Merinth's Second Flight

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IgenW-LC> Lecil says "N'ren is convinces that Merinth is going to rise and he'll wind up in bed with Tilani. This seems to have him slightly paniced, even though I've told him that I don't think she's due yet. Other than that, no."
IgenW-LC> N'ren laughs, "No, not quite, Lecil."
IgenW-LC> Irina says "She's due. And if he's so sharding worried about ending up in bed with Tilani, he can leave."

Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ)
Contents:
Obvious exits:
Bowl STairs Records Room INFirmary Kitchen Inner Caverns
N'ren says "I don't think it's apropos for an Ista Weyrleader to be here. But, Triel insisted. Hello, Tilani."
Tilani walks down the stairs.
R'lym comes in from the Bowl.
Irina says "So leave, if you're so worried."
Miritha bites her lip. "Oh, shards. I ... shards. And I came to _visit_ her."
She throws a glance at the Bowl, and stops talking as she notices Tilani. "Hiya, Tilani."
R'lym walks in slowly and looks around.
Dvora comes in from the Bowl.
Dvora climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway.
Lecil says "I've seen golds, and I've seen /golds/. She's got a day or too left. And if that's not it, N'ren, why are you pacing like a watchwere?"
Lecil says "Tilani, tell them."
Irina gives up. What does she care?
Dvora comes down the stairway.
Dvora slips into the Weyr's Records Room.
N'ren smiles, "Maybe I like it, Lecil?"
N'ren shakes his head, turns, and sips.
Lecil chuckles. "I suppose you /do/ have the run to prove it.
Irina flings her knitting into her workbag, snatches it up, and runs from the room.
Irina walks out to the Bowl.
Tilani waves to the gathering as she comes down, spirits rather bouncy,
"Hello, hello. Well, quite the collection, this evening."
Miritha glances again from rider to rider; outside, a brief rumble comes, smug-sounding, from Farlioth's direction.
R'lym sits down at the small, dark table.
IgenW-Bowl> Aninna ambles over towards the beach to the northwest.
Mitis appears from between with a soft pop of imploding air.
N'ren frowns slightly at Lecil, "Huh?"
R'lym quietly takes a seat.
Lecil waves to Tilani.
Inanna comes in from the Bowl.
Tilani says "Weyrleader. Auntie Miri! Hello... Oh, there goes Irina. Rilym!"
R'lym grins, "Ma'am!"
Miritha grins a tTilani, apparently relieved by her casualness. "Hiya, again. Came to visit - would you believe, I managed to get time early tonight?"
Lecil makes walking motions with her fingers. "Back and forth, back and forth."
Tilani crosses to the knot of people, pattering on bare feet, "Tell them what, Lecil?"
Tilani smiles to Miritha, waving to Inanna as she walks in, "That's /delightful/."
Inanna strides in, grinning laconically at the crowd. Smiling at 'lani she winks. "I manaed to convince the priss that she would be much more comfortable on a souther beach"
R'lym gets up, pours himself a glass of juice and returns to his seat.
N'ren shakes his head, if anything, looking more confused, "What, by Faranth's name, are you talking about, Lecil?"
Tilani says "Please! Sit. I'll get some wine."
Tistur appears from between with a breeze of chill air.
Miritha settles into a chair with a grin.
Tistur swoops through the opening, out into the Bowl.
Lecil rolls her eyes. "That rug? The one I put next to your desk?"
Inanna shakes her head and moves to pour herself some klah. "Rug... ah."
Dvora wanders in, curiosity driving her to find something more interesting here.
N'ren pauses to scratch his head, eyes completely blank, "Rug? I don't remember a rub."
Tilani grins and walks over to the sideboard. She reaches up to get some wineskins. Her hand is shaking, and she fumbles one or two. A giggle and a smile cover for her, and she brings them to the tables.
Lecil nods slowly. "That's because you spend to much time /pacing/ on it, silly."
Tilani says "Please, N'ren. Sit down. -- Lecil, make him sit."
Tilani says "R'lym, would you like some?"
Inanna absently helps Tilani haul wine, cups and klah.
Lecil grins at Tilani. "I'm /trying/."
Tilani says nervously to Inanna, hushed, She mutters to Inanna, "... they? They... They're..."
Inanna senses "Tilani says nervously to Inanna, hushed, "They know, don't they? They all know. They're here for Merinth.""
Miritha smiles at Tilani as she walks back; she offers out her hand. "So how are you, Tilani? Haven't seen you in months; nothing bad, I hope?"
R'lym looks at Tilani, "Some /wine/? I, uhm... I dunno..."
N'ren snorts, "I'd prefer to stand, if you don't mind." He sips again, from the galss of juice he holds.
Inanna pats Tilani surepetuously. She mutters to Tilani, "... known for her... you.... be..."
You sense Inanna pats Tilani surepetuously. "I think so, love. She is known for her beauty... as are you. All will be well."
Tilani exhales, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. A flash of pain quickly vanishes under a bright smile to Miritha. "Been good. Fall's going quite well. -- Made some new friends. New enemies. Same story."
Tilani nods to Inanna.
You whisper "Alright. Alright. Let me get a grip, here. This'll be fine." to
Inanna.
Miritha tilts her head. "Enemies, huh? Things going that well, then?"
Tilani smiles to R'lym, "Sure." She pours a glass for Miritha, and a second, handing it to the young bronzerider.
You sense Inanna squeezes your hand, her face full of love and concern
Tilani grins, and nods to Miritha, "He's just over there." -- "Ask him, if you like."
R'lym slowly takes the glass and stares at it.
Tilani looks across the cavern at Lecil and N'ren.
Miritha follows Tilani's gaze, eyebrows both quirking upwards. "How'd you manage that?"
Tilani winks to Inanna. "Thanks."
Tilani chirps brightly, "My razor tongue and sparkling wit, as per usual."
Inanna grins and snags a glass for herself. "Heya sweetling, no problem."
R'lym looks at his glass of wine but doesn't drink it.
Inanna leans casually against a table idly playing with the end of her braid.
Miritha takes a small sip of hre wine. "Oh, one of those." She nods, trying hard to look wise. After only a few seconds, the smile she's fighting slips out. "How've you been otherwise?"
Tilani pours a glass of wine for herself, and sits down next to the Fort Weyrsecond. "Yeah. One of those."
Tilani considers, "Otherwise?"
Tilani says "Otherwise things have been splendid, really. -- No worries."
Inanna quirks a grin and sardonically asks, "You've been getting enough excersize? Eating right?"
Tilani's head bobs cheerfully enough, "Yup Yup." -- "No sleep though."
Miritha chuckles at Inanna; the sound dies as she frowns a little at Tilani. "No sleep?"
R'lym looks to Tilani with concern.
Inanna's grin widens. "And the question of desire?"
Tilani wrinkles her nose and shakes her head at the same time. The glass comes to her lips. As Inanna speaks she chokes on the wine, spraying it everywhere on the floor in front of her.
N'ren mms thoughtfully, scratching his chin, as if he had a beard (which he doesn't). "Rug. Rug. I'm still blanking on it."
Inanna laughs delightedly, finally achieving her goal.
Tilani looks at Inanna, "Now /that/ was pretty."
Scyllia ambles out from the inner caverns.
Miritha tilts her head again, studying both Inanna and Tilani.
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Salith emerges from Between with a blast of cold
air!
N'ren looks out at the bowl for a moment, "Don't you dare, Kheveth."
Inanna swallows her laughter and fails to look contrite. "At least you started thinking about something else."
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Maenth wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Maenth glides down cautiously.
Tilani swears colorfully and stands. Again, composed, to Miritha, "Excuse me."
Tilani sets down her glass on the table.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Maenth bugles happily to Jesseth, racing him down.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Maenth flies carefully towards the main entrance.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jesseth returns the bugle, chasing the green.
Miritha rises as Tilani does, the wine in her own hand steady despite the motion. "You all right, Tilani?"
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jesseth flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Inanna arcs a brow, never hearing words of that ilk from 'lani's lips before.
Lecil says "about yea big. Brown. Right next to your desk."
Allis comes in from the Bowl.
Inanna looks up and smiles, "Good evening, Wingleader."
Lecil wavies to Allis.
IgenW-Bowl> Tistur walks over from the field to the southeast.
Allis comes vaulting into the cavern, giggling wildly. She comes to a skidding halt, grinning. "And a good evening to you all."
IgenW-Bowl> Zienth springs into the air of the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zienth wings up from the Center of the Bowl.
Miritha nods at Allis, eyes still concerned as they rest on Tilani's face.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zienth lands just below you in the Center of the
Igen Weyr Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Zienth backwings to land neatly.
Dysira comes in from the Bowl.
Inanna chuckles and repeats, "Good evening, Wingleader."
IgenW-Bowl> Zienth extends a foreleg so A'lon can climb down.
IgenW-Bowl> A'lon climbs down from Zienth's neck.
