip some in."

Benden Weyr> R'val nods. That doesn't happen often tho, I think.

R'val wavse, grinning, "Evening, Jazmin."

Caitria nods slightly, taking a seat as well. "I think I'd rather avoid the
klah, though." She nods a greeting to the others in the room.

Benden Weyr> K'ti has it happen every single time she uses +flights for
poetry, R'val.

Kassima sighs. "I could, 'cept tunnelsnake ichor isn't to my taste,
herdbeast blood would be a waste of a beast, Lyss doesn't want to go
fishing, and I don't want to overhunt the wherry flocks."

Aphrael walks in from the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Kassima can certainly believe that, K'ti, sad though it is.

Benden Weyr> R'val blinks. Poetry? What's poetry got to do with a flight? :)

Caitria purses her lips, her jaw tightening for a moment. "I appreciate
that, Kassi," she says finally, her tone almost mild.

Jazmin considers, "Ask in the kitchen.. they might have some nice raw roast
with some blood on it still."

Benden Weyr> K'ti nods.. "Once I had someone make 'snorting laughter' each
time I posed something to it... made me just want to leave the game and not
finish."

Lysseth> Lysseth swivels her head about to growl at Prefeth, hissing a
warning.

Benden Weyr> Caitria can see why, K'ti. That's /really/ rude.

Aphrael yawns, looking rather tired as she wanders in, waving in general
and heading for the klah pot.

Caitria glances at Jazmin. "What /are/ you talking about?" She had to ask,
yup.

Kassima shrugs. "No reason to take more than I need. If I want to kill
something, I can hunt tunnelsnakes, which is more fun anyway."

Lysseth> Prefeth peers absently over at Lysseth. Whats with -her-? He
blinks, peering a little closer, then curls up comfortably away from the
green.

Benden Weyr> K'ti makes what she calls 'posetry' or 'emotiontry' during
flights. It's.. easier seen than described.. but pro's that are, well,
goading the green... trying to urge her *HIS* direction.. that are
flattering and full of imagry, as well as backed by the emotions roiling in
him during the flight. They come out very poetic normally.

Jazmin glances over to Caitria, "Blood in klah." she answers calmly.

Caitria looks a bit appeased by Kassi's words, and nods. She blinks at
Jazmin. "Is this a rider thing, then?"

Jazmin chuckles, "A proddy rider thing."

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Uhm. Oh, I see."

Aphrael blinks, startled. She almost spills the klah she's pouring out.
"Hrm? Blood in the klah?" She peers down at the mug.

Kassima considers this, then shakes her head. "Nah. Fresh blood is the only
stuff suitable." She eyes her own arm consideringly for a moment, then
shakes her head. That would be going a *bit* too far.

Benden Weyr> N'fan doesn't do any of that. Guess that's why I lose all the
time. Most of the time I can't even visualize what's going on. Spatial
relationships, all that kinda stuff. I need to have that in my mind if I'm
gonna get into it.

Benden Weyr> K'ti tries to remember the last person at Benden who got to
see it....

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Right before Juliath's flight, K'ti?"

Fashaylan walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Jazmin shakes her head to Aphrael, "Not currently, we're discussing
potentially additng it to a mug."

Caitria ahhhs to Jaz..

Benden Weyr> Aphrael saw some of it, yeah, onthe bdw channel. :)

Lysseth> Spineth backwings for a landing.

Fashaylan skips in, kitten in one hand, redfruit in another.

Kassima nods at Aph. "Aye. You needn't worry, there isn't any in there...
more's the pity." She gives a long-suffering sigh.

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "Before, during.. up until she's caught normally.
It's my stronger point.. since I ran out of poses of 'where I'm going and
how I'm flying' a long time ago."

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "but it doesn't help me win flights more often...
far from it."

Aphrael sets down the pot carefully. "Ah.." She replies to Jazmin, then
shrugs as she picks up her mug and heads over to a seat.

Lysseth> Ursa climbs carefully down with the assistance of Spineth's
extended forelimb.

Benden Weyr> Kassima has always thought the point of flights is to have
fun--I like to watch 'em, just because 1) They're entertaining, and 2) You
occasionally get to see a cot fly through the sky during one. If you have
fun doing it, K'ti, then if I were you I'd keep it up. :)

Lysseth> Ursa hops down and slaps Spineth good naturedly on the haunches,
strolling off witha grin on her face.

Caitria grins slightly at the boy.

Benden Weyr> Caitria blinks. Cot?

Ursa walks in from the bowl.

Lysseth> Prefeth rumbles a greeting to Spineth.

Lysseth> Chaeth warbles.

R'val looks up and grins, waving, 'Hey Ursa."

Benden Weyr> Kassima grins. Yep. I saw one fly through the air during
Merinth's, I think it was... wild. :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria starts giggling...and makes a note to remember that,
for her rider alt.

Benden Weyr> K'ti likes doing it because it's a creative outlet for her..
she misses her storytelling and songs like she used to do.

Ursa strolls in, thumping her gloves against her leg in an absent rhythm,
and waves. "Evening."

Benden Weyr> K'ti giggles.. and gets a half idea that when she gets her
game back she's gonna name a Hatchling 'Coth'.

R'val grins, "Hey Ursa."

Lysseth> Spineth rumbles, a low, almost musical rumble of greetings.

Kassima glances around the room, none too happy about all these people
being here. She surreptitiously slides one hand over her cider mug. No
one's going to steal *her* cider from her, no way no how.

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Good day."

Ursa snitches herself a redfruit and slips into a chair with a friendly
grin. "Hey, R'val. What's new?"

Lysseth> Lysseth grumbles and glares at all the dragons in the bowl,
getting up and edging herself farther away so that she can sharpen her
claws in solitude.

Aphrael waves over at Ursa absently, studiously being intent on her klah, yep.

R'val grins at Ursa,' Nothing much Ursa, how're you doing?"

Caitria grins slightly to Ursa as she sips her juice, casting the odd
glance towards Kassi.

Ursa shrugs. "Not bad." She takes an enoooooourmous bite of redfruit.
"How're you?"

Caitria gives the kitten a lookover, then nods slightly, with a smile.

Rommy races after a passing drudges boot laces, before finding a riders'
laces are really fun to play with.

Fashaylan grins at Rommy, before snacking on his 'fruit.

Kassima folds up her legs and sits on them, even though her boots don't
have laces on them. Can't be too careful. With a sigh, she snares herself a
meatroll and busies herself with chopping it into itty bitty pieces.

Caitria sips her juice and watches Kassi for a moment. She opens her mouth,
then closes it. Maybe it's best not to know.

Aphrael glances over at Tria, and decides not to order bovine stew tonight,
instead getting some hot meatrolls.

Fashaylan giggles in childish delight as he lets Rommy play with his
dangling laces while his feet swing back and forth.

Caitria catches Aph's glance and gives her an inquiring look.

R'val nudges Caitria gently and offers her a glass of wine. He grins
crookedly, "Mark for your thoughts?"

Kassima glances over at Tria, annoyed. There's someone looking at her
again. She peers at herself to make sure she didn't get wine all over her
shirt or something, and seeing nothing, shrugs.

Benden Weyr> K'nan peers down at the LC...think I'll stay up on watchrider
duty where it's safe. ;)

Aphrael smiles at Tria. "Nice meatrolls." She murmers.

Caitria takes the glass with a smile of thanks. "Just...thinking about the
herd...t'would be nice to get some better dairy stock up here." She
chuckles at Aph. "Um...if I'd made them, I'd thank you."

Ursa finally notices all the people casting glances at Kassi, and glances
her way herself. And then her broad smile fades a little, becoming more of
a plastic smile.

Benden Weyr> Fashaylan checks the +flights, and sees 3 Benden greens on the
docket for the next week or two.

Benden Weyr> Caitria blinks. Nice meatrolls. First time anyone's ever said
/that/ to me.

Benden Weyr> Aphrael hees and Tria :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima ooohs at Ursa. Did you get some of those big fake
plastic lips that do plastic smiles? :)

Benden Weyr> Aphrael makes that at.

Lysseth> Jaralth backwings for a landing.

Benden Weyr> Caitria grins.

Benden Weyr> Aphrael clears her throat and nudges Kassi. "We wont tell
K'nan what we did to the watchrider, then.."

Benden Weyr> Ursa models them for ya'll. aren't they so nice and...
plastic? :)

Lysseth> Jaralth flicks his wings and tucks them away with a rumbling purr
of a sound. Quite, well, amused it seems.

Aphrael smiles a bit brighter and nodnods! She glances surrupticiously over
at Kassi, then quickly away..

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "You don't mean *that* Aph..?"

Benden Weyr> Kassima thinks it'll be obvious what happened to the
watchrider once K'nan sees him, Aph... or what's left of him....

Fashaylan watches the ladies all looking at each other, and smiling funny,
and purses his lips before trying one of those meatrolls, as they seem to
be popular, "Ummm..."

Benden Weyr> K'nan . o 0 (Poor Thiva...)

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Just leave F'nar's father alone. :)"

Kassima's gaze flickers between Aph and Ursa. "What are you looking at?"
she nearly snaps at them.

Benden Weyr> Kassima erms... sure we did--I mean, will--Alyssa.... :)

Benden Weyr> Aphrael hees at K'ti. I didnt order all this torture gear for
nothing. Had to test it out on -someone-!

Lysseth> Chiloth backwings for a landing.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa forgets his name...Gelth's lifemate. :)

Benden Weyr> Aphrael says, "M'nar? :)"

Benden Weyr> Alyssa sighs. Of course. :)

Benden Weyr> K'ti chuckles, "Figured as much, Aph... and here I wanted to
watch.

Ursa speaks levelly, "Meatrolls." She nods, a shallow, terse nod, before
turning away.

Lysseth> T'garrick unfastens his riding straps.

Lysseth> T'garrick  jumps easily down from Chiloth's ceder brown back.

Caitria smiles at Fashaylan. "What's your kitten's name, then?"

T'garrick walks in from the bowl.

Salless glances up as the wingleader of Dawnslight enters and snorts
cheerfully.

Benden Weyr> Fashaylan looks childishly confused, and shrugs.

Benden Weyr> K'nan thought that that was what he was for, Aph? ;)

T'garrick walks in, tired eyes shadowed and thoughtful.

Aphrael peers over at Kassi, trying to appear calm. "Just watching the
kitten." She points past Kassi.

R'val glances up and salutes T'garric with a smile.

Fashaylan looks up at Caitria, and smiles so you notice the missing front
tooth, "His name's Rommy."

Benden Weyr> Aphrael likes to test it out first so she can be sure she has
all the settings right, K'nan dear. ;)

Kassima arches one eyebrow. "You're looking at meatrolls?" she says in
obvious disbelief, then glances down at what she's doing and starts to
laugh. Picking up a shredded piece of meatroll, she squishes it into a pulp
for no apparent reason and then goes back to chopping.

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Oh, okay. ;)"

Caitria nods. "That's a good name." She reaches down and wiggles her
fingers, trying to attract the kitten's attention. "Looks like you take
good care of him, too."

R'val watches Kassima only momentarily then glances towards Ursa, 'How're
you doing, Ursa?" he grins at her.

T'garrick smiles back, then sits down at a table as if beat.

Ursa grabs R'val's arm suddenly and pulls him close to her, whispering
urgently in his ear.

Kassima hmmms. "Kitten?" she asks, unconsciously licking her lips. "Bet
it's someone's pet, though...."

R'val leans into Ursa, listening closely.

Fashaylan nods, "Me an my foster mum feed him real good ev'ry day, and he
likes to play with strings and stuff."

Aphrael grins, and nods. "Yah, pity. Or you'd have to fight Prefeth for
it." She murmers softly.

Caitria's attention *snaps* to Kassi. She watches the greenrider for a long
moment, then turns back to Fashaylan. "I'll bet he does," she says, with a
smile. "Kittens are pretty playful." Gee...she's not a Master Herder for
nothing, eh? ;)

Rommy sniffs carefully at the lady's fingers, and then licks them with his
rough tongue, and rubbing his mussed fur against her wrist.

Kassima sighs remorsefully. "Indeed... or Lysseth. She's mighty curious as
to what felines taste like." All of this is said in a quiet tone that's
rather surprising, since Kassi usually isn't tactful enough to lower her
voice these days. She gives her friend a crooked, humorless grin, then
stares at her table.

Ursa bites her lip and then hisses in R'val's ear again, her arm gesturing
urgently towards the sky. She mutters to R'val, "... don't have... time to
be... I... you think I'd..." 

Fashaylan ignores or seems not to notice the strange tone of Kassima's
voice, "Why would anyone wanna eat a fe...feline. What's a feline?"

Caitria lowers her gaze to the kitten, grinning slightly as she smooths his
fur. "Friendly little one, aren't you?" she murmurs. She glances briefly at
R'val and Ursa, unable to miss overhearing part of their conversation.

Kassima points one finger at the kitten. "That's a feline," she says
matter-of-factly. "Best keep it away from some of the dragons hereabouts."

R'val frowns thoughtfully and glances at Ursa levelly, then speaks quietly,
He mutters to Ursa, "... can't... from every... Ursa, someday,
Spineth'll... to... if... away from... blame you... you... you... time." 

Aphrael smiles and nods. "Perhaps they should go on a hunting trip one day.."

Rommy purrs the broken purr of a rather young kitten, and rubs some more.

Lysseth> Alyssa walks here from the south.

Kassima's eyes twinkle. "So long as they let me in on the fun, I've no
objections to that."

Caitria looks between the riders. "You're not serious, are you?" She
continues to pet the kitten, looking more than a little disturbed.

Fashaylan blinks, "Oh...I just call him Rommy. Oh, he likes to chase dragon
tails."

Kassima raises one eyebrow. "About which, the dragons eating a feline, or
me eating one? If the dragons, aye, I'm quite serious. It's happened
before. If me, then I wouldn't eat anyone's pet."

Aphrael nods emphatically, glad to not be the subject of her glare. "Oh, of
course. Maybe we could go to one of the Holds.. uh, that might not be good
actually." She looks over at Tria and nods. "Of course we are."

Lysseth> Alyssa waves to the Igen dragon that dropped her off and grins as
she looks around the bowl at her friends, calling to each softly and
pausing to rub a hand over each, beginning with Chiloth, who is closest.
She eyes Lysseth a little worriedly, however, and decides to keep her
distance.

Caitria swallows several comments, from her expression, only saying, "Mind
you avoid the wild felines, then, Kassi. They're dangerous." Her expression
also suggests that, maybe, she thinks Kassi could handle them...at least,
right now. She can say a lot with a look.

Lysseth> Lysseth eyes the dragonhealer with mistrust, curling her tail
around her claw-sharpening rock with a warning rumble.

Fashaylan screws up his freckled face in an attempt to comprehend the
meaning of Kassima's words, and his eyes widen, as he scoops up his
complaining kitten and tucks him inside his tunic.

