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Lysseth's Third Flight


Date:  January 10, 1997
Places:  Benden Weyr's Living Cavern, North Bowl, Feeding Grounds, 
Upper Sky, 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:  Thanks go to all the dragons, riders, and other folk who
participated in the flight itself or the pre-flight RP. :)  For the sake 
of comic relief, dragonchat and some knotchat has been left in.  Things 
prefixed by Lysseth> take place first in the North Bowl, then in the
Feeding Grounds, and finally in the Upper Benden Sky.

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The Log:

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Deri smiles, "Guess I can wear my gather dress then."

Jaolem walks in from the kitchen.

Kassima tromps into the room, boot-heels clacking quite audibly on the 
floor as she walks over for a mug. Rather than pouring it full of cider or 
klah, she fills it with the contents of a bottle pulled from her pouch--a 
bottle that, indeed, some may recognize as *The* Bottle. White vapor 
floats up from her drink of choice as she thumps it down on her table, 
spilling a couple of drops, then plunks herself down with similar 
inelegance.

Jaolem pauses as he comes in from the kitchen, then smiles "Good Eve."

Davidon waves to kassima before nodding to Deri, "Aye, and have everyone 
admiring you too. I think you looked lovely last evening."

A snapping and sizzling sound emits from the drops on the table.

Kassima warily eyes the stranger, and offers, in greeting, "Enh. Wouldn't 
call it a *good* one, but I suppose 'tis an eve. Duties to wherever." She 
gulps some of the blue-green devil's brew in her stein, and the pain-
furrow on her brow does seem to fade a bit.

Benden Weyr> Kassima thwaps K'nan. :)

Asrai blinks as she raise her head from her nap.

Benden Weyr> Davidon heeh heehs!

Benden Weyr> K'nan blinks. What? I'm idle?

Davidon waves his hello to the newcomer, still standing at the hearth for 
warmth.

Benden Weyr> Kassima ohs. Sorry, EM. I naturally assumed it was you. ;)

Asrai mumbles, "Huh, what did I miss?"

Deri blinks and smiles at Davi before nodding to the stranger.

Jaolem offers shyly "I'm Joalem...from Far Cry..." pauses uncertainly

Kassima arches her eyebrows at Asrai over her upraised mug. "Don't know 
what you missed, but you mistook the 'Cavern for a sleeping place, 
apparently...." After another sip of What's In the Bottle, she adds, 
"Shouldn't do that; it makes for neck cricks."

Davidon says "I don't know Asrai...when did you drift off?"

Asrai tries to look outside to guage the time, not really being able to 
she shrugs, pushing her hair back over her shoulder..."Sorry, was up late 
last night doing chores...didn't mean to drift off like that." she blinks 
sleepily at all the new people.

Kassima sighs. "Wish I could sleep," she says sourly, with some envy to 
the tone. "I suppose I'll be able to, though, soon enough... even the 
'Cavern'd make a fine resting place at the moment. Feh." She runs a finger 
over the deep cut in the table's wood in front of her seat.

Asrailooks over with concern at her friend, "Kassi, you feeling alright?"

Jaolem looks taken aback at Kassima's comment, then shurgs slightly

Kassima sets down her mug to rub her temples, and shrugs. "Considering, I 
suppose," is her dry response. "In all truth, looking right forward to the 
end of the headaches, if naught else. Even that sharding asparagus stuff 
can't help too much, with Lyss starting up another one minutes after the 
last is gone...."

Asrai tilts her head to one side, "Ohhhh." she abscently takes up her mug 
of cider, making a face as she belatedly realises its now very cold. With 
a shrug she drinks it anyway.

Jaolem pours himself some klah, and finds a quiet table to sit, listening 
curiusly.

Kassima snorts at the vapor coming from her mug, dispersing it for a 
moment as she grips the cup in her hands. "Did enjoy the knife-throwing 
last night, though," she comments, more to empty air than to anyone in 
particular. "Aye, that... that was fun. Y'know, Asrai, Lys is a marvel 
with knives for a beginner. Hit that one snowman just where you did, on 
her first try. He's just nay having a good sevenday."

Asrai giggles, "Poor thing."

Asrai frowns a bit, "she wasn't...aiming for there...was she?"

Kassima lifts her shoulder in a shrug. "How should I know? Doubt it, 
though, since 'twas her first try and all. Sharding good hand with the 
knives, though. Sharding good. Took me a few months at least before I 
could aim for and hit that spot."

Asrai whews, "Well long as she wasn't trying for there..."

Davidon asks, "What happened at the lake last evening?" he's been missing 
out on everything.

Kassima turns to Davi and explains, "'Twere teaching a few folks t'be 
throwing th'knives, y'know. Lys was a fardling good hand at it, and Meli's 
going t'be good too if'n I don't miss m'guess... then Mart came, and we 
got him to throw knives 'long with us. I think. Got into a large argument 
with Lyss 'bout then, so mayhaps the others let him escape...."

Davidon chuckles softly, "Sounds like I missed out on a good time there." 
or maybe not by the way his eyes look. "What were you throwing 'um at?"

Asrai frowns, "Let him escape?" she turns to Davi, "Oh...some very 
interesting looking snowmen."

Kassima is perfectly deadpan as she replies, "Dragonhealer trainees who 
ask too many questions, of course. What else?" She sighs as Asrai gives 
away the truth.

Asrai winces, "Sorry, Kassi."

Davidon hmmphs at Kassi, "I'll remember that when Lysseth needs someone to 
look her over." he says, lifting his chin.

Kassima snorts. "Lysseth is in the best of health. Has been for Turns. 
Rarely indeed does she need looking over." This last is said with a trace 
of pride, though a bit spoiled by the rider's obvious irritation with her 
green.

Davidon hhmmms thoughtfully and just nods, his expression making him look 
to be in no great mood either, but he turns and looks back at the fire.

Asrai stands up to get herself some hot cider. dumping out the old into 
the pan provided...as she makes her way back she sees what Kassi is 
drinking, "Kassi...that isn't one of those 'Bottle' things, is it?"

Kassima hrms right back at Davi, and gulps back some more of The Bottle 
(well, technically, The Mug). "Huh? Oh. Nay. It's a mug."

Asrai frowns as she takes a peek inside, "But what is that stuff in it?"

"What does it look like? 'Tis what's in The Bottle, a'course." Kassi peers 
into the faintly bubbling contents of her mug as though she could see all 
the secrets of the universe therein.

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

Asrai makes a wierd face, "But I thought you said that stuff was 
dangerous...you sure its safe to drink?"

Deri shakes her head, "I wouldn't drink it."

Kassima lifts an eyebrow and snorts. "Think I recall you asking me that 
last time... I'll give you the same answer that I think I gave last time. 
Sure, 'tis a bit of an oddity as drinks go, but 'tis about the only thing 
strong enough to dull the pounding in m'head a wee bit...." She sighs. 
"'Sides, naught really affects me right now drink-wise. Save to add to the 
headache with a hangover come morn."

Asrai arches an eyebrow, then sems to remeber what is close to happening, 
"Of course, silly of me to ask.."

Asrai looks to Davi for help.

Tresselin walks in from the bowl.

Jalimax waves and smiles at Tress.

Asrai looks up and waves to Tress, "Heya!"

Tresselin waves at Jalimax and Asrai on her way over to a table of 
pitchers. "Evening, all," she says cheerfully.

Kassima shrugs. "Can't help nay remembering, I suppose," she admits 
philosophically and a touch grudgingly.

Asrai hides a smile in her mug of cider, almost fogetting to blow on it 
first...she soon realises her mistake when she burns her tongue. "Ow!'

Tresselin peers at the pitchers and is about to choose a drink when she 
hears Asrai. Turning her head to look at Asrai, she asks, "Are you all 
right?"

Asrai holds her tongue between two fingers, "All be awwite."

Tresselin looks puzzled for a moment, and smiles faintly when she finally 
figures out just what it was that Asrai said. She nods slowly, and goes 
back to the pitchers, choosing and pouring herself some of the steaming 
cider.

Kassima peers at Asrai. "Might want to try letting it cool some first, 
next time," she suggests drolly.

Tresselin looks about the cavern. "Does anyone else need something to 
drink, while I happen to be here?"

Asrai nods to Kassi looking awfully silly as she trys to suck cool air 
past her tongue.

Kassima shakes her head. "They don't have pitchers of The Bottle over 
there," she replies, refilling her own mug from the vial from her pocket.

Tresselin in on her way over to sit down when she stops and blinks at 
Kassima. "Er...what's The Bottle?"

Asrai gives a tiny shiver.

Kassima sighs and explains, "'Tis this thing I've brewed, from... um... 
White Lightning, blue stuff, green stuff, and gold stuff. Most people 
don't think 'tis safe to drink, y'see."

Tresselin raises an eyebrow, and nods. "I...I see."

Asrai gives a nother shiver, blowing on the cider this time before sipping 
experimentally.

Kassima adds, "'Tis nay so bad, really. But K'nan's the only one who 
agrees with me on that. Well, and maybe Aladis... Alisa and Tamma seemed 
to like it, too."

Asrai mutters to herself, evil evil stuff...

