Urieth’s mating flight

Urieth’s mating flight, August 30th, 2000

Log file from Celie.


You fly carefully towards the main entrance, then land.
Field outside the Main Entrance
Contents:
Amylith(#14908JUVaes)
Healers' Herb Garden
Obvious exits:
Guest ledge  INFirmary  Main Entrance  Center of Bowl  Feeding Grounds
  Weyrling Training Field

You climb down from Urieth's back, giving her a loving pat as she sets her feet
  on the ground.

Field outside the Main Entrance
Contents:
Urieth
Amylith(#14908JUVaes)
Healers' Herb Garden
Obvious exits:
Guest ledge  INFirmary  Main Entrance  Center of Bowl  Feeding Grounds
  Weyrling Training Field

You head north along the wall of the Bowl, towards the weyrling barracks and
  the Hatching grounds.

Weyrling Training Field
Contents:
Nilanic
Sarai
Tithe Train from Benden Hold(#7904JMaem)
Obvious exits:
Stables  Igen Weyr Pass  Weyrling Barracks  Hatching Grounds  Center of Bowl
  Lake Shore  Main Entrance

Sarai and Nic are looking at barrels of wine, while Sarai makes notes on the
  hides. "Everyone's a vintner till you hit my mother, who was a farmer, and
  me... Who was a crafter, but a beastcrafter."

Nilanic just shakes his head. "I know my mother and father and maybe a few
  generations back sort of vaguely, but..."

Celie strides over, looking vague and preoccupied. She's carrying a sheaf of
  documents in one hand, which she thrusts out to the Weyrwoman. "Here's the
  rest of the inventory."

Sarai takes the sheets and blinks at Celie. "Thanks Celie ..." Sarai frowns a
  bit and says to Nic, "Well, it's a pride issue, I think. They rather hope
  I'll send my children to be vintners."

Nilanic nods. "I suppose there's some sense to that."

Celie turns and glances at the tithe train, her brow knit together. "You don't
  have any children, Sarai," she murmurs.

Sarai looks at Celie, "My hypothetical children."

Celie nods, crossing her arms over her chest and glowering. "I suppose they
  sent us kegs and kegs of that...of Benden wine."

Nilanic nods to Celie. "Who will hypothetically be vintners, apparently." He
  gestures. "There's a few barrels right over there."

Sarai says "Well it's teh Benden tithe." She sighs and looks at Nic. "We have
  some Tillek wine and ale in the caverns, Celie, and we're not about to run
  out."

Celie rolls her eyes heavenward. "Good thing, since we don't /get/ a tithe from
  Tillek." She shakes her head and glances back toward the entrance. "I don't
  drink much anyway."

Sarai tilts her head. "No, you don't...."

The tithe train has arrived from Benden Hold. Its arduous journey through
  field, hill, and hold concluded, the wagoneers, drivers, guards, beast
  handlers, and associated holders and helpers react with an infectious spirit
  of celebration. Tossing 'candy' to the weyr's children, calling greetings to
  friends rarely seen, and exchanging hugs and laughter, the holders have
  halted the wagons, unlashed the bundles and tarps, and prepared the train for
  unloading.
   There are several wagons, each piled high with the fruits of Benden's labor,
  waiting to be unloaded and sorted. Sacks of 'tubers,' redroots, and 'turnips'
  are sealed against the weather. 'Walnuts', 'almonds', and 'hazelnuts' fill
  intricately woven baskets and wooden barrels. 'Klah' bark, a Benden staple,
  has been tithed generously. River rushes and straw are bundled and covered.
  One wagon contains the tithe from Benden's dairies: 'cheese', 'crates', and
  'crocks'. Another contains summer 'blankets' and 'vests' in Benden's
  legendary patchwork patterns. Bringing up the rear are some offerings from
  Benden's 'beast' hold.
Nilanic asks, "You like the Tillek better?"

Celie gets distant again. "I was born in Tillek..."

Nilanic nods. "Makes sense, then."

Celie rubs the back of her neck with her hand. "But I don't drink much. Can't
  really handle it. It runs in the family, actually. My brother is the same
  way. And Delia, I think. Two glasses of wine and we're looped."

Sarai says "Remind me to take advantage of that next time you're looped, Celie."

Celie gives Sarai a dark look. "Take advantage of what?"

Sarai says "We had you dancing on the tables once..."

Celie blinks and frowns. "You did not..."

Sarai grins evilly. "That's right, we didn't."

