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Lysseth's Seventh Flight
Date: December 12, 1997
Places: Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern, Southern Bowl, Center Bowl,
Feeding Grounds, Upper Skyspace, and Guest Weyr
Game: PernMUSH
Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.
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Kassi's Note: If you compare this flight to Lysseth's sixth, you'll see
a perfect example of how two flights can be almost entirely different
and yet still be a lot of fun. :) I was thrilled with the turnout for
this one, and tormented by the final choice--because everyone posed just
marvelously. In several ways, it was a dream flight. :) There isn't a
great deal of comedy here--at least, not blatant comedy as was found in
Lysseth's sixth. I think this one still inspires a few laughs,
though. ;) And it has convinced me that I'm no longer capable of doing
a flight without at least one Holy Grailism. (See what you've done to
me, Mart?) Anyway, on to technical foo: things prefixed by Lysseth>
take place where Lyss is, starting in the Southern Bowl and moving from
there on through the flight route. Other than that, everything speaks
pretty much for itself. :)
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The Log:
A'lex salutes around, grabs a couple meatrolls and plants himself near the
fire.
Silanda waves to A'lex.
Jayna waves quietly to A'lex. "Heya," she says gently.
A bundle of furs sits propped up in a chair beside the fire. Occasionally
it coughs, snuffles and snores, leaning forward against the table.
"Oh, well... Revim is a Journeyman, _now_," Mehlani murmurs, not sure
exactly of whom Jayna speaks. Kassima's mutter reaches her ears, and makes
Mehlani dip her gaze again, blushing a bit more. She flails a bit for
somewhere to rest her gaze -- sees Jayna wave -- and peeks around under
the hat to espy the young bronze rider, to whom she nods her head timidly.
A'lex nods to Silanda and Jayna, then stares curiously at the bundle of
furs.
Kassima adds saluting to the things she's muttering and griping into her
cider about, before ironically returning the salute as sharply as it was
given. When the snoring and coughing intrudes on her brooding and cursing,
she helpfully leans over to nudge K'ti with her elbow. "Hey. Sleep like
that, and believe you me, you'll wake up with a backache you'll regret for
a good long while."
K'ti snorts loudly, coughs again then begins an even louder seranade of
snores for the greenrider.
A'lex looks up at Kassima's muttering, his face virtually washed out. From
the look on his face, he's considering picking another chair.
Jayna bites her bottom lip and manages not to laugh at the snoring. "I'm
sorry, Mehlani. . . .so, did you think about apprenticing yourself, over
at Harpers?"
"Wake *up*," Kassi says more loudly, annoyance creeping into her voice.
"You're *snoring*!" Poke, poke. Looking thoroughly disgusted, the
greenrider scoots her chair a bit farther from her musical wingmate, and
eyes A'lex's blanched complexion. "You look," she half-snaps, "as though
you'd seen a vision of F'lar standing in front of you, telling you all
about the wonders of Flirk's klah."
Silanda sputters at Kassi's comment, quickly covering her mouth so she
doesn't laugh out loud.
Jayna's eyebrows lift and she quietly eases back in her seat, away from
the distressed greenrider.
A'lex shakes his head, "No ma'am. Just been a stressfull day."
Telgar Weyr> <Kassima> F'lar's voice is heard on a voice-over. "We have
secretly replaced A'lex's regular klah with new Flirk's Crystals. Let's
see if he notices."
Jayna holds her head. She hopes Kassi doesn't rip his head off for the
'ma'am.'
Mehlani, at a loss for words, just bobs her head slowly at Jayna, suddenly
grateful for the curved brim of K'star's brown hat; if nothing else, it
helps hide her face, never mind what Revim said about it. She keeps her
hands cupped lightly about her dozing hatchling.
Tinya chortles softly at Kassi's remark, taking a sip of her own klah
(_not_ Flirk's brew).
Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Waitwaitwait, was it PLAYER or CHARACTER that's
proddy??"
Telgar Weyr> J'lyn fears Kassi more and more each day...
Telgar Weyr> Jayna rofl!
Kassima arches an eyebrow, leaning foward on the table. "*You're* telling
*me* about stress? When your dragon is glowing bright green and trying
t'take over *your* life, while blaming *you* for her grounding and making
*your* life a living nightmare, and you're *pregnant* too, *then* you can
tell me about stress! And don't call me ma'am," she adds belatedly; she
wouldn't be Kassi if she left that part out.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, it's Kassi who's proddy. My temper may
usually be much worse than hers, but I'm never *this* bad. ;)"
Jayna looks quickly away from Kassi and back toward Mehlani. "Uh, so, you
thought about it. . . what did you decide?" She keeps eyeing the
greenrider. Just how mean does proddy get?
A'lex's expression turns stone cold. "Of course." He stands. "MA'AM." He
whirls and heads for the bowl, leaving his plate of meatrolls on the
table, untouched.
A'lex walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Jayna blinks.
Kassima glares after A'lex, looking torn between wanting to run after him
just to tear him limb from limb and actually being *apologetic*... of all
things. "They just don't make bronzeriders like they used to," she finally
says, throwing up her hands.
Tinya glances after A'lex, blinking. Her eyes glaze for an instant and she
blinks again, frowning just a touch. "Well," she says softly.
K'ti snerks again as she starts snoring once more, just for Kassi perhaps.
Perhaps that bundle, too, is starting to roll to the right just a little
bit.
Jayna glances warily at the greenrider. "Uh. . . how did they used to make
them?"
Mehlani swallows, murmurs huskily to Jayna, "I do not think I will be
going there... um, excuse me, please..." And she gets awkwardly to her
feet, shifting her hatchling into the neck pouch, and reaching for the
jacket she'd left lying nearby. "I-I should go make sure Steward Rennick
knows that I am back, if there are more Records to be gone over..."
Jayna nods at the girl. "Of course, Mehlani, if you need to leave. I'll be
here later, if you need to talk some."
"More *tolerant*, that's for sharding sure. I usually can't drive one out
of the room even half so fast," Kassi explains, her angry scowl still
warring with a flicker of contriteness. "Rennick's nay here," she calls
meanwhile to Mehlani. "He's gone to the Hold on some inventory trip or
other."
Silanda stands, walking over to see if anything canbe done about poor
K'ti.
Kassima peers at K'ti, disgust warring with fascination and envy. "How can
she *sleep* like that?"
Mehlani chews her lip again, and bobs her head to Kassima, after sliding
an uneasy look after Nraith's rider. She finally looks back to Jayna and
nods to her, and, having scooped up hatchling and jacket and hat, she
murmurs again, "Please excuse me...." And, wrestling down a blush, the
girl hastens off into the inner caverns.
Mehlani walks towards the inner cavern.
Silanda shrugs. "She's sick. I wonder if she's worse than she thinks..."
She leans around, to see if maybe she can push K'ti into a more...
comfortable position?
Jayna glances at Mehlani. "Looks like you're stuck with us."
Telgar Weyr> A'lex sends subliminal messages to those in the LC {push her
into the fire} Hehheheheheh! ;D
Kassima makes a face. "You'd think she'd be more willing t'take medicines
now that the Water's nay a factor," she grumbles. "Shells, I should go see
if'n the Healers can give *me* what they've given her. What I wouldn't pay
for something t'let me sleep through Lysseth's fits! A'course, 'tis likely
too late *this* time, but still...."
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Don't tempt Kassi, 'Lex. She's a wee bit of a
pyro, especially when proddy. ;)"
A'lex walks in from the bowl.
A'lex storms back into the living cavern, "Leave it to my own sharding
Dragon to remind me I'm still not allowed to leave the weyr. I'm sorry if
I upset you Kassima."
Jayna looks around. Seems kind of quiet here in the living cavern.
Kassima jerks her head up as the Weyrling returns, regarding him for a
long moment with narrowed eyes like chips of dark green ice. Finally, she
sighs and nods, once. Deep down beneath the caffeine and sleep-deprived,
hormonal exterior, there's still a reasonable person screaming to get out.
"Nay apologies needed, A'lex. I fear I'm a bit easy to upset these days."
There's the understatement of the Pass for you. "Still nay allowed t'leave
the Weyr?"
A'lex says "Well, no one's told NRAITH otherwise..."
Jayna puts her hand over her mouth. "Oh, A'lex, I'm sorry I didn't ask.
How is Nraith doing?"
A'lex sits back down, noticing his meatrolls are still there despite the
six laps of the bowl he just flew. "He's well, thank you."
Kassima snorts slightly. "I'd tell Lyss to tell him, but I doubt she'd be
willing... recalcitrant, demonic beast. If'n you've ever a reason t'be
glad y'don't ride green, Weyrling, label the lack of proddiness as that
one."
Jayna continues to mend her moth-eaten blanket. She looks quizzically at
the riders. "You mean only greens get proddy?"
"Greens and golds," Kassi affirms. "'Tis one of the very few things that
makes me regret Lysseth nay being male from time t'time. About the only
thing, save for all the ridiculous stereotyping--and let me tell you, if'n
I could get m'hands on the last man who pulled such a stunt as assuming
all greenriders are lightskirted, I'd slash him up one side and down the
other." Perhaps she's not serious, but the way her hands rest on her
knife-hilts as she says that may make one wonder.
A'lex chuckles almost mirthlessly, "Well, we get to be your SLAVES
whenever she's in a one of those moods though."
Tinya gets up and heads toward the food table, musing over the selection.
Over her shoulder, she answers Jayna. "Golds do too. But the males don't,
they're just always ready." She turns back to the table, then adds, "Which
can be even _less_ convenient, when they _insist_ on dragging you into a
flight."
A'lex says "Oh no... Kassi... how soon? Do you know?"
Jayna gasps. "Males can /do/ that? Drag you into a flight, I mean?"
"Would y'mind telling the other maleriders about that? The last time any
acted the part of m'servant just because Lysseth was proddy was... let's
see...." Kassi's face screws up in concentration as she tries to remember
through the muddle of exhaustion and hormones that her brain is now. "When
Cav sharding nigh broke his foot, I think. And then blamed *me* for it.
The nerve! Why he thought he'd aught t'get *revenge* for with that Water,
I know nay, because 'twas nay *I* who suggested he drop the bloody
wood...." After a few minutes more of continuing on in this vein, she
shrugs. "Eh, true enough. Males do have t'deal with more flights than
females, but there're times I think I'd trade you in an eyeblink. How
soon? Probably very. You saw her." The greenrider gestures vaguely towards
the Bowl, indicating the 'her' in question.
K'ti snores a little louder then 'rolls over'. This entails just rolling
down the edge of the table and flat onto the floor with a small muffled
umf. The furs cushion her well.. and it doesn't hurt that she's short
enough she's close to the floor already.
Melina walks in from the bowl.
Jayna glances dubiously at K'ti. "Does she need some help?"
A'lex looks a bit panicked, "Oh, that soon..." Then he looks at K'ti,
"K'ti? Is she okay?"
Pierron puffs with pride as Ro gives him the chance to demonstrate his
skill.
Jayna waves a heya to Melina.
Melina smiles widely, walking into the cavern. Spotting A'lex, she waves
to him and smiles.
Pierron humphs and hunts around for a scrap for Ro to give a firelzard,
finally coming up with a wherry giblet.
Kassima eyes K'ti, prodding her experimentally with the toe of one boot.
"*Now* will you wake up?" she demands, probably rhetorically.
Melina made sure to wave and salute to everyone else, really.
A'lex glances up at Melina, a bit of fear in his eyes, "Hey..."
Silanda jumps forward to try to catch K'ti...but got caught off-guard and
misses. She gazes downward sadly. "Well, I guess if she didn't notice
she's probably all right..."
The blankets squirm a little and a hand sticks out the top. Seems she's
become entangled in that over sized fur. Muffled sounds.. something that
must be interesting, come from those furs.
Melina frowns, noticing A'lex's look, "What's wrong?"
Silanda hm's, and bends down to help unwrap the fur.
Ro uses her knife to cut the giblet into tiny pieces and pokes them, one
by one, toward the bulge in the front of her coat.
Tinya assembles a wherry sandwich, and gets a plate of greens to go with
it. As she returns to her seat, she nods to Jayna. "They can. You can
fight them on it sometimes, but it's hard and sometimes they win anyhow.
Plus if _you_ win, you have to hear about it for sevendays on end, while
they gripe about not getting to participate." She blinks as K'ti rolls
onto the floor, but since the bluerider doesn't even wake, she shrugs.