Tresselin glances down at her cider, and then at The Bottle. "Oh...well...
perhaps you have to be in the, um, right...state of mind?" She looks at 
the grimacing Asrai, "You've tried it?"

Asrai holds up her hand, a small space seen between her thumb and 
forefinger, "A little...the time when two Greens rose at the same time..." 
She shivers, "that was the time Kassi was making fireballs with the 
stuff.." She lowers her voice at this so Salless doesn't overhear.

Kassima hrms, and shrugs. "That notion has merit," she admits. "Hadn't 
thought of it that way... Asrai, 'twas making fireballs from brandy, nay 
this. I think."

Asrai blushes, "I don't remeber very much from that night..."

Kassima chuckles dryly. "Likely wouldn't m'self, but given how flammable 
this stuff is, I doubt I'd thrown it in the fire. I'd recall a fireball 
*that* spectacular." She glances at her mug, then the hearth, 
consideringly, but appears to reject a notion with a faintly irritated 
wave of her hand.

Perhaps Salless over heard...perhaps its just coincedence, but the woman 
moves to stand in what seems like a protective manor in front of the 
hearth.

Tresselin blinks. "Oh. Fireballs. That must have been...interesting."

Asrai giggles softly nodding, "twas a sight indeed."

Kindre walks in from the bowl.

Salless smiles sweetly at the junior queenrider.

Kassima grins another one of those shows-too-many-teeth-for-comfort 
grins. "Oh, aye! 'Twas interesting, all right... downright spectacular. 
Imagine, a roar of sudden red-gold flames as the glass breaks...." She 
sighs, sitting back in her chair and looking rather starry-eyed by the 
thought.

Kindre waves merrily as she whispers for some klah and finds a seat. 
"Evening," she calls before plopping down and smiling as she waits for 
the mug. "Huh," is her confused question when she overhears Kassima.

Asrai looks up and waves with a right smile at Kindre, "Heya Kindre! Come 
join us!"

Jalimax waves at Kindre.

Tresselin nods at both Asrai and Kassi, still contemplating the fireballs.

Asrai gives a warning look to Kindre the type that says..'You don't want 
to know'.

Kassima smiles widely at Kindre. "Fireballs," she explains. "From 
throwing wine in the hearth. 'Twas just contemplating their magnificence."

Benden Weyr> Kassima oohs, Kassi's become a pyro!

Benden Weyr> Karise says, "We knew you had it in ya, Kassi!"

Kindre chuckles, "But it sounds like some sort of fun, to be true," she 
says softly back to Asrai. Blinking as a steaming cup of brew is deposited 
in front of her, she smiles her thanks and turns to regard Kassima. 
"Fireballs? I'd no idea you could do that..."

Kassima peers into her mug and notes, "If you strike flint and drop a 
spark in this glass, 'twill ignite in a blaze that's downright amazing. 
I've tried it. It really is something, you know...."

"Sounds a bit dangerous," Kindre comments before shrugging. She takes a 
teentitive sip of klah to test the temperature before speaking again. 
"So," she tries to change the subject with her chipper voice, "what else 
have we been comtemplating this eve?"

Asrai chews on her lower lip, "Well I kinda fell asleep there for a bit...
but before that people were talking about tunnelsnakes and spinners..."

Kassima tilts her head. "Oh, just the usual. Pain. Death. Chaos. Those 
poor snowmen. That sort of thing."

Kindre chuckles and shakes her head. "I always miss the best 
conversations," she remarks dryly. "Spinners are nearly as bad as those 
dreaded spiderclaws...Jays, I hate them." Shuddering briefly, she regains 
her smile, "And I saw those snowmen...shells, Kassima, the poor things 
never had a chance!"

Asrai giggles, "specially that one...."

Kassima laughs dryly. "Aye. What would the fun be if they did? 'Sides, 
more meaningful the way they were... nay stereotypical."

Tresselin shivers. "I can't stand spinners...and I haven't seen the 
snowmen, though I've heard quite a bit. I don't know if I /want/ to see."

Asrai adds helpfully, "twasn't so bad...long as you kept repeating to 
yourself that they where just made out of snow..."

Kassima adds, "Wish I hadn't believed K'nan when he said the alcohol would 
freeze. Some good skins of Tillek Red Swill, placed right, would've 
spurted wonderfully."

Asrai shivers.

Kindre chuckles and nods her head at all said. "True enough, on all 
counts. How fares all tonight? I've finally finished my duties, 
thankfully." Blinking at the greenrider's last comments, she has to put 
down her klah mug to keep from spilling it. "Well, would be better to 
waste than the red we used at the Reaches..."

Kassima nods, snorting. "Who'd use Tillek Red for aught *else*, I ask 
you?"

Tresselin grins at Kassima. "You've a point there..."

Kindre smirks a bit, "Mayhap to fend off tunnelsnakes and creatures of the 
sort...but, true, not many other uses for the stuff. I'd caution to even 
refer to is as wine!"

Kassima shakes her head in disgust. "'Tisn't. 'Tis naught but Swill."

Asrai giggles into her mug.

Kindre laughs, "Again, true on that!" Seemingly even the thought of the 
stuff leaves a big enoughs distaste in her mouth that she pushes the 
simple klah away to cool untouched. "Well, anyhow, how fares Lyss, 
Kassi?"

Asrai looks over the rim of her mug, a bit wearily at this question.

Kassima sighs. "Grumbling, disagreeable... sleeping now, though, so nay 
so very terribly. Sharding green. Can't wait until she goes up and gets 
this nonsense over with."

Asrai says softly, "Well by the look of her earlier...I don't think 
you'll be waiting too much longer."

Lysseth> Dulath lumbers here from the south.

Lysseth> Dulath warbles cautiously to Lysseth.

C'vadan walks in from the bowl.

Kindre bobs her head slowly, "Jays...well, 'least she's sleeping. You 
hungry," she asks suddenly. "For that matter, is anyone? I need a snack." 
Wrinkling her lips, she bobs her head almost solemnly at Asrai.

C'vadan wanders in looking like the proverbial feline.

Kassima chuckles wryly. "Seems dubious, doesn't it? I'd say nay m'self. 
Can't be sure. Lyss is... Lyss. Anyone got a block of wood?"

Asrai nods to Kindre...I could do with something to eat...heya C'vadan!"

Tresselin waves at C'vadan, and blinks at Kassima. "Why do you need a 
block of wood?"

Lysseth> Lysseth cracks open one eyelid, and snorts faintly in response.

Deri shakes her head, "Nope. I still think she'll rise tonight or 
tomorrow."

C'vadan waves. "Evening, folks," he says as he pours himself some juice. 
"What a wonderful evening, no?"

Kindre's brows quirk and return from searching out a drudge. "Wood, 
Kassi," is her somewhat puzzled question. "Hello, C'vadan," she adds and 
smiles.

Kassima frowns at Deri. "Don't try to second-guess me when it comes to my 
dragon. I know what she's like better'n you do." She adds, in answer to 
the queries, "To carve, of course. It's nice to have something to cut up 
to while time away."

Lysseth> Herath comes down from Herath's ledge.

Dragon> Dulath bespoke Lysseth with << You are looking positively radiant 
tonight, Lovely One. >>

Tresselin's eyes widen slightly at the words 'cut up'. "Um.../I/ don't 
have one, and I don't know where one would get a block of wood..."

C'vadan hmmms? "I have a block I haven't started whittling yet, Kassi. 
How big do you need?" He is oblivious alright.

Lysseth> Dulath senses that Lysseth stirs from her restless dozing long 
enough to reply, shortly, << Do I not always? >>

Asrai winces a bit as Kassi's tone, busying herself with her cider.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Dulath croons softly. << Yes, without fail. 
But tonight, there is just that something *extra* >>

Benden Weyr> C'vadan snugs Meli and watches the greenriders descend 
*aiee!*

Benden Weyr> Meli fought fog, fire, and fall to arrive in time :)

Benden Weyr> K'ti yeeks and realizes that Kassi's flying tonight!

Kindre sits, perhaps a bit stunned, but not enough to keep quiet. "Mayhap 
that's not a bad idea, Kassi," she smiles, "gives you something to focus 
on and lose time with."

Kassima shrugs irritably. "Shells, I don't know. Big. Small. Fat. Slender. 
Doesn't matter, so long as I can chop at it for awhile."

Asrai giggles softly at this, looking over to kindre with a smile at her 
suggestion.

C'vadan digs into his pouch and pulls forth a fist-sized block of light 
wood. "This work?" he asks, lobbing it to the greenrider.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Prolly, K'ti. Fear. :)"

Benden Weyr> C'vadan will *not* give her a knife, though :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima has plenty of her own, Cav, no worries on that 
score. ;)

C'vadan sips at his juice and is generally in a good mood. Smiling and 
cheerful.

Lysseth> Dulath senses that Lysseth yawns and stretches, folding her 
wings. << Extra. Hrmph. I do not think I ever look less dazzling than I do 
right now, thank you. >>

Benden Weyr> Kassima giggles as Lyss has apparently been taking vanity 
lessons from Adonith. :)

Kindre, based on past experience, decides to pass on the food idea. The 
thought of Tillek swill still tainting her mouth, she decides the only 
cure is good wine. Asking quietly for some, she then smiles seeing the 
piece of wood. "Cutting anything particular out of it, Kassi? Or are you 
just going to see how it goes?"