Lysseth> Prefeth warbles softly to Alyssa.

Lysseth> Jaralth lifts up his head and yawwwwwns widely.

Lysseth> Vidarth rumbles in Alyssa's direction, keeping his gaze on Lysseth.

Ursa swallows before she replies, unaware that she's raised her voice. "I
know I can't escape them all, but I can escape this one!" Her voice has a
tight, tense edge to it, and she all but knocks over her chair as she rises.

Lysseth> Alyssa mutters to herself, "Oh, dear..." as she smiles and calls
softly to Prefeth and Jaralth, then Vidarth, still rubbing Chiloth's FAR
flank.

Kassima gives a thin-lipped smile. "I'm not a total scattershell, Tria. If
I go hunting wild feline, I'll take every precaution--I've no intent of
turning from hunter to hunted."

R'val grips Ursa's shoulder calmingly, "Ursa...don't get too upset over it.
'He murmurs, "but this would be a good one to get away from."

Benden Weyr> Kassima @thwaps a R'val. :P :)

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "S'true ;)"

Lysseth> Chiloth rumbles merrily at Alyssa, his eyes swirling blue.

Benden Weyr> Aphrael whees as all the male riders in the weyr run. ;)

Lysseth> Jaralth greets Alyssa's call with an 'hhhhhhhhnnnnnnng' sound of a
croon.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Stop trying to get rid of the competition,
steakrider. ;)"

Caitria shakes her head slightly. "Even taking precautions, they're
dangerous. We had one captured at the BeastHall, right before I made
journeyman. The apprentice who caught it had been studying wild felines,
and he was still injured. It's best to stay /away/."

Fashaylan glances at all the ladies with tempers and interesting senses of
humor, and slides over on the bench to an unobtrusive corner.

Benden Weyr> Caitria chuckles.

Benden Weyr> K'ti icly goes to take a bath.. a hot soak, yyes, that's what
I need... (don't think of it lug)

Ursa gives R'val a tight-lipped smile, then speeds her way out of the bowl,
leaving her redfruit on the table.

Aphrael frowns thoughtfully. "Now that's an idea. I wonder if we couldnt go
hunting in the southern continent for some felines. They wouldnt be as
tasty as the ones here though..."

Ursa walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Lysseth> Alyssa rubs Chiloth's brown hide and murmurs to him, "Looks like
Lysseth is a little...proddy?" Then, slapping him affectionately, she
strides toward the living cavern.

Alyssa walks in from the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa aiee! She's in HERE. ;)

Kassima inclines her head. "Well, I certainly wouldn't get close to one,"
she says with a mild snort. "Besides, they're really too gamey to be worth
the trouble, or so I've heard." Glancing up as Ursa leaves, she frowns,
puzzled. "What's her problem?" she mutters to herself.

Benden Weyr> N'fan thinks K'ti has a good idea..

Fashaylan bouncies down, "Lys! She's gonna let her dragon eat Rommy."

R'val sits back down by Tria and speaks to her quietly.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Be afraid. Be very afraid. ;)"

Caitria shakes her head at Aph's words, then nods to Kassi. "Good." She
smiles a faint greeting to Alyssa, then shakes her head to Fashaylan. "No
she won't, dear."

Benden Weyr> Caitria grins and snugs Aly.

Caitria nods to R'val. "Can't say that I blame her," she comments dryly.

Benden Weyr> K'ti oohs and looks tempted to invite N'fan up for it ;)

Alyssa pauses in the entrance to stomp snow off of her boots, peering in
Fashaylan's direction and returning Tria's wave with a questioning gaze.

Benden Weyr> K'nan hmmmmmms.

Benden Weyr> N'fan doesn't think he's much of a temptation..

T'garrick exhales softly, and looks up from a congeling bowl of stew he
managed to procure for himself. "Good evening."

Benden Weyr> Kassima tosses K'ti one of her sacrificial knives. "Use it in
good health." :)

Benden Weyr> K'ti hangs her swimsuit over the ledge's edge to tempt N'fan.

Benden Weyr> Caitria grins, imagining a maitre'd standing at the door to
the LC. "All right, will that be proddy or non-proddy?" With all the
upcoming greenflights here...sheesh!

Benden Weyr> N'fan does a double-take..

Benden Weyr> Aly hehs at Caitria.

Fashaylan runs toward's Lys and you hear muffled mews coming from the bulge
in his tunic.

Caitria smiles faintly to Alyssa, her glance moving briefly towards Kassi
and Aph.

Benden Weyr> N'fan snickers. :)

Kassima glances at Aph and just gives a bewildered shrug.

Benden Weyr> Aly says, "Proddy greenriders aren't that fun. I like a
greenrider with his or her full wits. :)"

Benden Weyr> K'nan still has his full wits. :P

Alyssa smiles faintly at T'garrick and, as she tugs off the thick gloves
that she wears when riding, almost collides with her weyrmates's son.
"Fash, love, what's wrong?"

Aphrael watches the boy with the kitten, smiling at something she hears.
She looks over at Kassi and shrugs back.

Benden Weyr> Aly says, "K'nan, don't give me straight lines that are so
easy. :)"

Benden Weyr> P'tran is often at his wits end, but that's another story :)

Fashaylan looks a bit put out, "Do dragons eat fe...um...kittens?"

Lal wakes up from what must have been a veeeery long nap. She starts.
"Shards n' wherry bits!"

Benden Weyr> K'nan enjoys it, though. ;)

Benden Weyr> K'ti goes over to..oh, she doeesn't need to nude sunbathe on
her ledge to tempt N'fan over.

Benden Weyr> Kassima never has any wits, much less full ones. I sacrificed
them all in my attempts to create a new kind of cereal, but Shredded Wits
just didn't work out that well. :)

Benden Weyr> N'fan hrms. Maybe I arrived too soon?

Alyssa coughs at the question and sits down near T'garrick. Regarding
Fashaylan for a long pause, she cannot answer anyway but truthfully. "Some
do. But if you keep the kitten inside, you'll be fine."

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "Should have been selling them as 'a box of clue
crunchies.""

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "But my wits are clueless, so that would violate
truth in advertising. :)"

Benden Weyr> Fashaylan offers the weyrleader his choice of frog or snake to
hold. ;)

Benden Weyr> Caitria starts giggling at "clue crunchies", and can't stop. I
hate finals week. :P

Fashaylan looks a little more put out, but sighs, and murmurs at the lump
in his tunic, "Gotta...careful...dragons...yummy."

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "Call your company 'clue' and then you'll be fine
Kassi... like the Genuine Diamond thing ;)"

Kassima sighs, picking up the shredded meatroll bits and nibbling at them
unenthusiastically. Occasionally, she tries to squeeze a bit of blood from
one into her cider, but these are cooked meatrolls so that doesn't work too
well.

Alyssa mutters to Caitria, "Let... guess. Kassima's... proddy?"

Caitria nods to Alyssa. "Ayup. Verymuchso."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa muahahas at that mutter. Came out perfectly, and no <>
used either. :)

T'garrick says unenthusiasticly. "Dragons get proddy. Their riders
get...difficult at times."

Benden Weyr> Caitria hi-5's Alyssa. I love it when that happens.

Lal raises an eyebrow, clearly heeding T'garrick's words.

Alyssa smiles at T'garrick, patting his arm. "Where's Selenay?"

Kassima looks up at mention at her name and eyes Alyssa. "So you've decided
to start talking about me behind my back too," she says angrily, then just
snorts and turns away.

Benden Weyr> T'lar waves

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "T'lar...hide!"

Lal squints. "Oh dear. She eyes Kassima."

T'garrick says "Healer hall again. Something about analyzing the properties
on some new southern species. Or something."

Benden Weyr> Kassima throws waffles, knives, etc. at T'lar. :)

Benden Weyr> T'lar snugga Aph and hides behind her.

Benden Weyr> K'nan kicks T'lar outta his hiding spot. ;)

Alyssa sighs and nods to T'garrick as she draws Fashaylan to a seat beside
her, choosing (rather wisely for her) not to try to correct Kassima. "I was
just at Healer Hall but didn't see her. Shells."

Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Heh, K'nan. I was trepassing."

Benden Weyr> Aphrael eeps and pushes T'lar towards Kassi. "Take him first!"

Caitria shakes her head slightly. She mutters to R'val, "... this... she...
to..." 

Benden Weyr> K'nan pushes too. ;)

Benden Weyr> Kassima pthbts at Aph. "You know bluerider sacrifices are
worth more proddypoints!"

Benden Weyr> Caitria snuggaAly, and groans at her boring mutter.

Benden Weyr> Kenai wonders if that's happy sigh or sad sigh ?

Fashaylan settles in, still murmuring to his tunic.

Benden Weyr> K'ti pouts at Kassi... hey? I thought you were on my side?

R'val mutters to Caitria, "She... know this... It's her... being proddy
SHe'll... time.... it... goes."

Benden Weyr> Aphrael isnt willing to give herself up yet Kassi. ;)

Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Aph, you sticking around for the fiasco, er,
flight."

Benden Weyr> Aphrael hopes so! :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Well, K'ti, I do have a few more blueriders to
sacrifice before I get to you. Don't worry about it. :)"

Lysseth> P'tran tucks some hides under his arm and heads quickly across the
bowl, thinking to himself.

Caitria frowns slightly. She mutters to R'val, "Doesn't seem... know...
but...well, don't... try..." 

P'tran walks in from the bowl.

Salless tells her girls to look sharp when the weyrleader walks in.

Lysseth> Nicoth backwings for a landing.

Lysseth> T'lar slides precipitously down from Nicoth's back.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Can you leave F'nar for the last, please?"

P'tran gives a brief nod as he comes in, some hides tucked under one arm.
"EVening," he says quickly before heading over to the klah pot

T'lar walks in from the bowl.

Fashaylan drops Rommy and scuttle off after the kitten, who wiggles under
the tapestry to the bowl, "No go out there! They'll eat ya. Oh, fe...umm
kittens. How fustratin'"

Lal waves to newcomers.

Fashaylan walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Kassima hmmmms. "Well, probably, Alyssa. I don't think I've
got any other blueriders scheduled to be last." :)

Caitria looks up from her conversation with R'val, nodding to the newcomers.

T'lar pauses and looks around the room. "Hi, Alyssa. Welcome back!" He
smiles and waves to the others he knows.

Aphrael salutes P'tran, then waves to T'lar, watching the kitten closely as
it dashes outside.

Benden Weyr> Aphrael sighs and idles.

R'val sighs, He mutters to Caitria, "... someone should.... P'tran..." 

Alyssa calls a soft greeting to P'tran as she stands and sheds her riding
jacket, laying it down near her helmet and gloves. "Evening, T'lar. This is
just another overnight visit; Barrith's wing tear opened again, so I came
to check on him."

Lysseth> Lysseth finishes clawing her rock to death and snatches another
one, guarding it jealously as she runs her talons along it with a rather
loud shrieking noise.

Caitria glances at P'tran for a moment, then nods at R'val. "I know /I/
wouldn't want to try," she murmurs.

T'lar looks over at Kassima nervously. He moves over to P'tran. "Evening,
sir."

R'val nods to Caitria, and mutters, "I have no intention of doing it myself."

P'tran glances over to Alyssa as she speaks. He takes the hides and places
them on a table to free his arms so that he can pour himself a mug of klah.

Caitria smiles faintly. "Very wise, yes."

P'tran nods in response to greetings.

Kassima chop-chop-chops the meat bits, even though they've been cut so many
times that they're nearly powdered by now. Other than that, she just
glowers sullenly at the room in general.

R'val nods respectfully to the weyrleader before aiming a tired smile at
TRia, "He'll chase, Vidarth will. Always does>"

Benden Weyr> Alyssa admits she also came to watch the Kassima bloodfest. :)

Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Lysseth with << I have foun.. in the time I lived
at Ista, that scraping through sand creates much sharper claws than using a
rock, and falls apart much more satisfyingly. >>

Benden Weyr> Kassima grins and hopes you find the bloodfest entertaining,
Alyssa. :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria grins.

T'garrick gets up. "No...Any night but tonight. I don't care if it meants
we sleep on top of Whitecap mountain, I'm not going to let you. Tomorrow,
or the next day. Not today."

T'garrick abruptly stands, uncharacteristically ignoring P'tran, his eyes
unfocused as he speaks to empty air.

P'tran hmms? at T'gar briefly as he pours his klah.

Caitria nods slightly. She mutters to R'val, "... sympathies,..."  She
blinks at T'gar, hoping she's missed something.

T'garrick says ".....Let's go...."

Lysseth> Jaralth senses that Lysseth rumbles irascibly. << But if you don't
get a suitably sized piece, how could it fall apart? It would just run
through my talons. >>

T'garrick turns and heads out of the cavern.

T'garrick walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

T'lar stands back from T'garrick.

Alyssa eyes T'garrick a little worriedly as he leaves, sighing.

Dragon> Chiloth bespoke Benden dragons with << My rider never lets me do
anything fun. >>

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Benden dragons with << Your rider seems tired. >>

R'val glances after T'garric and mutters, "Lucky man."

Lal looks supremely confused, then mutters "riders" before she goes about
sitting and brooding.

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Benden dragons with <<  We'll miss you. >>

Lysseth> T'garrick comes out and shakes his head. "Let's go."

Lysseth> T'garrick  swings himself up to settle on the Brown's broad back
and into the riding straps with practiced ease.

Benden Weyr> Kassima eyes her clock. "One hour, twenty minutes, and
counting. Run while you can." ;)

Benden Weyr> Caitria chuckles.

T'lar walks on over to where P'tran is sitting. "Excuse me, P'tran."

P'tran takes a sip of his klah and watches T'gar leave rather abruptly with
a curious look on his face, then shrugs slightly to himself. He picks up
the hides again.

Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Chiloth grumble-rumbles a little bit.

P'tran hmms? "Yes, T'lar."

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Run? I'm a glutton for punishment ;)"

Benden Weyr> T'lean burries himself in his weyr

Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Lysseth with << Some sands stick together... like a
rock but sand colored. <image sent here> that doesn't act like rock. >>

Caitria glances at the miner apprentice, then gives her a slight,
sympathetic smile.

Lal chuckles at Caitria.

Lysseth> Jaralth senses that Lysseth cocks her head. << Where is this rock? >>

T'lar removes something from his pouch and hands it to P'tran. "I, uh,
wanted you to have this."

Lysseth> Chiloth stirs fitfully, and then spreads his wings to launch, up
and away.

Lysseth> Chiloth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

P'tran looks curiously at what T'lar is trying to give him and finds he has
to set down the hides again.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Jaralth images a place down by the lake,
seemingly near where there's a sandy spot. He also images a place near Ista
that has larger pieces.

Kassima looks up now and then from her meat mutilation, watching the other
occupants of the room warily.