Nilanic blithely goes about the task of unloading, staying mostly away from the
  conversation thought certainly close enough to listen.

Celie snorts. "No, you didn't. I'd have heard about that. This weyr loves
  rubbing my nose in that sort of thing.'

Sarai smiles, "Of course, you're right, Celie."

You say "Don't patronize me, Sarai!"

Sarai looks at Celie, curiously, "Well, I could be wrong, but it's no matter...
  Would you like some nuts?"

Celie mutters a few choice words. "No, I don't want any nuts. I'm not hungry."

Sarai offers, "Candy? It's good." Sarai holds out her candy bag.

Celie peers into the bad and sniffs. "What kind is it?"

Sarai looks at the bag, "No nuts no klah candy. It sticks to your teeth."

Celie picks out a piece. "That pull candy?"

Sarai nods at Celie, "That's it. Pull candy. Not Toffee ... Taffy?"

Just overhead, Lilacanth leaps off a ledge, spreading her wings.

Celie hmmms and pops a piece into her mouth. "Taffy."

Just overhead, Lilacanth glides over to the training field.

Lilacanth backwings to land neatly.
Lilacanth has arrived.

Sarai chuckles and takes another peice, "Oh yes, and Taela's recieved her knot."

Nilanic drifts closer with the box he's got now, and gives Sarai and the bag of
  candy a hopeful look.

Lilacanth wings to a light landing a bit away from the tithe train. She warbles
  a melodic greeting, peering at all the scurrying residents and trying
  admirably to stay out of their way.

Taela slides easily to the ground, giving Lilacanth a loving pat as she lands.
Taela has arrived.

Celie looks up as the gold dragon and her rider land not far from them. "I
  would hope so. P'ter's being a little lax in his tapping, I noticed."

Sarai grins at Nic and holds out the bag, "Have a break, Nilanic?" Sarai tilts
  her head at Celie, "Well, he had more to tap."

Celie grunts and chews her candy, making exaggerated motions with her jaw.
  "This stuff...is sticky, Sarai."

Taela straightens after landing, then gives Lilacanth an absent pat, sending
  the gold to lounge out of the way. With quick steps she heads for Sarai, Nic
  and Celie, halfway to a salute when she catches herself and turns it into a
  wave.

Nilanic takes a piece of candy. "Why, thank you, Weyroman, I shall." He grins.

Sarai smirks at Taela, "Get used to returning those, Taela." Sarai chews some
  candy, holding out a small bag.

Taela wrinkles her nose. "As soon as people start calling me weyrwoman I'm
  going to have a hard time I think. How is the tithe coming?"

Sarai gives Nic a look, and grins. "It's coming along nicely, despite Celie's
  best intentions."

Nilanic chuckles softly. "We've got some nice things already,
  though...weyrwoman."

Taela sticks her tongue out at Nilanic, then grins over at Celie. "You don't
  want the tithe to get unloaded Celie? Whyever not?"
.
Sarai winks at Nic. "She's just benig Celie ..."

Nilanic just grins back at Taela. "Just getting you aimed the right way."

Taela hmphs at that, then glances over at the train. "Well, let me help, what
  needs to be done?" She pauses. "Anything good I want to steal off for myself?"

Celie glances over at Taela. "Of course I want it unloaded. What kind of a
  question is that?"

Taela arches a brow, then glances around for Urieth. "Mmm. Of course you do.
  Sorry I asked."

Nilanic says "Just hauling stuff off, for now, so Sarai can mark it off."

Celie continues to glower at the young weyrwoman for a moment, then shakes her
  head and turns away. "Urieth is proddy, yes. As if that were a surprise to
  anyone with eyes."

Sarai grnis and hands Taela some sheets. "Urieth's proddy, so duck and run.
  This is teh dispatch of what Benden says is on the train. Thanks to Celie."

Taela meets Celie's eyes levelly, then dips her head in a nod. "Of course.
  Well, glad to see you handling it so well." She turns then, accepting the
  sheets from Sarai. "Great, I'll just add these to the rest of the tithe hides
  then. Thanks to Celie?"

Sarai nods at Taela, "She brought them."

Taela's eyes flick to Celie then back. "Oh, I see. Well thank you then Celie."
  She offers the Weyrsecond a bit of a smile.

Celie walks off a ways, after her eyes fill with tears suddenly. She clears her
  throat and rubs a hand over her face to regain her composure.

Sarai sighs softly at her weyrseocnd and then abruptly sneezes.