A'lex sums up his fears in one word, "Flight."
K'ti coughs a few times, and beet faced she sits amid the fur, sweaty and
almost sticking to it. "Gah... shardin ...eh? How long wad I out?"
Melina sucks in a breath and sits down next to A'lex. She shakes her head,
watching.
"Nay saluting!" Kassi automatically barks--it's a reflex now, you know.
"Melina. G'deve again." With a flick of her fingers that might be
construed as a wave towards her new wingmate, she doesn't *quite* smirk at
Tinya. "I could almost pity R'val with that randy blue of his, then." She
then supplies helpfully to K'ti, "Several hours now, I would suspect."
Silanda crouches down next to K'ti. "Couple hours, I'd bet."
Melina smiles and waves, "I'm sorry, Kassi. It got to be a habit"
Tinya smirks back at Kassi. "Maybe you should pity Ofira instead," she
suggests.
Melina grins and nudges A'lex with her bepatched arm, "Hey, guess what"
Jayna looks worriedly at the rider on the floor. "Uh. . . .what's wrong
with her?" she asks quietly, getting alarmed.
A'lex starts at the nudge, "What?"
K'ti wrinkles up her nose an grouses at Kassi, "Kassi, y'godd de lugs, we
know dat. Ye dungodda shout. Or I'd havda kiss ye an gid you dis cold."
Melina points at the patch and whispers to A'lex, "I was tapped out today"
The bits of giblet disappear from Ro's hand in little flashes of dark
umber bronze.
A'lex grins, "Congratulations!"
Melina smiles, "Thank you. D'ton was tapped out too by Cav"
Silanda grins. "You want some help up? Or are you more comfortable on the
floor?"
A'lex grins even wider, "That's great! Two down, how many to go?"
Kassima literally snerks with laughter. "Ah, now there's the truth of it!
I'd nay thought of it in quite that light--but you're right, a'course."
Melina's reply earns her a grouse of, "Just try and break it, eh? I don't
stand on formality. K'ti, don't even *think* about it unless you really
want t'turn me into a raving, berserker madwoman. One more ailment, and I
swear m'head'll just explode from the stress!" She sounds half-serious
about that, too.
K'ti looks down then shrugs, "ids nod bad. Godda fur 'n a fire b'hin me."
Jayna drops her sewing to the table and quietly joins Silanda near K'ti.
Melina hums and shrugs a bit, "I'm not sure" She nods to Kassi, "I won't
forget again"
Silanda nods. "Want anything else, then? Klah, or juice? Maybe a pillow?"
K'ti corrects, "Imnpwode. It'la inmplodeh wid sinudses."
Jayna crouches down. "Uh. . . .I don't mean to interrupt, Silanda, ma'am,
but I was worried about the rider. Are you alright, ma'am?" The last is
directed to K'ti.
K'ti digs out her poor kerchief and blows another gooey gunky sound.
Silanda frowns. "Uh, I don't think they make that in the kitchens."
Imnpwode? Maybe some Istan food?
Jalimax walks in, really.
Kassima gestures dismissively. "Implode, explode... dead's dead. Doesn't
matter how y'*got* there."
A'lex stuffs another meatroll down his throat.
Jayna hears Kassi's comment and smacks her hand over her mouth, glancing
at Melina and A'lex.
Jalimax walks over to K'ti
K'ti nods towards Jayna, "I'mb find, if not fer a code."
Silanda oh's. "Implode. No, I think juice would definitely be better for
you."
"Isn't aught *'tall* better'n imploding, save exploding?" Kassi demands,
again in rhetoric. "Well... or perhaps falling in a vat of agenothree.
That might be worse. Or being eaten alive by berserker tunnelsnakes. On
the whole, I think I'll take the exploding every time."
K'ti smiles up to Jalimax from her place on the floor. A woosy look if one
there was.
A'lex says "So, who do you think'll be next Melina?"
Jalimax chuckles at K'ti, "Whatcah doing down there, dear ?"
K'ti says "I dink..." she grins, "dat I slept by way down here. How de
weather up dere?"
Jayna nods her head. "A code. . . er. . . cold! That stinks."
Jalimax chuckles and plops down besides K'ti, "yer goofy, ya know that ?"
Melina nudges Lex, "I'd put marks on you. You were a good wingleader"
A'lex chuckles, "I'm not going anywhere until the rest of you have been
tapped out."
Melina shrugs a bit, "Ah, does it matter? I'm just waiting for Nikh's
turn"
Kassima mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, "Heyla, Pot?"
Eyeing the two Weyrlings, she shrugs. "Doesn't mean aught. Ursa was the
last of our group t'graduate, and look where she ended up." Sighing, Kassi
stands, and starts pacing towards the wood-pile. "I should've been
throwing knives at snowmen," she can be heard to say as she rifles through
the pile. "But nayyyy, I had t'borrow a dress instead of sensible
leathers, and even I can't stand t'be out in a *dress*. I should be
dragged out into the Bowl and beaten with a common sense stick, so I
should." She's been talking to herself quite frequently since Lysseth
first started shining, so her current monologue probably comes as little
surprise to those who've been around her.
K'ti responds, to both, "yed, I dnow." Then to Jalimax, "onna in da code..
den I get just on-ry." A bit of a grin doesn't hide her dazed expression.
Jayna stands up and looks happily at all the activity in the cavern. "I
wonder if the bakers have left any cookies or anything around here?" she
mutters.
A'lex just shakes his head at Kassima.
K'ti glances over, "Y'look mabelous, Kassi, y'knod dat. Sho' more ofden"
Obliviously.
Jayna starts shuffling through cabinets.
Silanda straightens up, satisfied that the rider's all right.
Kassima pulls a large block of wood from the stack, and a knife from the
sash at her belt, applying the latter to the former in a haphazard style
of carving that mostly involves hacking the poor thing to smithereens. "I
look worse'n Jh'rin in a dress," she snorts, flouncing a touch petulantly
as she resettles in her seat. "M'kla said so."
Melina shakes her head, "No, you don't. Believe me, I've /seen/ him in a
dress" She shudders slightly with a small giggle.
A'lex snorts.
Jayna looks up from where she's hunting for sweets. "Uh. . . . the
Weyrsecond saw Jh'rin in a dress?"
Jayna looks at Melina. "/You've/ seen him in a dress?"
K'ti says "Jh'rin innda dress? Now dat'd be sometin t'look at. Godda good
knees?"
Melina nods to Jayna slowly, "When I was a candidate at Ista, I saw him in
a dress. He was crying over Moreta dieing"
Jayna stands up and trots over to Melina. She sits on the bench. "No! In a
dress? Was it some kind of festival?"
Silanda just shakes her head at Melina, disbelieveing...or looking like
she wants to be.
Now *that* is sufficient to intrigue Kassi for a moment, enough so that
she ceases mauling the wood for a moment. "What did he look like?" she
asks. "I've never seen him in a dress, m'self, but I've heard all of the
legends. As strange as he is, our child should be a credit to the
bloodline indeed." She sounds proud; well, she would. This is Kassi, after
all. "Oh, aye," she assures K'ti. "Very good knees."
Melina shakes her head, "No. His green was rising. He /does/ have nice
knees, but hairy"
K'ti sneezes, hiding it behind her hands and in that poor kerchief.
Jayna giggles. "Was his dragon wearing a dress?"
Melina chuckles to herself, "All the hair in all the wrong places" She
grins and shakes her head, "No. She was just pacing about, making an
aweful racket"
A'lex shakes his head at THAT thought...
"Nay self-respecting dragon would be caught dead in a dress," Kassima
states dryly just as a *very* indignant half-rumble, half-snarl echoes in
from outside.
Jayna thinks about that. "So, his dragon was proddy, and he put on a dress
and started crying about Moreta?"
K'ti hms quietly, "I hadda gte more paints. Dime da paint a dragonridah
'gain. Purpah?"
Telgar Weyr> Jehrina says, "As if Jh'rin needed an excuse to be odd. :)"
A'lex says "I am glad I don't have a green... but I can't wait to see Nikh
in a dress!"
Jayna looks a bit warily toward the cavern entrance. "Uh. . . .it'd have
to be a pretty big dress, anyway."
Ro listens, unconciously stroking that little bulge under her jacket. A
muffled croon can be heard, but she is more intent on the conversation at
hand.
Melina grins and nods, "Aye, that's about it. He was so upset about poor
Moreta" She hums, "Even though it happened turns ago" She giggles at
A'lex, "You think Nikh would wear one?"
Kassima adds in an even droller tone, "Lysseth further states that anyone
who thinks a *green* would wear such a thing is truly deluding themselves.
Why nay try puce, K'ti?"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Jhor is Oddity Incarnate. :)"
A'lex shrugs, "I dunno, enought wine..."
Jayna hears A'lex's remark and glances over toward Kassima.
Melina laughs and shakes her head, "I can hardly imagine that.. but... I
bet /he/ has nice legs and knees and the sort"
K'ti shakes her head, "Das eddier got by takin residents down d'bowl's
edge in a dight spiral, an mod de fun doo."
Telgar Weyr> Melina likes Jhor. My kinda nutcase :)
Kassima advises, "Catch him asleep in the 'Springs sometime and dress him
up in it. That'll work. Did for Mart. The question is whether you really
*want* t'see a man in a dress." She eyes K'ti blankly, too confused to
even be annoyed.
A'lex shakes his head, "No comment."
Jayna laughs and returns to the cabinet to root around for baker goods she
can pilfer. "I, for one, think it's a pretty funny picture. Mentally,
anyway."
Melina hums and shrugs, "It's really not anything big"
Telgar Weyr> Jehrina says, "As if any guy would say that, Melina.. owait"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima laughs!
Telgar Weyr> Melina realizes something, "Umm.. since I'm not a weyrling
anymore, Rhonneth gets to chase Lysseth"
Tinya looks up from her sandwich, peering at K'ti confusedly, and asks
what everyone must be thinking: "_What_ did you say?"
Telgar Weyr> Jehrina says, "You coulda chased anyway:)"
Telgar Weyr> Melina noddles, 'I thought so'
Telgar Weyr> Jehrina says, "Means A'lex can chase too, if he's on that
late:)"
K'ti holds up a finger. She picks up her poor old kerchief and really
unloads this time, almost seeming to empty her head. A deep breath and a
relieved look follow.
Telgar Weyr> <Kassima> Lysseth waggles her eyeridges at Melina... or
rather, at Rhonneth. ;)
Telgar Weyr> A'lex shoulda asked the perma-weyrling... I coulda told you
that Melina!
Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Errr Melina should've asked that is."
K'ti says "I sed, puce c'n be made by takin residents up on dragon an
combing down in a dight ... tight spiral."
Jayna finds some cookies. They're not stale at all. She grins and starts
putting them on a tray.
"So," Kassima says, trying to puzzle this out while continuing to hack and
slash the helpless piece of wood, "you think residents should be taken up
on dragons and flung around in a tight spiral until they hit a wall,
splat, and leave a puce splotch behind that can be used for paint?"
A'lex looks at K'ti....
Aphrael walks in from the bowl.
K'ti frowns then laughs, "Dno. I wud talking 'boud painting sombone's face
'gain. Like F'hlan's after hid greedflight loss."
Tinya ahs, then chuckles. "I'd have said that was more a chartreuse,
myself."
A'lex just looks confused.
Aphrael sheds flakes of snow as she enters the caverns, hair covered in a
fine spray of white, which she does her best to shake off. "'Evening,
all," She calls brightly, trying to dislodge the snow from her jacket.
Melina waves to Aphreal, looking just as confused at A'lex for once.
Tinya waves over at the other bluerider. "Evening, Aph!" she calls.
Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "FOR ONCE? Like I look this way ALL the time???"
Telgar Weyr> Jehrina says, "You're a bronzer. We expect it."
A'lex salutes Aphrael as she enters.
Telgar Weyr> Melina mutters about goofy looking bronzeriders
Dragon> All dragons sense that Lysseth clears her throat. << Ahemahemahem.
Judging by the sundial on the wall, or whatever we use for time around
here, I'm due to have a flight at Telgar starting in... oh, about ten
minutes or so. Interested males should come on up for the blooding then or
the pre-flight foo now if they choose, and please turn on the Flight
channel. Thank you. :) >>
Telgar Weyr> A'lex grumbles and goes to find some purple spraypaint for
Nraith...