Benden Weyr> K'ti hrmfs, wishing she could join in :P

Dragon> Dulath bespoke Lysseth with << My pardons, Lovely One. It is a 
fault of my eyes only. >>

Benden Weyr> C'vadan says, "No doubts, Kassi :)"

Jalimax smiles.

Kassima catches it neatly, and eyes it. "Aye, 'tis wood." She pulls one 
of her many knives from beside her belt, and thunks it into the wood. 
"Nay, nay... just think I'll stab it for awhile. If aught comes out of it, 
then that's what I'm cutting it."

Deri sits quietly and drinks some juice, "So what are you going to do for 
the Boll Gather gather Davi?"

Benden Weyr> Kassima laughs and snugs a Miss K'ti. :)

Davidon looks up from his moody-looking thoughts and turns to Deri, "Me?" 
he asks, and then answers, "I don't know. Eat lots of bubblies?" he 
quirks a small smile.

Benden Weyr> K'ti begins stringing out her banners that root for 
Lysseth ;)

Asrai shrinks back in her seat, motioning for some wine too....on second 
thought she has the drudge bring over a skin for her and Kindre to share.

C'vadan blinks at each thunk of knife into wood and realization sets in. 
Instantly, his great mood evaporates as he mouths wordlessly that dreaded 
word: Proddy.

Asrai glances over at Cav and nods solumnly.

"Gather," Kindre asks quickly, "When is that one? I've only vaguely heard 
of it recently..." She chuckles hearing Davidon's response and then turns 
to Asrai, "Mayhap we can get tangled up again in a race? Oh, good idea," 
is said in a relieved tone as the skin appears.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "But, K'ti, the green *always* wins. ;)"

Davidon says "Ofira says it's very soon. In a few sevendays by the sound 
of it."

Benden Weyr> K'ti grins, "yah, but Jaralth woudl be heartbroken if I 
rooted for another male ;)"

C'vadan takes a seat, glancing at the bowl and sighs.

Asrai takes the skin from the drudge with a smile, pouring two glasses for 
the goldrider and herself...she looks at Cav questioningly, motioning with 
the skin.

Kassima doesn't even notice, so busy is she trying to maul, massacre, 
maim, murder, and other painful-sounding verbs starting with m this block 
of wood. *Thunk.* *Thunk.* Suddenly, Kassi starts singing as she wields 
her implement of destruction against the hapless block. Hard to make out 
what, though, over the thunks.

C'vadan listens to Kassima sing and hears every word as a death knoll 
(sp?). Slowly, he places his head into his hands.

Tresselin stares nervously at Kassi and her knife, but finally manages to 
tear her gaze away, trying to fins something else to look at.

Kindre nods to Davidon, "Great...we'll all have to collaborate and go." 
Taking the glass with an appreciating smiles, she drinks long from it 
before sighing, "Thank you, I believe I needed that." She winces with 
each of the first stabs into the wood.

Jalimax chuckles and watches Kassi.

Benden Weyr> C'vadan puts the executioners hood on Kassi :)

Benden Weyr> Kindre giggles!

Benden Weyr> Tresselin laughs.

Asrai pours a third glass for Cav, sliding it over to Cav, patting him on 
the shoulder comfortingly.

Benden Weyr> Kassima wields the great, shining, razor-sharp axe, and 
grins wickedly. ;)

Davidon nods very slowly, "Um...yeah, sure...."

C'vadan looks through his finger at who is patting him and sigh in relief 
it is not Kassima with one of her knives. "Thank you, Asrai," he says 
softly.

Deri smiles, "You okay Cav?"

Kindre's occasional wincing stops as the sound slowly becomes an expected 
one. "Remind me to drag her over to Tillek to execute their supplies of 
Swill next time she's like this," she mumbles quietly.

Asrai nods, "No problem." she then sits back and sips at her own glass, 
watching Kassi carefully. she jumps a little at each *THUNK*

Davidon leans over and whispers to Deri.

Kassima hums, "When the day wears away, sad I wander by the water, where 
a man, born of sun, wooed the night's dark daughter... la la la, la la... 
ow!" She pauses as she cuts her thumb, just a little, and gives the block 
a truly murderous look before setting into her task twice as 
enthusiastically as before.

[Editor's Note:  The preceeding song verse was moderated from a verse of
'Tha Mi Sgith,' a Darkover filksong performed by Margaret Davis.]

Asrai shrinks back from the flying chips of wood, covering her wineglass 
so that none fly in.

Kindre shivers and takes another long swallow from her glass of wine. 
Patting her lips with her palm, she gives the wood a brief look of 
apathy. Steadying her voice, she dares to ask, "Are you alright, Kassi? 
I mean...the cut..." She's not about to question the behavior.

C'vadan stares at the wine, trying to decide if it is worth trying to 
drink it.

Tresselin waits, wide-eyed, for Kassi's answer to Kindre, as she is 
wondering the same thing. She unconciously leans back, away from Kassi 
and the knife.

Deri sits next to C'vadan, "Hey, you okay?"

Kassima hrms? "Oh, fine," she replies briskly, not even seeming to notice 
it anymore as she sings on, switching songs on a whim, "Cheat bone's 
connected to deceit bones, and thereby connected to... aww, sharditall! 
I'm out of wood!" Indeed, she has decimated the hunk into many small 
chips.

[Editor's Note:  And that verse was from the song 'Skeletons In My 
Closet,' from the 7th Guest computer game soundtrack.]

Davidon looks around once more and heads out to the bowl quietly.

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

Asrai blinks, "that didn't last long enough at all.." She says softly, 
sipping her wine.

C'vadan thinks. Wood. Where is his sharding wood. Stress. I can't think 
straight. Oh, no. Is she looking at me. You can just read the emotions on 
his face. "Uh, you want me to get you some more, Kassi?" he asks softly.

Kassima shakes some chips and splinters out of her hand, pausing to stick 
her thumb in her mouth to lick the blood off the cut. "Ifood betho kind," 
she mumbles at the same time.

Asrai giggles at C'vadan's expense, pointing helpfully to the log pile by 
the hearth.

"I think that'd be a good idea," Kindre says quietly over to C'vadan. 
Keep her occupied until...well, the thought is easily readable in her 
eyes. "Asrai, is there wine left," she asks while she finishes the glass, 
"I'm just terribly thirsty."

C'vadan nearly bolts out of his seat, shouldering past people as if they 
were not there. Trays are knocked from hands, food flies everywhere.

Asrai nods to Kindre, refilling both of their glasses, taking a large 
swallow from her own.

C'vadan returns from the woodpile with enough logs to build a small 
cabin. "Here you go, Kassi," he grunts under the strain of the wood's 
weight.

Asrai sputters as Cav comes back, momentarily choking on her wine.

Kindre blinks as edibles suddenly litter the floor nearby. That's when 
her stomach reminds her of its empty status. "Crackdust, I'm hungry...
this wine'll go straight to my head if I don't eat first." Suddenly an 
image of a wherry house propped with forks enters her head. "Hrm, 
nevermind."

Deri frowns and helps get out more wine, "I think we're going to need 
it."

Kassima blinks at Cav, a gob of food splatted on her cheek from his hasty 
departure before. "Um...." She eyes the wood, then abruptly beams. "Just 
think of all the hacking fun I can have with this! Thankee, Cav!" She 
grabs up her knife and stabs at the nearest wood, even as Cav's still 
holding it. A chip flies out and sticks to the food stuck to Kassi.

Asrai continues to coughsputter for a long moment, trying to stop 
laughing...but also having not eaten the wine prevents her from doing so 
right away.

Lysseth> Spineth backwings for a landing.

Lysseth> Dulath warbles low to Spineth. Not exactly his usual greeting.

Kindre stifles a giggle upon spying Kassima's cheek. Nodding her thanks 
for the refilled glass, she attempts to sip at it, though most is 
snicker-shook onto her lap.

Tresselin looks at Kassi and then bites her lip, attempting not to burst 
out laughing.

"Uh, Kassi," he says, flinching at each stab. "These... these are heavy." 
Already his legs are starting to waver.

Lysseth> Spineth lands on the sands, but rather than settling down calmly, 
he rears up, fluttering his wings, bugling a challenge. Ursa holds on for 
dear life.

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

Asrai giggles and adds helpfully, "you could put them down Cav."

Lysseth> Lysseth raises her head a bit, and, with red-whirling eyes still 
mostly lidded, yawns widely.

Asrai mutters to Kindre, "... worse... she..."

C'vadan blinks. "Oh, yeah," he says, then drops them. One right on his 
foot. "OW! Ow! Ow!" he says hopping around, holding one foot. "Ow!"

Lysseth> Ursa scrambles down at top speed. "SHARDS!" she curses irritably, 
making short work of removing Spineth's straps, muttering as she does. 
Words like "sharding..." glowing..." and several more, "Sharding..."s.

Ursa walks in from the bowl.

Lysseth> Dulath matches Spineth's bugle with one of his own.

Kindre chuckles harder and bobs her head, "True 'nough there," she 
manages to say.