IgenW-Bowl> Aninna comes over from the beach.
IgenW-Bowl> Tistur hears a call from A'lon and pops between.
IgenW-Bowl> Tistur arrives out of between and glides down to A'lon.
IgenW-Bowl> Aninna heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
Tilani says "Yeah."
IgenW-Bowl> Tistur flies over to A'lon and lands on his shoulder.
Aninna comes in from the Bowl.
Tilani pauses for a moment.
IgenW-Bowl> A'lon heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
Allis grins. "Evenin." She heads over to peck Til on the cheek. "Heya."
Tilani says "Yeah. I'm fine. Wine up my nose."
Inanna motions Ani over.
Miritha nods, slowly, sitting back down as she does. "All right."
R'lym takes a careful, tentative sip of his wine.
A'lon comes in from the Bowl.
Lecil watches N'ren carefully, waiting for any sign of remembrance.
Aninna walks in, looking a bit tense and distracted. She moves gracefully toward her twin, nodding to those she passes.
Dysira smiles a greeting to Inanna, nodding and heads to the hearth to grab a glass of wine, poking Allis, idly, on the way.
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Salith furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Salith glides down lower into the Bowl.
A'lon says "Hello Miritha! I saw Farli and was hoping to run into you."
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Salith wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Salith glides down cautiously.
Inanna giggles at Tilani and mutters "...hate it when that happens...."
Allis grins at Dys. "Can still whip your butt, Dys."
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Salith flies carefully towards the main entrance.
T'nnar comes in from the Bowl.
Dysira ignores the quip, gracefully.
Lecil looks around. "/Everyone/ is here, it seems.
T'nnar smiles, and waves. "Hello, everyone. Is Shandra or J'rell here?"
Inanna leans toward Ani and points at the WL's. "Thought we were bad...?"
Lecil says "everyone but them. No, I haven't seen either of them today."
Miritha chuckles, head turning away from Tilani to give A'lon a greeting smile. "Hello, A'lon."
Allis smiles, heading over to plunk down next to Lecil.
Aninna grins, and shrugs, murmuring a comment.
Tilani shakes her head for a moment, clearing it. "Oh my. Hot. -- Allis! Hi."
R'lym puts the glass of wine down quickly and nods to A'lon. "Hallo."
Inanna tosses in, "I saw J'rell earlier today."
Allis grins. "Heya Til, you beautiful creature you."
Tilani says "Dysira! Aninna. Wow..."
Tilani waves to A'lon.
A'lon says "Hello R'lym. How are you doing?"
Tilani says "Okay, where was I?"
A'lon smiles and nods to Tilani.
Tilani says "Oh, right."
R'lym bites his lip and nods to A'lon, "Okay... I think. You?"
Tilani says "Bitrans carved from rat intestines. Where's that rag?"
Aninna chuckles, and asks Ina a discreet question.
T'nnar nods to Inanna. "Is he around? P'tran sent me to for him." He looks
Tilani strangely.
A'lon shrugs "Doing pretty well. Zienth's been driving me up a wall, but there's nothing unusual about that." :)
Lecil blinks and swivels towards Tilani. "Birtan's carved from /what/?"
R'lym chuckles, "Uh-huh.."
Miritha gives Tilani a startled look. Then, her eyes dart back to the Bowl entrance.
N'ren hrms thoughtfully, "I still don't remember it. I'll have to look later.
Dvora walks out to the Bowl.
Lecil pokes N'ren affectionatly. "You'd better."
IgenW-Bowl> Dvora walks over from the field to the southeast.
IgenW-Bowl> Janelle appears in a swirling mist of sky-blue sparkles.
IgenW-Bowl> Dvora says "Hello."
Tilani looks at Allis, pointing to Inanna, "Desire made me do it."
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Devith emerges from Between with a blast of cold
air!
N'ren smiles at Allis and Dysira, sipping from his juice once more.
IgenW-Bowl> Dvora ambles over towards the beach to the northwest.
Inanna smiles at 'lani. "Your nose..."
Aninna smirks at Ina, then giggles, misinterpreting the remark, "Oh my!"
Tilani blinks and looks at T'nnar, "Who's that?"
IgenW-Bowl> Dwane walks over from the field to the southeast.
Allis ehs?
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Devith furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Devith glides down lower into the Bowl.
because he's at work, and has to do work like things on occasion.
R'lym pushes his glass of wine away and looks around the room more.
T'nnar looks back at Tilani, "I'm T'nnar." He looks at her worriedly. Then he frowns. "Salith?!"
Miritha confirms, dryly, "Yes, Salith." Her eyes go back to Tilani's, as she begins to bite her lip lightly.
Tilani says "Yes yes. I /know/ that. Who are you looking for?"
Inanna grins and nods to 'lani. "I'm sure..."
Kyleri comes in from the Bowl.
Irina comes in from the Bowl.
G'lin comes in from the Bowl.
Kyleri waves to everyone.
R'lym waves distractedly.
Inanna leans close to chat with her sister, She mutters to Aninna, "She... be... be... are making... light."
Allis looks at Tilani quizzically for a moment and then shakes her head, turning to smile at Lecil, Dys and N'ren. "Hot time in the ole' weyr this eening, I'd just bet."
T'nnar replies to Tilani, flatly, "Shandra or J'rell. P'tran wanted me to ask for permission to Search on Igen's terithory." He looks outside in teh bowl. "No, not again?"
Tilani looks as more riders shuffle into the bowl. She turns to the Oasis riders, "Hey, help me with this, would you?" -- "Hello, G'lin."
Kyleri pours herself a glass of juice and finds a seat somewhere.
G'lin strides in and looks around the crowded cavern. He smiles at those he knows as he shrugs out of his flying jacket and pulls off his helmet, smoothing his matted hair with a hand.
R'lym quickly downs his glass of juice.
Torin meanders into the room.
Lecil looks around, then peers suspiciously at Tilani.
Tilani makes wild gestures with her arms at T'nnar. "How in Faranth's name would /I/ know?"
A'lon smiles knowingly.
Aninna smiles at her twin, and says, "Of course" -- "Sure Tilani - we'
N'ren mutters, "Shards and shells."
Torin steps in, gives everyone a curt nod, and heads straight for the klah.
Inanna blinks and looks up, moving toward 'lani. "Sure.. with what?"
Allis watches the twins go to help Tilani and sits back.
Tilani says "Wine. Women. Song. Whatever. This mess."
R'lym looks at N'ren, "What?"
Lecil says "Tilani, that dragon of yours isn't going to make a fool of me, is she?"
Miritha rises again, this time putting down her wine; her voice is slightly strangled. "Perhaps we should ..." She trails off, looking at Tilani again.
T'nnar turns to Lecil and nods. Then backs at Tilani, "You wouldn't." He sits, not too close, but at the same table.
G'lin hastily salutes N'ren and grins at Allis. "Shards, it's been... ages."
Inanna scowls momentarily at something then carefully slips a neutral expression on her face.
Dysira drops to a seat, sipping her wine, and watches with mild curiousity the odd activity in the cavern. She turns and talks idly with Allis.
R'lan comes in from the Bowl.
N'ren mutters some more. "Can't stop him now."
Inanna laughs. "We are the women.. - She turns to address The Crowd in general
- Who would like some wine?"
R'lym nearly bites into his lip.
Torin mutters to Kyleri, "... to rise? I'm... of having... stomp me."
Lecil sighs and smiles apologetically at N'ren. "Oops." she says sheepishly.
A'lon says "Some wine sounds good to me, Inanna. Thank you."
Miritha finishes, "Maybe we should go outside."
Allis grins, waving to G'lin while he's still coherent.
N'ren glares at Lecil for a moment, and comments, "I'd like some."
Kyleri mutters to Torin, "Soon, by the... things. Been... recently?"
Inanna pokes her sister, "Start warbling, songbird.
Tilani looks at Lecil. "Huh?" -- "Why, you planning something I don't know about?"
Aninna circulates among the crowd, managing to be reassuring and gracious,
pouring wine or juice, trying to get folks settled, as much as can be expected.
Allis stands, grabbing a skin. "Jolly idea." she says in Miritha's direction.
Lecil pats N'ren's arm, but doesn't say anything.
Inanna pours a glass and slides through the crowd to deliver A'lon's wine.
Torin mutters to Kyleri, "... try to... Bowl.... the... of this gold... who hates me..."
A'lon accepts a glass of wine from Inanna "Thank you"
Irina rolls her eyes. "Oh, *no*..."
Tilani looks at Allis.
R'lym clutches the table hard.
Allis pulls Dys up, and heads for the door. "come on."
A'lon glanxces uotside
Kyleri mutters to Torin, "... you, believe... be... enough..."
Dysira nearly spills the wine she has as Lis pulls, "hey!"... "ok ok. i'm coming. sheesh."