Ro looks at Jayna's cookies "Are those the cookies Sandy made? I'll have
one."
Aphrael glances towards the hearth - and no doubt the klah there, and with
a sight, merely shrugs and heads for a table, absently returning salutes
as she glances about at all the confused expressions. "Something someone
said?" She asks, before smiling to Tinya. "Heya, fellow bluerider. How's
Liath these days?"
Kassima ohhhhs, looking distinctly... disappointed? "Shards, is that all?
I thought chartreuse was more of a *green* color, Tinya. And if'n people
leave green splotches on Bowl walls, then I'd be mightily interested in
finding out just why." And maybe even experimenting, from the sound of her
voice when she says that.
FINALLY someone says something A'lex can understand, "After a few
sevendays, the splotches TURN green Kassi..."
K'ti looks over at A'lex, "How'd you know?"
A'lex looks sheepish, "Good guess?"
Melina raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, "No, more of a rusty
magenta"
Silanda ugh's. "And I thought watching dragons eat was difficult..."
Jayna offers Ro a cookie. "I'm not sure who made them, but they taste
good. Want one?"
A'lex shakes his head, "No Melina, the STREAK is rusty magenta, but where
the... MEAT is, that gets nice and green." He snickers.
Tinya smiles back at Aphrael. "He's doing all right, but I'm still a
little concerned about his shoulder. How're you and Prefeth?" She nods to
Kassi with a grin. "It _is_ green. And you don't splat them, they just
_turn_ that color all by themselves. If the spiral's tight enough."
"With what? Mold?" Kassi asks. She's not paying much attention to the
question, though. In fact, she seems overall rather distracted; her knife,
slicing every which way, manages to lodge itself in the table surface on
one too-forceful stroke from the greenrider. This causes her to curse up a
blue streak bad enough to do S'riv and Sionelle, her cursing mentors,
proud.
Melina cocks her head, "I thought it was more of a deep green almost
blackish. Or maybe the color of firestone ash?"
Ro breaks of a few small bits of the cookie, which get offered to the
little flash of bronze. The rest she contentedly munches herself.
Aphrael glances towards Kassi, a slight frown appearing, with perhaps an
inkling of what's going on. She manages not to look horrified; instead,
she clears her throat carefully, then grins to Tinya, "If you need me to
take a look, I'm more than happy to," She offers, and adds a laugh, "We're
doing well. Prefeth is enjoying the snow, as usual."
A'lex grunts and stands up, heading for the food table.
Tinya shakes her head. "Richenda looked at him earlier, and she says it's
healing up well enough. I'm just frustrated -- I can't _believe_ what an
idiot G'zel is."
K'ti gives her nose another good blow, leaving it brilliant red and sort
of swollen.
Lysseth> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Kemith and his rider,
Channie of HighReaches Weyr.
Lysseth> Prefeth lifts his head from the tuft of snow it was buried in,
freezing with head tilted. He looks quite comical, in fact - there's a
'hat' of sorts, made up of snow, sitting atop his head. A faint, half
surprised croon comes from his throat, as his gaze focuses on Lysseth.
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth taps the podium with her number two
pencil. << Mouseketeer roll call! If any folk who are masochistic enough
to chase Lyss tonight would speak up, I'd be eternally appreciative. :) >>
Jalimax leans against K'ti and stretches.
Lysseth> Lysseth finally unhooks her claws from her sharpening rock,
stretching out in a slow, langorous fashion that just *happens* to show
off the brilliant adventurite of her hide with the silver-grey liming
underneath. She ignores her clutchbrother with the hat. She ignores every
male, actually--and something about her suggests that this is intentional.
Deliberately, almost coyly, she extends her wings and *stretches* as
though waking at last from a deep and troubled sleep.
Center Bowl> On Nyth, Keriann slips her goggles up atop her helmet as she
glances around, before laughing softly and sliding down Nyth's shoulder.
Center Bowl> Keriann climbs down Nyth's side to the ground, as the dragon
warbles a greeting.
Dragon> Flight sense that Kemith lifts a wingtip << Meme >>
Lysseth> Kemith backwings for a landing.
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << I missed something >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth waves his masochist banner. :)
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.
Dragon> Flight sense that Rhonneth ohs and waves his own. I'm always up
for a good beating.
Kassima is frowning again, still trying to pull her knife free from the
table. It seems to be wedged rather tightly, since her attempts are mostly
futile. "Shardit! Cursed, blasted, bloody thing!" Wrench, pull, tug--but
no matter what she does, the knife stays stuck... until Kassi, abruptly,
stops trying at all and turns to gaze out towards the Bowl.
Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith smiles and says, << Hi, I'm Nraith! >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Nyth waggles a wing.. << I'm here. >>
A'lex walks back over to the group with a huge wherry leg in his hand,
"Shardit but I'm starved... hey, where ya going Kassi..."
K'ti snuffles into thekerchief again.
Lysseth> Channie waves happily to the dragons she knows and hurries
inside.
Channie walks in from the bowl.
Aphrael nods quickly to Tinya, smiling faintly as though looking
distracted. Her gaze focuses on Kassima, and she winces slightly at
Kassi's cursing, shifting uncomfortably.
Melina raises an eyebrow at A'lex, "Umm.. yeah" Her hands steal to a plate
of meatrolls herself though.
Dragon> Flight sense that Tyrinth would love to, but her lag is being
Horrific...
Channie runs in grinning, "Hey!" she beams and wiggles fingers at Aph and
Kassi. "long time not see! 'Reaches duty to Telgar!"
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth grins toothily (fangily?). << Fantastic.
The blooding will start in about five minutes; if you need directions to
the Feeding Grounds, just page Kassi. :) >>
A'lex turns to Channie, and places the Wherry wing in his mouth to salute,
then takes it back out, "And Telgar's to you."
Melina waves a meatroll toward Channie.
Lysseth> Prefeth stretches slowly, tail flicking out, and the hat gets
dislodged as he extends his wings to their full length. He pays no
attention to Kemith as he usually would; his attention is focused on his
green clutchsibling.
Aphrael glances up, and beams as she hears Channie. "Nie!" She calls out,
and all but bounces over to her friend to give her an enthusiastic hug. "I
haven't seen you in ages!"
Lysseth> Rhonneth cocks his head at the green and rumbles, sitting up and
fanning his wings.
Lysseth> Kemith chuffs at the cold shoulder from his once-friend and turns
his head to see what's got Prefeth's attention. Woowooo! hubba hubba!
Channie grins and wraps her arms around Aph, hugging her for all she's
worth, "it's been /ages/ How /are/ you?????"
Rideen walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Kassima blinks dazedly, and looks back over her shoulder at A'lex. "Going?
Going? *I'm* nay going anywhere...." She glances at Channie, but is indeed
so distracted that this is the only indication she gives of her friend's
existance. Scowling, she leans back against the table. "She never *has*
been able t'resist taking her time with anything," the greenrider snarls.
Lysseth> Nraith looks up, just a bit confused at what's going on.
Channie litterly squeals with glee. scary.
Center Bowl> Keriann slips her goggles off and her helmet, shaking out her
braid. Lifting her face up to the snowflakes drifting down, Keriann laughs
softly, trying unsuccessfully to catch one snowflake after another. "It's
been a while since we've had snow.." she murmurs to her lifemate, who
isn't paying any attention to her.
Lysseth> Liath sits up suddenly and croons at Lysseth, then turns his head
toward the living cavern and croons again, this time appealingly.
Rideen comes quietly into the cavern and curls up in a chair in a corner
near the hearth.
A'lex takes another bit of leg and sits back down, "Oh, well, you had that
wandering look in your eyes... the kind you get when you think no one...
is... uh... nevermind."
Aphrael grins from ear to ear, eyes darting in Kassima's direction
briefly, then back to Channie. "I'm great! Prefeth's great! We're all..
great!" Does she seem.. a little overenthusiastic? Perhaps because
something seems to be distracting her attention. "How's Kemith? Pref
didn't even tell me you'd arrived!"
Tinya blinks, then her head _snaps_ toward the bowl, a fierce frown on her
face. "Absolutely _not_!" she says, rather loudly.
Lysseth> Nraith suddenly REALLY understands, and before Rhonneth can, he
decides to do a nice long stretch and extend his wings to their full
length.
Channie flutters her eyelashes as she looks up at Aphrael, following Aph's
glance towards Kassi, ".....ua...we're good." she whips her head back to
look at Aphrael with wild eyes, "This was ah...bad time to visit...wasn't
it?" she moves closer to the bluerider.
Lysseth> Rhonneth snorts at Nraith and rises on his haunches to streatch
and flap his wings. He finally settles back down and eyes the bronze.
Lysseth> Jaralth finally decides that his napping is done and his
attentions turn once again towards his surroundings. He snorts a little,
stretching his wings langoreously.
Lysseth> Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath
rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Tyrinth and his rider,
Taira of Igen Weyr.
K'ti sneezes, once, twice, then three times into that kerchief. It doesn't
stop there, her little frame shakes with coughing shortly afterwards.
Shardin cold.
"Blast her, blast her, blast her," Kassima chants like a mantra, staring
at nothing at all. "She'll nay be dragonskin boots, nor dragonskin
leathers, but a full dragonskin *wardrobe*--I swear it!" Not hard to tell
who *she's* talking about, nope.
Center Bowl> When the light snowflakes begin to change into sleet and
freezing rain, Keriann is startled slightly, a hand lifting to her
forehead. She frowns, glancing around the bowl and then back at Nyth,
before she sets her shoulders and starts across the bowl.
A'lex turns to Channie, "I'm sorry, where are my manners, I'm A'lex,
Nraith's rider." He extends the hand with the wherry leg, retracts it,
extends it again, then just gives ups with a huff and a pleading
apologetic look.
Aphrael clears her throat carefully, eyes fading a touch as her glance
goes to her right, in the direction of the bowl. "Perhaps, perhaps,
probably," She answers Channie, somewhat confusedly. "There might be time
to--" She breaks off, shaking her head after a moment, though.
Lysseth> Keriann walks here from the north.
Lysseth> Liath bugles defiantly, though oddly enough he's looking at the
cavern entrance and not at Lysseth or the other males as he does so.
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth okays! Everyone here? If so, then, start
the blooding at your leisure--I'll join you in a couple of minutes or
so. :)
Lysseth> Nraith snorts back at Rhonneth and leaps into the air.
Lysseth> Nraith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.
Rideen keeps quiet in her corner and just watches.
A'lex walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
A'lex walks in from the bowl.
Telgar Weyr> A'lex DOH!
Channie pokes out her bottom lip as she looks at Kassi. The greenrider
didn't even say hello to her friend. The expression fades quickly however
as she seems ponder her luck at not being noticed. "Oh, Howdy A'lex." She
thrusts out her glove-clad hand, "Channie, Kemith's rider from.... Oh bah,
never mind. hhmmph!"
Lysseth> Above, Nraith flies towards the north end of the bowl.
Channie just watches A'lex walk out and back in, still holding out her
hand.
Lysseth> Jaralth lumbers north.
Lysseth> Prefeth shakes out his wings slightly, making sure to casually
take his time. No need to rush, of course not. As the other dragons start
to leave, though, he lets out a bugle of intermingled defiance and
challenge, and launches up into the sky, headed for the feeding grounds
beyond.
Lysseth> Prefeth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.
A'lex says "Oh dear..."
Center Bowl> Jaralth springs into the air for a quick flight over the
fence and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.
Lysseth> Rhonneth lumbers north.
Center Bowl> Rhonneth springs into the air for a quick flight over the
fence and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.
Center Bowl> Nyth's head swivels again, as if he's tasting the air before
he suddenly springs into the air, gliding to the north.
Center Bowl> Nyth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to
carry him aloft.
Center Bowl> Above, Nyth flies downward towards the feeding grounds.
Jalimax walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Lysseth> Above, Prefeth flies towards the north end of the bowl.
Center Bowl> Above, Nraith flies downward towards the feeding grounds.
K'ti says "Ye'ol' shardin son' o'a three headed bovine! Jaralth!"
Center Bowl> Above, Tyrinth spirals lower into the sky, his nostrils
suddenly flaring. Taira groans and tries to catch his attention. "We're
here to visit my sister. Not go chasing some green!"
Center Bowl> Above, Prefeth flies downward towards the feeding grounds.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Nraith dives straight for a nice fat
bovine, hitting it with his hind legs, he snaps it's back, then gives it a
nice toss, catching it as he lands, and rips its throat open.