Kassima hmms? as she continues stabbing. Missing, sometimes... but 
fortunately, a log has always been there to deflect the knife. So far. As 
the logs fall, yanking her knife with them, she frowns. "Hey!" She glares 
at Cav, never mind that the poor brownrider is on his last leg, so to 
speak. Okay, bad pun, but we all are allowed one once in awhile.

Asrai busts out laughing at this, trying her best not to spill her wine 
in the process, "C'vadan...*giggle*...you alright?"

Ursa storms in, looking to be one of her finer irritable moods. "That is 
one glowing green out there," she announces, pointing bowlwards. She 
marches straight for the klah, drawling, "Nice dance, there, Cav."

Fortunately, his bouncing takes C'vadan out of Kassima's immediate reach. 
"I'll live," he says, grimacing.

Lysseth> Herath is lying far off from all of this. For one rare piece of 
time she decides adding her tart opinion to the mix is unwise.

Lysseth> Spineth rears up again, bugling even louder. As if he's trying 
to prove something.

Asrai takes another large swallow of wine, trying to get it down before 
something else makes her laugh.

Deri shakes her head and starts bringing out more wine and anything 
alcoholic, "I think we are going to need this."

Lysseth> Dulath bugles back, eyes whirling red.

Ursa stands by the klah pot, downing the whole mug full in as few gulps 
as is necessary. She eyes Kassi suspiciously and refills her klah.

Kindre takes another extended draw from her glass. Head lowering after 
this latest knock-back of alcohol, she waves and nonods to Ursa. "Ah, so 
we've become aware of," she comments before nodding towards Kassima, the 
dancing C'vadan, and the mutanous log.

Dragon> All dragons sense that Lysseth does the usual hiss, growl, etc 
thing, then grabs the microphone from the OOC corner. << Hear ye, hear 
ye! To whom it may concern, according to the synchronized digital watches 
my rider and I wear, it's about time for me to go up and put an end to my 
rider's misery... for now, anyway. So! Anyone who's interested is welcome 
to come to Benden and slurp down a herdbeast or three in our Feeding 
Grounds right about now. Oh, and listen to the +flights channel, too. We 
now return you to your regularly scheduled mayhem. >>

Benden Weyr> C'vadan does a John Travolta Disco pose *tada!*

Benden Weyr> Karise ughs and hides.

Benden Weyr> Kindre lol!

Dragon> Dulath bespoke Flight with << Woowoo! >>

Ursa snatches up two rolls. She buries the first roll in her mug of klah, 
then eats the klah-soaked thing, getting the double bonus of getting a 
good dose of klahness while filling her stomach.

Benden Weyr> C'vadan sings, "Stayin' alive, Stayin' alive. Ow! Ow! Ow! 
Let me stay aliiiiiiiiveeeee!"

Benden Weyr> Karise now has "Staying Alive" in her head. Thanks Cav. :P :)

Asrai mutters to Kindre, "I... soon...this... going... head."

Dragon> Flight sense that Aberuth OOCly tsks, << And me fighting 
thread ;) >>

Benden Weyr> Ursa cheers! Go Cav!

Deri looks at Cav and starts laughing, then she pushes him into a seat 
out of Kassi's reach, "Sit befoe you fall."

Kassima clicks her tongue, sounding distinctly... disappointed? when Cav 
announces he'll survive. "You made me drop my wood," she grumbles, 
picking up one of the logs to start hacking into it again. "You know how 
bad that is for a knife? Do you?" Muttering epithets under her breath, 
Kassi wrenches the knife free and examines it for damage.

Tresselin looks around. "Um...is there enough left in anyone's skin for a 
glass for me?"

Benden Weyr> Tresselin laughs!

Benden Weyr> Kassima tosses Cav a white leisure suit and some gold 
chains, and starts singing, "Disco inferno! Disco inferno! Disco, disco! 
Disco inferno!" Someone, please put her out of her misery.

Benden Weyr> Karise gets the custard pie for Kassi.

Asrai winces hoping for all their sakes that the knife is undamaged.

C'vadan finally stops hopping and hobbles about. "Shards, I hope Ely 
doesn't find out."

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth taps the lecturn. << Test, test... does 
everyone have their #2 pencils? :) >>

Benden Weyr> Meli gets the bright idea to NPC a dragon and give chase :b

Ursa pauses in shovelling down her roll. She seems to be in a hurry to get 
food into her stomach. "Find out what, Cav?" she asks, klah dribbling down 
her chin.

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth sits in the background, and is ready to 
swoop in when the flight is announced.

Benden Weyr> C'vadan says, "Uh, Ely, I can't do drills today. I dropped a 
cord of wood on my foot trying not to get stabbed by Kassi..."

Benden Weyr> Kassima woos! Getting chased by a greenrider, O Happy Day.

Kindre bobs her head to Asrai in agreement to the whisper. She, too, then 
eyes the knife, silently hoping its return to Kassima is an undamaged 
one.

C'vadan finds a seat. "Nothing."

Ursa starts on her second roll. An attempt at normal conversation: "Hey, 
those charts turned out really well, Cav."

Kassima shakes her knife to make sure it's steady, and it's just 
coincidence that she waves it in Cav's direction. Of course. "Well..." 
she finally announces, "it *seems* all right. But if this thing falls 
apart later, it'll be in--I mean, on your head!"

C'vadan says "Thanks, Ursa, I..." He blinks when Kassima 'threatens' him. 
"Uh... I mean... really, I... uh..."

Asrai's violet eyes widen a bit at the threat...really its just a 
coinsidence that she moves farther down the bench away from Cav and 
closer to the protection of Kindre.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth lets her rider threaten Dulath's 
rider's life a bit longer, then clears her thoat. << Okay, you dragonfolk 
out there, the Feeding Grounds are now open for business, selling 
McBovines and McWherries for your dining enjoyment. No chocolate shakes, 
though, I'm afraid. >>

Kindre pats Asrai's shoulder, herself fazed, frightened a bit, too, but 
still of half a wit not to flee. "It's Lyss's mood making her talk like 
that..." she mumbles quietly to her.

Benden Weyr> Kassima is in *such* a weird mood tonight. :)

Lysseth> Dulath lumbers south.

Benden Weyr> Lily says, "Weird is good."

Benden Weyr> C'vadan says, "You think this is normal for me, Kassi???"

Deri stays away from Kassi, her own eyes a little round."

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

Benden Weyr> K'nan relogs, and stays firmly in his weyr. Getting drunk. ;)

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Dulath flies down the first buck he 
sees, killing it instantly.

J'cob walks in from the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Hey, K'nan! Come, watch the festivities. ;)"

Benden Weyr> J'cob heads for harm's way.

Lysseth> Spineth trumpets angrily as his rival brown makes his escape. 
With a shout that echoes off of the bowl wall, he takes off into the air.

Benden Weyr> K'nan hides. No! ;)

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

J'cob wanders in, the twinkle of particular evil in his eyes.

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

C'vadan's dark eyes bob with each motion of Kassima's knife.

Kassima smirks at Cav. "You, uh? I think you said that before." She 
suddenly stabs the knife firmly downward, not in the block, but in the 
table. It is yet another meaningless coincidence that this new mark is 
perpendicular to the old, making sort of an X-shape.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Dulath bugles a challenge to the 
newcomers. He tears the belly from the buck savagely.

Benden Weyr> K'nan says, "Besides, Veyath refuses to take me down anyway. 
She's scared. ;)"

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Spineth soars straight down into the 
feeding grounds, the strength of his dive snuffing out the life of a 
large herdbeast immediately.

Asrai jumps, her wine sloshing around in her glass and out...not willing 
to risk good wine she licks the side of the glass, still keeping an eye 
on Kassi.

C'vadan jumps, his imagination making that X a spot on his chest. He 
looks a little green at the moment.

Deri looks at the knife and the table, "Kindre what else should I get 
besides alcohol?"

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Drienth sits a moment, watching the 
others.

Ursa taptaptaps her roll on the table. She shudders, commenting, 
"Spineth's unusually aggressive tonight."

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth UGHS, and is coming now. Computer just 
decided to crash on me.

C'vadan coughs and nods his head towards Kassima. "Psst, Ursa. Kassima."

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

Kindre, somewhat slowed by the two and a half glasses of inhaled wine, 
simply blinks at the sounds. Her response to Deri is even slower, "Hmm? 
Oh, jays, I'm not certain...wine, lots of it. Mayhap food, though that 
serves little concelation to the losing riders..."

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Eeek, computers. Evil things, they 
are. 'Sallright, though; the gorefest is just starting. :) >>

Kassima hmmms? and glances over, picking up the wood to do Faranth-knows-
what with it. "What?"

J'cob pays no attention, pouring wine first. then, having filled his 
glass, he turns to see what exactly is going on. And doesn't even do a 
doubletake.

Dragon> Flight sense that Dulath munchmunchmunched.

Ursa eyes Kassi just as directed, through narrowed slits. She nods amiably 
when Kassi turns her direction, though her eyes are still slitted.

Asrai takes another large swig of wine giggling at nothing in particular.