Tilani goes back to her seat, and takes up her glass of wine. Solitary. "Check his weyr, Weyrsecond."
Inanna quizically glances toward the bowl as her wingleader dashes for the exit.
Allis walks out to the Bowl.
Miritha looks outside, eyes tightening a little, and nods towards it. Her voice is low. "Tilani?"
Tilani looks up, "Yeah?"
Dysira walks out to the Bowl.
Irina drops quickly into a chair and folds up her legs, her eyes unfocusing as she devotes her entire attention to trying to control Ildranth.
A'lon takes a large swallow of the wine.
Torin nods at Kyleri and looks much relieved.
N'ren looks over at Tilani, hesitating with glass. "Kheveth just went to the
Feeding Grounds. Damn you, Lecil." He turns and looks out to the bowl, as
if trying to conjure the medium-sized brown's form before him.
Irina says with calm neutrality, "So did Ildranth."
Miritha says, softly, "You might want to go outside, maybe. I've been told sight helps."
Scyllia keeps to the background, eyeing everyone nervously.
Aninna leaves a glass in front of Irina, and hands another to be dashed down by a departing bronzerider.
Lecil sighs and pats N'ren arm again.
A'lon finishes his wine in one swallow.
Inanna's glass slips from nervous fingers, her mouth a tiny mew of concentration, her eyes unfocused.
G'lin eyes N'ren for a moment, then glances fleetingly at Tilani.
A'lon says "I think Miritha has a good idea."
R'lan lingers at the entrance, scowling thoughtfully..
Aninna catches Inanna's glass before it falls, and hisses something urgently.
Irina picks up the glass placed in front of her and drains it without a breath to steel her nerves.
G'lin breezes by Aninna and takes a glass from her with a perfunctory smile.
Aninna nods to G'lin, aware that she's not really being seen right now.
Kyleri closes her eyes momentarily, frowning to herself, then sighs and stands.
A'lon heads for the bowl, quickly.
Inanna clutches Ani's hands and whispers, frantically in her ear.
Inanna walks out to the Bowl.
A'lon walks out to the Bowl.
Tilani nods and swallows.
Miritha offers her hand to Tilani.
T'nnar looks at Tilani worriedly.
R'lym mutters somethin to himself and hugs the table fiercely.
Tilani takes the hand and rises.
Torin wonders why the riders are suddenly leaving for the bowl and strides after them to find out.
Torin walks out to the Bowl.
Kyleri gives Torin an apologetic look, and hurries out towards the bowl.
Kyleri walks out to the Bowl.
Merinth> You leap off of Merinth's ledge with a powerful downbeat of your
wings.

Merinth> Over the Ground in the Igen Weyr Bowl(#769RLae)
Merinth> Contents:
Merinth> Salith
Merinth> Obvious exits:
Merinth> Hatching Grounds Weyrs Up
Merinth> Salith swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
Tilani startles, and her legs shake a bit beneath her.
Scyllia glances about herself, wringing her hands.
Irina forces herself to look calm.
Tilani lets out a shuddering breath, puts her hands on her skirts, brushes them once, and strides out.
You walk out into the Bowl.

Field outside the Main Entrance
Contents:
Obvious exits:
INFirmary Main Entrance Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds North
Miritha walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC> Miritha walks out to the Bowl.
You walk over towards the center of the bowl.

Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl(#802RJe)
Contents:
Obvious exits:
LakeShore Main Entrance Northeast Field Feeding Grounds
Darci delightedly exchanges hugs and greetings with her old friend.
IgenW-LC> Lecil sighs and turns to a drudge, talking quietly. The drudge nods
and hurries off.
Miritha walks over from the field to the southeast.
Just overhead, Merinth's wings slice through the air, outspread. Agonizingly long downbeats. The sweep air along her lithe frame. The heat of the sun, sinking in a firey red ball over the lip of the Weyr. A yearning running through her veins demands her to quench her thirst with blood.
IgenW-LC> R'lym reluctantly gets up and heads to the bowl.
IgenW-LC> G'lin heads outside, his expression unreadable.
IgenW-LC> G'lin walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> R'lym stands and leaves the small, dark table.
IgenW-LC> R'lym walks out to the Bowl.
G'lin walks over from the field to the southeast.
IgenW-LC> Aninna looks at the diminishing crowd, and holds up another skin,
"Anyone else, before I head out?"
R'lym walks over from the field to the southeast.
IgenW-LC> Lecil removes her hand from N'ren's arm.
At the feeding grounds, Salith comes upon the grounds, roaring, his wings fluttering in fury. He quiecky picks a beast and slashes over it, opening a gash in its back, red liquid blazing in the air.
Miritha walks beside Tilani, looking up at the sky with a resigned look.
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth flings aside the carcass when he has finished with it, and glides to the other side, amid the panicked beasts, to snatch out another one, landing on it and snapping its spine as he snatches it up.
IgenW-LC> Irina walks out to the Bowl.
D'nar smiles to himself and plops down, his hand snaking into his pocket and pulling out a cookie.
IgenW-LC> R'lan remains at the entrance, watching the others pass by..
IgenW-LC> T'nnar looks at Aninna and shakes his head. "He's blooding, too." He
murmurs.
IgenW-LC> T'nnar walks out to the Bowl.
Irina walks over from the field to the southeast.
IgenW-LC> Aninna murmurs, "Of course. They all are."
T'nnar walks over from the field to the southeast.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth tosses aside his drained herdbeast as he
catches sight of Merinth
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth spreads his wings and bugles, loosening his
hold on the herdbeast as he does. The herdbeast's blood drips, uncaught,
down his jaw.
IgenW-LC> N'ren walks out to the Bowl.
Dysira finds a comfortable position, inviting Darci to sit with them, and
leans back, delighted.
IgenW-LC> Lecil walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> Aninna gasps, "Oh shards!" and takes off at a run.
Lecil walks over from the field to the southeast.
IgenW-LC> Aninna walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> Scyllia walks out to the Bowl.
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth raises his head up, the beast caught in his jaws as he drains it, hurling it aside at the first sight of Merinth.
Aninna walks over from the field to the southeast.
IgenW-LC> R'lan walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> F'gon limps through.
IgenW-LC> F'gon walks out to the Bowl.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth revels in the lifeblood of the herdbeast he just captured, drinking it quickly and effectively.
Allis leans back on Dys, watching the crowd and keeping her eye alternately on
the blooding dragons and Tilani.
Scyllia walks over from the field to the southeast.
F'gon walks over from the field to the southeast.
Kyleri looks around, frowning to herself a bit, the catches sight of Allis and
moves to sit next to her.
F'gon limps over, using his walking stick, his eyes slightly glazed...
Just overhead, Hollerith trails water behind, taking to the air.
Aninna runs to her twin, and looks at her, half panicked, whispering something
to her.
Allis smiles at Kyl, moving a bit over.
Lecil heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.
At the feeding grounds, Devith surveys the herd for a moment, then springs
into the air and snatches a medium-sized herdbeast in his talons, setting
it down in a likely spot. Its anguished bleating is abruptly silenced when
Devith tears into its throat.
At the feeding grounds, Salith bites into the flesh of the body on the ground,
crunching the bones, and vutting the moaning of the animal. He starts
sucking, greed in his eyes.
Just overhead, Hollerith lands just below you in the Center of the Igen Weyr
Bowl.
Hollerith backwings to land neatly.
At the feeding grounds, Kheveth tosses aside the herdbeast, and doesn't notice
it bouncing off the lowered head of some other bronze. He rears to his hind
legs, then leaps into the air, abandoning his flight to crush a panicked
wherry under his weight.
Miritha remains near Tilani, only a step or two away, eyes mostly on Farlioth.
N'ren walks over from the field to the southeast.
Miran perches on Hanneth's forearm as the green watches with intense interest.
Lecil walks over from the field to the southeast.
Dysira shifts a little so she and Allis are both comfortable,a nd then steals
her wineskin for a sip.
Kyleri smiles slightly to Allis, and Dysira, settling a bit closer to them.
Hollerith springs into the air of the Bowl.
Just overhead, Hollerith wings up from the Center of the Bowl.
Tilani surveys the group, quiet. Eyes on Meirnth.
Inanna grasps her sister with a fingers curled to talons, her eyes dark with
worry, her face a mask of fury.
Just overhead, Merinth tilts her wings by minute adjustments. Her body
ripples. Whim and wind alter her course as she slowly begins to circle the
pens from above. A low note of challenge -- not bright, but fierce -- echos
through bowl, bone and blood.
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth tosses aside the still-twitching form of a
wherry, nearly snagging another with a quick lunge of his jaws, he bowls it
over, and quickly dispatches it, reaching with his talons, instead.
A'lon glances at R'lym, then murmur's something to Darci.
Just overhead, Hollerith bugles at Merinth as he leaps down to the feeding
grounds...