Lysseth> Keriann halts mid-stride, her direction uncertain now. She swings
back around to face toward the northern end of the bowl, and she bites her
lower lip as she watches, not paying attention now to the light sleet.
Aphrael clamps her teeth together, perhaps to supress any cursing that
might involuntarily escape her. A faint hiss from in between her breath,
and she turns abruptly, stalking back to her table and snatching up her
jacket.
As a defiant bugle sounds from the bowl, Tinya scowls at the source. "I
said _no_," she repeats. "You can't do drills, and you _certainly_ can't
do a flight." She sits back in her chair, crossing her arms and looking
stern.
A'lex shudder, "Oh, no, there he goes..."
Kassima folds her arms and generally looks very, *very* peeved. Not to
mention distracted. Gnawing her lip slightly, she sits back down... then
stands... then sits again. One by one, she plucks the knives from her sash
and buries them with dull *thunks* in the table's surface.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Jaralth picks his way casually over
the fence and graces the pasture with his first kill. He's not dainty
anylonger, but takes his time grasping and dragging his claws along the
edge of a wherry. He pins it to the ground at its end.
Channie rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips, "fine, next time
I'm just staying at home! See if I visit."
Center Bowl> Above, Tyrinth flies downward towards the feeding grounds.
Lysseth> Kemith lumbers north.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Rhonneth launches himself at a large
buck. He brings it down, almost as if he tackled the creature and cracks
the beast's neck with a shake of his head.
Center Bowl> Kemith springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence
and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.
A'lex tears into the wherry leg unconsciously. "Oh no no no..."
Center Bowl> Tyrinth comes here from the direction of the feeding grounds.
K'ti starts coughing again then gathers her furs about herself.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Prefeth circles over the feeding
grounds for a moment, almost defiant in his slow measure, causing panic in
the herds below and appearing to enjoy it. Without warning, his wings snap
shut and he dives directly for one of the scattering herdbeasts, talons
digging into it's back, before his full weight bears down on it and snaps
it's back. A warble of pleasure escapes him, and his jaws clamp around
it's throat to feed.
Rideen walks towards the inner cavern.
Remo walks here from the Inner Cavern.
Lysseth> Liath rises onto his hind legs, waving his wings and bugling. He
pauses in mid-bugle, however, subsiding down with a sound that's very much
like a whimper.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Kemith swoops down into the feeding
grounds with a rumbling bugle that scattered the flock of beasts before
his unfurled wings. Banking left he alights, snagging up a bovine in his
strong tallons. The brown wastes not time in blooding, ignoring all else
as he rips open the struggling animal.
"Oh, stop your grousing," Kassi snaps--to whom, it's unclear--before
standing once again and taking a few steps forward from her chair. "Are
you going, or aren't you?" she demands under her breath, hands on her hips
and her foot tapping impatiently.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Nyth wings through the sleet,
sweeping down just low enough to snatch with his extended foreclaws a
stocky herdbeast from those that a blue so kindly chased toward him.
Carrying the bleating beast as he glides away from the others, Nyth lands
in a clear spot, flicking open the neck of the beast and lowering his head
to drink its blood.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Nraith lifts his head from his kill,
muzzle dripping with blood. He looks about, and seeing himself as the
largest thing on the feeding grounds, lets out a huge trumpet.
Tinya rolls her eyes. "Oh great, now you've done it, you great walloping
wherry," she mutters.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Jaralth opens his wings out to their
oversized span, making his smallish almost comical body seem somewhat
larger as he drains his kill quickly. Red stain dribbles along cobalt hide
in tendrils of purple. He looks up, seeking yet another.
Aphrael very deliberately shoves her arms into the sleeves of her jacket,
scowling at nothing in particular. She bites her lower lip hard, once,
then abruptly turns, and strides towards the bowl, nearly knocking over a
drudge in her apparent haste.
Aphrael walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Silanda just sits quietly, watching the riders around her warily.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Nraith drops the carcas and leaps
into the air to circle again.
Center Bowl> Tyrinth springs into the air for a quick flight over the
fence and into the feeding grounds, where he settles again.
Channie hurries after Aphrael, "Hey wait..."
Channie walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Jayna walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
A'lex mutters, "Here we go again..."
K'ti stands up and makes her way towards the bowl and out, not forgetting
her furs. Her cold seems to abate, mercifully, but she seems no less
distant.
K'ti walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Lysseth> Lysseth watches her various suitors ascend with eyes picking up
speed and violet both. She sinks her claws deep into the snow-crusted soil
of the Bowl, spreading her own wings wide and raising her head to scream--
a scream of defiance, of warning, of challenge! Paying no heed whatsoever
to these scrawny humans, these wingless gnats, she leaps up in a flurry of
silver-swept green and is at once away.
Remo walks in, whistling to himself, doing an odd little circle-spin dance
step as he walks over to the klah pot.
Lysseth> You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the
bowl floor to carry you aloft.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Rhonneth drops the dead beast and
licks his scarlet jaws with his equally scarlet tongue. His wings open
again and he brings down another buck with the same pounce tackle as
before.
Center Bowl> In the Feeding Grounds, Nraith wastes no time and quickly
chooses and dispatches another victim, slathering himself with gore.
Kassima sighs with a combination of relief and disgust. "Finally!" she
snarls, stalking outside to the Bowl in a whirl of black skirts.
You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Benden LC> A'lex says "Oh, and I just oiled him..."
Lysseth> You fly towards the north end of the bowl.
Lysseth> You fly downwards towards the feeding grounds.
Jayna walks here from the north.
Benden LC> Melina nods to A'lex, "Rhonneth's been sharding oiled all day"
Lysseth> Prefeth tosses his head slightly, discarding the drained carcass.
Blood drips unheeded from his jaws, as whirling eyes regard his
surroundings, selecting out his next victim. Hindlegs push powerfully
against the ground as he gets airborne, almost immediately bringing down
his second kill, which he promptly proceeds to feed from.
Lysseth> Nraith trumpets at Lysseth as she nears.
Lysseth> Nyth doesn't pay any attention to the posturing of the other
males as he lifts his bloody maw from blooding his second beast to watch
Lysseth. He bugles to her, then settling back down away from the animals
to give her room to blood.
Lysseth> Jaralth leaps across the redding snow, foreclaws forward and
strong legs pushing away at the ground as he snatches a beast across the
neck and brings it down.
Aphrael spins, eyes a little wild as she regards Channie uncomprehendingly
for a moment. "For what?" She hisses out between her teeth, attention
diverted between a blue dragon that's further north, and the brownrider
standing next to her.
Lysseth> Nraith hurls his second kill from him almost distastefully, but
instead of leaping to the air again, he looks, and watches-- eyes whirling
red/violet.
Lysseth> Rhonneth pulls his kill away from Lysseth, letting her blood at
her own will. The creature leaves a lice, long magenta streak in the
emrald of the grass.
Benden LC> A'lex continues to devour wherry... "Where's Kassima?"
Lysseth> Tyrinth launches himself into the attack after depositing his
righteously indignant rider in the bowl. There... a fat wherry just right
for his tastes at the moment, all blood and hunger. A slash to the belly
and he sinks his muzzle down to drain the poor creature. His head lifts,
eyes a whir as the green enters. And he thought he was thirsty before...
Benden LC> Melina shrugs, "I don't know" She downs her meatroll and takes
a long sip of klah.
Lysseth> Kemith lets the limp body fall from his powerful jaws as he jerks
his head up to watch the incoming green. A shudder runs through him,
rustling his powerful frame down to the tips of his wingsails and he
recoils slightly as if burned by the glowing vision. Another shake pulls
him together and he leaps onto another beast, blooding it in the same
fasion as the first.
Lysseth> Lysseth sweeps over the feeding grounds like a shooting star of
brilliant green, claws already extended as she spies the first of the
herdbeasts--the first prey, the first to die to slake *her* thirst and
*her* need. To fly as fast and far as she desires will take blood, and the
blood of them calls to the ichor roaring wildly through her own veins.
There's a crack, a crunch, a rather wet thud as the first herdbeast--a
sturdy buck--goes down beneath her talons. Jaw gaping, she sinks her teeth
into its throat and begins to drink.
Liath tries the rise-up-and-bugle bit again, but once again subsides, this
time almost immediately. His cries change to a soft, half-whimpering
croon.
Channie waves her hand at Aphrael, unable to even form the words to
explain what she was trying to say.
Keriann stands partway across this part of the bowl, goggles and helmet
dangling unheeded from her gloved left hand. She doesn't seem to notice
the sleet coating her lightly with ice, although when there's increased
activity in the bowl, her eyes unerringly pick out Kassima from the group
of riders that came out of the living cavern.
Jayna glances at Kassi.
Lysseth> Prefeth lifts his jaw from his latest kill, as something else
catches his attention. Eyes spin quickly; magenta intermingled with a deep
maroon color, as they focus on the green beauty who's appeared at the
feeding grounds -- Lysseth. Wings mantle slightly over his kill, before
the need to blood drives him on, and his next victim finds itself with
Prefeth's talons in it's back.
Benden LC> Tinya sighs heavily. "G'zel's not the only one who's an idiot,"
she says, mostly to herself but loud enough to be overheard. She rises to
her feet, says in passing to Melina and A'lex, "She'll be heading for one
of the guest weyrs. You should follow, if your dragons are chasing," and
then heads out herself.
Tinya comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Benden LC> Silanda says "Bowl, probably. Available evidence indicates,
anyway."
Kassima strides out a fair distance from the Cavern, turning at once to
focus on the feeding grounds just beyond. With her black gown against the
white snow, she certainly stands out... not that it's hard to tell her for
Lysseth's rider anyway. "Blood it," she's chanting. "Just blood it. Don't
you eat that meat--just *blood* it, y'great snarling half-brained excuse
for a tunnelsnake with wings!"
Taira walks in, pushing her hands through her hair. "Why here... why
now... Jays, I was just here to visit my sister..." Teeth bite down on her
lower lip and she finally looks around. "Igen's duty." It is remembered
with a faint sigh.
Lysseth> Rhonneth lifts his head from his blooded kill to watch Lysseth.
His eyes whirl shades undulating from red to almost black tainted purple.
He lashes out and brings down his third and sucks greedily at its neck.
Benden LC> Remo gets his klah, and walks across the cavern, approaching
Ro. "Heya, lady," he says, a persistant grin tugging at his lips
Benden LC> Melina gets up and follows, head bowed and muttering under her
breath.
Melina comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Lysseth> Finnaly the Bronze launches himself skyward again, eyeing yet
another heardbeast. He circles once, twice, then folds his wings and
drops, pulling out of the dive at the last moment, and plucking the
shreiking animal from the snow covered pasture. He lands several yards
away, the beast still yallowing, and slits its throat with his razor sharp
front teeth. Drinking deeply of its lifeblood, his red eyes become marbled
with yellow.
Jayna stares wide-eyed at Kassi, swaying with her, almost. . . .
A'lex comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Lysseth> Jaralth drains his third, leaving a trail of red copper where his
blue body mixes with the stained snows. It's quick, experianced, and now
he notices the emerald shining before his eyes. He almost hovers over his
kill, watching her with entranced and violent eyes, and pulling from that
beast beneath this claws.
Aphrael lets out her breath slowly, after a moment, offering a wan smile
to Channie - it's all she can manage right now. Eyes dart towards the
feeding grounds, before the bluerider spins on her heel, seeking out
Kassima in amongst the grouping of people.
Tinya heads for her dragon, ignoring the other riders. "Great walloping
wherrybrain," she addresses the blue. "I _told_ you you weren't fit to
fly, but would you _listen_?"
Channie glances at Taira with pale eyes and moves her head in a jerky nod
before quickly returning her attention to the feeding grounds far off.
Melina moves down a short passage and past a curtain, moving out of sight
as she enters the Guest Weyr.
A'lex just looks dumbfounded.
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth sets a few quick ground rules, just
FYI. :) << When the blooding's over, we'll go up two skyspaces to save on
spam. Pose one dragon-pose per Lyss-pose, please; there's no line length,
and no limit on rider poses. The GW will be IC. The channel can be either,
but OOC comments and heckling are welcome. ;) Page Kassi sometime before
it's over if you don't want to win. Any questions? :) >>
Melina emerges from the passage leading to the guest weyr.