Lysseth> Verenth backwings for a landing.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Dulath takes down another large beast 
even more savagely than the first. His muzzle foams red with blood as he 
drinks his fill.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Drienth reaches out to swipe at a 
passing wherry, which unfortunately sticks on his claw. This makes the job 
of chomping it to release a gout of bright red blood all the easier, 
however, as the blue attempts to slake an unquenchable thirst.

Deri nods and gets out food, "Cav I need some help."

Lysseth> Melata climbs down Verenth's side to the ground, using his 
foreleg as a step.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Spineth alights on the ground, his 
herdbeast clutched angrily in his talons. With a furious roar, he ducks 
his head, teeth finding the exact spot he needs to drain the beast of its 
blood.

C'vadan blinks at Deri. "Huh?" Yep, he's at full senses alright.

Ursa nudges Cav next to her. "Cav," she drawls. "The lady needs help."

Lysseth> Lysseth slowly opens her eyes, which, shining a bloody crimson, 
match the rest of her glow for glow. Spreading her wings, she lifts her 
head high and lets loose with a full-throated *TRUMPET*!

Lysseth> Verenth rumbles as he comes in for a landing, and gives a large 
wink in the direction of the green. He's the one that dragged his rider 
out here tonight, something about Benden greens just being the best.

Lysseth> Verenth lumbers south.

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

J'cob waves to Ursa, then takes a seat to watch.. the show.

Kassima starts as Lyss's trumpet resounds through the Cavern, and sighs. 
"Oh, nay, nay again," she mutters. "Shells, can't that wherryspawned vtol 
ever have good timing?"

Asrai's eyes widen, muttering softly, "Thank goodness!"

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Spineth looks up, snarling angrily 
as the blue arrives, splattering blood everywhere. He returns his muzzle 
to the throat of the beast, finishing the task of draining the carcass.

Benden Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Verenth slides in, leaping over the 
top of a corral and right onto the top of a herdbeast. Crunch, Crack, 
Munch, sluuuuuuurp.

Lysseth> You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the 
bowl floor to carry you aloft.

Lysseth> You fly towards the south end of the bowl.

Lysseth> You fly downwards towards the feeding grounds.

Kindre nearly sputters her wine, it's effects obvious in her goofy smile 
and tilted head. Everything suddenly seems ever more humorous. 
"Crackdust..."

Lysseth> Dulath bugles at Lysseth's arrival. He spreads his wings in an 
impressive display of his wingspan, standing ready to leap into the air 
when the green does so.

Lysseth> Lysseth lands in the Feeding Grounds right on the back of one 
unfortunate bovine, who, needless to say, goes crunch under the green's 
impact. Spreading her wings wide, Lysseth steps back off of her snack-to-
be and *hisses* at all the males in the Grounds, eyeing them momentarily 
before lowering her head to partake of the beast's life and make it her 
own.

Asrai joins kindre, taking up a cloth to wipe her face...she means well, 
but its prolly a bit more forefull then she ment the action to be.

Asrai says "Here, let me help you've made a mess!"

Lysseth> Drienth rumbles enticingly between slurps, the delightful aqua 
of his muzzle beautifully covered in sticky red. A short hop-flight, and 
he lands on a smallish herdbeast with a *ker-aaaack* of a broken back. 
Using his talons to rend open the abdomen, he seems almost to try to fit 
his head inside the poor, twitching animal.

Lysseth> Spineth bugles to show that he can bugle louder. Then launches 
himself into the air, quickly pouncing on a second herdbeast.

Lysseth> Verenth looks up and rolls his eyes as the other dragon spreads 
his wings. As if that will impress a green. Blah. Fast is where it 
counts...fast, fast, fast. Down goes another herdbeast under a blue claw.

J'cob downs his glass.

Kassima frowns and looks outside. "Well," she says dryly, "let the fun 
and games begin." She flings her wood down to the floor, heedless of 
where it falls, and stalks outside looking a mixture of annoyed and 
resigned.

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

Benden Weyr> Kassima fires a pistol into the air and announces, "Let the 
games commence!"

Benden LC> C'vadan blinks and darts after Kassima.

Benden LC> Kindre nearly falls back in her seat, a towel-muffled, 'heeeey' 
about the only discernable word. Pushing at Asrai, she jumps then giggles 
as the wood thunks to the floor.

C'vadan comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

Benden LC> Tresselin sighs, staring at the mess of wood chips Kassi left 
on the floor.

Benden LC> Jalimax chuckles at Kindre and Asrai

Benden Weyr> J'cob watches the bullet fall and crunch through his weyr's 
new decorative statue. "Kassima! Next time, BLANKS!"

Benden Weyr> K'nan immediately raises the forcefield around his weyr.

Benden LC> Asrai giggles loudly pulling the cloth back, "There, all clean 
now."

Benden LC> Deri sighs, "Okay People, We need to get ready, we need more 
food set out, now."

C'vadan stumbles upon Kassima in his hurry. "Oh, sorry."

Benden LC> Tresselin grins at Kindre and Asrai.

Kassima shades her eyes with her hand, squinting to see the mayhem 
proceeding in the distance. "Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood," she 
chants, as if it were a mantra; her hands are already clenched so tightly 
that it's a wonder the fingernails don't break through the skin, as her 
concentration is broken when she's stumbled into. "Watch where you're 
sharding well going!" she snaps.

Melata looks up as people start to come out of the living cavern, 
squinting to determine who the green looks to, not that its hard to 
figure out.

Benden LC> J'cob crosses his arms, "Can I help?"

Benden LC> Asrai comments over her shoulder, "They aren't interested in 
food after a flight.." The words are out of her mouth before she realises 
what she's said, you can tell by the full blown blush that colors her 
cheeks afterwards.

Lysseth> Verenth wrinkles back the skin on his nose, snorts, opens his 
mouth in a soundless bugle, then goes back to his herdbeast. Sluuuuuuuurp, 
and blood runs out of his half-open mouth, down the chin and neck, to drip 
onto the well-trampled dirt ground.

Lysseth> Dulath needs no more blood. He only needs Lysseth. He stands 
ready, muscles tense, to take to the air. His soft croon is directed to 
the enchanting green.

Benden LC> Tresselin nods at Deri. "I'll help if you need me to..."

Lysseth> Drienth emerges from the spent husk of herdbeast, or at least 
the front portion of his head does. Red right up to his rapidly whirling 
eyes, and beyond, he crouches and watches. Smaller than some of the 
others and anxious, he flips his wings back and forth a few times.

Benden LC> Ursa sits there, eating her roll furiously. When the roll is 
finished, she scowls immensely. But eventually she does, indeed, decide 
to follow.

Ursa comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

Benden LC> Deri snorts at the girl, "Maybe not, but they'll need to eat, 
so start helping and stop drinking."

Benden LC> Kindre blinks up at Deri, her smile almost riduculous in the 
lack of understanding it betrays. "I'm sor-" *hic* "-ry? Oh, I've got the 
hiccups!" This thought so self-amazing she chuckles harder. Bobbing her 
head, though, she concurs, "They'll need wine...well" *hic* "...um, oh! 
Alcohol of any sort to sooth the aftereffects of the flight."

Lysseth> Lysseth spreads her wings and launches into the air again, 
leaving behind the desiccated carcass to dive towards a plump wherry that 
runs from the shadow of the green's widespread wings in vain. Death is 
swift to plunge her talons into the unfortunate avian's neck, and swifter 
to tear rents in the hide through which she might feed. Her concentration 
is on nothing, now, except these animals who fuel her with their small, 
petty lives.

Benden Weyr> <Kassima> Lysseth .o0(Where's a straw when you could really 
use one?)

Benden LC> J'cob stands up, suddenly, and asks again, "Can *I* help? I 
have done this before!"

Benden LC> Asrai giggles more patting Kindre on the back through her 
blushes. she stumles from her chair to 'help'.

Ursa storms out of the living cavern but stops short, nearly slamming 
into C'vadan. Clearly she didn't expect to see people where people are.

Benden Weyr> K'nan hmphs. They're breaking tradition, getting drunk 
/before/ the flight. ;)

Lysseth> Verenth watches the green go up and come down again, although 
he's not unduly concerned. She /obviously/ wasn't going to rise just yet, 
and so he wasn't to spend bloodenergy in useless guestures. He calmly 
dips his head to the nearly drained herbeast at his feet.

C'vadan turns around to snap at whomever slammed into him, then stops. 
"Hello, Ursa," he says softly.

Benden Weyr> Asrai says, "We've been breaking tradition then since I got 
here ;)"

Benden Weyr> Kindre giggles, well, we're bored? ;)

Benden LC> Deri snort, "On second thought sit down. You're too drunk to 
help." Her tone is cool as she speaks to Asrai

Kassima frowns as she folds her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "Get 
*on* with it, beast," she mutters under her breath, glaring in the 
direction of the 'Grounds.

C'vadan turns back to look at Kassima and sighs.

Lysseth> Spineth casts aside his herdbeast. His fury takes him now to a 
wherry that didn't move away fast enough. One quick motion and he has 
severed the essential vein, and drinks deeply, eagerly, blood dripping 
down his muzzle.

Benden LC> Asrai grabs a tray of meatrolls making her way carefully back 
to the table to set them out. The tray sets down with a clatter, "I'm 
just fine..see? Didn't even spill one!" Of course fate decides to prove 
her wrong as one rolls off the top and accross the table to land in 
Kindre's lap."Well, perhaps one..."