Taltossits back and relaxes
Thakar hovers near Miran, a familliar face, watching the dragons in facination.
Just overhead, Hollerith swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
G'lin stands by himself, his features taut.
F'gon tenses...
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth settles into the dust, crouching silently,
testing his wings and licking his red-stained muzzle as he waits.
A'lon then give his undivided attention back to Zienth.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith leaps upon a herdbeats and quickly snaps its
neck with his deft hindclaws....and slowly brings it up to his maw to
drink...
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth ROARS as a herdbeast hits him and LEAPS into
the air almost angrilly, quickly dispatching two heardbeasts before
settling down agoing to blood them.
Inanna nods and inhales very deeply, lots.
Dysira looks up at Merinth's challenge, motionless a moment gazing at her.
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth leaps for another herdbeast, the weight of
his strike snapping its back and tumbling it to the ground without using
the claws at all. He settles, again, already-dripping jaws closing in the
throat.
N'ren crosses his arms across his chest, as much to hide the shivering of them
as anything else. He watches his dragon, wearing a perfect dragonpoker face.
At the feeding grounds, Devith drinks deeply of the herdbeast's blood, his
muzzle rust rather than bronze at the bloodied end. His eyes whirl with a
fierce speed.
Irina sits down on the ground and curls into the tightest little bundle of
arms and legs she can.
Miran pats Hanneth's other foreleg. "Seat, Thakar?"
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith flings the empty carcass aside, but does not
bugle...he does not make a sound...and leaps upon another, this time
disembowling it...noticeably resisting the entrails and instead lapping up
the gushing blood.
Just overhead, An enormous shadow, stretched laguidly against the smoothworn
sandstone by the dusklight, drifts downward in a gentle glide, intentional.
Merinth makes them wait, ignoring their intrusion. Relentless.
Aninna nods, sharply, and takes her twin's other hand. Her eyes turn inward,
and the two breath slowly, in unison, apparently concentrating on something
.... something else.
R'lym has a stern look of concentration on his face as he watches Zyrieth.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth takes a long, wing-aided jump at a herdbeast,
breaking it's back as he comes down on it.
At the feeding grounds, Salith slashes with his tail, chopping the legs under
a beast running near him. The crunching sounds is lost in the loud cry of
the injured buck. Salith edges closer, sinks his fangs into the body and
starts a noisy draining.
Darci nods her head to A'lon, glancing in R'lym's direction also.
Thakar chuckles at Miran. "Thanks." He takes the proffered foreleg.
Lecil finds a clump of greenriders to stand and watch from.
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth watches the skies, waiting with infinite,
silent patience.
Allis waves Lecil over, making room for her with a smile.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith leaps on a third, this time almost ripping
it nearly in two...he holds the head in his maw for a moment, and then lets
it go and just digs in for some blood...more blood...
D'nar waves over to Drarci, his other hand stuffing a cookie into his mouth.
T'nnar looks at his lifemate, shaking his head. Trying to focus for as long as
he can.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth rips apart the two herdbeasts in his talons
drinking some of the blood but spraying much of it over the surrounding
dragons and ground.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth rips at the herdbeast's throat, making a
general mess of it.
Miran blinks, and smiles. "D'nar!"
R'lym swallows, his lips pursed in concentration, noticing nothing but the
scene in the feeding grounds.
Darci rubs her hands together, nodding her head in D'nar's direction also, as
much of a greeting as she can manage from this distance.
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth releases this herdbeast. Lightly fortified,
he paces away from the two drained forms, crouching and cleaning his muzzle
with flicks of his tongue. Slowly, the blood disappears, the stain on his
muzzle transforming into the glow of violet-tinged eyes.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith is panting with anticipation...and throws
the last beast to the ground, entrails still dripping from his talons...he
reaches down and plants both feet firmly in the ground and stretches his
wings open...looking at only one thing...the gold...and waits...his muscles
rippling in readiness.
Taltos look impatient for things to begin
At the feeding grounds, Salith rips into another beast, with his talons this
time, raking a loooong gash in its side, rendering its intestines on the
ground. He dips his mouth into the mess and drains the remanining blood
from it.
D'nar grins and waves over to Miran then lays back and yawns. His eyes begin
to close.
F'gon shivers and just stands there...watching Hollerith...
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth flexes his wings and crouches, waiting,
building up his singleminded drive and energy.
At the feeding grounds, Kheveth, after draining the crushed wherry of its hot,
steaming lifeblood, moves aside, head snaking out to catch another fleeing
herdbeast. No contest. The heardbeasts back cracks with an awful *SNAP* as
Kheveth shakes it viciously.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth withdraws his dripping muzzle from the
heardbeast and looks upward at Marinth.
At the feeding grounds, Devith tosses aside the drained carcass and raises his
head to peruse the flock of wherries scurrying too and fro. His gaze
settles on a particularly large buck upon which he pounces immediately,
snapping its neck with an audible crack.
Thakar flinches slightly, eyeing the dragon's ferocity with a wide-eyed wonder.
At the feeding grounds, Kheveth drains this creature of its blood as well, and
tosses it in the opposite direction. Settling back on his haunches, he
waits, watching the Golden Queen, silent.
A'lon stands staring at Zienth.
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth steps over a recently killed herdbeast. His
eyes whirl furiously as he gazes towards Merinth. His wings half-extended..
Torin watches the dragons with a look of utter fascination on his face.
Scyllia fidgets slightly, her breath caught by the dragons.
Irina wraps her arms tightly around her legs.
Dvora shudders in combined revulsion and fascination at the gory spectacle...
Masao moves cloes to Aphrodite
Just overhead, Merinth's golden nostrils flare a heated crimson as the cupric
blood-stink reaches her. Clashing violently with this scarlet bite, rises
the scents of the browns, bronzes. Desire. Arrousal. She snarls, scattering
them.
Tilani's own nostrils flare. She surveys those crowding around her, eyes
fierce, only to have her gaze wrenched, refoccussed upon her weyrmate. Glow
pulsating.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth tosses the two herdbeasts aside in different
directions and seein Merinth, BUGLES! and stretches his wings violently,
maw covered in the blood of four herdbeasts.
Torin eyes Tilani a bit nervously, and slowly edges slightly further from her.
T'nnar looks at his lifemate, sighing. He looks distant, as if watching
something he got all too used to.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith looks up, silently...just waiting,
crouched...
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith just sits there, looking up...his eyes
whirling a rapid violet...
A'lon starts edging towards Tilani
R'lym notices nothing happening around him, staring at the feeding grounds.
Miritha remains by Tilani, those two steps away, eyes moving between gold,
goldrider, and her own brown.
Darci tries to settle comfortably next to Dysira, her eyes glancing back and
forth from the feeding grounds to the riders around her.
At the feeding grounds, Devith raises his bloodied muzzle to gaze at Merinth
with unbridled intensity.
Dysira's eyes narrow as they take in the queen. A quick glance to Tilani and
she returns to watching Merinth. "She's caught it. Here she comes."
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth raises his head, whirling eyes fixed upon the
gold.
Miran rests her chin on her knees, becoming drawn in with the spectacle and
the emotions swirling around her.
Melata settles more comfortably, as alway, facsinated, yet repelled, by the
blood and violence.
Just overhead, Merinth, finding some simple satisfaction in their responses,
turns on a wingtip down over the pen. A low swift pass ignores those who
would have her. Dismissive. To the beasts in pen she gives only slightly
more attention, and this only to toy. Revel. Tease.
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth cleans off one forepaw, deliberately,
warbling a counterpoint under the sounds of the other males.
Tilani licks her dry lips.
Lecil watches the dragons, glances to Tilani, glances to N'ren, sighs, and
goes back to watching the dragons.
At the feeding grounds, Kheveth just sits. Watching. Waiting. Eyes whirl,
tense with need and desire.
Allis nods slowly, leaning against Dys as she watches Merinth drop into the
pen. She glances quickly at Tilani and then back to the dragons.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth bugles up to Merinth
At the feeding grounds, Salith snarls, then bugles his challenge, as the gold
shows her glowing body. He greets her by dispatching another buck with a
slash of his talons, and, not taking his ewes from teh gold, dips his fangs
into the flesh.
Miritha's right hand closes into her pale cloak as she watches Merinth's
overflight.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth furls and unfulrs his wings and roars at
Merinth in intensive anticipation.
G'lin chews on his lower lip, his hands half-clenched as he gazes at the
dragons in the dim distance.
N'ren continues to show absolutely no reaction to the the incidents around
him, his arms crossed, his eyes focused solely on a certain brown form in
the feeding grounds.
Thakar shivers slightly, staring at the dragons in awe.
Dysira wraps an arma arund Lis absently. she watches, faint smile growing as
she shakes her head in admiration of the display.
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth watches the queen quietly and intently for a
long moment. A nearby bronze suddenly seems to catch his attention and he
turns his head swiftly and hisses angrily, no reason apparant. That done,
he looks back to Merinth.