The fighting wing patch has been crafted of sturdy hide. The surface has
been carved and dyed into the patch for Thunderbolt Wing. A black dragon
flies in the foreground. It sits atop a bronze thunderbolt that blazes
across a purplish sky. A faint mark in the bottom edge identifies the
leatherworker as T'lar.

Lysseth> Jaralth senses that Lysseth yawns. << I think it is too much
trouble to go down there. Besides, this makes such a satisfying *screech*. >>

You sense a pair of vivid, cautious amethyst eyes on you when the eyes's
owner thinks you're not watching. :)

P'tran ahs and smiles slightly as he looks at the wing patch that T'lar
hands him. "This is very good, T'lar. You made this yourself, then?"

Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Lysseth with <<  Oh, you want screech? Felines are
good for that. >>

Benden Weyr> T'garrick says, "Goodnight, all and sundry!"

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "NIght T'gar."

T'lar says "Yessir, I did. I made some for the other weyrlings after we
graduated. I had one for T'garrick but he, uh, left rather suddenly."

Kassima seems to sense someone staring at her, and straightens slowly,
running her eyes over the room to try and figure out who.

There's only one person in the room with amethyst eyes. On Pern, even, I
think.:)

R'val nudges Tria gently and murmurs in her ear.

P'tran nods to T'lar and takes a glance over at Kassima. "Um, I think I
know why he left ..." He looks back to T'lar. "It came out rather well, I
think."

Lal sheeshes.

Lal says "Th'sagas continue, as th'harpers say."

T'lar says "Thank you." He too glances over at Kassima. "You know. I
thought Meli was bad, but compared to Kassima, she was nice."

Kassima's gaze eventually rests on Alyssa. "All right," she says in a
tightly controlled voice. "Why are you staring at me?"

Caitria smiles faintly at R'val, and nods, glancing briefly at Kassi.
"Wouldn't be surprised at that, not at all." She blinks at T'lar, wincing
and murmuring something about tact. "And I thought /I/ was bad."

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Why, thank you, T'lar. *Grin.*"

P'tran chuckles softly at T'lar. "Well, everyone reacts a little
differently to their dragon's proddiness. And this is her first time as
well, so that has something to do with it."

R'val murmurs to Caitria, "Well.." He grins, speechless.

Alyssa starts at the tense voice bearing down on her. "Excuse me, Kassima?"

Lal mutters to herself "aww....c'mon.."

T'lar nods. "Well, Nicoth is adamant about staying at the weyr tonight so I
guess I should expect to be...occupied with this some time soon."

Kassima clasps her fingers on the table and says evenly, "I know you were
staring at me. What I want to know is why." She seems too preoccupied with
this to notice what T'lar's saying, fortunately for him.

P'tran grins and takes a seat at the table where he placed the hides. He
takes a sip of klah before responding. "Fortunately Laerth is too tired to
give chase if she rises this evening. And from her glow I'd say she's ready."

T'lar smiles wryly. "Maybe then Nicoth will have a chance."

Benden Weyr> Caitria also grins at Kassi's selective hearing. My father's
like that.

A slow flush grows up Alyssa's neck to the very roots of her golden hair.
"I wasn't aware I was staring, Kassima. I was just glancing your way
because you seem to have cha...matured since I left Benden a few months ago."

Benden Weyr> T'lar is glad for that selectiveness.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, I hear fine. But I can only concentrate on
one outrage at a time. ;)"

P'tran smirks and says in a lower voice, "I still think it was a fluke that
Laerth cought Tyrrath that time."

Salless nods at Lal as she orders something.

Salless unlocks the wine cabinet to pour Lal a single goblet of Benden Red.

Lal says "Shards. I need a drink."

Benden Weyr> R'val misses his old medical satchel. And his sedation needles ;)

Kassima purses her lips, then frowns. "I guess that makes sense," she
admits reluctantly. "I just... don't like to have people staring at me. It
seems every time I look up, there's someone else looking at me."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa muahahas and gets away with a Little White Lie with
Kassi. :)

Caitria realizes she's looking at Kassi, and turns her attention back to
her wineglass.

T'lar chuckles and lowers his voice as well, "That or bad luck
Jehrina-wise. We were worried you'd survive that."

R'val Murmurs to Caitria, "Might be wise not to look her way."

Benden Weyr> Kassima grins. It's Kassi's nicer side trying to manifest,
Alyssa--she may not believe you, but if you can think of a good excuse,
she'll let you go. :)

Caitria nods to R'val. "I quite agree."

P'tran grins at T'lar. "Well, I think it helps that Jehrina is expecting
our second child. That tended to take her mind off other things."

Alyssa's smile, tense and tight, grows a little easier as she says
truthfully, "Kassima, a pretty girl like you will get stares. Um, not from
me, mind you," she corrects hurriedly, "at least not for that reason...not
that I was staring...but men might. Um, no, WILL. Men WILL stare at you."

Alyssa bites her lip to stop the babbling.

Melora walks in from the bowl.

R'val hides a laugh by drinking his wine, and nearly chokes.

Caitria can't help but chuckle at Alyssa's words, but gives her an
encouraging grin.

P'tran takes a drink of klah and looks up, giving a nod to Melora. "Evening."

Lal waves. "Hallo Miss Melora!"

Melora comes in quietly. "Evening." She finds an empty seat.

Lal downs a wine.

Kassima does a fair share of staring herself, at Alyssa. Then she starts to
laugh, a humorless sound. "Oh, aye, I'm sure. It's not been a problem
before, so it's not likely to become one." She shrugs and trades her mug of
cider for a glass of wine.

Alyssa's face goes from flushed to pale as she hears Lal call Melora's
name, and, swallowing, she glances this way and that as if seeking out a
hiding place for a very tall woman.

T'lar nods. "Congratulations, by the way. When do you expect the birth?"

Lal blinks.

P'tran grins broadly at T'lar. "Thank you. Well, I believe she's about four
months along, so I'd say sometime in the summer."

Lal says "Oh. More pregnant people."

Caitria grins faintly at Lal, murmuring something about the water.

T'lar smiles. "I'll hope for a healthy child. And a future rider."

Lal giggles. "More wine is in order."

Salless nods at Lal as she orders something.

Melora finds herself a drink of some sort, and some food, and listens
quietly. She glances at P'tran, then takes a sip of her drink.

Salless unlocks the wine cabinet to pour Lal a single goblet of Benden Red.

Alyssa looks up at T'lar's comment, grateful for the distraction. "I'd say,
with their blood, T'lar, a rider is very likely."

P'tran chuckles. "Well, I wouldn't worry about whether he or she will be a
rider. Even with Jehran, it's going to be up to him what he wants to do
with his life."

Alyssa adds with a smile, "I'll hope for a dragonhealer, at least, sir."

P'tran shrugs at Alyssa and then nods. "It's possible, certainly, but I'm
not going to push it."

P'tran grins

T'lar says "I know. I guess you always wish for others that which you wish
for yourself."

Alyssa shrugs and smiles bashfully. "Your offspring will have a healthy
respect and aptitude for working with dragons, sir. Who better to be a
dragonhealer?"

P'tran takes a drink of his klah. "Shards, the baby hasn't eveb been *born*
yet," he says, rolling his eyes. He grins at them to show he's teasing

Caitria grins slightly at P'tran. "So I can't recruit the baby for the
BeastcCraft yet?"

Benden Weyr> Kassima hmmmms. "Hey, Aph, wanna go push watchriders off of
the Star Stones?"

Alyssa giggles a little but does not look ashamed. "Sir, the finest
dragonhealers must be recruited as early as possible, according to Master
Selenay. I'm simply trying to beat the other weyrs," and she winks at
Caitria, "and craft to the punch."

T'lar strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm, maybe a tanner....I know
someone to apprentice the babe to."

P'tran hmms. "Well, if he winds up having an aptitude for it and that's
what he wants to do, why not?"

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "HEY!"

Benden Weyr> Aphrael hees. Sure, K'nan's up there. ;)

Benden Weyr> Kassima muwahahahahas innocently at K'nan. :)

Benden Weyr> K'ti gets a concept for the ultimate prank.... *smiles evily*

Benden Weyr> Kassima knows, Aph. ;)

Melora glances at Alyssa, frowns slightly, then appears to return her
attention to her drink.

Benden Weyr> K'nan whimpers...I'm just trying to do my job.. ;) ;)

Caitria grins at Alyssa. "Aye, mind your step, or I'll snap up all the
Weyr's younglings." She chuckles.

Benden Weyr> R'val Tosses a TARDIS to K'nan, "The key's in my hatband,
escape while you can!!!"

Lal hears tanner. "Oh no! No tanners!"

From her place changing out the klah pots, Salless snorts derisively and
loudly. "Recruitin' babes not yet born. Shards and shells and Faranth's
gold egg..."

Benden Weyr> K'ti  smiles from ear to ear.

T'lar turns to Lal. "And what's wrong with tanners?"

P'tran glances at Salless and chuckles. "I think we might want to wait til
the child is even old enough to think about these things."

Aphrael picks up her now cold meatroll and wanders out towards the bowl.

Aphrael walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Lal says "They're dull. Their healers're eejits. I shoul dknow--I was there
me whole feackin' life I was!"

Lal says "Shards n'dragon droppins, I'm naw goin' back neither."

Lal downs her wine.

P'tran looks over to Lal with an eyebrow slightly raised.

Alyssa feels more than sees Melora's glance over her, and she nervously
smiles to the harper.

T'lar says "My father is hold tanner at Bayhead Hold." He walks over to
where she is seated. "Are you saying he's an 'eegit'?""

P'tran hmms at Lal. "All the crafts are useful to Pern," he states simply

Kassima listens with mild interest to Lal's epithets, about to suggest some
better ones but then closing her mouth with a shrug.

Lal says "I'm sayin' Tannerhall's healers're eejits, sir."

Lal says "Unless they changed since last I left."

Melora glances up, as if to say something, but she is interrupted by a
little firelizard popping in and digging her claws deep into her shoulder.
Wincing, she shoves some food in the firelizard's direction, and mutters
irritably.

R'val glances at Lal and raises an eyebrow.

Caitria says lightly, "Generalizing tends to lead to trouble."

T'lar says "Ahhh. Just checking." He lets the scowl be replaced by a smile.
"I don't know the healer's at the Tannerhall. Never even been there myself.""

Saraya walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Saraya sashays on in smiling. She takes a seat near the kitchen.

P'tran looks over to Melora curiously, having noticed her out-of-sorts
mood. "Evening, Melora. Um, anything the matter?"

Lal says "Don't go there. They'll think yeh a feeblemind, they will."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa thinks the whole weyr must be proddy. :)

T'lar smiles over at Alyssa. "Hi, Lyssa. How are you doing?" He sits down
beside her and gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Melora starts a bit, then, with a struggle, sheepishly says, "No, not
really, P'tran."

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Not yet, 'Lyssa. Aanya!"

Benden Weyr> K'ti chuckles... "well, if it turns out that there's 15
dragons chasing.. I'm gonna back out. Gee.. Kassi's popular.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "We have a lot of masochists here? :)"

Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "I hope that this time, I don't lose my connection."

P'tran nods slowly and lowers his voice, leaning a little closer to her. "I
only asked because you seemed ... well, irritated by something. Which is
unusual for you."

Benden Weyr> Kassima attributes it to the Visible Proddiness Law, ie
Kassima's Law #34. :)

Benden Weyr> Aphrael snuggaAanya.

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Aie! 15??"

From Alyssa's shoulder, Isolde warblecroons at T'lar, rubbing her golden
head on his chin. "I'm fine, T'lar," Alyssa says with a scritch at Isolde's
back, "just waiting for F'nar to get back from visiting 'Reaches. How are
you?"

Caitria leans back in her chair, sipping her wine with a sigh.

Benden Weyr> K'ti didn't say there *were* that many..but it sure seems like
it's goin up in numbers pretty quick.

Benden Weyr> P'tran was silly enough to ask for a log too :)

T'lar reachs up and scratches Isolde. Loki croons to the queen and hops
over T'lar's head to be closer to her. "I'm doing fine. Ow! Watch it, Loki.
_She's_ not proddy."

Benden Weyr> K'ti chuckles..

Caitria glances at T'lar, as if wondering if, perhaps, he has a deathwish?

Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "15? Was that the gold flight I missed?"

From Alyssa's shoulder, Isolde entwines her neck with Loki and warblecroons
contentedly.

Melora shrugs, earning her a hiss from Taminella, resulting in more claws
in her shoulder.

R'val smiles at Tria sidelong, "Need that glass refilled?" he asks quietly.

Benden Weyr> K'ti looks upwards. No. But it seems she's getting a goodly
sized one going. Not 15, that was an exaggeration.

Lal winces at Melora. "Glad my boy here still fits in me pockets."

Kassima eyes T'lar. "What was that, bronzerider?" she asks mildly.

Caitria smiles at R'val. "That'd be good, yes."

P'tran hrms. "I think after Lysseth rises things will be a little less
tense around here." He shakes his head and chuckles faintly. "If this much
tension results from one greenflight, I'd hate to see everyone's reactions
next time Leilanth is ready to rise."

Benden Weyr> Alyssa reminds P'tran: proddy pregnant goldrider.

Benden Weyr> Caitria hoboys.

T'lar freezes. Those who can see his face will notice his pained
expression. "Sorry, Kassi. Nothing really. Just talking to Loki here."

Benden Weyr> Kassima eeps and pictures lots of heads rolling through the
LC, not necessarily wherry ones.... :)

Lal says "raises an eyebrow. "Lysseth?""

Flutter flits through the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Benden Weyr> K'ti shakes her head. PGS.

Benden Weyr> Caitria notes that she wanna have an IC chat with you on that
subject, Kassi...when Lysseth's not proddy. *grin* That means after I get
back from the terrors of...no access!

Benden Weyr> N'ren looks at +rwho bdw, and shudders, thinking about what
it'll be like when Search comes.

Kassima nods briskly. "That, I noticed," she says sardonically. "I have
eyes and ears. I just had to wonder why you mentioned the word proddy when
talking to him."

Benden Weyr> Kassima eeeks at Caitria. The PRG made me do it! :)

T'lar says "He was getting to friendly toward the little gold and I just
wanted to remind hiim that she was proddy."

A blue firelizard pops out of Lal's pocket, placing himself rather regally
on her lap. He creens. Hungry, obviously.

Benden Weyr> Caitria chuckles. Surrre, Kassi. Tell it to the judge. ;)

Benden Weyr> Cavadan waves :)

P'tran rolls his eyes at Kassima. "Kassima, it should be pretty much
obvious that Lysseth is going to rise quite soon," he says, getting tired
of skirting around it.

Lal oifs. "Roy! Shards..."

Salless nods at Lal as she orders something.

Salless hunts around for a scrap for Lal to give a firelzard, finally
coming up with a wherry giblet.

Cavadan walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Lal takes the wherry giblet, feeding it gingerly to her firelizard.