Taela blinks as Celie tears up, tucking a curl behind one ear. "Was it
  something I said?" She whispers that last softly to Sarai, then blinks as the
  Weyrwoman sneezes. "Are you sick?!"

Celie takes a deep breath and returns momentarily. "Mood swings," she mutters.
  "See what you have to look forward to?"

Urieth> Kiara walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Urieth> Kiara has arrived.

Urieth> Kiara walks over towards the center of the bowl.
Urieth> Kiara has left.

Sarai rubs her nose and looks at her hand, which is slightly red. "Shells... I
  need to go inside... the klah." Sarai sighs and sneezes again.

Celie wipes her eyes with a readily-produced hanky. "You know better than to be
  around klah, Sarai..."

Taela blinks at this, looking from nose to hand then to Celie. "Wh... why? Are
  you allergic to klah?"

Celie jerks a thumb at Sarai. "She is."

Sarai sighs, "I..." She trails off and sighs, as no sneeze comes. "I
  am-tchooo!" There it was. "Ugh, I'll be inside..." The hides get handed in
  the general Taela/Celie vicinity.

Sarai gets a hankey from her pocket and blots at her nose as she walks off to
  the inner caverns. Intermitant sneezes, followed by grumbling, punctuate her
  walk.

Sarai heads south to the main entrance.
Sarai has left.


Urieth> Sarai ambles in from the northern part of the bowl.
Urieth> Sarai has arrived.
Urieth> Sarai heads up the steps to the guest weyr.
Urieth> Sarai has left.

Nilanic starts carting things over to Taela to be checked off, then. "Celie?
  Want to help carry? It's fairly mindless and might keep your mind off of
  things..." He trails off uncertainly.

Celie eyes Nilanic, then nods tersely. "Good idea. I could use a little
  mindless activity right now."

Half-reaching for the hides, Taela quickly pulls her hand away as Celie
  snatches them. She blinks then as Celie offers them to her instead. "Oh, of
  course. I need to have them at the end of the day anyhow." She nods, then
  glances after the departing Weyrwoman. A soft sigh, then her eyes flicker
  back to Nic and his pile. "Hmm." She starts checking.

Nilanic makes room for Celie in the line of people unloading wagons, and
  carries a crate of peppers over to Taela.

Taela peers at the list in her hand, then thumbs through a few sheets. "Hmm.
  Peppers? Peppers, peppers." Finding it finally she makes a quick notation.
  "Thanks Nic."

Nilanic nods, and carries the box over to the pile to go into the weyr.

Just overhead, Visquath glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Visquath glides towards the waters of the Igen Lake.

Nilanic goes home.
Nilanic has left.

Celie sighs and pauses to sit on a box and stare at the ground.

Taela crouches to lift the lid of a box, flashing a small smile up at the
resident who just set it at her feet. "Tubers. Thanks." The resident hauls it
  off and Tae makes a mark on her sheet. She glances over at Celie then. "Is...
  I mean... other than the whole proddy thing, are you alright?"

Celie shrugs, hands dangling between her legs in a dejected-sort of pose. "I
  suppose I am. I don't particularly like myself when I'm like this, though."

Just overhead, Prometh glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Prometh wings to land at the Main Beach.

Taela nods slowly, eyes lingering on the greenrider. "But... it really isn't
  your fault you know. I mean... Urieth is about to rise. It's part of the way
  things are, that's all." She pauses, thoughtful. "There's always a proddy
  greenrider or three wandering around, and even those without dragons get
  mildly moody with their cycles... I wouldn't worry about it too much."

Celie shakes her head and replies in a remarkably quiet voice. "You don't
  understand, Taela. I'm the Weyrsecond. K'tel depends on me. So does Sarai.
  When I'm like this, I can't perform my duties. They have to take up the
  slack. I don't like that."

Taelateeth graze her lower lip as she considers this. "But... Celie... they
  understand. And there are others to help. Me and Rysa and Jaela and Katany...
  plus P'ter and Macami. You can't help it, and it only lasts a few days. It's
  not something to let uspet you."

Celie snorts and shakes her head. "I guess you just have to know me to
  understand why this is such a problem. R'lain says I'm a workaholic. Maybe
  he's right."

Taela points to the pile of inbound boxes for a resident. "Right... right over
  there." A few steps take her around the lad, straining with a too big box,
  and she plops down beside Celie. "I do understand, trust me. I've been
  accused of being a workaholic too. You just need to... try and relax. I guess
  having been grounded so recently because of your pregnancy makes it worse
  too."