Ursa leaves her hand on Cav's shoulder, leaning forward to talk to him 
over his shoulder, still scowling. "Tell me again Tria's policy for you 
and flights?"

C'vadan blinks at the question. "What do you mean?" he asks.

Benden LC> Deri pushes Asrai into a seat. "Stay."

Benden LC> Tresselin grins at Asrai. "Would you hand me a meatroll?"

Melata stares accross the bowl towards the feeding grounds, then back at 
the one that rides the green.

Lysseth> Lysseth snaps her head in the direction of her rider and hisses 
again, then throws her head up to *scream* defiance into the heavens! As 
the sound echoes eerily from the stony Bowl walls, Lyss is already off 
and away again; her tail is quick to lash and capture a herdbeast, though 
she toys with the creature for a few moments before killing it. Though 
she knows well this is no game, she still seeks to prolong things--
eventually, however, the creature is luckily dead. Soon it is just as 
drained, as the vampiric green backs away from the corpse to stare, 
defiantly, at the others occupying the 'Grounds with her.

Ursa grumbles, her voice low, getting straight to the point. "I'm sick 
of getting drunker than a shipfish when Spineth loses."

Benden LC> J'cob hmpfs, crossing to Asrai and Kindre, "Y'don't know the 
first thing 'bout flights. They'll want wine, and they'll want women.. 
'r men. Or both. Where're the LCG's and LCB's? Help me round 'em up!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima ohgreats as she gives herself a mental picture of 
Lyss wearing a black cape and fangs.

Benden LC> Kindre blinks, looking down at the meatroll on her lap like it 
is the most interesting thing she's seen this evening. And, considering 
earlier events, that's quite a feat. Plucking it from her lap, she 
returns it to the tray. "Almost...Deri," she asks then, "do you want my 
help?" *hic hic* "Sharding wine and no food...that's how I got these..."

C'vadan swallows. He mutters to Ursa, "... win,..." 

Benden Weyr> K'nan giggles. Blah! Blah! I Vant To Suck Your Wherry Blood!

Benden Weyr> C'vadan LOL

Lysseth> Verenth now looks up as the green backs off, cocking his head to 
watch closely, eyeing play of wing muscles, ready for that twitch that 
will send the other up into the sky. He gives a impetuous wink....

Lysseth> Drienth still sits patiently, or as patiently as he is able. His 
tongue flicks out to taste the wind, as his eyes and teeth glow brightly 
in the night sky despite the surrounding sleet.

Ursa shrugs callously. "Yeah, once every five turns or so it happens," 
she agrees.

Lysseth> Lysseth reaches out and places one foreleg casually on the back 
of another running wherry... but she does not kill it. Instead, she 
watches, taking the measure of each male there... before letting the beast 
go unexpectedly to launch with a flurry of luminescent wings up into the 
misty grey skies.

Lysseth> You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the 
bowl floor to carry you aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries.

Benden LC> Asrai giggles saying a bit petualantly to J'cob, "that's what 
Kindre and i have been saying from the start.." She points to Deri,"She's 
the one that wanted food put out, talk to her."

Lysseth> You soar upwards and into the open sky above the Weyr.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Up two airspaces, all, to save on 
spam and foo. :) >>

Lysseth> Drienth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.

Lysseth> Dulath flies up from the southern half of the bowl.

Lysseth> Verenth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.

Lysseth> Spineth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.

Kassima sighs. "Finally!" she growls as she watches the take off, casting 
a last irritated glance over her shoulder at the others before stalking 
in the direction of the Guest Weyr.

You push aside the curtain and enter the weyr.

Melata comes into the weyr from the bowl.

C'vadan comes into the weyr from the bowl.

Ursa comes into the weyr from the bowl.

C'vadan follows Kassima in and takes a spot on the far wall from her where 
he can get a clear look at her. He falls back into the shadows.

Ursa just leans against the wall, sliding down till she's squatting there 
on the stone floor, her back against the stone wall. She glowers heavily 
at anything that moves in the room.

Benden LC> J'cob peers at Deri, "Food's all well 'n nice, but someone 
might get confused, and where'd we be? No. Y'find men, and I'll look for 
women."

Benden LC> Deri looks at J'cob, "If the boys and girls want to do that, 
then they'll offer on thier own Rider, not forcibly."

Benden LC> Asrai giggles and leans close to mutter to Kindre

Lysseth> Drienth lets loose with a mighty *bugle* as he finally is 
underway, following closely after the grimly glorious green. Intent and 
determined now, he no longer seems the fidgety one. In fact, he seems 
quite ready to plow his way through anyone or anything that might come 
between himself and his goal.

Melata just follows everyone into the Weyr, as that's where everyone goes.

Benden LC> Asrai mutters to Kindre, "... what..."

Benden Weyr> K'nan sends Dusk up to chase Lysseth. ;)

Benden LC> J'cob mmms, "But they might not know. Besides, its all for the 
good of the weyr. Keeps the population up 'n all. Its Tradition, mostly."

Benden LC> Kindre smirks, "Close to scarce?"

Lysseth> Lysseth wastes no time in rocketing aloft; with the swiftness 
inborn in her, she streaks across the sky like a bolt of emerald 
lightning, her trumpeting holding a definite mocking edge as she spares 
no backward glance for her pursuers. Other things are more important than 
*them*--after all, they'll never catch up. For now, ah, for now... the 
wind calls her onward, teasing at the edges of her senses with updrafts 
and thermals to follow where they may lead. Wings cracking, she lifts 
higher upward, as though seeking to reach the very moons themselves.

Benden LC> Asrai giggles at her friends answer.

Lysseth> Spineth beats his mighty wings in ascent, intent on nothing but 
a beautiful glowing green. Nothing else exists, not the other 
competitors, not the air currents, not the bowl walls. Nothing but 
Lysseth, and he keeps her faithfully within his sight.

Kassima folds her arms and leans back against one wall, muttering 
epithets under her breath for only a moment before her eyes glaze over as 
her lifemate's flight takes over her mind.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, that'd be amusing, K'nan! But it brings 
the bug-on-a-windshield image to mind.... ;)"

Lysseth> Verenth sucks in air with a big yawn, then sets up a steady 
pace. He swings out slightly, but doesn't make any big move to get 
ahead...not yet. Got to take these things one beat at a time. He doesn't 
fall back either. His forte is speed, and he knows it...he also knows 
that one has to wait for the green to slow first...and so the waiting 
game starts.

Lysseth> Dulath takes the high flight, above and just behind the glowing 
green grand being known as Lysseth. With practiced grace, he uses his 
steady and strong wingbeats to keep ahead of the more agile blues and 
equal browns. But always in sight is his treasure, his goal, his reason 
for flying: Lysseth.

Benden Weyr> K'nan proclaims Dulath alliterative. :)

Benden Weyr> C'vadan chuckles.

Benden LC> J'cob starts nabbing..

Benden LC> Deri smacks J'cob's hands with a spoon, "Leave them be. 
Everyone in the Weyr knows what a bugle like Lyss's meant."

C'vadan closes his eyes, hoping vainly that will keep the pounding he 
hears in his head from overwhelming him. They don't remain closed for 
long as he *has* to see where Kassima is.

Benden LC> Asrai arches one eyebrow at Deri giggling to herself.

Benden LC> Kindre chuckles watching J'cob and Deri. Staring at her glass, 
she proclaims, "Welp, I believe that was the last one of those for me! 
S'gone straight to my head...mm-hmm."

Lysseth> Lysseth abruptly spins on a wingtip, wheeling, whirling 
westward. Not because she is worried, oh no--never that, with Lysseth. It 
is the sheer joy and delight of the flight that calls to her now; though 
she is certainly *aware* of those behind her, she chooses to ignore them 
for the nonce. Ducking past a swarm of night-bugs, she hurriedly hurtles, 
hearing the crimson cry of carnelian carnage beating through her veins to 
lift her onwards and upwards.

Benden Weyr> K'nan passes the alliterative award to Lysseth.

A faint smile quirks at Kassi's mouth, though no sense has yet returned 
to her eyes; even as other emotions are shared, so, too, is the wonder 
and joy that are her lifemate's at the beginning of this chase.

Benden LC> J'cob eeps, clutching his hand, "Yes 'n no. I mean, some might 
be.. er.. confused. Anyhow, its never too early for me to interview for 
my own flight is it? Be a dear!"

Lysseth> Verenth downbeats in the same swarm of nightbugs, sending the 
little critters on a wild journey of eddies and whirls. The bugs are 
quickly left behind as the blue climbs a bit, now rising out of the main 
pack. Still his dark blue form neither gains nor loses ground, content 
for now just to be. To watch. To plan. To wait.

Benden LC> Asrai smirks, finishing off her own glass, seeming to 
contemplete whether to pour herself another. For the time being she too 
agrees that she's had enough and waits.

Benden Weyr> <Kassima> Lysseth would like to thank the academy, and all 
the little people who made this award possible... oh, never mind, she'll 
just get back to the flight business. ;)

Melata wrinkles her nose, as if something just flew up it, although 
nothing obviously did. Odd.