Cavadan waves and yawns as he enters.

Caitria doesn't look at Kassi, nope. Ah...Cav. A distraction. She smiles a
greeting to him.

Salless nods at Cavadan as he orders something.

Kassima half-smiles. "Of course, sir," she says blandly. "I just... ach,
nevermind, I don't know why I said anything." She shakes her head and rubs
her temples with her forefingers, trying to dispell a headache.

Cavadan yawns again.

Salless pours a mug of klah from the klah pot for Cavadan.

Cavadan takes his kalh and sits down.

P'tran smiles slightly at Kassima.

Koron walks in from the kitchen.

Lysseth> Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears
on hind legs and bugles a greeting to blue Ciruth and his rider, Aislinn of
Ista Weyr.

T'lar swallows hard and looks relieved. "Sorry, Kassi. I really didn't mean
to hurt your feelings."

From Alyssa's shoulder, Isolde looks around, blinking, then with a creel
she rises up with two strong flaps of the wings and disappears /between/.

Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Ciruth trumpets a loud greeting to the
watchdragon.

Lysseth> Ciruth backwings for a landing.

P'tran finishes his klah and stands. He picks up the hides that he never
did quite get to reading.

Lysseth> Aislinn slides down from atop Ciruth.

Caitria sighs at the sight of P'tran's hides. "I /should/ get back to
work," she murmurs.

Benden Weyr> Alyssa thinks P'tran is about to retre...uh, make a strategic
withdrawal.

Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Kheveth rumbles a greeting to Ciruth.

Cavadan sits near Caitria. "Good evening, Tria."

Benden Weyr> P'tran is about to get some sleep RL, actually :)

Melora winces as Taminella, who was just turning to view Isolde, hisses in
satsifaction as the other gold leaves. She celebrates by clawing her way
down Melora's arm.

Lysseth> Ciruth rumbles a loud greeting to the dragons so densely packed
together.

Lal looks down at her lizard. She just sighs.

Lysseth> Vidarth rumbles towards Ciruth.

Caitria smiles to Cav. "How're you doing, then?"

Benden Weyr> Alyssa is teasing, P'tran. Sleep well. :)

Lysseth> Nicoth rumbles a greeting to Ciruth.

Lysseth> Jaralth rumbles his own greeting then looks semi surprised. He
looks up towards his weyr.

Kassima sighs. "It's all right, T'lar," she says in a tired voice. "I know
you didn't. I just forget such things sometimes."

P'tran glances at Melora's gold, noticing her somewhat brighter color and
just softly ahs to himself.

Cavadan yawns. "I'm okay." he sips his klah. "Oh, Alyssa, your cousin
Gaerwen is here."

Alyssa glances toward Melora and winces at the clawing. "That looks
painful," she sighs.

Lysseth> Aislinn looks around at all the familiar dragons, "Behave, Pest,
alright?" The blue gives a chortle and settles back on his haunches.

P'tran says "Good night, all. TIme for me to catch up on some sleep"

Aislinn walks in from the bowl.

Salless straightens the chairs of the Living Cavern to make the place more
aesthetically pleasing.

R'val nods, "Night sir."

Salless nods at Lal as she orders something.

R'val spots Aislinn and grins, "AIslinn! Hello there."

Lal mutters something under her breath.

Salless hunts around for a scrap for Lal to give a firelzard, finally
coming up with a scrap of herdbeast.

Melora glances hard at Alyssa, then, with an effort, "It was worse last time."

Cavadan nods to the WeyrLeader.

Aislinn comes in, eyes shifting around, and then she spies who she's
looking for. Before she can cross to the woman, she runs into R'val, "Hey
there, bluerider, Ista's duty!"

Kassima nods absently in parting to P'tran, propping her head up on one
hand and continuing to chop the meat with the other. Not much left to chop
at this point.

R'val grins, "And Bendn'es to Ista. What brings you around?"

Cavadan runs his hand through his hair. "I think she is here to see you,
too, Tria. About her cousin's handfasting."

P'tran gives a nod in response. He bids his duty to Aislinn briefly as he
heads out

P'tran walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Alyssa tries to smile innocently back at Melora. "Can I get something for
your arm, Master Melora?"

Lysseth> Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears
on hind legs and bugles a greeting to blue Darieth and his rider, Anise of
Fort Weyr.

Lysseth> Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears
on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Adroth and his rider, T'yn of
Fort Weyr.

Caitria blinks at Cav, then ahhs. "Lon's? Aye, t'wouldn't surprise me."

Aislinn says "I'm looking for a colleague of yours..." she grins, "Alyssa
to be exact."

Lysseth> Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears
on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Mallorith and her rider, V'han
of Fort Weyr.

Lysseth> Above, From the Benden Star Stones, M'nar's mint green Gelth rears
on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Kemith and his rider, Channie
of Fort Weyr.

Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Jeez, where did all these riders come from?"

Lysseth> Above, From Adroth's Neck, T'yn wings open fully to cup the
evening air.

Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Kemith *BUGLES* to all the Benden Dragon.

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "Eeek, it's a Fort invasion! ;)"

Cavadan smiles. "Are you going to go," he asks the Herder.

Benden Weyr> Kassima aiyees at the sudden dragon population explosion.

Benden Weyr> Aanya says, "Fort. Duh. :>"

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "OH, mercy....:P"

Melora looks at Alyssa. Taminella hisses.

Lal tries to feed her firelizard the herdbeast scraps, but the snotty blue
rejects it. "Oh c'mon Roy, now yeh have t'quite this charade some shardin'
day..."

Lysseth> Above, Mallorith soars above the Benden Bowl.

Alyssa sinks lower in her chair.

Lysseth> Above, Kemith *Bugles* happily to the watchdragon.

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "IT's Kassima's flock of friends froom Fort. This
is looking baaaad :)"

Lysseth> Jaralth bugles angrily then tenses as he leaps up and beats a
spiral leading generally towards his weyr. Riders. Hrmf.

Lysseth> Above, Darieth warbles a greeting to the Bendne watchdragon before
banking to head for the bowl floor.

Lysseth> Above, Adroth TRUMPETS a greeting back to the Bendan dragons.

Lysseth> Jaralth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

ysseth> Above, Darieth glides down from above.

Benden Weyr> Cavadan laughs. :)

Lysseth> Kemith backwings for a landing.

Lysseth> Darieth backwings for a landing.

Lysseth> Above, Mallorith carolls a greeting to Gelth

Lysseth> Adroth backwings for a landing.

Lysseth> Mallorith backwings for a landing.

Lysseth> Kemith lands lightly, a bit away from the other dragons as he
rustles his wings.

Lysseth> Ciruth greets the Fort dragons warmly.

Lysseth> Mallorith lands neatly and flips her wings to her back.

Lysseth> From a seat high on Mallorith, V'han unbuckles himself from the
riding straps.

Lysseth> Prefeth is curled up, away from a certain glowing green, and looks
not to be paying attention.

Lysseth> Lysseth backs away from the influx of dragons, eyes whirling a
brilliant crimson as she drags her claws across the Bowl floor.

Lysseth> Adroth wings spread wide as he settles gently onto the sands. Head
turns to gaze around as wings balance him upon backlimbs.

Benden Weyr> K'ti backs out.. too many riders for this poor soul.

Lysseth> Upon Adrorth's neck, T'yn loosens the straps tied to his belt.

Lysseth> Darieth warbles to the Benden dragons as Anise unbuckles her staps.

Lysseth> T'yn slides a leg over Adroth's neckridge and using the riding
straps, safely reaches the ground. Adroth watches a moment before turning
his attention else where.

Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Kassi, what's the current count of chasers, any
idea?"

Lysseth> Anise climbs down from Darieth's neck using his proferred leg for
help and lands gently on the ground.

Lysseth> Carefully spreading and then tosses the riding straps up and over
Adroth's shoulder. Moving underneath Adroth to help him tug the straps into
place, before fastening them.

Caitria hms at Cav. "Quite honestly, it depends on the hidework. Lorianne's
been piling it on me lately." She glances at Alyssa, then gives her a warm
smile.

Lysseth> From high atop Kemith's brown neckridges, Channie unfastens the
strps for Anaika and herself, "Okay."

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Haven't the faintest, sorry."

Lysseth> Upon Adrorth's neck, T'yn loosens the straps tied to his belt.

Benden Weyr> R'val dohs.

Lysseth> Anaika slides down to the ground with the help of Kemith's riding
straps. The brown requards Anaika curiously as her steps away.

Lysseth> V'han slips off Mallorith down to the ground and chuckles as she
whuffles him gently.

Benden Weyr> Melora scares her into a faint. How about that.

Aislinn claps a hand on R'val's back and squeezes around to get toward the
dragonhealer who for some odd reason is scrunched down on her chairs.
Fanning her face with the hide she carries, she says, "You're Alyssa, right?"

Lysseth> Kemith chuffles his greeting to the other dragons, whuffling
towards Lysseth then offering a soft croon to her.

Benden Weyr> Caitria blinks. I smile at Alyssa, and she leaves.

Lysseth> Anaika looks back up at Channie and Kemith "THanks, you two!"

Lysseth> 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.

Cavadan nods. "Gwen was saying that the CraftMaster is, uh, a taskmaster."

Lysseth> Channie smiles, "No problem."

Caitria mms. "Rather, yes," she agrees with Cav.

Lysseth> T'yn opens, then strips off his leathers, helmet and gloves. "Ready."

Lysseth> T'yn turns to carefully position his items.

R'val grins sidelong at Tria, "More about Lori?"

Melora refrains from any further comment she was going to make as Alyssa is
addressed by the Istan rider. She turns back to her wine.

Salless nods at T'lar as he orders something.

Lysseth> Anise takes off her helmet and fluffs out her hair before looking
about the bowl with bright eyes, "Ah, Benden."

Salless pours a mug of klah from the klah pot for T'lar.

Benden Weyr> Kassima waffles to a Meli! :)

Caitria grins at R'val. "Of course." She chuckles.

Koron, looking skinny and rather beaten down travel-weary dusty self
slouches around the outskirts of the cavern, trying to snitch some food if
he can without being noticed

Aislinn nods to the Master Harper, giving her a friendly smile as she talks
with Alysssa.

Lysseth> T'yn moves to stand beside his friends.

Benden Weyr> Meli is espied

Lysseth> V'han removes his helmet and runs his fingers through his sweaty
hair.

R'val winks at Tria, "I was always lucky, had a rather easygoing Master.
Well...and a tough tutor, in Selenay." he grins.

Lysseth> Channie smiles at T'yn and hooks her arm in his.

Lysseth> Ciruth pokes his head over to look at all the riders. His eyes
whirl a dark green color and he nuzzles one.

Lysseth> T'yn looks around. "Only been her a few times." he observes.

Alyssa gets to her feet and nods to Aislinn. "I am. Benden's duty to --"
she looks at the rider's knot, "Ista. What can I do for you?"

Cavadan looks from R'val to Caitria and chuckles. He sips his klah again.

Benden Weyr> T'lar snugs Meli.

Lysseth> T'yn grins and moves to carefully bump Nie. Wide grin as he locks
arms with her.

Lysseth> Channie smiles at Prefeth, waiting for a moment to see where his
rider might be.

Lysseth> Anise gets nudged by Ciruth and almost falls over.

Lysseth> V'han smiles to his friends. "I've only been here once or twice
myself."

Caitria stretches a bit, rubbing at the ink marks on her fingers.
"Well...I'm nearly done, at least. Well...this load of work."

Benden Weyr> Meli is snugged too :)

Lysseth> Anaika looks around, taking a deep breath.

Lysseth> Anise comments, "I flew with their wings to thread once. Turns and
turns ago."

Aislinn grimaces at all the formalities, "Believe it or not, we've met
before, I'm Ais. And this..." She stops waving the hide around, "is
greetings from Igen or some such thing. I'm only the carrier." She grins.

Lysseth> T'yn turns with supprise and then grins. "Found a friend Anise?"

Lysseth> Ciruth gently whuffles Anise's hair, crooning softly to her.

Kassima glances out to the Bowl, then back to the LC, totally
expressionless. She starts to run her fingernails lightly over the table,
gathering scraps of the meat and nibbling on it silently.

Cavadan smiles and looks at his own ink-stained hands. "You know, Tria, I
told you I would do more to help. Sometimes I think you are going easy on me."

Lysseth> Nicoth grumblerumbles at all the strange dragons. He looks over at
Lysseth possessively.

Koron suddenly drops his plate, splib

A flutter of wings and a flash of bronze and Taliesin pops in from
/between/ to take his place on Alyssa's shoulder now that Isolde has left.

Lysseth> Ciruth's raspy tongue sneaks out to lick Anise's cheek.

Lysseth> Adroth eyes whirl. Slowly stretches again as he looks around.

Caitria grins slightly at Cav. "S'a nice offer, but most of what goes onto
the hides comes from here." She taptaps her temple, then retrieves her
wineglass from the table.

Lysseth> Anise looks judgingly at Ciruth, "Maybe I smell like Meiranth.
That's Ciruth." She reaches up and wipes her cheek, "Dragon spit, how
romantic."

Lal lies back in her chair, clearly frustrated with her firelizard after
spending a great deal of time convincing him that herdbeast is food for the
gods.

Lysseth> Lysseth glances at Nicoth with a low hiss of warning, wings mantling.

Benden Weyr> Caitria hms. A Vulcan mind meld would be !canon, wouldn't it? ;)

Empress arrives from *between*.

Empress launches off the perch.

Alyssa smiles as she rubs Tal's head and holds the other hand out toward
Aislinn. "You're Ciruth's rider, correct?"

Lal says simply, "BLEAH."

Benden Weyr> Cavadan says, "Depends on who you plan to use it on? :)"

Koron . . . splintering (there we go) it on ths stone floor. He grins
joyfully, noting the overworked Herder, yelling her name gleefully
"CAITRIA!! I haven't seen you in /ages/!

Lysseth> V'han chuckles to Anise. "Mallorith likes doing that."

T'lar stands and looks around the suddenly crowded lc. He grabs up his
helmet and gloves and heads for the door.

Lysseth> T'yn chuckles as he hugs Nie closer. "Just the thing for riders."
Looking down, he quickly move to 'lick' a small spot on NIe's cheek.

Lysseth> Kemith chuffles and swishes his tail around himself as he turns
his back on the strange dragons.

T'lar walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Aislinn nods, "That's right, the big blue pest..." her eyes glaze, "who is
apparently molesting someone in the bowl..." She shakes her head in despair.

Caitria jumps about three inches out of her chair. (It's been a stressful
few days.) She blinks, looking for the source of that yell. "Shards. Koron,
don't /ever/ scare me like that again." She blinks. "Koron?"

Lysseth> Ciruth snorts, and gives the Fort rider a last whuffling before
settling back for a nap.