Celie nods, kicking the box with her heel. "That and...my encroaching Turnday."

Taela arches a brow, absently marking off things as she talks. "When is it? And
  what Turn?" She glances over the Weyrsecond. "You can't be that old."

Celie fidgets a bit. "It wouldn't be so bad if that shardin' rain hadn't
  reinforced the issue. My shoulder ached the entire time." She carefully
  avoids the issue of her age.

Taela gives a slow nod at this, eyes flickering over the woman's face. "Well, I
  have a friend who's knee always hurts when it rains, and she's my age. That's
  not a good indication. Besides, you've been riding most of your life, of
  course your joints are going to get stiff." A smirk touches her lips. "It's
  not like you're as old as F'gon or something."

Celie rolls her eyes. "I took a Threadscore on that shoulder Turns ago. Never
  really bothered me before now." She points to the scarring on her left
  shoulder, just visible beyond her sleeveless shirt. Urieth and I have been
  really luck, in regards to that, I guess. Its the only truly serious injury
  I've ever taken."

Celie gets to her feet and shakes her head. "Thank Faranth she's sleeping now,"
  she murmurs. "I think I'm going to take a swim, Taela. Join me?"

Taela winces at the sight of the scarring. "That is fortunate, that that is
  your only injury." She pauses at the invitation, then glances down at her
  hides. "Do you think I can have someone else check these off?"

Celie nods. "That's what we have auxillary staff for. Come. I'll show you the
  fine art of goofing off."

Just overhead, Areisth glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Areisth lands just below you in the Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl.

Urieth> Alenia walks over from the center of the bowl.
Urieth> Alenia has arrived.

You head towards the lake to the west.
Main Beach
Contents:
K'tyn
T'al
Kiara
Terrilia
Archery Target
Obvious exits:
Lake  Northern Beach  Center of Bowl  Weyrling Field  Feeding Grounds

Taela comes onto the beach from the field to the east.
Taela has arrived.

K'tyn nods at Kiara. "I get star-headaches at times," he explains, smiling a
  bit self-consciously. "Though not nearly so many as I did before I wore
  lenses."

T'al nods to Kiara, beaming. "Yeah. Her. She's my lover," he explains. It was
  probably obvious anyway. "What does she like? Hmm." He ponders. "Sex."

Celie drifts over from the weyrling barracks, eyes fixed on the cool expanse of
  Igen's lake.

K'tyn grins at T'al and laughs, trying not to choke on his greeting to Taela
  and Celie as the enter his view. "Hello!"

Terrilia looks up and smiles at Celie and Taela, giving a little wave, but
  doesn't interrupt the conversation. She shifts from one foot to the other,
  often looking out at the dragons playing in the lake as she listens.

A brow shoots up on Kiara's face, "I see. I don't think we have any
  particularily sexy herbs, though there's some supposed to be aphrodisiacs,"
  she answers, looking a little uncomfortable, "Willow-bark tea is great for
  that. I used to get a few headaches from late night herb studying," She
  glances over to the two entering riders, "Healers duties,"

Celie slips off her sandals, ignoring the greetings and heading right toward
  the water without looking up. She's up to her knees before she realizes
  something. "I forgot - I'm not wearing my suit."

T'al follows K'tyn's gaze and waves to Celie and Taela. "Hello there!" He
  blinks at Kiara. "What? Willowbark is an aphrodisiac?" A suspicious glance is
  sent K'tyn's way. "Hmm. Anyway, Kiara, if you think of something..."

Taela follows a little back from Celie, shuffling through the sand. A hand is
  raised to wave at everyone gathered. "Hello all." Her pale gaze drifts to
  Kiara and then flickers to her knot. She brightens a bit then. "You must be
  the new healer. Welcome, and Igen's duties to HealerCraft and its Masters."

K'tyn eyes Celie a moment, then shoots a narrow-eyed look at his dragon that
  disappears as T'al looks at him. "Oh no, Willowbark is good for headaches,
  lad, not sex. Try some baker's confections or sweet herbs in bathwater if you
  want something like that," he says easily.

Terrilia looks over at Celie. "Celie, are you all right?" she asks, stepping
  slightly away from the knot of people. It may be a silly question, but her
  concern is genuine.

Celie sighs and hangs her head, looking much like an upset child would. Or
  maybe a wounded puppydog. She turns back and trudges through the water and
  back onto the beach. "No, I'm not all right! I'm all wet!" she wails.