Lysseth> Dulath takes a more hyperbolic approach to following Lysseth. He 
lets the other waste their strenght by keeping up with her and stays high, 
crooning ever so to the enchanting and graceful green gliding below him. 
Ever he persues, each wingbeat a testament to his will to catch the sweet 
prize.

Benden LC> Deri looks at the Rider, "Sit down and leave the kiddies 
alone."

Lysseth> Drienth is almost but not quite caught off guard. Instead, he 
zips about on his smaller wings, angling after Lysseth as an arrow aimed 
at a target. Or a knife blade aimed at a snowman. Alternating short 
navigational flaps with deep strokes for speed, he does his best to 
conserve his strength. Single-mindedly moving ahead, he nearly collides 
with another blue not paying quite as much attention as the delightful 
green deserves.

Lysseth> Spineth whirls, not turning so sharply as the nimble beauty. He 
doesn't need to. He's not trying yet to be on her tail, he seeks only to 
keep her within his sight. Somehow, over the turns, he has learned not to 
pursue so carefully yet. Great wings beat the air currents, and he 
follows her as directly as he can. No doubts, no wavering. Just the 
certainty that he will, in time, catch and entwine with her.

Benden LC> J'cob smiles with a smirk, "Oh? Jealous?"

Benden LC> Deri snorts "Hardly, I prefer real men, not children."

Benden LC> Asrai hides a giggle behind one hand, nudging Kindre with her 
elbow.

C'vadan begins to lean forward as his lifemate soars. Further and further 
from the wall he leans. Closer and closer to Kassima, though she is 
across the room from him. But to him, the distance is insignificant as it 
is to his lifemate and his prize.

Benden LC> Tresselin silently watches J'cob and Deri, grinning.

Lysseth> Lysseth's wings extend to their full lengths--large wings, for a 
green, but they hinder not her swiftness. What need has she for a smaller 
lady's agility when she has the fleetness of the winds to steer her 
course? Let the Benden skies that have seen so many other flights to 
their conclusion direct her sail! Wingsails ripple in the turbulent, 
frostbitten air as she becomes one with the clouds, the skies, and all 
the creatures therein--heck, why not? Even with the wherries. Changing 
course suddenly, she snaps northwards, doing a quick spin in the air for 
the sheer pleasure of doing so before continuing on her path of draconic 
destiny.

Lysseth> Drienth continues westward a few shorts strokes, waiting to be 
certain his guiding light is truly beaming towards the north before he 
changes his own course to follow. Rising a bit so that he can see her all 
the more clearly through the pursuing crowds, he continues his erratic 
but effective wing beats in the turbulent, sleet and ice filled winds 
within the bowl.

Benden LC> J'cob winks at Kindre, then looks back at Deri, "Riiight. 
Well, you sit down, I'll be right back."

Lysseth> Dulath turns on not quite a wingtip, but with more finesse than 
would be expected for a large brown as himself. His hide is nearly 
invisible against the dark starless sky as he persues his goal, whose 
glowing beauty blazes a trail beneath him, drawing him everr closer and 
closer.

Lysseth> Verenth follows the snap turn with his head, and seeemingly 
lazily swings about in a larger arc until he is also facing the same 
direction. Wings pick up a slight bit of speed to catch up distance lost 
on the turn, then he is back at the 'optimal' distance...well the optimal 
distance as he sees things. Maybe a bit closer? A bit higher? There, just 
right. He sends out a tail to quietly tangle the downstroke of a brown, 
stalling the beast, while he himself just gets another competitor out of 
the way.

Benden LC> Deri gets out the rest of the food, muttering about silly 
riders under her breath.

Kassima's brow furrows as she seems to regain her own mind for an instant, 
then she shakes her head and the blankness promptly returns. What can be 
seen of her green eyes through her bangs might as well be glass, for all 
the expression they show.

Lysseth> Spineth banks sharply, soaring in a wide arc as he turns, yet 
again, to follow her with the utmost of confidence. He spares no energy 
for thoughts nor strategies, no energy for cries to proclaim his devotion 
or to warn off the competitors. All his energy is funneled into pursuit, 
and the not-so-onerous task of keeping the glamourously glowing green 
within his sight.

C'vadan stumbles as he comes too far from the wall. He looks up, 
verifying that Kassima is still there, still within reach. "Faster," he 
mutters to himself. "Don't hold back now," he pleads.

Ursa buries her face in her hands. She is as compact as she could be, 
squatting there against the wall, hunched over, face hidden.

Melata gives a slightly evil grin, looking at a brownrider that suddenly 
stumbles for no apparent reason, urging her blue to go faster under her 
breath.

Benden LC> Seeing his chance at all that lovely food just sitting there 
in front of him, the overly fed Dapple flits off Asrai's shoulder onto the 
top of the pile and begins to shred one of the meatrolls, feasting on its 
inards.

Benden LC> Asrai ughs and takes Dapple off the pile, setting him to one 
side to finish his 'feast'.

Lysseth> The radiant form of silver-washed jade that is Lysseth suddenly 
pauses, then recklessly folds her wings to veer downwards and east in a 
curve that cuts the wind behind her and leaves it singing. Her talons 
come *this close* to raking along the backs of some low-flying fire 
lizards who aren't quick enough to escape, even as she catches her 
uncontrolled plunge with a crack of verdant wings that shows it was never 
uncontrolled at all. She knows what she is doing, does Lysseth, as she 
soars swiftly much closer to the ground than many greens would dare to 
fly. Only when a stone wall threatens does she once more cup her wings to 
a thermal and allow it to raise her up and bear her back to the glorious, 
dizzying heights.

Dragon> Dulath bespoke Lysseth with << I come for you, Lysseth. I want 
the honor of gliding with you into the night sky. >>

Lysseth> Dulath senses that Lysseth's mindvoice is laughing, mocking. 
<< You presume--such an honor must be earned! >>

Lysseth> Verenth watches the green plunge, and the most the rest of the 
pack that does the same...then, he, as well as many of the older dragons, 
instead climbs! Foolish thing! The green is down below. But no, not as 
foolish as it seems, for he is now nearly on the tail of the green, the 
snapping banner only a dragon length in front. He waggles his wings 
slightly in pleasure, knowing that he is close now, very close. Violet 
eyes whirl faster as moonlight-streaked silver wings start to pick up the 
pace, trying to close in on that distance.

Lysseth> Dulath is not fooled by this clever trick of the agile Lysseth. 
Oh, no. He stays high and away from the others as he continues his 
pursuit. Then, in that brief instant she rises on the thermal to the 
altitude he has maintained, he makes his move, heedless of the others 
also giving chase. His will be the honor. His will be the prize of this 
exquisite green creature unlike anything seen in Pern's skies. Closer he 
wings to her.

Lysseth> Spineth maintains his height steadfastly. Some primitive 
instinct tells him that this glorious creature of freedom could never be 
caught at low altitudes, and so this instinct manages to overpower his 
surging need to follow her whereever she goes. Instead he works at 
climbing higher, ever higher, to the dizzying skies he knows she belongs 
in and craves.

Benden LC> J'cob sighs and gives up chase, instead sitting by Asrai.

Benden LC> Asrai grins over at J'cob, "what? No luck?"

Benden LC> Tresselin reaches behind Asrai to take a meatroll from the 
plate, one untouched by the firelizard. Bringing it forward, she nibbles 
on it absently.

Benden LC> Done with his meal, Dapple finds some other place to 
concentrate on his digestion.

Benden LC> J'cob snorts, "None. But maybe later... always later."

Lysseth> Drienth shrieks as several larger males interrupt his view as 
Lysseth drops downwards and they move to follow. Descending at a slower 
pace, he swerves suddenly as they begin to climb again beneath him, 
following the green's dizzying tactics, his instinctively extended talons 
raking out against anything in his way, including brown Dulath.

Benden LC> Asrai gives a soft giggle, patting J'cob on the arm in a 
comforting mannor..."Perhaps one of the dissapointed ones..."

Lysseth> Lysseth's eyes burn as two steadfast amethyst stars, but dart 
back as she suddenly realizes how close the others have come--how? How, 
now, when she thought they were so far behind her? With a desperate hiss, 
she beats her dimming wings to launch her just enough upwards to clear 
her of the wall without taking her *too* far up, where she may be 
captured. Not easily, no--after all, isn't she Lysseth? But the chance 
is more than she is willing to take.

Lysseth> Dulath bellows out in pain as he is raked. Unables to keep his 
pace, he begins the frustrating glide down to the bowl, concentrating on 
landing safely.

Lysseth> Dulath flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

C'vadan blinks and cries out, "Dulath!" He clutches at his arm in pain.

C'vadan leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Kassima watches impassively as Cav races out, then backs a couple of 
steps closer to the wall. Or would, if she didn't run into said wall 
pretty much before she can even take much of a step.

Dragon> Dulath bespoke Flight with << Well, it was fun. Sorry I had to 
drop out :P :) >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth laughs. << Hey, life happens. :) >>

Lysseth> Drienth is slowed somewhat by his near-collision, but somehow 
in his swerving and dodging he finds himself still in the thick of the 
crowd, close to the green. Full yet of lust and blood and racing with 
fire, he finds added strength in Lysseth's proximity and strives ever 
onward.