Lysseth> Channie eeps and giggles, poking T'yn's side. "Silly!"

Lysseth> Adroth rumbles loudly as he moves about to settle in.

Lysseth> Prefeth warbles as he lifts his head to croon a greeting at Channie.

Melora muffles some noise as Tam rakes back up her arm to glare at the
incoming bronze. Her eyes whirl.

Lysseth> T'yn grins and nods. "ONce in a while, it doesn't hurt to have fun
and perhaps be silly."

Cavadan sips his klah and watches the goings on.

Lysseth> Channie blinks for a moment, tilting her head to one side,
"Ah--Aphrael is at the lake. I think I'll go see her."

Lysseth> T'lar moves over to his dragon and whaps him affectionately. "I
know, boy. She'll rise soon."

Lysseth> V'han laughs at T'yn.

Koron grins repentantly "Sorry. Yes, it's me in the. . . " well, " he looks
himself over "/nearly/ in the flesh. /Wait/ until you hear what /happened/
to me!

Lal gently scritches her tiny firelizard, who looks upon Tam with derision.

From Alyssa's shoulder, Taliesin warblegreets the gold on Melora's arm, his
eyes whirling with affection.

Lysseth> Channie smiles and gives Prefeth a scritching, eventhough Kemith
rumbles at her. "Oh--you get your share of scritches," she murmers to the
brown.

Lysseth> T'yn turns to the rider. 'Evening. T'yn rider of brown Adroth of
Fort. Forts Duties to you and BendenWeyr." He grins at the Bendan rider.

Koron dropped Jubilate.

Caitria waves Koron to the table where she sits. "Apparently a good deal,
from the look of you."

Lysseth> T'lar says "Evening. Benden's duty to you. Welcome."

Alyssa says to Aislinn, chuckling, "Well, welcome, Aislinn and Ciruth. What
brings you into Benden's winter climes with Igen's business?"

Lysseth> V'han smiles and echos T'yn's greeting.

Jubilate chirps. hey! I'm /BRONZE/ here. . .. isn't anyone going to
/notice/ me?

Lysseth> Anise nods to T'lar politely after finishing rubbing away Ciruth's
"present".

Lysseth> Prefeth warbles happily, whuffling the brownrider gently, eyes
swirling a little more calmer.

Lysseth> T'yn friendly smiles for the rider, before turning to Channie.
"Want company?"

Empress launches into the air and disappears *between*.

Lysseth> Channie smiles to T'lar, and gives a little wave before deciding
to head out. "I'll be back in a bit." she pulls at T"yn, "sure, c'mon."

Lysseth> T'lar waves as he mounts his dragon.

Lysseth> T'lar is catapulted up by a quick movement of Nicoth's snout. He
gets the bronze an affectionate slap.

Lysseth> Nicoth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

Lysseth> T'yn Offffs. Moving to follow Nie. "Sure thing."

Lysseth> Channie walks south.

Lysseth> T'yn walks south.

Aislinn shrugs, "I was actually looking for T'garrick, and I visit Igen
often, so I promised to deliver the note, as I was coming here anyway."

Koron scoops up his plate and a new plate of scraps, plopping down in the
proffered seat near Caitria

Lal looks down at Royalblue. "Roy, quit that..."

Benden Weyr> Kassima glances at her computer clock. Twenty minutes and
counting--now would be a good time to flee if you plan to. :)

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "hmm?"

Benden Weyr> Meli thinks Kassi's clock is off by four minutes :)

Lysseth> Kemith *snorts* and settles down, secretly watching Lysseth when
no one else is looking.

Benden Weyr> Aanya flees in terror!

Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Green flight."

Taminella clings tightly to Melora's shoulder, and hisses at Jubilate,
almost derisively, as if she scorns his posturing. She knows they'll all
come at her beckoning in the end....

Benden Weyr> R'val grins. Kassi, ya might wanna find out how many chasers
ya got ;)

Benden Weyr> N'fan will flee, don't worry.

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "ohh, those..no need to fly, Cioth can ignore them"

Alyssa nods and says, "T'garrick left a while ago. He's likely in his weyr
now."

Lysseth> V'han smiles. "Well, I guess we go thataway."

Benden Weyr> Kassima eeks, it is? Thanks, Meli. :)

Benden Weyr> K'nan hmms. Many people online. Lag.

Caitria gives Koron an expectant look. "Well?"

Lysseth> Anise smiles and follows V'han, "Guess so."

Lysseth> Adroth rumbles as he also observes. Tail twitching as his body
relaxes.

Royalblue thinks differently. They'll all flock to *HIM* when he rises.

Aislinn nods,looking slightly nervous, "What's he like?"

Lysseth> V'han walks south.

Lysseth> Anaika takes her eyes pff all the dragons and follows.

Jubilate /wasn't/ posing (although now maybe I will. . . ). . . just
wanting some attention (pout)

Alyssa arches an eyebrow and says, "T'garrick? Why, he's one of the finest
men I have ever known...why?"

Lysseth> Anise walks south.

Lysseth> Anaika walks south.

Cavadan chirples softly.

Public announcement: Kassima taps her microphone. "Is this thing on?"
*SCREECH* "Aiyee... guess it is. Okay, folks, it seems like my green lump
of dragon, Lysseth, has taken it into her stubborn head to rise tonight.
Any interested males should begin blooding... oh, about five minutes from
now. Please do the 'dtu hear +flight' command and all that fun foo, too.
Thanks!"

Caitria gives Cav an odd look. ;)

Aislinn nods, her eyes distant, "One of the riders at Ista..." she
corrects, "One of my friends asked me to come see him..."

Koron talks as he munches "Well, you know I was granted a leave from the
Craft to order my HOld when my father was dying. . . well, before he died
we patched everything up and I inherited Bald Lake. . . "

Benden Weyr> R'val grins. Kassi has now made an +announce. YOU can die
happy now, Kassi :)

Caitria blinks. "Bald Lake...remind me where that is again?"

Alyssa's eyes now narrow and she cocks a head. "Can I ask whom, Aislinn?"

Koron grins "Ruatha. ONe of the minor Holds beholden to Ruatha Hold Proper"

Caitria nods. "S'right. Okay." She blinks again. "You're a good distance
from Ruatha." Yup, she's smart.

Aislinn nods, "I've nothing to hide," a brief smile, "It was T'bin, bronze
Ashroth's rider. Do you know him? He says T'garrick is like a foster father
to him..."

Dragon> Adroth bespoke Lysseth with <<  Greetings lovley one from Fort. >>

Kassima bites her lip suddenly, glancing out to the bowl with an expression
akin to dismay. "Shards..." she whispers, clenching her fingers against the
table so hard it's a wonder they don't break. She unconciously lets go of
the knife, leaving it to rest on the table.

Alyssa's jaw drops and she actually takes a surprised step backwards.
"T'bin? Really? Yes, he and T'garrick are close. How do you, um, know T'bin?"

Lysseth> Adroth senses that Lysseth just hisses in reply.

Lysseth> Mallorith moves accross the bowl away from the glowing green.

Aislinn's eyes take in every part of that reaction, and her own eyes
narrow, "He's a rider in my weyr, we occasionally see each other in the
living caverns." She pauses befoer asking the question, "Why?"

Lysseth> Prefeth snorts lightly, lifting his head as he looks over at
Lysseth, no longer trying to hide his interest. He ruffles his wings
slightly, sitting up.

Koron smiles at Caitria. "I wasn't really all that keen on being a Ho,der.
So I fixed most of the problems with the Hold,found a Steward, and started
traveling again. "

Caitria frowns slightly, but nods.

Lysseth> Adroth slowly stretches. Lither body moving with serpentine like
grace, showing off 34 meters of brown muscle. Eyes moving to the green as
she hisses.

Alyssa blushes and waves a hand. "Nothing, nothing at all. T'bin and I just
met months ago, that's all."

Lysseth> Ciruth looks around, his attention seemingly becoming more
focused. There's a tension in the air, and it's familiar. All at once,
every muscle in his body is finely tuned and ready to go. His gaze seeks
her out, and his eyes widen.

Lysseth> Lysseth swivels her head about, eyes whirling a fiery crimson as
she surveys her surroundings with a rumble of displeasure. Her wings unfurl
slightly as she clenches the weakened sharpening-rock, shattering it into
many pieces.

Caitria gives Koron a long lookover, then asks, "What brings you to Benden?"

Lysseth> Prefeth warbles in response to the green's rumble, and is suddenly
up in the air as he launches himself upwards, angling towards the feeding
grounds.

Lysseth> Prefeth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

Lysseth> Kemith shifts and snakes his head around to look at Lysseth,
rustling his wings.

Aislinn loses her sense of self assurance for a second, and a flash of
disappointment crosses her face before a tight smile replaces it, "That's
wonderful. I'll be sure to give someone on his wing your regards to pass
along to him.

Benden Bowl> Above, Prefeth flies downward towards the feeding grounds.

Lysseth> Vidarth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

From Cavadan's shoulder, Gwyn chirples softly.

Koron rolls his eyes "Unfortunately, I have had such a run of bad luck. . .
I came to benden because, well, . . . " he falters, and blushes. . .

Benden Bowl> Above, Vidarth flies downward towards the feeding grounds.

R'val sucks in a breath all of a sudden, and closes his eyes briefly.

Lysseth> Kemith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

Lysseth> Ciruth moves effortlessly into the air to glide over toward the
feeding corrals.

Lysseth> Ciruth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

Lysseth> Adroth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Testing, one, two, three.... >>

Alyssa says softly to Aislinn, "Did I say something wrong?"

Caitria glances at R'val for a moment before turning her attention back to
Koron. "Come on, then. It can't be that bad."

Dragon> Ciruth bespoke Flight with << All clear. >>

Dragon> Juliath bespoke Flight with << Sound check. Check. Check. >>

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << This is base, red leader, you have
go :) >>

Aislinn fights to keep her smile firmly in place, "Oh no, of course not.
Not at all."

Cavadan glances at R'val.

Dragon> Prefeth bespoke Flight with << Sounds good. :) >>

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  Already? >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth wonders where he's supposed to be?

Benden Bowl> T'yn heads into the South Bowl area from the lake shore to the
southwest.

Benden Weyr> Caitria waits to fire the starter pistol? ;)

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth dracogrins. << Pilot to tower, pilot to
tower... okay, welcome, all. Blooding should start right about now in the
South Bowl, feeding grounds. >>

Benden Bowl> Nicoth backwings for a landing.

Benden Weyr> Meli pins on her 'judges' badge

Benden Bowl> Ciruth backwings for a landing.

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Good luck, all! 5 marks that Lysseth wins, any
takers?"

Benden Bowl> T'lar slides precipitously down from Nicoth's back.

Benden Weyr> Kassima doesn't take sucker bets. ;)

Benden Bowl> Ciruth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence
and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.

Benden Weyr> Cavadan grins.

Benden Bowl> Nicoth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence
and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.

Benden Bowl> Above, Adroth flies towards the north end of the bowl.

Koron grins, lopsidedly,looking up at her shyly and rougeishly both "there
is a certain Journeywoman here I , um. . . appreciate. . . "

Benden Weyr> Aphrael bets that Veyath wins. ;)

Benden Bowl> Kemith backwings for a landing.

Benden Bowl> Adroth lumbers here from the north.

Benden Weyr> T'lar says, "Heh, what am I? Chopped liver?"

Benden Bowl> Adroth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence
and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.

Benden Weyr> K'nan nudges. Shh. I was talking to the blueriders..see, I
already have a taker! Oh. I can't rob my weyrmate. ;)

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth throws back his head and
BUGLES loudly, startling several wherrys nearby into escape. He doesn't let
them get that far, though, dragging one down with a great talon as he locks
his jaw against its throat, drinking deeply.

Benden Weyr> <Meli> <Juliath> << Mmmm, chopped liver... >>

Caitria hms. She looks at Koron, then looks at her knot. "Hm."

Kassima's face quickly drains of color as she stares out at the bowl,
turning in her chair to face the LC entrance.

Benden Weyr> Aphrael hees. :)

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Vidarth descends into the feeding pens
on a lazy spiral, then folds his wings and darts down upon a nearby
herdbeast. The beast's spine cracks under the weight of his heavy claws as
he bears down upon the animal, crushing it into the ground. He bends his
head to rip it's throat out, and laps at the blood that fountains.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Nicoth leaps high into the air with a
powerful thrust of his great hindlegs. Two sweeps of his wings puts him
over a large, fat buck. A sudden dive and a swift swipe of a foreclaw and
the buck is down. He fastens his snout over the neck and begins to suck the
lifeblood of the beast.

R'val sucks in a heayv braeth, and his fists clench on the table.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Ciruth arrives on the scene quickly
after the Benden dragons begin to dot the corral sky. His eyelids lower,
narrowing his eyes to glowing red slits. He ignores the others presence,
gliding down to leisurely suck the hot thick pools of blood that are the
life of the hapless buck he selects.

Alyssa opens her mouth to speak again to Aislinn, then she looks toward the
riders, then the bowl. "Oh dear..."

Benden Weyr> <T'lar> <Nicoth> Juliath likes chopped liver?

Benden Bowl> Kemith springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence
and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.

T'yn walks in from the bowl.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Couple other things--this flight is
not predetermined, and it's based on RP. That's about it. If you have any
other questions, or *don't* want to win the flight, then page Kassima ASAP.
:) I'll be joining y'all in a couple of minutes. >>

Aislinn tenses as well, but unlike usual, she seems to welcome the
distraction. She just takes the nearest chair, sits down, and furrows her
brow in concentration.

Benden Weyr> T'lar sighs. "Gonna quiet now. Later."

Benden Weyr> Caitria snugs.

T'yn slowly settles in to a chair.

Benden Bowl> Aphrael heads into the South Bowl area from the lake shore to
the southwest.

Benden Weyr> Cerilla says, "Hey Benden. Holy Cromoly, 20 bendenites on."

Benden Weyr> N'fan says, "HeyaRilla. It's cause of the flight. :)"

R'val walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Jubilate rolls gleaming eyes out to the dragons in the bowl, irritably
rustling his wings

Cavadan sets his cup down. "So, Tria, were you still interested in walking
out toi the springs with me?

Benden Bowl> Aphrael stumbles over from the lake shore, blinking quickly as
her eyes refocus on the form of her lifemate, blooding in the pens.

Kassima bites her lip again and stands, drifting out into the Bowl in a daze.

Lal gently scritches her obnoxious firelizard to sleep. She places him in
her pocket.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Mallorith gathers herself, crouches then springs into the sky.

Mallorith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry
her aloft.

Benden Bowl> T'lar hands Nicoth's riding straps to a resident with an order
to store them until after the flight. His tone is a bit harsh and his
attention is on the feeding grounds.

Lysseth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her
aloft.