Miritha isn't a good enough perch for Merall any more, so she flits off her
shoulder to land nearby.
Kyleri shifts a bit, nervously, glancing towards the living caverns, then back.
Aninna continues to watch intently, and to breath with unnatural evenness as
she watches the sight before her. Her mood is affected, nevertheless.
Miritha does not even notice her sudden abandonment by her firelizard.
Junoesque strides in from the training field to the northeast.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth rumbles back at Tsanth, keeping most of his
attention on Merinth
Junoesque gasps at all the people.
Just overhead, Merinth swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth rumbles almost inaudibly, intent and focused
on one thing now, and one thing only.
Rantaar walks over from the field to the southeast.
Inanna sways slightly, almost trancelike, her flushed cheeks and breathing the
only sign of her emotions.
At the feeding grounds, One swipe. Quick. A gold-taloned claw flashes and the
beast is down before his last mournful bellow can escape his throat.
Entrils spill across the sandy grounds in a putrid mass. Merinth lowers her
head to feast.
A'lon's eyes flicker to Tilani for a moment, then back to the dragons.
Tilani shakes her head, slight. Lips crack for one quiet command, "No."
Rantaar strolls over, looking around the crowd slowly.
Dysira nods... silenlty, and glances back at Tilani. Her eyes flicker at
something else and she nudges Allis.
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth's warble rises in volume just a little,
before dying away into silence as he watches. Wings furl against his side;
his head snakes back and forth, slowly, over his abandoned herdbeasts.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth turns his head left and right, roaring
defiantly at the other dragons then leaps up to snag one last small
herdbeast that was unlucky enoguh to be too close. As he settles back down
his whirling eyes are on Merinth.
Allis looks around. "What is it, you need the skin?" she says, holding it out
to Dys.
At the feeding grounds, Salith trumpets to the gold again, then looks aside
for his next kill. He looks mostly in Merinth's direction, trying to edge
closer. A short flight in the air. Chop! The beast sent rolling on teh
ground. He starts draining its blood, his eyes whirling... Starting to show
passion and rage.
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth shifts his weight from leg to leg, restlessly..
At the feeding grounds, Devith's attention migrates from Merinth to the flock,
drawn by an insistent hunger. He leaps nimbly into the air and descends
upon the closest wherry, scattering feathers as his jaws rend its flesh to
reach the warm blood within. A luiminescent eye admires Merinth
intermittently.
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth rests, still, tense, waiting.
Dysira shakes her head, pointing through the crowd.
Taltos puts his marks on Zyrieth
At the feeding grounds, Zienth watches Merinth intently.
Valenth swoops down and lands, just long enough for his rider to dismount.
Barely.
J'cot removes the riding straps and carefully jumps down from Valenth's neck.
R'lym shakes his own head back and forth slightly, mimicking Zyrieth's
movement on the feeding grounds.
Allis follows Dys' finger and smiles, waving Rantaar over. "'Taar, over here!"
At the feeding grounds, Merinth does not lift her head, but her attention
shifts. Red-violet jewels fix this tiny woman with their enraged --
enflamed -- piercing stare. She growls, furious.
Valenth heads to the fence into the corral.
At the feeding grounds, Valenth hops over the northeastern part of the fence.
Allis grins at Dys. "He was stranded on a ledge, I just had Maenth go up and
pick him up."
G'lin acknowledges J'cot's arrival with a barely perceptible nod.
Tilani meets the dragon's stare with her own firm determination. A low
sentence, whispered, soon becomes unspoken. Tendons in her neck press
outwardly aginst sun-bronzed skin. A sheen of sweat.
N'ren doesn't look at J'cot, just watches the brown form in the feeding
grounds, ready, waiting, prepared.
Lecil watches Tilani, then murmers to herself. "She's done this before...she's
dones this before..."
Dysira grins slightly, her attention divided between Merinth and greeting Taar.
Rantaar notices Allis and Dysira, weaving through the crowd to sit with them.
He glances over at Tilani, watching her.
Kyleri's gaze turns to Tilani, watching.
Scyllia sits down on the sand, and tucks her legs close, embracing them with
her arms meekly.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith just watches, his eyes
whirling...silent....so deadly silent...as he watches the gold move with
his large violet eyes....
At the feeding grounds, Valenth glides across the bowl, over the fence
guarding the animal pens, then swoops down over a herdbeast and quickly
dispatches it.
Thakar glances worreidly at Tilani, apparently the gold's rider.
T'nnar looks at Tilani, sighing softly. His eyes take somewhat distant look,
and his brow starts shining with slowly emerging sweat
Junoesque sits away from the crowd, watching quietly.
At the feeding grounds, Again, the complex riot of smells sends its barrage
over the field. Bloodied kill to still her hunger. Carnal musk to drown her
desire. The latter she ignores, eyes fierce on the weyrwoman. A moment
stretches with the shadows, and finally it is Merinth who relents. Ravaging
the beast's throat with unrepressed fury, she turns, lowers and drinks.
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth bugles angrily and another arriving bronze,
spreading his wings further in an attempt to claim more space for himself.
He refocuses his attention on Merinth..
Tilani continues to stare at the queen. Red hair flashes and snaps in in the
desert breeze. Of this -- and all else, save Merinth -- is she oblivious.
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth simply waits.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth glances at a panicked herdbeast as it runs by,
and makes a halfhearted swat at it, but doesn't really take his attention
off of Merinth.
N'ren shakes his head sadly, the only movement from him in what has to be 10
minutes, with the exception of his long, deep breaths.
Miritha reaches for the cloak at her throat, snapping it off and around and
over one arm Thus relieved, she stands still again. Something encouraging
floats, barely voiced, through the air between her and Tilani.
At the feeding grounds, Salith narrows his eyes, his complex eyelids giving
his gaze intensity... Violet intensity, blood enraged lust.
F'gon just stands there...not looking at anything anymore...as if he were
seeing out another set of eyes...
At the feeding grounds, Devith pokes at the gory mess that used to be a wherry
with his muzzle, apparently having drunk his fill. He admires Merinth as
she feasts nearby, his wings half-extended, body tense, poised for motion.
J'cot moves towards the weyrwoman slowly, half watching his dragon, half
watching where he's walking.
At the feeding grounds, Merinth discards the mass, bloodless, with a
dismissive toss of her head. She wheels, with flared wings. A lightning
quick reach downs a wherry. Drawn, she sinks towards it. A pause, flinch,
and she bloods.
A'lon nods slowly at his dragon.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth roars in excitement as Merinth drinks not
acknowledging or challengin the new arrival but concentrating on the
blooding Gold!
F'gon's walking stick falls from his hand, and he stands tehre leaning on his
good leg...not even noticing...
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth unfurls his wings, the low warble starting up
again as Merinth follows the familiar pattern.
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth tests his wings silently.
Janelle murmurs to Dysiraand Allis as she watches J'cot.
Dysira soon settles back to watchin only, and concentrates on Tilani, eyes
dark, and appraising. She nods slowly, a teasing smile curling her lips,
thoughtful. She leans in to talk quietly with Allis.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth crouches a bit, wings twiching in anticipation
as Merinth makes yet another kill. A loud rumbliing rising to a roar as
time passes.
Taltos stands ready to catch F'gon should he fall
Roltan walks over to sit near his Weyrwoman.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth rears up and spreads his bronze wings, as if to
display them for the blooding gold.
Tilani turns, briefly, eyes momentarily wrenched from the pens. To her
friends. To Rantaar standing with Allis and Dysira. A brief flash of
recognition, and she is away. With Merinth.
Kyleri hmmm's quietly to herself..."Allis, could I have a shot at that 'skin?"
T'nnar winces at the sound from his lifemate.
G'lin brushes his forehead with a tunic sleeve, although the spring evening is
not particularly hot.
At the feeding grounds, After a long moment, activity shrouded by golden
wingsails, a lifeless corpse flies its last with the toss of Merinth's
claw. She whirls, poses and wings flare out. Muscles ripple and then tense.
She looks skyward.
At the feeding grounds, Valenth crouches low over his kill, wings spread
warily. He dips his muzzle to the dead beast and rips its throat out, then
eagerly laps up the spilling blood with his tongue.
Rantaar smiles back quietly and then turns his eyes to the pens, watching.
At the feeding grounds, Merinth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Ildranth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Salith leaps into the air!
A'lon starts to spread his arms, but suddenly blinks, shakes his head and
lowers them to his sides.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith launches into the sky, suddenly propelled by
a massive sweep of his brown wings...and flies after...trying to catch the
same thermal as the gold...silent. Not bugling as the others
do...just...intent...
At the feeding grounds, Kheveth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Devith crouches low, spreading his great bronze wings
to their fullest, and springs easily into the air.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Valenth leaps into the air!