Jayna glances around widely and dashes toward the feeding grounds.
K'ti sneezes, catching the back of someone's head with the spray. She
slaps a hand over her mouth almost too late then snuffles behind it.
Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith throws popcorn at Kassima.
Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth starts to heckle, just for practise. ;)
Nope, none here.
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << Hey greenie! Sorry.. no
heckling >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Jaralth looks for other places for his rider to
sneeze on.
Lysseth> Nraith cranes his neck and lets out a bellowing Roar.
A'lex jumps.
Lysseth> Lysseth drains the body of the buck to the very dregs within
moments, still snarling defiance at her rider's command. Who is she, to
have to listen to the dictates of others? She is free, and strong, and
proud--and thirsty. Without moving from her spot, she lashes out with her
hind talons, hooking them into the side of a squealing ewe. The blood runs
crimson around her claws as she takes from the ovine the nourishment
she'll need for the challenge ahead.
Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth grins at Jaralth. Sneeze on my rider,
and we can have a fight.. no, wait?!
Lysseth> Rhonneth bugles in reply. No bronze is going to upstage /him/,
/especially/ not his hatchmate. He rips at the dead beast at his feet and
suck on its neck, intent to get every bit of strength he can from it.
Lysseth> Tyrinth even gets his tail into the act, slashing it towards a
running buck to knock him over so that the next drink will be at hand. A
small trail of ichor marks his tail where the antlers of the beast have
managed to dent thick hide. It is ignored for the moment, but when he
turns to the offending carcass, the blooding is all the more frenzied.
Between the starfire glow of the green and his injury, the brown has let
himself give in to more savage instincts now.
Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith told you who you needed to find if you
wanted a fight...
Jayna looks at Kassi. . . .
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth laughs. << Hey, if y'all *want* to
fight, that's fine by me. Just don't kill each other, 'kay? ;) >>
Keriann's eyes rest on Kassima for longer than they might otherwise, but
after a brief glance around at the other riders congregating around the
certainly eye-catchingly-attired greenrider, her gaze still moves quickly
enough back to the carnage in the feeding grounds.
A'lex starts to shiver... from the cold? Doubtful....
Lysseth> Prefeth licks his jaw absently; the need to drink all the blood
available to him rather than any compulsion for neatness driving him.
Wings half spread out over the remainder of his meal, and lidded eyes
refect the image of that which he watches, the green in the feeding
grounds. Muscles tense slightly as he waits, ready as he can be..
Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth pouts. Awww, you don't want a duel to
the death over you, Lyss? ;)
Lysseth> Nraith rips the head from the heardbeast for good measure, and
upends it to drain the last of the blood from it's still twitching body.
Kassima sways on her feet, eyes already starting to blanken as the link to
her lifemate saps her will and, in some sense, her integral *self.* Words
have ceased now that her will has proven, for the moment, stronger than
that of her dragon.
Lysseth> Jaralth leaps for a nearby and quite stupid cow, his claws
reaching forward eagerly to hold it just for his own taking. His brassy
bugle echos against a nearby wall as he vents a bit of energy. Eyes whirl
ever faster, watching, watching, waiting, hovering.
Dragon> Flight sense that Rhonneth chuckles. I'd welcome a deul. Did I
mention I just got my E in foil?
Lysseth> Kemith leaves the second body torn in two at his feet and shakes
his head, snorting out a fine spray of blood before sneaking another
glance at the radiant image of Lysseth. There's only a moment of what
seems to be rapture, his glowing eyes churn a deep amethyst, and then he
looks away. Must have more blood to fuel his flight or he surely will not
be worthy of this vision.
Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith pictures Melina with a sword and A'lex
with a pistol, kinda like an Indy movie... nahhhhhh...
Aphrael licks her lips slightly, looking as if she's fighting some sort of
inner battle; the snow falls on her bare head unheeded, eyes slightly
unfocused but still gazing in Kassima's direction.
Liath hunkers down, crooning pathetically to his rider. She, for her part,
rolls her eyes but grins affectionately at the blue. Taking hold of his
straps, Tinya hauls herself up to his shoulder, balancing with one foot
braced on his side and one elbow hooked through the straps as she rubs at
the strained area with both hands. She mutters half-irritated half-loving
nonsense to Liath as she rubs.
Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Flight with << It could be an epic.. the covering
of wings, the flight and flight solution as we battle for the fairest
wing, the greenest of eyes and the most fiery of spirit, winging our souls
into the frey after her side. >>
Lysseth> Rhonneth tosses his last kill like an old rag and licks his jaws.
His whirling eyes are fixed on Lysseth and his tail whips behind him
viciously.
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Can we heckle the other riders too
Kassi, or just you? >>
Channie crosses her arms over her chest, grinding her teeth together with
the effort of remaning cool against the onslaught of dragon lusts.
Lysseth> Nraith stretches his wings, watching, waiting....
K'ti holds back another sneeze, just barely, her eyes narrowed and
concentration on a field across the bowl.
Lysseth> The intensity of Lysseth's hide, already a deep and glowing
emerald, takes on a new luster and luminescence as she ascends once more
to the skies. Dipping her wings, she buzzes just overhead--a manuever
perfectly executed to the finest detail. It's a shame that the bovine cow
she latches onto at the end of the flight can't really appreciate it for
what it is. With a snarl, she rips off the head and yanks out the spine to
toss them contemptuously towards the nearest male. It takes her no time at
all to drain *this* one... for now, she knows what she needs. What she
wants. What she *desires*. Abandoning the corpse to the ravages of time,
she screams one shrill cry--and is, at once, aloft.
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.
Melina looks over toward the other end of the bowl. Her breath makes tiny
white puffs in the crisp air.
Lysseth> Nraith rises up from the feeding grounds.
Lysseth> Jaralth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Lysseth> Rhonneth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Lysseth> Nyth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Dragon> Lysseth bespoke Flight with << Well, *I* wouldn't mind, but Kassi
objects to bloodshed in the GW unless it's caused by her. Go figure. ;)
Hey, heckle whoever you want! 'Sall in the spirit of fun, neh? :) >>
Lysseth> Prefeth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Lysseth> Kemith rises up from the feeding grounds.
Lysseth> Kemith soars upwards into the open sky above the weyr.
Kassima whirls on her heel the very instant that Lyss takes to the air,
striding--no, sprinting--for the sanctity of the Guest Weyr.
Lysseth> You soar upwards and into the open sky above the Weyr.
You push aside the curtain and enter the weyr.
Lysseth> Rhonneth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
Lysseth> Nraith flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
Lysseth> Nyth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
Lysseth> From the South, Jaralth bugles his ego into the air, pulling a
strong downbeat with longish wings. His tail rudders behind him, sailing
like a kite caught into the storms.
A'lex comes into the weyr from the bowl.
Lysseth> Jaralth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
Keriann comes into the weyr from the bowl.
Melina comes into the weyr from the bowl.
Channie comes into the weyr from the bowl.
K'ti comes into the weyr from the bowl.
Aphrael comes into the weyr from the bowl.
Lysseth> Prefeth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
A'lex just follows Kassima, like a drone...
K'ti sneezes again into her hands, hunkering into the cold, into the
flight and almost ignoring everything. She runs into the rider in front of
her.
Melina looks around to weyr with wide, glazed-over eyes. Without a
thought, she finds security next to a wall and slumps down it.
A'lex breaks from his daze and almost snarls at K'ti when she hit him.
K'ti holds up her well goo'd hands reflexively, her own expression quite
dour.
Channie pushes her way past a much larger bronzerider, lifting her chin
imperiously until she finds a vacant place against one of the far walls.
Lysseth> Lysseth spreads her great wings to let the thermals and currents
fill them, bearing her upwards with the speed of a thought. What is the
hurry? She is ahead; they will never catch her, and now is playtime for
her, when she has enough energy to do whatever she wishes in this flight
of utmost freedom. Her trumpet mocks those below her who would dare to go
where no dragon has gone before--following she who *cannot* be followed.
With a twist of her tail, she soars off like a green comet whose tail is
in fact the streak of luminescence that burns across the sky in her wake.
In the relative warmth of the guest weyr, the snow covering Aphrael starts
to melt, giving her a somewhat ragged look; the bluerider is ignorant of
such, though, following the length of the wall almost from habit before
she pauses and stops some distance into the weyr.
Jayna comes into the weyr from the bowl.
Lysseth> Rhonneth bugles in defiance to the sky and spreads his great
wings as far as he can, winging steadily after the pretty green. His mind
and eyes stay focused on her bright body and his tail whips behind him.
Goggles and helmet still dangle unheeded from Keriann's hands. Still
sleet-coated from her time in the bowl, Keriann finds a spot along the
wall where she can see Kassima, away from most of the other maleriders.
Frowning, Kassi pays little to no heed to the maleriders. *She* is more
interested in finding a place to stand. The walls have always betrayed
her; the corner betrayed her... so, she'll choose *another* corner. Never
let it be said that she's logical. Leaning back against the cool stone,
she fixes her heated glare on the riders en masse--clearly, she challenges
their audacity in following her here.
Lysseth> From the South, Tyrinth rises up from the feeding grounds.
Lysseth> Prefeth pays no need to things like wind, or thermals, or
weather, or even the other dragons; snow swirls about him unheeded, as he
plunges upwards without thought. Without much thought, rather - his
concentration is solely on the green luminescence that flies far above
him, the object of his flight, the goal he seeks as his wings beat and
lift him ever higher into the skies.
Lysseth> Nraith bugles merily, the chase is on! The muscles of his Bronze
hide ripple and pulse as he beats his wings in chase of the green flame
ahead of him. Oh, how she glows, how she shines. With nary a look at the
other persuers, he speed himself higher and higher into the sky, hoping to
overtake she who is everything...
Lysseth> Kemith soars upward, beating his broad wings against the chilled
air of Telgar's skies. Although he jets past an older bronze with ease, he
seems to be looking only up at Lysseth, his eyes and mind burned by the
image of her glowing visage.
Lysseth> Jaralth wraps his cobalt into midnight wings around the snow
dusted cold air, blue on blue canvas seeking to become part of the sky. He
beats, hard and strong, experianced by turns, upwards, out of the drafts
and downpulls and to the side,. His tail whips, catching the nose of a
dragon behind him unnoticed.
A'lex drops into a lotus position right in the center of the Weyr... thats
where he was standing, why move?
Lysseth> Tyrinth flies up from the southern half of the bowl.
Lysseth> Tyrinth launches himself into the air just a few seconds late,
taking the time to crouch and make an attempt at guessing these unfamiliar
winds. The things he'll do for lust. And then it is all the powerful
beating of vast brown wings as he seeks to make up this lost time and
height, the heat of blood driving him on, the flash of green taunting his
voice to... rumble. Try as he might, he just can't get more romantic than
that.
Taira comes into the weyr from the bowl.
Aphrael slides to the ground, crouching with back against the wall. She
stares, unwavering, at Kassima, eyes blinking occassionally but otherwise
still.. the rabbit caught in the glare of a headlight.
K'ti pulls a snow dusted fur about her shoulders again and just takes over
the table. Center of it. Hers. She looks quite grouchy as if this has been
all His fault. The cold, the snow, the sickness, the sneezes.. and
everything.
Jayna quickly moves over to A'lex, grabbing one of K'ti's furs as she
moves. . . .
Lysseth> Nyth expends the early energy to reply to Lyssenth's mocking
challenge, his bugle following after her just as he does. Windswept wings
move him strongly through the Telgar sky, his size and strength will give
him endurance to prevail over the adverse weather in his quest for Lysseth
and the agility he'll need in trying to do the impossible, to capture her
firey green brilliance.
Dragon> Flight sense that Tyrinth will just use this forum to curse lag
that's doing icky bad things. Like making me pose +pos instead of delete
it. Not to mention how long it took to get off the ground. Foiled again.
Melina splays her legs out in front of her as she props her back against
the wall. She mutters to herself and glances from person to person, not
seeing them but seeing them all in one.
A'lex stares intently at Kassima, how could he have not notices that smile
before... those eyes...
K'ti sneezes, the spray misting out over the table and onto the floor
before her.
Lysseth> Lysseth tilts her wings upwards to catch the next proverbial vine
flung to her by the winds; with the speed that characterizes her as one of
the fastest of the Telgar greens, she launches herself towards the moons
and stars, their paltry light hardly a match for the brilliance of her
hide--and nothing at all when compared to the fire of her essence. She is
the daughter of the wind, lover of freedom, singing the songs of the stars
and hearing them sing back to her. Euphoria lends her a nonchalant grace,
and she dips and veers in the sky in an intricate pattern that displays
her mastery of the aerial dance.