Above, Lysseth flies towards the south end of the bowl.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Adroth body arches upwards, wings snap
open as he settles on a drowsing heardbeast. Muzzle fastening on its neck
to draw out the life blood before it fully awakes. Drained body dropping to
be trampled as he turns to seek other pray.

Benden Bowl> Above, Lysseth flies downward towards the feeding grounds.

T'yn comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

You walk south.

In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth lets out a soft hiss as he quickly follows
with his next kill, sinking his teeth deep into a herdbeast, pulling at its
entrails and the more precious blood that will help him in the flight.

T'yn walks here from the north.

In the Feeding Grounds, Nicoth finishs with his first kill and pushes it
behind him. Looking up at the rival males, he bugles his defiance and his
claim. A seemingly negligent swipe of his tail fells a wherry which is
quickly drained for its precious energy.

In the Feeding Grounds, Kemith hisses softly as he wings down into the
feeding grounds, his wings swirling up dust around hims as he settles down.
Lashing out with his claws he grabs a heardbeast, bringing it down with an
easy swiftness. Jaws crush down around the animals throat, holdin git still
till it stops it's thrashing, and then drinks deeply of his warm rich
life-blood.

Channie heads into the South Bowl area from the lake shore to the southwest.

In the Feeding Grounds, Ciruth lets the withered body drop with a rattling
thud to the floor as he cranes his neck to slash out, teeth bared, at an
older buck standing absolutely still. The stillness is broken for the
merest second as an audible grinding crack rings out and the buck utters
its last shriek of terror far too late. Ciruth rips into the hide, the
substantial amounts of red beginning to congeal as they contact air. Ciruth
licks even his muzzle clean as he feeds with a hunger he hadn't thought
himself capable of.

Channie frowns as she stomps up, muttering softly to herself.

V'han heads into the South Bowl area from the lake shore to the southwest.

Anaika heads into the South Bowl area from the lake shore to the southwest.

In the Feeding Grounds, Lysseth lands in the feeding grounds with a thump
and a hiss, tail lashing as she reaches out with one foreclaw to snag a
passing herdbeast. Her aim is true, and her claw hooks the poor thing in
the throat as it bellows desperately.

Aphrael's eyes refocus onto Kassima for a while, drifting back towards
Prefeth, but not for long.

T'lar looks over at Kassima and sees her in a way he never has before. He
turns his attention back to the blooding beasts.

Benden Weyr> S'riv thinks he is glad he is hiding during this flight

Benden Weyr> N'fan is also glad. Yup.

Kassima clenches her fists, unaware of anything except her dragon. She
seems to be chanting something quietly--if you were close enough to make it
out, you'd realize that she's saying, "Blood... blood... blood...."

In the Feeding Grounds, Vidarth Tosses his first kill aside with a flick of
a draconic wrist, sending it tumbling into the fence to land in a messy
heap. With a low snarl, licking the flecks of blood from his lips with a
forked tongue, he watches LYsseth land, and croons towards her in a low,
snarling tone, his eyes whirling urgently. He lashes out at the nearest
beast, spearing it gorily through the ribcage. He hauls it to his lips and
begins the feast, while his whirling gaze never leaves Lysseth.

Benden Weyr> Kerlyn druns, and is gonna be gone.. she doesn't even have the
chance to hide.

Benden Weyr> Kassima muwahahahahas, etc. :)

Benden Weyr> N'fan says, "Not glad that S'riv is hiding, but glad that I'm
hiding. :)"

In the Feeding Grounds, Kemith holds the limp carcass in his jaws as his
head snakes around to watch Lysseth's glimmering form, a hiss escapes his
jaws around the prize kill.

In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth warbles over as he spots the lithe form of
Lysseth wing into the feeding grounds. Tossing the remainder of his meal
away, he flutters his wings slightly, eyes intent on her form.

Benden Weyr> S'riv grins, "You should be glad I'm hiding n'fan..the entire
weyr should be glad I'm hiding

Benden Weyr> K'nan idles to get food...HUGS Kassi. Good luck!!!!!!!

In the Feeding Grounds, Adroth selecting a second target. Neck snakes out
grabbing the rubber by the back and shaking it. Snapping sounds and
drooping limbs strike the ground as the brown muzzle moves to suck the hot
blood form its body. Tongue moving to sick the muzzle clean. Neck extends
to issue a base TRUMPET that seems to echo from the weyr walls.

T'yn eyes move to his friend. Slowly he shakes his head before seeing other
sights.

In the Feeding Grounds, Ciruth stops his feeding frenzy as quickly as it
began. Wingsails flatten in, conforming to his sides, muscles frozen in
tension as he crouches. Indigo-violet eyes look over the glowing green with
such painstaking attention that can only result from the kind of love that
doesn't fade, ever.

Benden Weyr> S'riv goes to the standard flight hiding place for a while:)
Benden Weyr> R'val says, "6? Of that hord that came to chase, 6? :} I'm
confused 8-)"

Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "And where might that be, Saer? :)"

In the Feeding Grounds, Lysseth throws back her head and howls, an eerie
cry that echoes against the walls of the Bowl as she calls her defiance of
her rider's orders. With a snarl of outrage, she lowers her head to the
buck and tears open its throat with a vicious talon-swipe. Her tongue
flickers out to drink the warm red blood, sucking at the herdbeast's throat
to get the most possible.

In the Feeding Grounds, Nicoth rears up, spreading his great wings for
balance, and tosses the dessicated corpse away. He stays in this unusual
position until a buck, fleeing another frenzied dragon, runs beneath him.
Falling forward, he traps the creature and rips out it's throat. Before the
blood can be lost to the ground, he lowers his head and drinks. Moments
later, he raises his bloodied muzzle to the sky and BUGLES his maleness.

T'yn lip raises in a snarl at some distant challange to his lifemate.

In the Feeding Grounds, Kemith flings the first beast from him, a huge roar
escaping his blood coated maw as he challanges those males around him. His
wings unfurl and he lashes out his anger, and desire at a heardbeast
thundering past him, knocking the poor creature down before beheading it,
drinking deeply.

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "heh, wouldn't you like to know"

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "much safer if no females know:"

In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth snarls lightly at the other males, then
studiously ignores them as he spreads his wings, muscles tensing as he
watches the green blood.

Benden Weyr> R'val Knows!

Benden Weyr> S'riv looks afraid, "What are you implying r'val.."

T'lar shakes his head to try and clear some of the dragon-induced lust. The
muscles in his jaw jump as he struggle to maintain control over his lifemate.

Channie frowns and hisses at T'yn as she brushes past him, her hands
clentched into tight fists at her sides.

Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "Six?? If I'd known I'd joined in :P"

In the Feeding Grounds, Even as she finishes with her first victim,
Lysseth's tail lashes out to crack against the side of another herdbeast, a
female this time. It crashes to the ground with a sickening thud.
Abandoning the dried corpse at her feet, she turns to this second and, with
another shrill cry, bloods it again.

In the Feeding Grounds, Vidarth neer lets his eyes leave Lysseth's glowing,
sensual form as he thros his second kill aside with no regard at all for
where it lands. Rippling muscle under smooth hide takes him into an easy
crouch, and then a leap towards the nearest beast, bearing it down into the
ground. He does not forget his skills, slicing it's neck open to quell it's
strugggle before he digs into the neck.

Benden Weyr> R'val doesn't think it's too late K'ti.

Aphrael folds her arms across her chest, eyes narrowing as she glances over
to Kassima.

Benden Weyr> S'riv says, "Cioth doesn't have much drive for flights
anymore, so he doesn't fly often"

In the Feeding Grounds, Nicoth flings the corpse of his last kill aside
just missing a rival dragon, a blue. He bugles his defiance and his claim
to the other males. A seemingly casual swipe of one foreclaw downs a
running cow. Another swipe disembowels it, steaming rising into the cold
air. He lowers his head, but does not eat. The energizing blood is all he
requires.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Six is a perfectly respectable number (I
think). :)"

Benden Weyr> K'ti does think it is when her So's ready to go home and I
didn't have time to warn him.

Channie shudders as she hears the greens cry, a soft whimper escaping her
own lips, and she shakes her head, biting at her lower lip.

In the Feeding Grounds, Adroth defiance at the puny males around him. Neck
rears skywards again as his muscular body hurls his challenge skywards.
Wings snap open as he rears up. Thirty four meters of mating fury, glowing
eyes scan for the glowing green dragon.

Benden Weyr> R'val grins. Of course it is (much less spammy too) :)

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << One pose per Lysseth pose, and one
pose per rider pose, is that the standard arrangement here, Lys? >>

Kassima shivers, her eyes blind to everything but her glowing green as the
dragon trumpets.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Sounds good to me. >>

In the Feeding Grounds, Lysseth finishes this beast quickly, vitalized by
its lifeblood. She glows like an emerald beacon now. Springing into the
air, she lands upon a fat wherry and sinks her fangs into it with only a
quiet hiss to show her disdain for having to blood it.

T'lar's eyes flick from glowing green to engrossed greenrider, trying to
balance the human and dragon halves of his mind.

In the Feeding Grounds, Vidarth raises his blood-spattered muzzle from the
kill, his eyes whirling more redly than ever, his muscles smoothly rippling
under his hide. He shifts upon the corpse of his third kill and, licking
off the blood with evident hunger from his muzzle, he watches Lysseth in
motoin with an avid, predatory fixation before leaping onto his fourth kill
and making short work of it.

Kassima rakes hair out of her eyes, staggering back a step and breaking
from Lysseth enough to glance around at the maleriders around her. Her
expression is one of near panic, then she firms her chin and turns her
focus back to her dragon.

In the Feeding Grounds, Nicoth backs away from the frenzy of killing and
blood. He crouchs down with his wings held lightly away from his body. The
only movement he makes is the flicking of his tongue clearing the last of
the sustenance from his muzzle.

R'val walks here from the north.

In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth lowers his head close to the ground, blood
splattered muzzle leaning down to lick at the remainder of his meal.
Whirling eyes never leave Lysseth's form as he waits for her to fly, when
he will be ready.

R'val staggers towards the fence, and stops near the group, his eyes glazed
as he watches his dragon, his hands clenched at his side.

Spineth lumbers here from the north.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth is going to prolong this a bit for
someone. Feel free to do other poses, or not, as you like. :)

Spineth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the
feeding grounds, where he settles again.

T'yn slowly turns towards Kassima. Eyes blink as he sees both Lysseth and
Kassima in his mind. Strong emotions play over his features. Body tenses
then relaxes as his duality struggles within him.

In the Feeding Grounds, Spineth comes crashing in, landing immediately on
an unfortunate herdbeast with deadly accuracy.

Ursa walks here from the north.

In the Feeding Grounds, Kemith drops the carcass to the blood soaked earth,
licking a forked tongue over his blood soaked muzzle. His eyes whirl like
twin rubiles as he watches Lysseth blooding her kills. His wings open,
flexing as he crouches lower to the ground.

Aphrael lifts her head high even as her lifemate lowers his, turning to
regard Kassima cooly, only her eyes betraying her feelings.

In the Feeding Grounds, Lysseth swats the wherry away with contempt, muzzle
dripping red now. She glances over the males with a rumble of mixed
contempt and excitement. Almost playfully, she catches herself a third
herdbeast and bends to take the life from it, making it her own.

Channie snarls at T'yn, and then turns her eyes to watch her lifemate in
the feeding ground.

Ursa comes tearing aftter, still in full flight gear, "SPINETH! NOOOOO! We
don't have time! We're just... NOOOOOOO!"

T'lar reaches out and grabs Ursa's arm. "Too late. Have to go with him now."

In the Feeding Grounds, Adroth done with blooding, brown body gathers to
watch the glowing green. Wings rustle as limbs gather beneath him, ready to
catapult him into the air. Base BUGLE blares forth from his tense form.

In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth takes a step back, almost unbalancing
himself as he lets out a low hiss at the newest brown, his wings held
negligently at his side as he waits.

In the Feeding Grounds, Vidarth growls low in his throat as he watches his
competitors now. He tears into his fourth kill before them with theatrical
savagery, cracking the ribcage open as he snarls through the bloody mess on
his muzzle at the other males. He looks down from them at his kill as
hunger overwhelms his competitive urges and bites into the kill, sucking up
the blood from the gaping wound. ONce done, he sits back on his haunches,
watching the green intently, waiting.

Kassima rips her gaze from the bloodbath at the feeding grounds to look at
Ursa in surprise, glancing at all the others as well. Their stares make her
shudder briefly before her eyes and attention are pulled back to her dragon.

R'val's eyes dart from his dragon messily feeding towards Kassima, his eyes
heated, his gaze narrow and oddly unfocused. His hands tremble in fissts at
his side.

Ursa wrestles against T'lar grasp, though not so much against him as the
situation, presenting her case to him merely because he's there. "But I'm
not supposed to be here... but I forgot my marks!" she wails.

T'yn seemingly mirroring his dragons stance, silent and tense he awaits.

In the Feeding Grounds, Lysseth pulls herself away from the last, dry
beast, watching over the males silently. She seems to enjoy making them
wait, knowing that it is she who is in control here--for the moment. She
licks blood from her muzzle quickly, then without warning springs up into
the starry skies.

In the Feeding Grounds, Lysseth takes flight, using the thermals rising
from the bowl to carry her aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

Above, Lysseth rises up from the feeding grounds.

Aphrael pays about as much heed to Ursa's arrival as he does to the boy
that runs past, her gaze now locked on Kassi.

T'lar lets her go. His hand drops to his side. "Tough luck, I guess." He
makes an attempt at a real smile, but the strained result is more of a
grimace.

In the Feeding Grounds, Ciruth throws his entire weight upward, using the
stored power of his taut muscles to propell him upward. Wings remain locked
by his sides, the sleek form speeding upwards after the glowing goal, eager
to close her lead as quickly as possible, his desire begging to be
quenched. Ernest will seems to do as much for him as his fit form, almost
engineered for speed by the constant drills he;s been at constantly for the
past months.

In the Feeding Grounds, Vidarth takes flight, using the thermals rising
from the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth takes flight, using the thermals rising
from the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

In the Feeding Grounds, Nicoth takes flight, using the thermals rising from
the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

In the Feeding Grounds, Ciruth takes flight, using the thermals rising from
the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << We'll be going up two skyrooms, so
as not to be spammed with ground poses. :) >>

Above, Lysseth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

In the Feeding Grounds, Adroth takes flight, using the thermals rising from
the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

Above, Nicoth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

In the Feeding Grounds, Kemith takes flight, using the thermals rising from
the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

Above, Kemith rises up from the feeding grounds.

Above, Prefeth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

Above, Vidarth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

In the Feeding Grounds, Spineth drains the herdbeast quickly dry, snapping
it aside and then fastens his teeth swiftly on a wherry, his eyes fixed on
the glowing green. He casts aside the barely drained wherry.

Above, Kemith soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

Above, Adroth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

In the Feeding Grounds, Spineth takes flight, using the thermals rising
from the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

Above, Ciruth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

Above, Spineth soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.