Just overhead, Merinth rises quickly on powerful downbeats, and spins. Her
now-bloodied muzzle opens to let a demanding roar. Wait! Down to the pens
she drops.
At the feeding grounds, Devith leaps into the air!
Just overhead, Salith beats his wings powerfully.
Midway up in the Bowl, Salith swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Just overhead, Merinth swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
Just overhead, Ildranth rises up after Merinth instantly, falling at once to
the back of the pack, determined to save his energy until it matters.
At the feeding grounds, Zienth leaps into the air!
Tilani reels briefly. Her hands clench, taunt.
R'lym stand still, his eyes on Zyrieth occasionally shifting to see Merinth
and, once, TIlani, his face contorted in concetration.
At the feeding grounds, Merinth chooses for the third time with the crunch of
bones breaking under her weight as she lands. Urgent, quick death preceeds
a faster blooding -- still thwarted from the feast she yearns.
F'gon shivers....
Kyleri looks up, away from Allis, to watch the dragons.
Midway up in the Bowl, Salith wings lower into the Bowl.
Just overhead, Salith glides down cautiously.
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth sweeps downwards with the newly-unfurled
wings, legs straightening out of the crouch to combine into a leap that
carries him high into the air.
At the feeding grounds, Farlioth leaps into the air!
Just overhead, Tsanth bursts upwards, his wings beating furiously...and he
passes the gold. Confused, he bugles and spirals back downwards..
Janelle giggles at the gold's feint.
Just overhead, Ildranth shrieks in anger, winging aside to wait in the air.
Allis smiles and nods, handing Kyl a skin and watching the dragons rise into
the sky.
Taltos says "Cunning isn't she"
Just overhead, Hollerith circles back, a low growl in the back of his throat
escaping...
Just overhead, Tsanth swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
Just overhead, Salith swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
Just overhead, Zienth glides in a circle, quickly returniong to the ground.
Junoesque inhales, watching the dragons rise. Her eyes sparkle.
Just overhead, Valenth hovers beside Ildranth for a few moments, watching the
gold warily.
Just overhead, Zienth swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth releases an angry trumpet, glaring about
accusingly..
Aninna grins a little, as the gold scatters her pursuants with a gesture.
At the feeding grounds, Salith hisses to the gold, letting out his
frustration. His eyes take red overtone for a moment.
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth readies himself as Merinth makes another kill,
undaunted by the rest of the dragons leaping skyward, wating energy. He
ROARS loudly!
Just overhead, Devith swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
Inanna laughs delightedly
At the feeding grounds, Valenth backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Lecil cranes her neck to watch.
Melata loks at the dragonsall around, and thinks that's there's an awful lot
of them.
Just overhead, Hollerith just hovers...and then backwings down so he can get a
better launch next time....
At the feeding grounds, No warning precedes this launch. Merinth bloods.
Just overhead, Hollerith swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
At the feeding grounds, Merinth leaps into the air!
Midway up in the Bowl, Merinth swoops higher up into the Bowl.
High in the Bowl, Merinth flies higher with a beat of her wings.
Kyleri blinks, and actually chuckles a little. She takes the skin, drinks
deeply from it, and hands it back to Allis with a murmured 'Thanks.'
At the feeding grounds, Devith bugles in defiance and humiliation.
A'lon breathes rapidly through flared nostrils, watching his dragon.
Just overhead, Ildranth beats his wings powerfully.
Midway up in the Bowl, Ildranth swoops higher up into the Bowl.
High in the Bowl, Ildranth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
At the feeding grounds, Tsanth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Zyrieth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Valenth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Zienth leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Salith leaps into the air!
At the feeding grounds, Devith looks around himself for clearance, then with a
soft rumble he spreads his wings and launches himself upwards.
Midway up in the Bowl, Salith swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Tilani's thin mouth smiles. A feral comment escapes her, "'Fly high in glory',
my love." A moment to look, and she strides with determination towards her
weyr.
At the feeding grounds, Hollerith leaps after the gold again...this time
pushing up with his legs to propell himself further...
Midway up in the Bowl, Zienth swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Darci lunges forward for a moment and then catches herself, still watching the
riders as carfully as the dragons. It isn't certain which made her jump.
Just overhead, Devith flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Just overhead, Hollerith flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Midway up in the Bowl, Tsanth swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Just overhead, Farlioth banks around, into a wide circle. As Merinth launches
yet again, he circles into position behind her.
Allis pushes it back to her, handing more out to those around her. "Take it.
I've got plenty." she grins.
You head over towards the field to the southeast.

Field outside the Main Entrance
Contents:
Obvious exits:
INFirmary Main Entrance Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds North
You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern.

Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ)
Contents:
Obvious exits:
Bowl STairs Records Room INFirmary Kitchen Inner Caverns
Merinth> Tsanth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
Merinth> A moment passes. Merinth is aloft. Not merely aloft, racing,
headlong. Out, away, up.
Merinth> Zienth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
Merinth> Ildranth falls to the rear of the pack, waiting to spend his energy
until later.
Tilani crosses to the stairs with the alluring aura of power and freedom about
her.
Merinth> Valenth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
You climb the stairs to the balcony, and then further up to the upper hallway.

Upper Hallway(#517RL)
Obvious exits:
Weyrleaders Guest Weyr Council Room South STairs

[Scene Change: Tilani and Merinth's Weyr]

Merinth and Tilani's Weyr(#6574RJMs)
Obvious exits:
Merinth's Ledge
Merinth> Devith flies higher with a beat of his wings.
Merinth> Hollerith flies higher with a beat of his wings.
Merinth> Salith flies higher with a beat of his wings.
Merinth> Hollerith rises rapidly as he finally catches that updraft and uses
the thermal to close with the others.
IgenW-LC> R'lym comes in from the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> G'lin comes in from the Bowl.
Merinth> Kheveth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
IgenW-LC> Irina comes in from the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> Miritha comes in from the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> N'ren comes in from the Bowl.
Merinth> Valenth growls angrily as the Gold's feint leaves him far behind in
the pack. He spreads his wings wide, making the best of the situation.
IgenW-LC> A'lon comes in from the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> Miritha climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
IgenW-LC> G'lin lumbers up the stairs. Hmmm.
IgenW-LC> R'lym climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
IgenW-LC> Irina climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
Merinth> Ildranth wings upwards, careful to stay on the periphery for now even
if it puts him a bit out of the way.
Merinth> Tsanth bursts upwards, though with a bit more cautiously, this time,
he hisses his frustration.
Merinth> Zyrieth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
Merinth> Zienth climbs, pumping his wings with poerful strokes,
IgenW-LC> R'lan comes in from the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> R'lan climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
IgenW-LC> F'gon comes in from the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> A'lon climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
IgenW-LC> F'gon climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
IgenW-LC> N'ren climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
IgenW-LC> J'cot comes in from the Bowl.
Merinth> Zyrieth beats his powerful wings and chases after the fleeing Merinth!
Merinth> Farlioth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
IgenW-LC> T'nnar comes in from the Bowl.
Merinth> Devith climbs after Merinth with broad strokes of his prodigious
wings, his muscles surging with energy.
IgenW-LC> J'cot stumbles around, rather confused.
IgenW-LC> J'cot climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
Merinth> Salith speeds after the gold, trying to diminish the distance before
his smaller form tires. He deftly avoids sluggish bronzes in the pack.
IgenW-LC> T'nnar climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper
hallway.
Merinth> Ildranth knows there is no chance of catching up to the gold until
she tires, and holds himself back, watching and waiting.
Merinth> Zienth catches up to the pack, and continues working hard to catch
the gold.
Miritha walks in bare steps behind Tilani, edging along the outside of the
room. She stays a ways away from Tilani, giving the younger rider space now
as she did not in the Bowl.
Merinth> Tsanth continues streaking upwards, obviously caring little for
conserving his strength, at the start..
Merinth> Ildranth zigzags slowly on the currents of air, following the pack
but staying out of it.
Merinth> Hollerith streaks afterwards, and lets out a low warble and grunt of
power as he rises above the gold...chasing...
G'lin leans against a likely spot on the wall, his gaze sweeping the weyr for
a second before coming to rest on the Weyrwoman.
Merinth> Merinth continues to soar blithely upward. Release. Rushing wind
caresses her torso, her neck, her wings. The last fingers of twilight trace
across her glowing hide. Heat. Pulsing with the play of muscles. Long
minutes pass. She moves swiftly beyond the rim of the bowl, past the Star
Stones, out over the desert.
J'cot follows slowly behind the main crowd.
N'ren makes his way into the room, still stoic. He settles to lean against a
wall, legs crossed _almost_ nonchalantly.
Merinth> Farlioth sweeps into a steady rhythm, wings beating easily. He is
closer to the back of the pack than the front, but appears unbothered by
this.
Merinth> Zienth follows singlemindedly, making no attempt to hold anything in
reserve.