Channie gazes at Kassima with those misty, moist love-sick eyes as she
gets hit and hard by Kemmith's attraction to the greenrider's Lysseth. She
heaves a huge sigh, half closing her eyes.
Lysseth> Rhonneth cuts through the air with great brown downsweeps, not
following a good deal of her dips. He strives to keep an even keel. Let
her wear herself out. He'll be there.
Dragon> Lysseth senses that Nyth's mind races after your as swiftly as his
body does, hot red blood filling his stomach and fueling him, hot green
ichor racing through his veins. << I dare! >> is his challenge in return,
the hint of a memory of fire and ice, darkness and light, entwined into an
irresistable challenge, an irresistable desire for you, following his
words.
Jayna looks around, mouth drier.
Kassima is hardly *smiling*. Rather, she is a picture of concentration;
her eyes are blank, her brow is furrowed, and her face is totally
expressionless. She sees nothing but what her dragon sees, and hears
nothing but what her dragon hears. The riders, like their dragons, are
inconsequential now to her.
Lysseth> Jaralth cuts to the right then cups up his wings and body with a
harsh twist and a downbeat, his muscles stretching beneath shimmery blue
flecked with snow hide. Larger pieces of the drift he was stretched on
slide off his back and onto the bowl floor below. His head continues,
aimed towards the green.
Lysseth> Prefeth wings higher, his total oblivion of everything else
lending him a kind of energy - one charged of total concentration. That
is, until he suddenly finds a brown dragon in his path. A trumpet of
frustration escapes him as he tries to push past Kemith - all he knows is
that he must not let the green jewel above get out of his sight, and
Kemith impeeds that desire.
Lysseth> Inspired by the graceful arial ballet of the green before him,
Nraith plunges forward, letting the familliar air currents carry him
higher and higher in persuit of his goal, his Emerald Grail. With eyes
whirling red-purple-blue he watches the starlight sparkle off the mistress
of the evening. You will be mine, oh yes, you will be mine...
Taira starts her pacing, , looking for a good innocent patch of space to
call her own. Finally, she gets a chance to look around. Who is this
person, anyway... All Tai knows is that she's more than a little tempting
at the moment.
Lysseth> Tyrinth would chase the stars themselves if they offered so
tempting a display, but none has yet, the speed and spirit of the green
calling him on from the slumber of lazy warm Igen skies. This is
invigorating, and he pushes screaming cold air into his lungs with
delight. Patience is his strength, and he tries to conserve a bit of that
energy now. The unfamiliar territory, though, keeps his worship a distant
one for the moment.
Aphrael's eyes flicker slightly; attention is distracted, as narrowed eyes
focuse on Channie. From between her teeth, the words are hissed out, "Get
your lump of a dragon out of my dragon's flight path!"
Telgar Weyr> Melina giggles at Lex, "I seak the Emrald Grail"
Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "First the spanking, then.... WOO HOO!!"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Welcome, gentle samite! Welcome to the Guest
Weyr Anthrax!"
Telgar Weyr> A'lex rotf.
Telgar Weyr> Aphrael lol!
Telgar Weyr> Melina rolls!
Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "What do you mean you have a Lysseth shaped
beacon?"
Lysseth> Kemith trumpets a rough masculine song of need and desire for
Lysseth's graceful sky dance. With even, steady strokes, his wings pump
against the harsh wings, pushing him higher and higher with not nearly as
much grace and beauty, but with a raw determination. Muscles ripple and
bunch under the velvet-like goldenbrown hide with his efforts.
Telgar Weyr> <Kassima> Male dragons: << You mean it's not a real
green?!? >>
Dragon> Lysseth senses that Jaralth buzzes towards the background of
sound, his whirling eyes, his whirling emotions, his being and his end all
caught within a breath of the whisper of the mind. He projects this
forward, mirroring and aiming in one instinctive swirl of energy. A
roiling of fire, the banking of flame. The passion of green, the sharp
coldness of an icy lake awash with sunlight. Painful to his heart, burning
his mind, the images of a green caught within the dusty black skies he so
often haunts. His heart pounding.
Lysseth> Nyth will never be able to perform the intricate dance that
Lysseth does, but then the partner is often the backdrop, providing
support and strength, as Nyth is more than willing to do for Lysseth when
it's time. Not as familiar with this sky as is Lysseth, Nyth opts for the
more straight path as he wings through the middle of her trajectory, still
increasing altitude and speed as he strives to fly close enough for that
dance to become a more intimate dance.
Channie flutters her lashes bofore jerking her attention at Aphrael, "oh,
Pipe down!" she scowls, her face twisting in anger. rudely she gives
Aphrael a nudge with her elbow in hopes of getting her /away/ from her.
Telgar Weyr> <Melina> Rhonneth pleads <<I think I can take her single
handed. There's only 25 meters of her.>>
A'lex's breathing deepens.
Telgar Weyr> <A'lex> Nraith admonishes, << You'd best get used to doing
thing single handed, lad... >>
Lysseth> Lysseth could be favorably compared, at this moment, to an
emerald nestled against a backdrop of grey velvet--grey for the clouds,
over which she's rapidly gaining ascendance; emerald for her body, a green
arrow as dextrious and rapid as one shot from the hand of a master bowman.
For that is what she *is*: an arrow shot from the bow of draconic lust,
flying every way but straight and true in her path. This may be a game
*now*, but instinct leads her to still try and shake off her pursuers
while she may; the wind shrieks over her wings as she beats them once,
twice, veering nearly straight upwards and somewhat to the east. Let's see
whether they can really follow her to the height of heights!
Taira is suffering from the cold, though the heat of tension creates a
difficult trembling in her body. All of this bickering is backdrop to the
true call of the evening, and she turns her eyes to follow the green
Kassith... er... the lady. The one in that dress. It most assuredly is
_not_ Taira's sister.
Lysseth> Rhonneth spreads his wings, rising after the great green beacon.
He trumpets after her and wings high and higher still. His eyes whirl from
purple to red, noting Nraith /right/ where he wants to be.
Lysseth> Nraith speeds on, merry in the chase, keeping himself as high as
possible for the time being. Arise fair Lysseth and kill the envious moon,
for your bewitching beauty eclipses even that. With several powerful
strokes Nraith pulls himself higher, through the clouds, and like the hiss
of the wind after the arrow, he follows where she leads...
Kassima frowns, a flicker of her attention drawn from the skies by the
fighting within the weyr. The frown turns, all at once, to a sardonic and
rather sadistic smile. If they are busy fighting, they will never have the
concentration it takes to catch her *or* her dragon. Throwing her head
back with a deep-throated laugh of true mirth, she closes her eyes to let
herself soar once again with her lifemate.
Lysseth> Jaralth levels his beats off, oars in the sea of darkness, a sea
above the entire world that is his home. He breathes, his mind fire to the
night, dancing on the winds both familiar and unfamiliar in his mind's
eye. He seeks, pulling downbeats again, forward to dance with the emerald
fires in the wind. A brazen bugel, challenging to the brown nearby, erupts
from his mouth where blood dries.
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Levels his WHAT? >>
Lysseth> Prefeth falters in his flight, attention distracted from his one
goal which now becomes two - avoid the brown dragon in his way, and catch
up with Lysseth. The realisation that other dragons are getting ahead
while he's behind Kemith fuels him on, an angry bugle escaping as he
attempts to dive down, then back up into the sky, into freedom, into a
clear flight path towards the dragon that draws him on, and ever higher,
in pursuit.
Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Flight with << wingbeats, the pace at which he
goes. Sorry.. am doing this flight from work. (and coworker chose to come
in...) >>
A'lex drops the wherry leg, it lands soundlessly in his lap.
Aphrael expels her breath in one explosive movement as she's nudged, the
emotions from her dragon building up in her and causing anger to surface
at Channie's words. "Pipe down? Me! I wouldn't /have/ to if your sharding
dragon knew how to /fly/!" With that statement, she follows it with a
shove at the brownrider, to get /Channie/ away from herself. Eyes dart
towards Kassima at the greenrider's laugh, frozen for a moment.
Lysseth> Tyrinth looses himself from the bow of passion to try and chase
down the arrow loosed, to meet her body's demands with what his strength
can offer. His is a steady power of limb and wing, one that will not be
shrugged off by a steep climb. But his is not so drastic, instead settling
for a swoop upwards so that he can watch her from below and bend his
flight to her will, to try and be there should she begin to falter. From
her prowess in the air, such a time may be long in coming, and a shame,
for she is a jewel of motion to watch. No dream could be as bewitching as
the meer fluttering of her wings, the glides that change her course.
Lysseth> Nyth isn't a collector of all jewels, but an admirer, a
connoisseur, and the emerald green Lysseth certainly has captured every
iota of his attention. Following her path by climbing but slightly more to
the north than Lysseth is flying, Nyth is one of the pack of those who
hunt, those who chase to bring fulfillment.
Lysseth> Kemith doesn't even seem to know he cut someone off as he
continues to rumble away a song that even for dragon-ears is not only out
of tune, but rather sappy-sweet. He might not be as graceful, but there's
stamina in his musuclar frame and the fuel of fresh blood pumps through
him. The beauty of the green calls to him! Giving himself wholly to the
flight he plunges onward. Onward until the updraft caused by Prefeth's
passing causes his wingbeats to faulter, and his song to faulter as well.
Lysseth> Far be it from Lysseth to challenge the moons. She does not need
to--there can be no contest between their light and hers, for the fire of
her blood, her passion, and her wish to be free would outshine any
radiance that is naught but a reflection. She is the sun, and they... they
are the Icaruses of dragondom, who will surely burn and fall if they come
too close to her. Amethyst eyes piercing the night like a beacon, she
levels off and twists sharply to one side, rocketing through the sky in a
flash of malachite lightning.
Jayna leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth oohs at the Guest Weyr. << Catfight!
Catfight! ;) >>
Lysseth> Rhonneth dips his wingtip to swerve off after the bright becon in
a slightly larger spiral. He bugles after her, beating his large swirled
wings. She is more lovely then he could have ever imagined. The way the
moon shines from her wings. The way her eyes shimmer though the inky
blackness like jewels. He must fly faster.
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << Flight fight? >>
Channie gasps as she is pushed back against the wall, nearly loosing her
balance at perhaps the same instant that her own dragon's flight goes
awry. Her face goes white in outrage, "Teach .-My-. dragon to fly? That ox
with wings nearly ran over my lifemate!" squaring her shoulders she steps
back to Aph, puffing up her small chest in hopes of looking bigger.
"Hmph!" she gives Aph a shove in return.
Lysseth> She is the Spring, She is the life giving earth, She is Lysseth,
and Nraith follows whe'r she leads. Collapsing his wings, he uses a bit of
a drop to gain speed, then arcs around to stay in persuit of She who Is.
The song of love in his heart bursts forth and a deep bass trumpet, as if
to say, "I follow, my One True Love" And as the wind passes under his
wings, he truly believes it...
Lysseth> Prefeth surges upwards, muscles bunching, the strong wingbeats
causing faint creaking as every part of his body is put to the test, to
prove his loyalty, to prove his worth in catching the jewel that so eludes
him - that eludes them all, so far. Right wing dips slightly, and he
follows Lysseth's path without worry, his small size giving him the
manueverability that is all that he has in advantage of the larger
dragons.
Dragon> Vaeth bespoke Flight with << Catflight? >>
Dragon> Prefeth bespoke Flight with << Rowrl. >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth gets images of cats flying through the
air, and yums. << Lunch! >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Rhonneth rumblelaughs <<Ox with wings..>>
Keriann's gaze upon Kassima widens with appreciation as the greenrider
throws her head back, the nature of her dress leaving much there. Aphrael
and Channie draw a flicker of attention as her eyes narrow, as if
assessing with the possibility that their distractions will result in more
than temporary opportunities in the quest.
Dragon> Flight sense that Vaeth grins.
A'lex, voice surprisingly deep and calm simply says, "Why don't you two
take this outside?"