Aphrael gulps as she glances upwards, stumbling northwards towards the
guest weyr.

Aphrael walks north.

T'lar walks north.

V'han grins to Anaika. "esciting, huh?"

Kassima grins ferally as her dragon takes to the skies, her soul aloft with
Lysseth. No longer does she notice the riders surrounding her, or anything
else for that matter. With a sardonic chuckle, she follows the others to
the North.

You walk north.

R'val walks here from the south.

You push aside the curtain and enter the weyr.

R'val comes into the weyr from the bowl.

Lysseth> Prefeth launches up into the sky, rising swiftly on familiar
thermals, tilting his wings here and there to keep his whirling eyes
focused on the glowing form of his clutchmate. For now his strength seems
boundless as he moves easily upwards.

T'yn comes into the weyr from the bowl.

Channie comes into the weyr from the bowl.

R'val staggers into the guest weyr, reeling from the blurred images of the
weyr before him, and the sky that his dragon is soaring through. He leans
back agianst the wall nearest the door, and fixes his uneasy gaze on Kassima.

Dragon> Kemith bespoke Flight with << Is it ICly in the Guest Weyr? >>

Lysseth> Lysseth roars her contempt of those puny, trailing males who would
*dare* to think they could fly with her. Beating her wings, she rises
through the skies with easy agility and a speed that sends the wind
whistling across her wings.

Lysseth> Nicoth pumps his huge wings as he gives chase to the glowing
green. He is quiet now having voiced his opinions on the ground. His
clutchmate is ahead of him and another, a male, is beside him. Using a
rising thermal, he slips past the one to pursue the other.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << For the riders, yep. For the
dragons... I doubt we could all fit in there. ;) >>

Lysseth> Vidarth pushes himself upwards after Lysseth, conserving his
strength as his wings pound the air in a steady rhythm. Muscles ripple
along his back and shoulders as his wings snap in the air, as he climbs
relentlessly after Lysseth, seeking now only to keep his pace up.

Dragon> Mallorith bespoke Green dragons with << Go, Lysseth, Go! Leave
those puny males far behind! >>

Kassima crosses silently across the room to the far wall, turning to lean
against it and face the riders. But she doesn't see them. Her eyes are
blind, sightless--as vacant as if all that is Kassima has left her body
behind and is with her dragon.

T'lar glowers at the other riders as they enter the guest weyr. He stands
to the right of the door and away from the wall.

Aphrael slumps against the wall in her usual place, now resigned to the
flight as she waits, terseness evident in her stance and her clenched fists
as she keeps her gaze on the greenrider.

Lysseth> Spineth flies directly after Lysseth, working with all his might
to catch up with her. He spares no thought for strategy, no thought for
thermals or currents, no thought for failure, he just flighs the most
direct way towards the object of his desire.

Lysseth> Ciruth restrains himself. Every last impulse in his entire body
may be urging him onward, but he'll wait. The drills will pay off when he
needs the speed, he's certain of it. He soars out, keeping his distance
from the pack, taking the breathtaking sight of the green dart in as if it
were the air he needed to breath to live.

T'yn moves with uncertainty towards an unoccupied part of the room. Skin
flushed with his dragon inspired emotions. Eyes moving to stave off
approach by others. Mating furry near his minds surface.

Lysseth> Kemith *BUGLES* to all as he lifts upwards, his large tawny wings
pumping strongly as he chases Lysseth, her glowing form driving him onward,
and upward as he rides the Benden Winds.

Aislinn comes into the weyr from the bowl.

T'lar finds a good current and cups his wings to make the best of it. He
takes up his usual position behind and slightly to the right of the racing
female. Now for the waiting game.

Ursa comes into the weyr from the bowl.

Lysseth> Lysseth soars effortlessly up, up, up, determined to leave all
those silly males far behind her. She rides the winds with the ease of one
long familiar with them. Sending one last mocking call down to her
pursuers, she veers left, then right again, revelling in the freedom of her
flight.

Aislinn finds her way in, slightly dazed, but a small smile across her
lips. She sinks down to hug her knees to her chest.

Ursa stumbles in, frustration becoming absorption in her dragon's thoughts
and pursuits.

Channie gasp softly and pushes her way into the room, brushing past people
with a soft snarl as she gets to close so this or that rider. She leans
against the wall heavily, not seeing anything--but the sky--and the green,
with her lifemate.

Lysseth> Adroth shoulder muscles drive his lithe form quickly higher into
the nights clear skies. Muzzle and glowing eyes focused on the glowing
dragon before him. Slowly his strength eating the distance between him and
the pack of males still before him.

Lysseth> Prefeth pursues the green with an intent focus, madly lashing out
or straining further if any other male gets his the way of his view. All
other thoughts aside as his tries to keep in line with the green, veering
left and right after her.

Lysseth> Vidarth tilts his lithe blue wings into the familiar winds of the
Benden sky, soaring upwards after Lysseth. Knowing that she must tire, he
presses on, his pursuit dogged and unshakable.. His red whirling eyes never
leave the somewhat distant form of the glowing green as he rises admist a
cloud of persuers to catch Lysseth, trying to gain on her.

Kassima folds her arms and looks almost casual as she lets the wall at her
back support her. A quickly darting gaze notes the position of each rider,
and Kassi decides they're fine where they are--for now. But her narrowed
eyes, blank though they are, are a warning to those who would come too close.

Lysseth> Spineth watches with wary eyes as the green veers back and forth,
waving slightly in imitation until he realizes he can't possibly follow
these moves, and just concentrates on the beating of his wings, the sheer
effort of pursuit.

R'val's dark gaze narrows as he fixes his gaze on Kassima, his arms
straight and rigid at his side, his entire body tense and straight as a
board as he stands, his every motion tense and tight as he watches her,
neer taking his eyes from her.

T'lar allows the prevaling winds of Benden propell him forward with little
effort on his part. The light of the moons glistens off his golden bronze
skin. Youth and good health shine from his hide and his eyes. The object of
his desire is still ahead of him, but this is how it should be. For now.

Aphrael doesnt blink as the greenrider's gaze passes over her. She stays
right where she is. -She- has no intent of moving closer. Her lifemate,
however, seems to have other ideas.

Lysseth> Ciruth drinks in the sight of Lysseth, her hedonistic urges
mirroring his own. The thought of sameness pushes him on, and
unconsciously, the blue of the Istan waterfall is revealed as wingsails
catch the updrafts. Focused on the sheer joy of the air and the evanescent
beauty of the impossibly lovely Lysseth, Ciruth is buoyed up after /the/ one.

Lysseth> Kemith curves upward, wings pumping effortlessly as he climbs
towards her, her glowing form drawing him forward, and giving passion to
his wing strokes! He holds his limbs tightly to his body as he cuts
cleaning through the sky.

Lysseth> Lysseth suddenly folds her wings and swerves sharply, heading down
and left on a headlong dive made at breakneck speed. She is a brightly
glowing arrow, zooming downwards and taking advantage of the power of
surprise.

Aislinn can't resist. As her chin rests atop her knees, her eyes gravitate
to the greenrider, and her back straightens, her face flushed with
excitement about the possibilities.

Channie runs her hands down her sides as a shiver runs through her slight
frame. She wraps her arms around herself, her eyes closed as she enjoys the
flight of desire with her lifemate.

T'yn eyes hooded by furrowed brow. Muscles along his arms, shoulders and
neck stand forth, mirroring his lifemates efforts.

T'lar sinks to his knees but continues to watch Kassima with the passion
that is reflected by his dragon for the green.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth knows she probably shouldn't ask, but
what the heck. << What does evanescent mean, anyway? >>

Dragon> Ciruth bespoke Flight with << Sort of like emphemeral. It's like a
supreme moment that is so perfect it can't be sustained. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth ooohs and adds that to her vocabulary
lists. Anyway, back to action.... :)

Lysseth> Vidarth saw that manouvre coming, and folds his wings against his
body with a swift, alert motion, and hurtles himself downwards through the
sky after LYsseth, his body whirling in a tight motion downward,
streamlined form hurtling after Lysseth. His red-whirling eyes follow her
as his heavier weight bears him downward.

Lysseth> Prefeth tilts his wings slightly, following the green in an almost
deceptively lazy arc. However things appear, though, it is not the case.
His sole focus is on Lysseth as he shifts to find a good position in the
pack to wait until she tires.

Dragon> Flight sense that Isadith rumbles pedantically, << Evanescent:
Vanishing, or apt to vanish. Fleeting. >>

Lysseth> Adroth glowing eyes track the plummeting green. Wings back left
but remains above her. Eyes cunning as he considers her movements. Tail
stretched outwards behind him. Wings seeking warm thermals.

Lysseth> Spineth follows blindly, only his youthful admiration, desire, and
need powering his efforts. The beautiful green dives, so he dives. His
moves echo hers as precisely as they can, no thought but the thought that
he must pursue.

Lysseth> Kemith turns, banking smoothly with her, though he doesn't dive
downward. He becomes her shadow from above, trailing her as the rest of the
pack follows at her tail. He saves his strength, wings stretches to catch,
and hold the evening winds, his eyes burning for her in rich and vibrant
reds, and purples of desire.

Kassima clenches her own fists, caught up totally by the flight and not
much aware of anything else. She does, however, meet each rider's gaze for
the briefest of moments, her own expression unreadable--except for the
element of bliss that comes from soaring with her lifemate.

Lysseth> Nicoth folds his wings tightly to his body and lets Pern pull him
toward the ground. Passion outweighs prudence. The powerful bronze flings
his leathery wings open with an audible crack, catching the air suddenly.
He rises somewhat, but has to augment with powerful downward strokes. He
croons in frustration as he is now below his objective. His eyes whirl
fiercely as he works to close the gap.

A smug little smile curls Channie's lips, and she lets out a soft little
chuckle, rocking back and forth on her feet.

Dragon> Flight sense that Kailyth offers << Tending to vanish like vapor;
not lasting >> ;) (Isadith, I didn't know you liked chasing greens!)

Lysseth> Ciruth doesn't even bother to pull his wings in, instead
descending at a half speed. His primary attentions (other than the
distracting thoughts of what heights he and the sumptuous Lysseth could
enjoy together) are turned to depleting the distance that holds him apart
from what he NEEDS. How can she move so far out of reach, can she really
not know the well of emotions she's caused to well up inside him?

Lysseth> Lysseth hurtles towards the ground at an alarming rate, snapping
her wings open at the last moment and beating them to arc upwards once
more--onwards and upwards. Her wings are a flurry of luminescent
charcoal-green as she screams her superiority to those behind, her
pursuers. They will have to fly fast and long to catch her!

R'val shivers as he feels Kassima's brief, molten gaze sear into his and
slumps against the wall opposite her side of the room, losing a bit of his
concentration to the sudden intense downward motion of his dragon in the
air, reeling under the movements he shares with his dragon.

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth hushes both of his fellow Weyr mates <<
Shhhhh! I love her, there have been others before who were beautiful, but
there's was a minimal attraction. Don't ruin it for me! >> It's almost a hiss.

Aphrael frowns for the barest of moments, almost unnoticed as she tries to
look away from Kassima, but is unable to. She stares back calmly, her
emotions anything but as she chases the glowing green in the sky.

Lysseth> Vidarth snaps his wings open virtually at the same moment as
Lysseth does, some ways above her. He levels off in the clear air above
Lysseth and begins to spiral downwards after her as she levels off,
watching and waiting for any sudden moement.

T'lar pounds his fists on the floor of the weyr leaving little dark spots
behind as he clenches his fists by his side.

A lock of not quite long enough hair escapes Ais' careful ponytail and
drops before her face, obscuring the eyes that even if unseen can still be
felt as they rake over Kassima's form from a distance.

Lysseth> Adroth croons his need as he watches the green climb upwards
nearing his path. Great wings cup the air as he suddenly increases his
speed to attempt to match course with the glowing green before him.

Lysseth> Prefeth dives around, through, under and above the pack, always
changing as the mood takes him, going on instinct alone. Wings beating in a
settled rhythm, he drives himself after with little noise, as much to save
energy as to conceal himself.

Kassima wipes her sodden hair back from her face absently, lowering her
other arm to clutch at the stone wall behind her.

Lysseth> Spineth hurries to end his dive, realising too late that he could
never catch her so low to the ground anyhow. With all his might, with all
his energy, with all his effort, he pulls himself upwards, upwards and
after her. She climbs, he will climb.

T'yn body tenses with sudden effort. Face flushes as his dragon inspired
emotions flood his mind. Slowly turning towards Kassima but stays still and
well away from her.

Lysseth> Nicoth catches a rising thermal and finds himself almost directly
beneath the perfect little green. His wingspan dwarfs hers. Maneouvering
carefully, he attempts to position himself directly beneath her and block
the rising air with his great membranes. Without the lifting air, perhaps
the lissome green with fall to him.

Lysseth> Kemith croons joyously to Lysseth as she raises back up towards
him. His deep voice a calling of promisses as he folds his wings more to
cut downwards towards her, closer, and closer still. He darts to one side,
to miss Adroth, ignoring him as he speeds forward.

R'val takes one sstaggering step, and then another, closer to the
greenrider his eyes cannot seem to leave. He watches her with searing dark
eyes, holding his place among the mass of riders nearer to Kassima, his
posture almost painfully rigid.

Lysseth> Ciruth's respect for this most unusual Benden green increases
exponentially as he sees the lures and traps she leads the lesser followers
into. His is the true worship and he senses she can taste that, the longing
and adoration and humbling before her all quite tangible even through the
multiple dragon lengths that separate them. He glides outside the mob,
wanting to keep his intentions pure of the foul lecherous ones of the even
more unworthy. For he knows none of them deserve a place with her.

Channie murmers and half opens her eyes, her breath gasping out from
between her lips. She tilts her head up, snearing to herself before running
both hands through her fire-red curls.

Ursa leans against the stone wall, as if leaning on sanity. Conflicting
emotions rage across her face, her eyes darting suspiciously from one Rider
to another, but most frequently to Kassima.

Lysseth> Lysseth pulls up and stabilizes, needing to save her strength now.
Her glow is dimmed somewhat as she begins to tire, her wings beating with
determination *not* to be captured just when she is learning this new
freedom of the skies. Still as fast as a dart, she finds a thermal and
rides it through the dark skies of night.

Kassima suddenly seems to be recalled to herself for a moment, realizing
that there are others near. Too near. Her eyes flash as she backs up
against the wall and growls low in her throat as another warning.

Aislinn ignores the beads of sweat that change to streaks as they rain down
her forehead toward her cheeks. Her unblinking gaze reaches out to stroke
back the hair to reveal Kassi's face.

T'lar moans softly as if from a great effort. His eyes are firmly fastened
on Kassima. Slowly, he reaches out with one hand as he requesting
permission to rise and approach.