Taela winces as Celie goes tromping into the water, fully clothed. "Oh Celie...
  do you want me to go grab your suit?"

Kiara laughs, "Oh no," she blushes, "Willow bark is good for headaches," she
  answers, "I'll send a hide back to the hall if anything is needed." she
  glances over to the rider walking into the lake, before dismissing it as
  normal. She nods over to Taela, "Yep, that's me. Journeywoman Kiara, well
  met,"

"You'll dry soon in this warmth. Sit?" The bronzer gestures at the sand beside
  him nonchalantly. "Pull up a dune and take a load off."

T'al considers Celie, sobering. "Alright, Healer," he tells Kiara, "do you have
  some of that herb mix around? I might need some sooner than I expected." He
  gets up, slowly, brushing off cookie crumbs. "Aww, don't worry, Celie. You'll
  dry off quickly in the sun," he says gently. He does -not- come any closer to
  her, though. Careful, you see.
Terrilia looks around to see if there's anything she could give to Celie to
  help her dry off. Nope, there's really nothing like a towel anywhere near.
  She gives K'tyn a grateful look at his suggestion.

Taela shifts her focus from Celie to the new Healer and offers a slightly
  hesitant but nevertheless warm smile. "Mmm, well met. I'm Taela,
  Weyrli...er..." She blinks, then clears her throat. "Jr. Weyrwoman, rider of
  Lilacanth." The whole rambling introdcution causes a hint of color to her
  cheeks, and she offers a hand.

Celie kicks at her sandals as her temper flares, spraying sand in a wide arch
  to the side. "She's sleeping and I still act like a sunstruck wherry!"
  Seething for a moment, she clenches her hands into fists and looks over at
  K'tyn. "Sit?"

Kiara grins to T'al, before reaching into her healer bag, digging around a
  little, "Hmm, I must have left it in my travel bag. I'll get you some," she
  ahs, "Well met, Taela."

Terrilia grins at Taela, keeping a wary eye on Celie. "Um, I might need some of
  that stuff too," she says quietly to Kiara.

K'tyn nods, slowly, at Celie, his light brown eyes assessing. "Aye. Sit. Even
  sit beside me, if you like, though these piles of straps may make a rather
  lumpy seat."

Celie's eyes narrow as she assess the situation, moving carefully toward the
  piles of straps, and their owner. "What are you doing with them?" she asks,
  distracted.

T'al wrinkles his nose. "Thanks, Kiara." He gathers his still wet clothing --
  for now, he's just wearing his underwear, you see -- and puts his shirt on,
  wet as it is. Less dangerous, with a proddy Greenrider around. "You're not
  acting like a sunstruck wherry, Celie," he says soothingly. After all, it's
  probably not fun for her.

Taela's eyes flicker just briefly from Kiara to the gathered riders of male
  dragons and she takes on a thoughtful look fo rjust a moment. "Kiara, this is
  Celie, the Weyrsecond, rider of green Urieth." She stresses the word green
  just a bit. "Have you spent much time in a Weyr?"

Celie shakes her head as if to clear it and squints over at the healer. "Oh. I
  didn't see you. I'm sorry. Welcome...to Igen."

Kiara looks at Celie and gets that sinking feeling look, she murmurs to Terri,
  "Is she proddy?" The healer asks, taking a little shuffle step away from the
  greenrider. She shakes her head to Taela, "Short visits only, mainly for
  falls and small injuries," Apparently proddy has now been confirmed and so
  she takes another step back. She smiles nervously back at Celie, "Thanks.
  It's nice to be here,"

"Mending, you see?" K'tyn holds up a section that he's piecing into the whole.
  "Was strained in the last 'fall and nearly broke just after, in sweeps. I am
  checking each section, now, for more weak points. I am thinking that some of
  the hide I used was not quite cured properly."

Celie's eyes trail over to T'al next and narrow just slightly. "No need to get
  dressed on my account, T'al," she murmurs. She shakes her head again and
  peers at the section of strap in K'tyn's hands. "Good...good idea. Wouldn't
  want you to fall off your dragon or anything like that."

Terrilia smiles at Kiara and, when she thinks Celie's not looking, gives a
  quick bob of her head. "Doesn't last too long, though," she says, very
  quietly.

Taela gives a tiny nod to confirm the proddy question, then gives her a soft
  smile. "It's really not a big deal. About you though, where were you before?"

K'tyn grins at his wingsecond, eyes darting ever so briefly as Prometh
  dragon-chuckles evilly in the water. "Well, I daresay that you and Urieth
  would catch me, hm?"