Lysseth> Verenth picks up speed, throwing caution to the winds. Now is 
the time to move, now is the time. Waiting is over, and now the flight 
begins in earnest. Dark blue wings pick up the tempo. Swoosh, goes the 
air as it is forced out under taunt membranes...*CRACK* goes those same 
membranes as the tendons pull in wings for another gulp of air. The blue 
starts to pick up speed quickly, and it can easily be seen why he is one 
of the fastest of the dragons of High Reaches Weyr.

Benden LC> J'cob looses the noose around Kindre (NOT!)

Benden LC> Tresselin nods. "Siraeth...that's a pretty name." She smiles.

Benden LC> Asrai grins over at kindre, "You ok? Thought we had lost you 
there."

Lysseth> Spineth pushes furiously forward. No wall, no competitors, no 
air currents, nothing will prevent him from his eventual truimph. His 
broad brown wings beat strongly, ever steadily in their pace.

Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "bye Cav...hi Lal...is it over? I didn't miss 
it, did I??"

Benden LC> Deri smiles and shakes her head, "Well as he didn't offer 
himself, of course he'd lose."

Melata watches rider after rider start to leave, but she steadfastly 
stays. She's/Verenth's not out of this one yet.

Benden LC> Kindre blinks, "Hmm? Oh," she waves a hand, "My mind just went 
'tween there for a bit 'til all..."

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth hrms. << Okay, how does making the 
poses after my next one the capture poses sound? >>

Benden Weyr> Asrai says, "Nope, still going on."

Benden Weyr> K'nan . o 0 (Go Dusk!)

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth so one more flight pose, then capture 
pose?

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Still going! Nothing outlasts the 
Proddigizer--she keeps going, and going, and going.... Sorry, couldn't 
resist. ;)"

Benden Weyr> Meli roots for Drienth :)

Benden LC> J'cob mutters, "Always such with goldriders... in 'n out of 
sanity."

Benden LC> J'cob starts getting float-y.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth was thinking more along the lines of 
capture poses right after her pose, so if that's what you meant, yeah. 
Another round of poses from everyone's fine with me if that's what y'all 
want to do, though.

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth just wanted clarification...whatever 
you decide is okay.

Dragon> Juliath bespoke Flight with << Better let 'em catch you, or 
they'll end up passing you and crashing into each other. >>

Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Flight with << That might be kind of amusing to 
watch, though. >>

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth nods and just thought she'd get you 
all's opinion. What can I say? I like democracy. :) Shut up, sis. :P ;) 
All right, in that case, we'll go with the my-pose-then-catch-poses thing.

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth snorts at the peanut gallery.

Benden LC> Asrai giggles, handing Kindre a meatroll...one from the 
bottem of the pile where her Firelizard didn't settle himself down for a 
meal, "Here, want one?"{

Ursa peels her hands off her face to watch Cav leave, and actually 
manages a look of concern through her angry scowl. Soon, however, 
faithless friend that she is, she has forgotten him.

Lysseth> Lysseth finds her strength flagging so abruptly that it is hard 
to be believed; recklessly spent, there is little left to give her hope, 
chance, or indeed prayer of escape now... not to say she's giving up, 
mind! She is a green, and too proud to admit defeat even when she 
recognizes the inevitable. Without a single backward glance, she hurtles 
herself forward with all the speed and fleetness that she can now manage 
to muster.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth throws peanuts at the peanut gallery, 
those big puffy orange circus kind.

Dragon> Juliath bespoke Flight with << Mmm, food coloring! >>

Benden LC> Deri eats some food and has a little Juice, "Shards it's going 
to be a long night."

Benden LC> Kindre makes a face at J'cob, "Yea, well, 'least I keep my 
wits better than ya," she jokes over at the greenrider, the silly, wine-
induced grin plastered on her face.

Lysseth> Drienth almost seems to wriggle and slither forward as he 
jockeys for position between the remaining males that still have the 
strength and the wits to be close to the flagging green. Aqua wings 
reflecting back the odd snatch of color from the others' hides as the 
sleet and ice continue to fall, he extends his slightly bloodened talons 
towards Lysseth, reaching up from slightly below and to the left.

Lysseth> Spineth 's pursuit is still relentless. Sheer stamina allows him 
to maintain his same pace, though he labours for breath just as he 
labours for every wing-beat. Eyes intently on Lysseth, he notes her 
slowing, and it fuels his hope, his confidence, his utter

Lysseth> Verenth surges forwards, trying to crowd out the other dragons, 
rising up until his body is over the green's right wing, just above the 
upbeat. He then allows himself to drop, trying to cause Lysseth to falter 
by shortening her wingstrokes. A tail sneaks out to add to the confusion.

Benden LC> J'cob peers at Kindre, then grins broadly, "I think YOU need 
a kiss!"

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Hush, lardlegs. Before the capture 
poses are posed, just thought I'd say it's been a fabulous flight all 
around. Thanks, y'all. :) Oh, yeah, and if any of you don't want to win, 
I imagine you know the drill: page Kassi and tell her so, nowish. :) >>

Benden LC> Asrai meeps being seated between the two...

Benden LC> J'cob leaps over the table and plants on her forehead.

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth baps her lag, too. Okay, give our 
judges a moment to come to their decision... drumroll, please....

Benden LC> Asrai giggles.

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth listens to the sound of rolling dice?

Benden LC> Kindre bobs her head, "Oh, crackdust yes...I ne-" *hic* 
"-ed...shard it!" Blinking at the loud echo even her quiet voice seemed 
to produce, she frowns, "Forgive that. Yea, though...I believe I need 
something to soak up the wine swimming lonely in my stomach."

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth doesn't roll dice, nopenope.

Benden LC> Tresselin finishes her meatroll and takes another, grinning 
at J'cob. She picks up the plate of food to ensure he doesn't 
accidentally spill it when he leaps over the table.

Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Flight with << Flipping a coin instead, 
Lysseth? >>

Benden LC> Asrai giggles some more, pickin out her own meatrol when J'cob 
gets out of the way.

Benden LC> "I think -you'll- get your nose broken if you attempt it," 
Kindre returns to J'cob.

Benden LC> J'cob waddles across the table and hands Kindre a bread, "Take 
THAT, goldrider!" He drops it it to her chest, as if it were a knife, 
then bits into it (the bread, silly!)

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Nuh-uh. Believe it or not, I 
actually--gasp!--don't resort to chance to choose for me. :) >>

Benden LC> Asrai's eyes open wide, "Oh my my."

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth bribery? I have a crisp $100 dollar 
bill here...really, yes...uhuh....you can trust me....

Lysseth> Lysseth hears the beating of wings, near to hers, and realizes 
all at once that she is nigh surrounded by those who have been pursuing 
her all along. Desperately, she tries to rise away from the pack--only 
to smack right into Verenth's waiting form above her.

Dragon> Flight sense that Juliath  as a member of the Offical Green 
Dragons Judges Association <tm>, scoffs heartily at Benjamin Franklin.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Now, bribery, that I'll resort 
to... just kidding. ;) *Dragonsnugs.* Again, thanks for the fun flight, 
you two! :) >>

Benden LC> Tresselin giggles, eating meatrolls one after the other. After 
all, the plate is so conveniently sitting in her lap.

Benden LC> Kindre then simply stares at the greenrider and frowns. "Great 
Faranth, J'cob, what has possessed you?"

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth did I mention it was Monopoly money?

Benden Weyr> K'nan peers down at the LC. "Hey Kindre, you want I should 
go defend you from that guy down there?" ;)

Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth would add three, but somehow doesn't 
see Drienth on the DTU. Awww, no fair telling me that *now*! :P :)

Benden LC> Asrai covers her mouth as she begins to giggle anew at the 
look on her friends face.

Benden LC> J'cob sniffs at Kindre, "I donno, but I think you've 
'possessed' 'bout two skins of red."

Lysseth> Verenth twists about as he feels the thud of wings on his belly, 
grasping at the green and entwining himself about her.

Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << And yeah, I know it's 'cause he's 
an NPC. I'm just posing at random tonight. Anyway. :) >>

Lysseth> Drienth can't quite believe his eyes as the lunky Reaches dragon 
gets in the way of his prize. When it seems evident that she will not 
escape, he circles away and around, slowly and silently gliding downwards 
towards the bowl, dejected and rejected.

Lysseth> Drienth flies downward towards the north end of the bowl.

Benden LC> J'cob wiggles the bread around, swallowing the bite finally, 
then pokes her again, "Why?"

Lysseth> Spineth finally notices a blue close to Lysseth. This being 
entirely unacceptable, he gives it everything he has. The time is now, 
and he approaches Lysseth from the left, and just slightly below her. His 
own confidence forbids him from believing that the blue will catch this 
green he pursues so relentlessly, instead it convinces him that it will 
give him the advantage he needs. But no! She is entwined. Bugling with 
amazement and despair, he folds his wings and dives downwards.

Ursa gives a strangled sort of cry and rushes out.

Ursa leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.

Benden LC> Asrai arches one eybrow, giving Kindre some room should she 
swing.

Dragon> Flight sense that Verenth waves as all the competitors fly away. 
Good flight, good fun.