Lysseth> Vidarth lifts after Lysseth as she shoots by him, tilting his
wings into the familiar breeze of the Benden bowl. He snaps his wings with
an audible /crack/ of sound that echoes through the clear air as he pushes
his blue form upwards. Muscles along his chest, back, and in his wings
ripple as he chases, his red-whirtling gaze intently locked on the prize
that /will/ be his. He pushes hmself further now, denying any tiredness
that he may be feeling as he pounds the air to move upwards, ever upwards.

Lysseth> Prefeth catches himself before he calls out to the green, wanting
too badly but knowing he needs to keep his strength as he rises, banking
left to try and get above, or at least level to her from where he can move
closer.

Lysseth> Kemith beats his wings even stronger, night winds powering his
flight, his strength unfailing--and he is determined not to let the
beautiful one get away from him that easily!

Kassima ducks suddenly, lashing out with her nails--sharp as claws--to
avoid the others touching her. Not bothering to check whether or not her
blow connected, she presses against another wall, eyes panicked.

T'yn cunning grin slowly forms. Eyes intent on the green rider Kassima.
Body leaning back as his mind hears Adroths thought. Sheen of perspiration
shows as he moves tensely to lean back against the wall.

Lysseth> Ciruth's mind freezes even as his body goes into overdrive. She
can't tire ye! Not when he can't reach her to save her from these vile
horomone-driven monsters. It's not what she wants. He bugles in desperation
for her to hold out longer even as she flattens himself against wind
resistance, stroking his wings all the more feverishly.

R'val ducks back from Kassima's slashing nail, a staggering back more than
a coordinated motion. He maintains a healthy distance, breathing hoarsely
through his mouth now, licking his lips in an unsavory fashion as his
searing gaze stays on the deadly, irate greenrider.

Aphrael slowly, ever so slowly pushes herself away from the wall, not
wanting to, but her bond pushing her closer even as her lifemate moves
towards the green up in the sky.

Lysseth> Nicoth suddenly puts forth a great burst of speed. This is _his_
clutchmate. This one he will catch. She is perfect in her feminine
fertility. At this moment, she is his life and his light. He seems to grow
bigger as he strains outward with neck and back with tail. Heavy, powerful
muscles ripple under a gleaming hide.

Lysseth> Lysseth laborously lifts herself farther into the skies--what
other choice has she, if she is to escape? Falling into a swift glide, she
conserves what stamina she has remaining, sending out a shrill cry of
utmost defiance to the nearing males.

Lysseth> Spineth pursues relentlessly. The other dragons don't matter, he
knows that no doubt that he will catch her, there is no recolection or
anticipation of failure. With all his might he beats his wings in his
supreme effort.

Aislinn's eyes seem lost in the juxtoposition of the colors surrounding
Kassi's face,: the darkness of her hair, the red of her charm, the green so
like Lysseth's hide that Ais lets out a strangled moan as she fights with
herself to stay put against the far wall.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth hmmms. << All right, poses *after* my
next one will be attempts, if that's all right with everyone. If you don't
want to win, speak now or forever hold your peace. >>

Lysseth> Prefeth keeps rising even as Lysseth glides, finding, then
maintaining a position above her as he slowly angles inwards. He lets out a
longing croon, just to let her know that he is here, and waiting to catch her.

Lysseth> Adroth banks suddenly, moving closer to the glowing green. Neck
extending to croon encouragingly towards her. Tail twitching as he
considers. Following he upwards climb, wide wings catch the air around him,
moving him is swift pursuit.

Lysseth> Nicoth's eyes whirl rapidly as she tires and begins to fall from
the skies. He returns her cry with a croon of welcome and longing. He moves
to reach for her with wing, tail, neck and talon. His croons of entreaty
are continuous

Lysseth> Vidarth pounds the air relentlessly with wings that tire though he
will not admit it. His hide grays slightly, but he pushes himself onward,
using his reseres of strength to beat his wings in a restless staccato
rhythm, red-whirling gaze locked upon his goal, as he soars up from under
her, ducking past a larger, slower brown to get closer to her, uneeringly
closing.

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  That was not the attempt. >>

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Gotcha. >>

Lysseth> Kemith answers her cry with another croon, his neck ever extending
as he arros through the sky, his bodies muscles rippling under his silken
brown hide in his effort of speedy flight. With eyes only for her, he
matches her every movement, flying as one with her as much as his body
longs to be joined with her.

T'lar struggles to his feet and staggers a single step forward.

Lysseth> Ciruth bugles in exultation, that's the goddess that he prostates
himself before, the green that never gives up! Craning, straining, soaring,
he fights his way fiercel upward after Lysseth, the sun of his entire world
at this moment. He finally begins to close the gap, his eyes so violet as
to blend in with the ebony sky lit by only the two moons.

T'yn posture now suddenly tense. Eyes focused only on the green rider,
slowly standing away from the wall. Features showing determination, fierce
need and desire. His lifemates thought strong within his mind.

Dragon> Ciruth bespoke Flight with << That wasn't either, though believe me
Lysseth, you will have my all, every bit of me, if my attempt succeeds. >>

Dragon> Adroth bespoke Lysseth with <<  Ready. >>

R'val takes a staggering step closer to Kassima, perhaps unwisely, as sweat
pours down his face. He wipes it from him impatiently, and moves his tense
form towards her, closing on her in unconscious mimicry of his dragon's
actions in the sky.

Lysseth> Lysseth will *not* be caught so easily! No! She puts every ounce
of her stubborn will into a forward drive, wings pushing the air back and
helping her in her quest to go on, to escape, to flee. Her talons rake
across the back of one blue, Danwyth, and she bugles hoarsely in her
triumph as he falls back to the Bowl. That attack took some of her
strength, though. Energy flagging, she forces herself onward through purest
willpower.

Aislinn holds her breath, her cheeks going quite white as she cries, "Go,
love, yes, oh yes! She's within your grasp!"

Lysseth> Vidarth continues his upwards rise, and lets loose, at last, a
roaring cry of desire as he sees Lysseth hurtling downards. He manouvres to
block her downward throttle, extending wings and claws, tail and neck
pleadingly arched towards her, to snare her as she rushes by him, grappling
for her with all his remaining strength.

Lysseth> Nicoth gives a final full pump of his massive wings. Now all of
his attention is upon catching her. With a move that would make an agile
blue proud, he swings in from behind to the right and beneath her to grasp
at her sinous form. No more sounds issue from his great muzzle as all of
his strength is focused on the catch.

Kassima strikes out again, seeking to bring injury to any who would dare
come close to her now. But this lash is not as strong as the one previous,
and she cries out in desperation to somehow evade the inevitable.

Lysseth> Prefeth pushes himself forward, close to the outer limit of his
strength as he seeks to twine his neck with Lysseth's. To achieve this, he
angles in and downwards slightly. Thrusting his blue wing out, he tries to
entangle her green one to aid him in his attempt. He calls out to her once,
the croon echoing over the bowl as a promise of his protection.

Channie's eyes scan the room vacantly it seems, sparkling a bright, pale
green. She keeps her place against the wall, watching Kassi from afar.

T'lar flinches back from Kassima's attack yet moves another step forward.

Lysseth> Adroth eyes blowing as he nears the fleeing green. A quick bank
left delivers him above and just before her. Wings check his speed to match
hers. Neck extends towards her, tail angling downwards to *attempt* to
entangle her lovely form with his. Base voice crooning his need for her.

R'val reaches for Kassima, ducking back instinctively with what little of
his senses are not reeling from contact with his dragon. Howeer he remains
close, very close, ready to grab her at any moment.

Aphrael shakes her head to clear it, taking another step. A very small
step. She edges closer, even as the other riders around her seek to do the
same.

Lysseth> Spineth struggles fiercely to close the distance. He calls on any
reserves he may have to beat his wings, to move through the air, to pull in
close enough,to be where he needs to be. He yowls with frustration when a
blue blocks his sight of Lysseth, and then a brown, and then another brown.
The path to Lysseth is no longer clear and his angry cries declare that to
all.

Lysseth> Ciruth movement is in desperation now as Danwyth is taken out of
the running. Every time since the first time he took flight, every
faltering wingbeat he learned to correct, every drill that pushed him to go
just /this/ much faster, every flight he's ever been in has only been
practice for this moment. His bugle is soft, full of wonder, how can this
be? But if the noise is misleading, the movements he makes are incredible.
His wings snap forward, just managing to snag the edge of a thermal and
give him his one and only chance. Every last bit of hide is stretched to
embrace Lysseth and protect her.

Lysseth> Kemith lets his forelegs reach out from his body, his neck arching
into a sweet curve before extending towards her lithe green form. His
golden-brown tail spirals downward towards her, hoping to ensnare her, and
claim her for his own.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth sheeshes, y'all make this *hard*! :) I'll
have my decision ready in a moment. Whoever wins, you all did absolutely
wonderfully and made this a quite torturous group to choose from. :)

Dragon> Flight sense that Vidarth dracogrins

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  That's because we all love you. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth's hide turns purple as he flushes.

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  Ewwwwww :) >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Vidarth peers at Ciruth, << Did you swallow
something? You're turning purple. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth glares warningly at Nicoth and Vidarth <<
Stop it or I will lick you. >>

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  Sorry, no prob. >>

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << Noo! not..the lick! >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth eeks at the purple Barneydragons!

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth vomits in revulsion << No Barney! >>

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  Good. Barney is a dinosaur,
therefore, Ciruth can't win cause dinosaurs can >>

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  <continued> can't fly. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth licks the heck out of Nicoth (too bad, but
he really was warned :) )

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  Mommy! He licked me. >>

Dragon> Juliath bespoke Flight with << Does he still taste all salty? >>

Dragon> All dragons sense that Vidarth tastes like Caramel. Or so he's been
told!

Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth hees.. << Poor Nicoth. You would have
liked that if it was a green! :) >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Nicoth blushes.

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth blinkblinks at Juliath << I think he
tastes like dirt. >>

Dragon> Panth bespoke all dragons with << So add nuts and chocolate and we
have nutrageouth? >>

Dragon> All dragons sense that Tabbenth woders whose been licking Vidarth.. ;)

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke all dragons with << Whups, wrong channel ;} >>

Dragon> Panth bespoke all dragons with << Too late now >>

Dragon> All dragons sense that Vidarth suddenly resembles a big blue
version of Homer Simpson. << DOH! >>

Dragon> All dragons sense that Ciruth blinkblinkblinks in innocence just
the way his lifemate does sometimes.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth is a step closer to choosing, guys. This
is truly agonizing, and I really am sorry for the delay. It should only be
a moment more. :)

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << No problemo, dude. err...dudette :) >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Nicoth wonders at the frozen tableau in the skies
above Benden.

Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Ciruth goes into totally cheesy mode << I
would wait for you till Rukbat was a distant memory, fizzled out long
before your beauty. >> *duck*

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << Gah, Ciruth please..I just ate. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth slurps Vidarth.

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  You know. If she betweens now, we'll
all crash into one another. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Vidarth gurps.

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth is equal opportunity affectionate.

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << 7 dragon pileup in the upper sky!
POlice needed! >>

Dragon> Stranth bespoke Flight with << The Jaws of Life too. :) >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Adroth dragon grins "Or get out tails all tied in
one huge knot."

Dragon> Juliath bespoke Flight with << And the winner is...... >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Kheveth rumbles << Police? All right, but you
know this means I have to take the victim under my care... >> :)

Dragon> Ciruth bespoke Flight with << Hey guys, next time we want to have a
little draconic get together, can't we just go swimming? >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth pthbts. << I'm writing the pose, so just
shush. :) >>

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << Ack. No way, you ;) >>

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  Drumroll, please. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth notes that was aimed at Juliath. The rest
of you, banter on. *Dracogrin.*

Dragon> Flight sense that Kheveth suspects 'barrel roll' would be better
phrasing.

Dragon> Flight sense that Vidarth hauls out his drum set, and bangs on it.

Dragon> Flight sense that Juliath rumblechuckles. << You are so choosy,
Lys. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth eyes Juliath for a second and then shakes
his head, << Lysseth Lysseth Lysseth...>>

Dragon> Flight sense that Kailyth rolls some dragondrums for y'all.... ;)

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Nothing but the best for *this*
green. ;) >>

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  I'll take Juliath if I lose. >>

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << Oh hurry up and pose, Lysseth, my
wings are getting tired ;} >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth sighs. All right, all right, already! :)

Lysseth> Lysseth flares her wings, consumed with the urgent need to escape,
to evade--but that's not enough to carry her onward any longer. She falters
in the air, an unexpectant air current sending her crashing directly into
Ciruth.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << There, done. Thank you all! :) >>

R'val leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Lysseth> Vidarth flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

Lysseth> From the North, Vidarth flies downward to the ground.

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  I knew it would be Ciruth. sigh. >>

Lysseth> Nicoth flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

Lysseth> From the North, Nicoth flies downward to the ground.

Dragon> Vidarth bespoke Flight with << As did I. Bye gang. >>

T'lar leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Dragon> Prefeth bespoke Flight with << congrats Ciruth. :) >>

Lysseth> Adroth wide wings carry him upwards away from the mating pair.
Slowly banking left, he begins to spiral downwards.

Dragon> Flight sense that Juliath whuffles. << You're supposed to be a bit
more enthusiastic, sis. 'There, done.' Heh

Dragon> Flight sense that Kailyth trumpets his congratulations to his
clutchsib!

Lysseth> Prefeth croons regretfully as he drops away, angling downwards
towards the north bowl.

Lysseth> Kemith *ROARS* and arches to one side to miss the coupling,
buzzing a little too close to Adroth on his way past with a *BUGLE*

Dragon> Nicoth bespoke Flight with <<  Great flight, Kassi. Great
competition, guys. >>

Lysseth> Prefeth flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

Lysseth> Kemith flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

Channie leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Lysseth> From the North, Prefeth flies downward to the ground.

Ursa leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Aphrael leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Lysseth> Adroth flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

Lysseth> Ciruth's body is jolted, but it's okay. In fact, anything would
probably be okay right now as he twines to hold the green close. It's as if
the two were meant for each other as they slowly descend. Ciruth's eyes
lost in Lysseth;s.

Lysseth> From the North, Adroth flies downward to the ground.

Lysseth> Spineth flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

T'yn leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Lysseth> From the North, Spineth flies downward to the ground.

Dragon> Flight sense that Kemith thinks about getting tips from Ciruth--
Great flight, thanks for letting me join in!

Lysseth> From the North, Kemith flies downward to the ground.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth pthbts and thanks all for a terrific
flight. I had a blast, aside from all that mental torture. :)

Dragon> Flight sense that Ciruth snuggles with all the dragons.

Dragon> Prefeth bespoke Flight with << Groupdracosnug! >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Spineth snugs! thanks, it was fun. :)

Aislinn is on her feet and stumbling across the room in seconds.