Dragon> Lysseth senses that Jaralth focuses, the light and sound and
images that flash through the experianced dragon's mind nearly singing
with each pulse of his blood. He projects forward again, presense above
all as he called with his mind as much as his body, << Sing into the
winds, racer of hearts, know your strengths and know your fires. I sing a
song of the stars, of the night, whispering in your dreams as a bit of the
night. I know that your fire grows hot in the forests of your wings,
dusting the beauty that is you into a radiance that cannot be touched by
the nearest of stars, or by the moon or flames that sear the air when
thread passes by, I know the fires, I know the flames, and I know how your
mind bursts with power. But as is the light, as is the night, as is the
fires, all must be touched by what hides their opposite. Let the water
cool the flame, the night touch the darkness, the night pass into day and
blue wings to envelope the firey green of your hide. I know where freedom
is to fly so high, to touch the moons above. Care to find it....?>> His
body humms with pent burning, throbbing to the rhythm of the airs.
Aphrael's eyes narrow, dragging her gaze with obvious reluctance from
Kassima, and to the brownrider, gasping at the other's insults. "He
wouldn't have /had/ to if your dragon didn't try to hog the whole sky as
if he owned it!" As she responds, her voice edges up a few octives,
staggering back at the shove, but instantly returning it with one of her
own.
Lysseth> Tyrinth would offer then to be Daedalus, if such a fate were not
so cruel. But his wings will not melt away, desire strengthening them
instead, blood calling to blood as his body guides itself ever closer,
ever hoping to avoid this tangle of bodies and wings, blooded and blue,
brown and bronze. Now only the zephyr wind of spring calls to him from the
winter land, and it is the only thing that can offer a warmth to burn away
the cold within his lungs.
K'ti lets loose with a sneeze again, enveloping her whole little body as
she misses the kerchief, quite.. um, obviously. Hopefully it doesn't find
someone else in it's path.
Lysseth> Kemith cries out in dispapointment as the Lysseth that was there
amoung the stars seems to vanish before his eyes. Startled he snakes his
neck around until his ruby hued eyes lock onto the falling form of
Lysseth. His larger form turns more slowly, but as he falls he cups his
cumbersome wings close to his sleek body. His angular form slices the air
as he falls at a rapid rate, only to be caught by the careless wings as he
unfurls his wings at the same level as the glorious green.
Lysseth> Nyth's path pays off as Lysseth twists in his general direction,
but he's much too far away and Lysseth's swiftness as she streaks across
the sky is something that he cannot match. Again trying to catch up with
Lysseth's brillance as she blazes the trail for all others to follow, Nyth
lets out a lingering croon as he drives his wings harder as he chases.
Kassima is quite out of range of the flying green missile from K'ti, thank
Faranth. The sound does cause her eyes to fly open, though. Deep green
eyes lit from within by a just-controlled fire fix on the two combatants,
watching them silently. So long as they're not getting anywhere near
*her*, who's she to interfere if they shove each other to death?
Channie shakes her head after it gets snapped back from the force of the
shove. A small grunt escapes her tightly clentched teeth. "Oh oh OOHH!!"
Wow, her face is the same color as her hair. Instead of answering Aph she
thrusts a finger out at A'lex, "YOU, stay outta it Mister!" she hisses
threateningly and then turns back to Aph, stepping up right to her. "What
do you mean, hogging the whole sky? no one -else- is having a problem."
Dragon> Flight sense that Kemith sends his rider to her wery with no
dinner. <Hmph, can't take her anywhere!! >
Dragon> Lysseth senses that Nyth croooons to you as the flight's unfolding
gives him the first hope that he might could share in your blazing glory,
that hope then fading into a strong determination as your flaming speed
lights the sky that he must travel.
Taira wraps her arms around herself, seeking her own warmth to drive away
the cold air. Who knows, maybe she'll be dragging K'ti's cold back with
her to the desert weyr. Even a spattering of germs and ... ahem ... on her
sleeve aren't going to distract her at just this moment.
Lysseth> Jaralth swivels his head, catching but the barest whisper of
silver against green as it slides through the air. He tris refocusing, but
a wind blows him slightly to the side. Tail rudders, catching the air and
trying to right some more. Winds, familiar yet not battle at his older
wings. He fights to stay on her tail, drifting to the chase's right. He
flies silently now, with hidden stealth as he holds his energies for what
he remembers comes later, or thinks he remembers.
Lysseth> Lysseth is faster than a speeding wherry. She is able to outrun
draconic males in a single bound, or so she'd like to believe. These are
her advantages; her disadvantage lies in her size, for she lacks the
dexterity that other greens possess. Still, who needs it? Cannily, with a
sharp cunning that makes up for agile limbs, she seizes a thermal and
ruthlessly exploits it to send her along her path. Back to the west from
whence she came; and, as she folds her wings to drop down like a glowing
meteor of kryptonite, back towards the Star Stones that reach up from the
craggy Bowl below.
A'lex doesn't even look at Chennie as he pulls a comment straight from the
repitoire of Sionelle, "Bend a tail..."
K'ti wipes her hands on her knees, getting rid of the goey feeling even if
she doens't know it. She ignores the hot tempers, minding her own temper.
Aphrael shoots a glare towards A'lex; she never could stand for calm logic
in the fact of anger. Not when /she's/ the one that's angry, at any rate.
"Maybe everyone else is trying to be polite, but I thought I'd let you
know, dear friend." He tone is slightly sarcastic as she looks about ready
to hit out at Channie again.
Lysseth> Rhonneth opens his wings, catching a good bit of wind. He rises
up after the lovely glowing green. As she falls, he falls with her but
checks his decent, opening his wings and gliding on sheer momentum before
he gets too low. Perhaps coming above her, he can catch her on the way up.
"Shut up." Kassi's voice rings out across the Cavern, lower and huskier
than it might normally be. "Shut up, or I'll slug you all m'self and
settle things that way."
Channie kisses her hand and smacks her backside with it. The resounding
slap resounds through the guestweyr. "Whatever....Aph-ra-el"
Lysseth> As the water o'erruns the sand on the beach, the purple o'erruns
the red in Nraiths eyes. Eyes which are focused on the darting Green
beauty ahead. Letting himself settle down within the pack, he pumps his
wings to the rythm of the Cosmos, trusting in Destiny to carry him along
to the Beautiful One. As she whirls her self around to head back from
whense she came, he too folds his wings and plummets, droping out from
under the rest of the pack, only allowing himself to regain control when
he has gained enough momentum. In a deep bottomed arc, he begins to ascend
again.
Melina sits without a noise, without even a murmer to Rhonneth in her
little corner of the room.
A'lex just looks at Kassi with doe eyes, "Okay..."
Keriann shifts position slightly, sliding along the wall so she can see
both Kassima and the maleriders who are... talking. Since she was apart
from most of the maleriders, that puts her closer to Kassima, but Keri
stops still four full strides from the greenrider and resettles herself.
Lysseth> Prefeth executes an almost-summersault in mid air, abruptly
changing direction as his passion-locked gaze follows Lysseth's movements;
down, down down after her drops, wings flush against his side as he spears
through the night sky, a blue streak against a dark background. The star
stones rapidly approach, but are forgotten in the face of passion that
concentrates solely on the gleaming jewel that seeks sactuary in it's
gaze.
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Wize step Kerriann... :D >>
Lysseth> Jaralth catches his place in the air again, muscle and wing
overcoming stubborn airs and drafts. Brilliant movement catches his eye
and takes two strong downbeats, ducking all but the tips and using some
fall to push himself forward.
Aphrael's head snaps towards Kassima at the greenrider's voice; eyes widen
in surprise, almost as if she'd forgotten her reason for being here.
Expression hardens, but she clamps her mouth shut; a glare is sent in
Channie's direction, but she does subside, wringing her hands together.
Lysseth> WHooush, one moment there, the next not. Kemith blinks at empty
air for the second time and bugles in frustration, anger, denial. How
could she be /gone/?? The flurry of other dragon wings draws his attention
to where she's fluttered off to and with a hiss of effort he follows. Wide
spread wings fan in double-time to cut through the space that yawns
between them.
Lysseth> Tyrinth does what he must in these situations, tucking and
untucking his wings, will given under to the spell the cursed wench leaves
behind her with shrewd switchings and ridings of the wind. And for once
his size is a hindrance, slowing him in the banking that will hopefully
lead him back into the prowl. But the promise of a thaw after what seems
an eon of ice is enough to taunt him onwards, ever onwards. Where _was_
that thermal anyway? Levelling off, he again gives himself to the worship
of motion, though this time it is his own movement he devotes prayer to,
the beating of wings to try and find the gem of the winter sky.
Titus has connected.
Dragon> Flight sense that Tyrinth begins to wonder if doing poses in
notepad makes me forget how long they'll look on screen. Meep.
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth giggles at Titus, and has to wonder what
it'd be like for someone ICly staying in the GW to wake up in the middle
of all of this. ;)
Channie whirls around towards Kassima with wild eyes. Yipes, she upset
Kassi! Biting her lower lip she shuffles her feet, sniffling back with
might be emotional tears or something. Or perhaps she's just catching
someone's cold. She doesn't even look back at Aph as she tries to
apologize to Kassi with big ol' moonie eyes.
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << Good grief >>
Telgar Weyr> A'lex was wondering the same thing... someone kiss him,
quick!
Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Ok, there's the mav for the evening, go about
your business..."
Dragon> Kheveth bespoke Flight with << That would surely depend on how
they were brought up, Lysseth. Some might well join in. :) >>
Telgar Weyr> Melina laughs!
Titus has left.
Dragon> Lysseth senses that Jaralth turns his buzzing to an urgent cry,
backing the words and thoughts and images off to what he sees within the
air. Dragons everywhere. Colors brown, blue bronze, all seeking his
emerald of the sky. He images strong towards the left. Stronger in the
moonlight. Stronger in the airs above what is the glowing speck, his
desire, in the night. Urgent, urgent, singing needs that have no wonder,
no words, no thoughts other than pure raw emotions. It pushes at his
mind's heart, the way beauty sings at the winds which hold his desires.
Telgar Weyr> Alwyn blinks, "Were you clutching your pants too, A'lex?" ;)
Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Flight with << It happens, y'all. I know, I
did. >>
Lysseth> Nyth drops a shoulder and wing as he descends quickly after
Lysseth, flying more in a southwesterly direction than Lysseth as he
attempts to cross her path and so capture her that way. Winging through
sleet is no impediment to him, the heat of his body melting each bit of
ice as it slides over his hide, leaving thousands of tiny glistening paths
of water on his hide, replaced as quickly as they fade and evaporate.
Telgar Weyr> A'lex just shuts up...
Taira begins to wonder just how safe this wall at her back makes her. She
edges away from the combatants and seeks a circling, to find her way a bit
closer to the mystery. It's not so cold in here anymore, and she slumps
out of her riding jacket.
Lysseth> Lysseth would laugh again, or cry her challenge again... but her
energy must be devoted to the *important* goal now: not taunting, though
she is a rather good taunter--as good as any Frenchman. Not mirth. Escape.
That one word thrums through blood and body with an intensity that nearly
matches the other, Desire. Flinging herself towards the Star Stones at a
breakneck speed, she seems apt to let herself splat into a chartreuse
blotch on the rock to end this conflict within her--yet she does not.
Swerving sharply, she swings *around* the stones in a brush near enough to
cause old Yoxath to bugle in alarm, abandoning all pretense of play in
what has become a deadly serious game. Trusting in the wild winds of
fortune to carry her onward, whithersoever they blow, Lysseth heeds the
trumpets of glory and rises upwards, upwards again to where the concealing
clouds await.
K'ti blows noisily into her kerchief, a slobbery wet gloppy mess of goo
that can be imagined to drip through the kerchief if it could. It's one
that seems to take forever, noisily, then gets a wipe after to just make
sure. Gah.
Dragon> Flight sense that Rhonneth laughs at the peices of the previous
conversation coming out in the flight
Lysseth> Rhonneth opens his wings and beats.. HARD against the wind,
striving hard to keep up with this lovely green shooting star. His trumpet
rings from his throat again in his own verion of poetry to the one who's
beauty pales even Rukbat herself.
Kassima seems quite disappointed for a moment that she's not going to get
to slug anyone for the nonce. Her dragon's plight commandeers all of her
attention and concentration, though--she must lend what craftiness,
trickery, and guile she possesses to her racing green so that they may
remain unconquered. Sure, she's living in a dream world--but just try
telling her that.
Lysseth> Anger at the sudden shift in direction again, tints the violet
eyes slightly mauve. Nraith pulls up sharply, heedless of those who were
heading through that space first. Up and OVER the Star Stones, he follows
Lysseth once again into the velvety grey wrap which is the clouds.