Merinth> Zyrieth beats his wings, his strong muscles rippling, slowly gaining
speed, taking advantage of the pent-up energy of prolonged anticipation and
desire. Banking left he trumpets defiantly at the others in the pack as he
looks to gain altitude and speed. He flies over the Star STones and out
after Merinth still climbing.
Merinth> Hollerith beats his wings slowly, rising with the thermals still,
moving over and above, but behind...muscles rippling with the motion and
easy soar of the open sky...the titian brown hide glingint in the sky...a
silent prowler...
Merinth> Kheveth soars into the high winds, and hits an unfortunate crosswind,
pushing him towards the back of the pack, and losing him distance. He stays
quiet, however, and begins to make his way forward again, relentless.
Merinth> Devith soars after the speeding Merinth, his wingsails rippling as
they catch the warm air rising from the desert below. He banks fractionally
to the left when he brushes wingtips with another bronze.
R'lym presses himself up against a wall, barely noticing anyone in the room,
but his eyes wander toward Tilani.
Merinth> Salith flies up, his powerful muscles carrying him easily through the
air. He keeps along with the pack, loosing hardly any strength to avoid the
bigger, less nimble dragons. He trumpets again, challenging the gold.
Merinth> Ildranth's only hope lies in strategy and careful use of his
reserves of energy. Wholly singleminded, he does not doubt his ability or
his strength, following with wings spread, utilizing every passing current.
A'lon moves closer to Tilani.
Merinth> Valenth rises into the warm desert air, lifted by desire to catch the
soaring Gold. He bugles softly, starting to gain position slowly past some
slower young dragons.
Merinth> Tsanth settles into a slightly more reserved pace, conserving some of
his strength as he flies upwards, though still pushing himself somewhat,
knowing that he has no chance of outlasting the larger bronzes.
Merinth> Zienth moves up to the front of the pack, pursuing Merinth with all
of his strength.
Merinth> As time passes, Merinth's motion -- at first quick, determined,
commanding -- turns playful. A taunt. A tease. Her wings dip. Her body
writhes, twists.
Merinth> Hollerith is not catching up...but is just keeping the pace for
now...the upper crosswinds buffeting him...and yet his wings move almost as
if swimming through the air...the only sense of his intensity found in his
eyes...whirling a RAPID vioet...and intent on the gold form ahead and
below...
Tilani coldly stares at the riders gathered in her room. Her chest heaves with
a deep breath, and her glance is on something else. Someone else.
Merinth> Devith pumps his wings furiously, using his size to maximum advantage
in a flat-out charge towards the queen. He bugles smugly as he overtakes a
brown dragon, edging forward in the pack.
Merinth> Farlioth banks slightly, to make his way out to the edges of the
pack, giving himself a little more mobility. The change in position gives
him a clearer view of Merinth, and the sight brings a little more strength
into the beating of his wings.
Merinth> Salith trumpets, accepting the game. Teasing is what he is good at.
He follows the gold's lead, easily copying every turn of her... But still
gentler, not wasting too much strength to cut into her turns... He still
manages to confuse some of the dragons around him.
Merinth> Zyrieth roars at the aging bronze attempting to best him with anger
and defiance! His youth is his friend as he uses quicker reflexes to make
adjustments in his flight to gain the bast advantage. Still, catching a
thermal he rises futher above the pack to gain some advantage.
Merinth> Zienth stays neck-and-neck with Devith, spending his strength in an
attempt to catch Merinth quickly.
Merinth> Valenth watches Merinth carefully, but doesn't follow her teases this
time. He flies cautiously, following a mostly straight path after the Gold.
Merinth> Merinth plays her own game. A new course, sharp, out over the desert
mountains, a small canyon far below. A dip, a dive, and her wingbeats pound
out a demanding rythmn against the air, enveloping her in its wild warmth.
Merinth> Kheveth drops into a dive, angling downwards towards the pack of
males. His voice is silent, the wind rushing past his blurring wings as he
slides up between Tsanth and Valenth, persuing. Following. Concise in his
every movement.
Merinth> Tsanth angles himself upwards, dipping from one side to another,
shrieking furiously at any dragon attempting to soar past him.
Merinth> Ildranth follows the turn of the gold's path, but does not put on his
full energies yet. He must still wait.
Merinth> Zienth is fooled by the gold's move, can't maneuver quickly enough
and looses a fair amount of ground.
Merinth> Devith eases his sprint and settles into a more moderate pace,
hanging back to see which way Merinth will go next before employing another
burst of speed.
Merinth> Zyrieth folds his wings somewhat for a dive. Down, down he goes,
rapidly increasing in speed as he does so and slowly opening his wing to
regain control of his descent as he swoops down to follow Merinth's game,
still biding his time for a chance to gain the adavantage he needs.
Merinth> Salith easily follows the turn and plunges after the gold. He tries
to keep above her all the time, for extra advantage, as she soars away. He
speeds up some, still not showing any strain.
Merinth> Valenth hisses at Kheveth, banking after the playful Gold. His hide
shines as the light glances off his beating wings.
Merinth> Tsanth banks to one side, not dropping near as swiftly as the gold,
but dropping, nonetheless, in an attempt to gain velocity without tiring
himself.
Merinth> Farlioth twists in the air to follow Merinth, slower, attentive but
not yet desperate.
Merinth> Zienthfinding himself back a ways, maintains some altitude, giving up
some speed now for a better position, and falls a bit further back.
Merinth> Hollerith just circles above, lowering slightly, but not making a
move yet...using the dive to get closer in horizontal direction, but still
SEVERAL dragonlengths above...waiting...almost like a prowling cat...
A'lon loosens his riding jacket.
R'lym presses himself more intensly at the wall, as if trying to push himself
/through/ it...
Merinth> Everything about this queen signals her purient state. Her color, her
musk, the motion of her body, the timbre of her call. Low, enchanting.
Swifter, higher, onward. Merinth flies this night.
Merinth> Zienth accelerates when he sees the gold rising back up towards his
height.
Merinth> Salith twists again in the air, trying to confuse the dragons around
him. He bugles as his wing brushes with another brown's. He turns to
Kheveth, snarling, too much height lost in the distraction.
Merinth> Kheveth soars forward, putting on a burst of speed as he passes
Tsanth, and is caught in the wake of Valenth's larger wings, throwing him
off, and almost right into Salith.
Merinth> Ildranth zigazags slowly, staying out of the pack.
T'nnar looks at N'ren, his eyes darkening in rage for a moment. With an
effort, he restrains himself.
Merinth> Kheveth snarls as he goes by Salith, Salith's wings fouling what was
already out of control.
Merinth> Salith backwings, unfouling his wings, but getting way behind the
pack, loosing almost all his speed.
Merinth> Valenth angles towards Merinth slightly and accellerates towards her.
Unlike the Gold's antics, he flies clean and straight through the desert
air.
Merinth> Zyrieth sees Merinth's ascent and beats his already outstreched wings
mightily as his speed has increased with the swoop. He BUGLES challenge and
disdain to the others who can not match his strength and speed. Eyes
whirling he presses forawrd, and concentrated on his golden goal.
Miritha starts to edge towards Tilani another step. Her face twists, suddenly,
the blue eyes widening as she focuses, briefly out of touch with Farlioth,
on Tilani's face. Thus distracted, she turns abruptly on one heel, but not
before the faintest look of horror slides into her eyes.
Merinth> Ildranth wings forward, just the tiniest bit faster.
Merinth> Kheveth bugles in frustration, a tone that resounds and echoes with
his loudness. Frustrated, he begins to spiral downwards, a long and easy
path.
Merinth> Zienth, in a shallow dive quickly closes on the climbing gold, making
an attempt to catch her tail with his as he passes.
N'ren starts slightly, the first movement from him since he entered. His glare
is briefly on J'cot, briefly on T'nnar, before he two spins on his heel.
Merinth> Farlioth's wings beat harder, stronger, improving his speed just
slightly. Abruptly, though, the wings curve back and up, slowing him
drastically, almost stalling him completely. Something tears out of him, a
cry of protest.
Merinth> Devith BUGLES and pulls up sharply to avoid colliding with Kheveth,
his gaze taking in the other bronzes who lie between himself and the
glowing Merinth, calculating. Sparing a moment to strategize, he hangs
back, then at a decisive moment sets off at breakneck speed for some point
in the distance where he ostensibly expects Merinth to go.
A'lon edges closer to Tilani.
Miritha strides out, face set.
Miritha walks through the exit to the ledge, emerging from the great maw of
the weyr.
R'lan just leaves.
R'lan walks through the exit to the ledge, emerging from the great maw of the
weyr.
Merinth> Hollerith lets out a low, bellow...still above...like a brown
cloud...muscles rippling with anticipation for the...right...moment...
J'cot ignores N'ren's glare, eyes centered on Tilani.