Lysseth> Prefeth snaps his head around with an audible *crack*, attempting
to follow Lysseth's movement while his body continues in the same
direction, taking him longer to turn as it does. Eyes return and ..hello!
Watch out for those star stones! Wings *woosh* a bare handspan's length
from the rock as his body twists abruptly, the close shave forgotten as
his more immediate task reasserts itself. Lysseth. Upwards, and onwards he
flies.
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Sorry, puce eyes wouldn't have
worked there... >>
Lysseth> Nyth's wings crack against the noise of the sleet whistling past
his body as they flatten out, the High Reaches brown arcing into an angled
flight as he slides as easily between Telgar's Star Stones as if he often
flies in games of daring and chance involving star stones. Beyond the star
stone, Nyth wings upward, his eyes searching through the clouds for
Lysseth.
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << I love this color imagery >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth splashes mauve-argyle all over the
flight channel.
Dragon> Flight sense that Rhonneth gets out the pretty red plaid
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth fears the dread mauve-argyle! Aiyeeee!
Lysseth> Jaralth follows the green with his head, finally tucking wings
and trying for an all out push. Sadly, the cobalt doesn't notice, or
doesn't remember, or both, the starstones he's flown past so many times
before. He pulls back suddenly, a shrill bugle keeling from his throat
then pulls to the side. Just as his tail brushes the cliff's edge he
streams between and out of the flight. Only seconds pass and he emerges on
the far, and safer, side of the bowl.
Lysseth> Tyrinth again follows the tide of hope, chasing Beltaine dreams
against a sky of grey. Somewhere between the mists and his earthen visage
there is Lysseth, and that is all he can dare to think about now. Forgive
his rudeness if he ignores the watchdragon for a moment, but something
more important beckons and he pushes after it, the hot blood and lust
driving him to slant up throuth the sky, try to see where her escape will
lead.
Lysseth> Being so far behind the whole pack of males, ticked as he was by
Lysseth's glorious flying techniques, Kemith watches the green shoot
around the starstones and takes the cut around the other side. You take
the high road, and I'll take the low road. He doesn't allow himself to
slow however, he still has so much time to make up.
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << CANT....DO....PLAID.... >>
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << Spoon!! >>
K'ti coughs again and her eyes flick open, "sharden blue... s'what ye git
fer fllyin wi' me sick.." She slides shakily off the table, almost
stumbling, and places her hand directly on A'lex' head, goo from the last
sneeze and all. She staggers with her furs out the door without notice.
A'lex, amazingly, doesn't notice... he's too entranced by Kassima's
glow...
Lysseth> Jaralth drifts downward, quite slowly and tiredly. His cobalt
color seems to have faded slightly.
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Oh, yum... >>
Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Flight with << Sorry guys, gotta run. I have an rl
to do somewhere here :/ >>
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << Eww. later K'ti! >>
Lysseth> Lysseth pumps her wings, still glowing verdantly for all that
their splendor is dimming even as her strength ebbs. Her destination? The
cloud-cover, the grey mists, the concealing cloak through which she might
hope to lose more of her chasers in a final act of deception. Disappearing
into the grey depths, she levels off to fly within the blanket of
clouds... a softly glowing green shape wreathed by silver water vapor and
condensation. Will she fly up from here, or down? That is the question--
for surely she wouldn't stay where her own sight is hindered and she may
not see until too late just what those dragons behind her are up to.
Aphrael straightens slightly, a faint frown appearing as she stares after
K'ti, quickly forgotten as her involvement in the flight above reasserts
itself.
Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth snugs a K'ti!
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth snugs a K'ti. Thanks for lending...
ah... color to the flight. ;) Okie, all--what say you to doing capture
poses now? :)
Dragon> Flight sense that Jaralth bows to the lady Lysseth, << And unto
you, sky-lit emerald on wing, wish ye a lovely romance, a beautiful
moment, and perhaps a star within soul that matches the spark of your
spirit.>>
Dragon> Flight sense that Jaralth blinks as his rider K'ti is suddenly
enveloped by a lust crazed rwind riding blue. Hey, she's far from green..
yet.
Dragon> Flight sense that Tyrinth sighs, and considers turning green for a
romantic thought like that..
Lysseth> Rhonneth rumbles with frustration. Up or down? That is the
question. He chooses up, skimming though the clouds and cutting the mist
with loud whispers of beating wings. His eyes glow deep cerrulean-tinged
purple and his talons extend, to touch perchance to catch the tip of the
green's glowing tail.
Lysseth> Jaralth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl.
K'ti leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth sighs. << Jaralth... that was beautiful.
Thank you. :) >>
Dragon> Jaralth bespoke Flight with << At your pleasure, m'lady. >>
Lysseth> Prefeth arrows up through the sky, slower but no less enigmatic
for the fact that his rainbow wings flash with color, just before he
disappears into the cloud with a slight *puff*, directly behind where
Lysseth last was. Nevermind that he can barely see a handpsan in front of
him; he gamely continues - a flicker of green off to one side causing him
to change course abruptly, talons reaching for the place where he thought
he saw the green.
Dragon> Flight sense that Rhonneth bows his head to Jaralth <<A worthy
adversary, you are. I look forward to the day we meet again, noble
creature>>
Telgar Weyr> K'ti sends waves to everyone now she's done romancing the
emerald :) G'night!
Kassima doesn't quite *smirk* as one rider leaves the weyr, but it also
doesn't seem to disappoint her at all. Crossing and uncrossing her arms,
shifting weight restlessly, she seems to come back to herself enough to
eye these riders left around her with a wary sort of denial. She knows
when something is inevitable... she just doesn't like to admit it. With a
low hiss, she backs up a step until she's braced against the corner--and
there's no further, it seems, that she can go.
Lysseth> Kemith heads headlong into the curling fingers of clouds. His
light golden-brown hide seems clutched and pulled into the bank of mist as
it coils and wraps around his large form. Oh, he doesn't need sight to see
Lysseth, her glory has been burned into his very eyes upon first seeing
her upon the feeding grounds. He stretches forward with a last burst of
speed and effort, reaching towards the muted green glow with both tail and
fore-claw in hopes of fowling her flight.
Lysseth> Nraith is no fool, he follows Lysseth straight into the deep.
Casting out with his senses as well as his eyes, he tracks her as well as
can be, but in the end, is unsure as to where she will go. Backwinging
sharply, he banks upwards and then dives down, breaking out of the
cloudcover, scanning the sky for her shimmering green likes, ready to
pounce should lady luck smile on him.
Lysseth> Tyrinth knows she will falter, that she will fall eventually. But
will she rise first? It is a torment to the mind, but better to be below,
to catch her should she falter. The wind and earth's green promise need
the earth to seed themself in, and he would offer it to her, chasing the
flicking sights of green through the clouds above, yearning towards her
with neck and body as he rises up from slightly down, back, and to the
right. He can only hope that this foreign wind has guided him aright to
the place of worship. Even if she hasn't taunted.
Aphrael takes half a step forward, faltering, indecisive, and completes
the step. A another half one, and she pauses, freezing where she is, eyes
narrowed as her gaze focuses on Kassima.
Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith thinks Kassi is evil for making us pick
like that... but that's why we love her so...
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << I second both emotions on that
account >>
Tension rising, A'lex rises to his knees, eyes fixed on Kassi's.
Lysseth> Lysseth's brillant glowing can't completely wipe off all tinges
of grey in her lovely green hide as she wraps herself in the clouds, her
hide fading into the mist as she becomes part of the clouds. Even as good
as dragon sight is, who can predict what a dragon as strong-minded as
Lysseth will do? Nyth's desire to capture Lysseth, to protect her from the
buffeting winds and freezing rain drives his decision as he wings toward
her at an angle down from the left, coming down with his neck stretching
forward as he seeks to find her.
Dragon> Lysseth senses that Tyrinth is no eloquent creature, and can offer
only the low rumbling of desire for an image that dances in the
imagination, seen only through clouds, and the offer of his strength to
bear her should she tire.
Melina braces herself against the wall and slowly rises, her eyes still
far away from the weyr.
Dragon> Tyrinth bespoke Flight with << Yeah, but isn't that what she
promised, seeking the masochistic streak amongst us? >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth is a wicked, wicked wench indeed.
<< I've been accused of being Sluggo, Mr. Hand, Darth Vader's
starship.... ;) Before I make my final decision (and *believe* me, guys,
this is a tough one to make), I'd like to thank all of you for doing so
marvelously that I almost wish dragons were into seven-somes. :P ;) This
has been a fantastic flight, and you've all done beautifully! :) >>
Channie wills herself to stay put and not slink over to the greenrider.
Nope, won't do it, nope! Of course once her dragon doesn't make the catch
she seems to relaxe quite a bit. Giving her whole body a shake she sniffs
and whirls on her toe to heads for the door.
Dragon> Flight sense that Kemith gives Lysseth a bit wet dragon-smooch
and thanks for for letting him join in the fun.
Keriann's eyes' narrowing again is her only movement, even the goggles and
helmet clenched loosely in her hands having ceased their slight swinging
from her earlier motion.
Dragon> Rhonneth bespoke Flight with << It's been fun! Thank you for the
chance to chase >>
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << AWWWW shucks! Thank you! >>
Channie leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.
Dragon> Flight sense that Prefeth snugs you all, and grins. << It was a
fun flight. My first in *ahem* quite a while. >>
Dragon> Flight sense that Nyth thinks it was a funfun flight, thanks,
everyone!
Lysseth> Kemith spins out of control as he misses. Only for a moment of
course because he quickly recovers and glides down, dragon-muttering but
at least he didn't knock anyone out of the air in his poor attempt.
Lysseth> Kemith flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl.
Lysseth> Prefeth's talons grab at air, as his forward momentum carries him
out of the cloud, and out of reach to the green. A bugle of
dissappointment follows, as his speed slows, and he heads down towards the
ground.
Lysseth> It seems at first that Lysseth will rise indeed, for she angles
her wings to soar in that direction... but her wings have taken rather a
beating tonight, and though she has more stamina than a green who lacks
her size, she has not the strength to continue upwards. So, down she
falls--downwards in a loose spiral, a last-ditch attempt to somehow elude
what can't be eluded and fly forever free. Fate, however, steps in here.
No green may hope to escape what destiny has given to her to do--and the
winds, taking fate's part suddenly, push Lysseth towards that path... and
right into the path of brown Tyrinth.
Aphrael's eyes narrow, and she lets out a hiss of breath, abruptly turning
and stalking out of the weyr without a backwards glance.
Lysseth> Nyth's wings spill air and flatten completely to his back as he
drops to avoid running into the dragon pair. Once sufficiently clear, his
wings extend again, and he dives quickly toward the bowl's floor.
Aphrael leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.
Dragon> Prefeth bespoke Flight with << Congrats, Tyrinth! >>
Lysseth> Prefeth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl.
Lysseth> Nraith shreiks in anger as the green is truely where he thought,
yet just out of his grasp.
Without a sound, Keriann crosses the weyr quickly, brushing past another
rider.
Dragon> Nraith bespoke Flight with << Woo hoo! I had money on you!! >>
Keriann leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.
Dragon> Flight sense that Lysseth repeats again that you've all been
beautiful. :) I hope my next flight goes this well--taunting Frenchmen,
quoted Shakespeare, song lyrics, chartreuse splotches, and all. ;)
A'lex stands, wherry leg falling to the floor, and leaves.
A'lex leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.
Lysseth> Rhonneth makes a grab but finds nothing but fine myst. He bugles
in frustration, hearing the sound of a caught green. He spirals downward,
defeated, but only this time.
Dragon> Nyth bespoke Flight with << Congrats, Tyrinth. >>
Melina gets up and follows A'lex out.
Lysseth> Nraith flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl.
Lysseth> Nyth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl.
Lysseth> Rhonneth flies out over Telgar and disappears over the rim of the
bowl.
Melina leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl.
Lysseth> Tyrinth sees into a world of green and purples, lust and hope
finally cradling the brown in a twining of limbs. The quiet strength and
rumbling voice join with her and offer their warmth to hold her safe in
the capture that is in itself release.
Dragon> Flight sense that Tyrinth uhohs, and wonders how many marks I'll
have to come up with for ya, Naith...
Dragon> Flight sense that Nraith snickers.