G'lin edges closer to Tilani, his breath coming harder.
N'ren walks through the exit to the ledge, emerging from the great maw of the
weyr.
Merinth> Salith follows Kheveth on his descent, occasionally hissing to him.
Merinth> Zienth barely misses Merinth, twisting as he passes, but coming up
empty.
Merinth> Ildranth waits, infinitely patient and infinitely directed, to see
which way the gold will go before he makes his own move.
IgenW-LC> Denass ambles out from the inner caverns.
IgenW-LC> Denass walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> Renia eeps and apologizes for her eentry.
IgenW-LC> Renia walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC> Miritha strides down the stairs, arms folded across her chest, the
cloak hugged tightly to her body.
IgenW-LC> N'ren walks down the stairs, just a moment after Miritha.
Merinth> Merinth soars in the amber-red afterglow of the twilight, refracted
off the clouds and sand. Moments melt into minutes. Spirit undaunted, but
the energetic rush now visably fades from her wingbeats. Taunt turns to
ardouous task. They approach!
Merinth> Hollerith dives suddenly for the gold...from a height above...diving
to catch her in a sudden move...coming in from above...hoping she won't
feel him coming...his muscles rippling as his wings fold behind him to make
his dive more rapid...
IgenW-LC> T'nnar walks down the stairs, still looking at N'ren with a glint of
hate in his eyes.
Tilani glances to the riders, eyes briefly taking in each, in turn.
Evaluations dismissed with the twitch of a finger, shake of her head.
Merinth> Kheveth furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-LC> T'nnar mutters, "Interfering wherry."
A'lon blinks and suddenly sems to notice his suroundings for a monent.
IgenW-LC> N'ren snarls over his shoulder, "Flying lummox."
F'gon's eyes widen with surprise...and smiles...as he whispers..."Now..."
Merinth> Ildranth sees Merinth's strength beginning to fail her, and unleashes
every ounce of reserve strength in his wings to catch up, hoping that his
freshness and smaller size will be enough to get him past the tiring
bronzes. Furiously, he directs energy to his widespread wings, closing the
gap!
Merinth> Zienth pulls out of his dive, and begins a swooping turn to try to
head back towards the escaping gold.
Merinth> Farlioth bugles again, another protest. As he fails to resume the
beating of his wings, he drops, rocklike.
Merinth> Devith croons with arousal and delight as his trajectory converges
upon the tiring queen's. He hisses at a smaller bronze who almost collides
with him, his stamina apparently exhausted.
Merinth> Valenth BUGLES at Merinth suddenly, renewing his efforts as the
browns start to tire, and the gold starts to show obvious signs of tiring.
His wings scoop the air, propelling him quickly after her as he starts to
gain noticably.
Merinth> Merinth flicks her tail desperately away from Zienth and dives
downward. Away, not yet. No. This is her joy. Not yet. Arduous. Ardor. She
skims low towards the dusty sand.
Merinth> Salith furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-LC> Miritha stops by the entrance, face tightening again. The earlier
horror is back, and now fear, too, the blue eyes suddenly distant. There
is, suddenly, a sense of presence, of forcefulness, around her, unfamiliar
and yet demanding of wherever it seems to be directed.
Merinth> Ildranth shrieks as a bronze veers suddenly in front of him. He pulls
up and away, sharply, and manages to avoid the collision... but at the cost
of his newfound closeness. Shrieking with misery, he cannot regain the
ground, and falls away.
Irina chokes back a sob and stumbles out.
Merinth> Ildranth furls his wings slightly.
Merinth> Hollerith dives past...and misses...his momentum carrying him far far
out of the way....
IgenW-LC> Irina stumbles down the stairs in tears.
F'gon walks through the exit to the ledge, emerging from the great maw of the
weyr.
Merinth> Zienth finds himself rising and turning right, while watching the
queen dive to his left, and bellows out his frustration!
Merinth> Farlioth vanishes, suddenly, as he falls. When he reappears, it is
not as a far-away dark dot in the sky, but directly over the Weyr.
Merinth> Farlioth furls his wings slightly.
Merinth> Devith folds his wings and plummets recklessly after Merinth, desire
overwhelming discretion. His right wingtip brushes Zienth's as he inches
closer to the queen.
Merinth> Zyrieth uses Merinth's dive to his advantage and dives himself toward
the object of his desire. The possiblility that the Gold is within his
reach strengthens his resolve and adds to his speed. Just a little more and
he may just catch...
Merinth> Hollerith flies far below...and slowly makes his way back...
Merinth> Hollerith disappears into Between.
Merinth> Zienth starts a hard turn back towards Merinth, but then pulls oout
of it and turns back towards the weyr, realizing that he's too far out of
position to possibly catch up in his fatigued state.
R'lym, his back pressed against the wall, slowly drops to the ground as he
concentrates on event seen, yet not seen.
Merinth> Valenth dives slowly after Merinth, still not quite trusting her
after her feint in the feeding pens. He follows, well above her, hoping
she'll rise towards him.
Merinth> Merinth turns her course briefly, seeing Farlioth blink Between, the
browns drop below, and two bronzes veer far off course, over the desert.
Zyrieth and Devith close on her. A writhing twist spins her around, wings,
ichor-filled, raging, strain for her escape.
IgenW-LC> T'nnar fills a glass of wine, ignoring any drudge that tries to be
helpful, and drains it without a breath. Then he plops on a chair.
IgenW-LC> Irina sits down, crying quietly.
A'lon's shoulders visibly sag, as he seems to finally come back mentally.
IgenW-LC> Miritha's statue-like stance, the forcefulness in face and body and
sheer presence, abruptly fade. She drops the cloak in her arms and darts
out, crossing the Bowl with a desperate speed.
IgenW-LC> Miritha walks out to the Bowl.
A'lon looks wearily around him, spots the way out, and heads back towards the
bowl to meet his dragon.
IgenW-LC> A'lon comes down the stairs.
IgenW-LC> A'lon walks out to the Bowl.
Merinth> Devith shrieks defiantly at Zyrieth, his wings flashing periodic
bursts of reflected moonlight as they beat furiously, the bronze exhausting
his remaining energy in a desperate race to catch the queen. Zyrieth
manages to beat him, however, and Devith bugles a final protest before
disappearing between.
IgenW-LC> T'nnar sits, leaning his back on the table, his eyes closed.
Merinth> Zienth wings wearily back to the bowl and begins circling downward.
Merinth> Zyrieth concentrating on catching the tiring, straining Merinth
almost misses noticing Devith's dive toward the same target. He BUGLES at
the competitor in one last show of defiance and surges forward. Finally
above Merinth on the strength of his last surge he drops andentangles his
tail with her tail.
G'lin slumps out of the weyr listlessly.
Merinth> Zienth furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-LC> Irina cries silently into her hands.
IgenW-LC> G'lin stumbles down the stairs.
IgenW-LC> Irina's shoulders shake with quiet hysteria.
Merinth> Merinth shrieks a final protest as Zyrieth's tail fouls with hers,
neck twisting, legs extended in desperation. The proud note shifts after a
moment, to a welcoming trill, delighted as she finds herself wrapped around
him.
Merinth> Devith disappears into Between.
Merinth> Devith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!
Merinth> Devith furls his wings slightly.
Merinth> Zyrieth enwraps Merinth with a last bugle or triumph!
Merinth> Valenth dives quickly downward as he realizes that Merinth will not
rise towards him again, but he's nowhere near close enough. He bugles sadly
as he circles away and heads back towards the weyr.
IgenW-LC> G'lin walks out to the bowl.
IgenW-LC> T'nnar looks at Irina, his eyes attentive with self-control.
IgenW-LC> Irina cries softly.
Tilani turns, instinctively. Her eyes find J'cot in the dusklight, and she
glares, barely hissing, "Go!"
J'cot shakes his head slowly, then walks slowly out of the weyr.
R'lym is slumped on the floor not far from Tilani and rises...
Tilani crosses the room.
R'lym slowly pushes himself off the floor.

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This file (merflt01.log): 1450 lines
Player Statistics:
PLAYER # of ACTIONS
A'lon 32
Allis 28
Aninna 17
Aphrodite 1
D'nar 5
Darci 7
Dvora 14
Dwane 1
Dysira 17
Erasmus 1
F'gon 12
G'lin 19
Hollerith 4
Inanna 38
Inanna's 2
Irina 22
J'cot 12
Janelle 3
Jazmin 1
Junoesque 5
Kyleri 17
Lecil 39
Masao 2
Merall 1
Merinth 1
Miritha 40
Mitis 3
N'ren 28
Pendron 1
R'lan 9
R'lym 35
Rantaar 6
Roltan 2
Romilly 1
Scyllia 8
Siboan 1
T'nnar 20
Taltos 9
Terian 1
Thakar 7
Tilani 47
Tistur 4
Torin 12
Valenth 4
You 58

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