..ever so briefly at Prometh as he...

Kiara has that rabbit caught in the headlights look, "Um, this is my first
  posting. Healer hall over at Fort before that and before that, Taisha hold,
  small one near Keroon,"

T'al casts a quick glance at Taela -- wow, well done! -- then looks away. "Just
  being respectful, Weyrsecond," he answers without too much conviction,
  sitting back. Then, under his breath, "Dang, where is Siara?"

Terrilia listens closely to Kiara's response, her head tilted to one side. She
  smiles reassuringly, though her eyes are still appraising. "Kiara's my
  sister-in-law Charisa's half-sister," she adds.

Celie blinks and looks almost stunned by the question. "Well, of course we
  would! What kind of a question is that?" Taking a deep breath and closes her
  eyes and steadies herself. "Sorry...I think she's getting close."

Taela meets T'al's eyes for just a second, then lets her gaze slide smoothly
  back to Kiara. "Ah, Fort. I've only been there once. I need to go visiting up
  there soon though." She offers a reassuring smile, remembering all to well
  the first time she was around a proddy greenrider. "Would you mind telling me
  a little about the Hall?" She nods then to Terri at her explanation.

K'tyn nods understandingly at Celie, and offers the greenrider a needle and the
  strong thread that's used for mending straps. "Want to mend?" He asks with a
  grin. "Might take your mind off of her, for a bit. And, tis alright to say
  no, too, if you simply want to drowse." He's trying to be soothing, of
  course, and distracting.

Kiara looks away from Celie, turning to Taela, "Oh, the hall. It's a nice
  place, not far from harper hall," There's a slight gleam in her eyes as she
  says that, "Nice people there. Dorms were a bit crowded, looking forward to
  having a room of my own,"

Celie manages a shaky smile and holds up her hand. It trembles noticeably. "I
  don't think that would be a very good idea right now." Her throat works and
  her eyes fill up. "I can't even play my gitar right now," she chokes.

T'al hmms absently at Kiara, keeping an eye on Celie. "Well, here, you'll get a
  room of your own, I think. It's... useful, yeah." Yeah. He doesn't explain
  his thoughts further.

Terrilia grins at Taela, though she keeps an eye on Celie. "Maybe I could join
  you, too," she suggests. "Jehran said they got some furniture in since I
  moved into my weyr, and some of what I found when I graduated really needs to
  be replaced."

"You can't play your gitar?" Kiat asks quietly, taking up needle and thread and
  plying it. His lips twitch as he catches bits and pieces of the others'
  conversation. "What do you mean by that?"

Kiara breaks into a wide smile, "That sounds great. I don't need much in there,
  just a few bits of simple furniture. I'll probably be spending most of my
  time on duty in the infirmary or riding about," she chuckles to Terrilia,
  "Make it an invasion?"

T'al decides to laughs gently. "It doesn't matter, Celie. You'll be able to
  play very soon, I think, now. Don't worry." He still stays away from her,
  kind as his words are. The usual trick, in fact. "Hmm, by the way, maybe I
  should get myself new pieces of furniture... Mine's a tad old."

Celie wipes her cheeks and reaches into her pocket. "I...used to be a harper. I
  still play the gitar. Except for now." She pulls out a rather soggy looking
  hanky. "Shard it!" she curses, and tosses it away. T'al gets a glare. "It
  does matter! It matters to me!"

Terrilia grins and pats her stomach. "I've, ah, got a few connections," she
  says. "Maybe we can find some nice things that aren't being used."

Taela grins and nods. "There might be furniture in there already. I have /got/
  to get a desk though, and I was hoping to finda simple wall hanging or
  something." She smirks at Terri. "Connections, I have some too. It'll be
  fun." She glances at Celie, wincing a bit. "Mmm. We could actually go now,
  oh." She stops, eyes darting back to Terri. "I don't guess you'd want to do
  that, would you?"

K'tyn looks up at Celie, his face serious. He stops sewing, even. "I don't
  understand why you can't play now? Is it a physical disability? Or your
  instrument broken? What?"

Celie grits her teeth. "I can't concentrate. I would have thought that would be
  obvious!"

T'al tilts his head. "Alright. You don't play the gitar when you're asleep, do
  you, Celie? It's the same thing. More or less, I mean. You'll wake up soon.
  Speaking of which..." He moistens his lips. "Gotta find a new bed. Mine
  creaks."

Terrilia sighs and looks out across the lake toward Cyameth. She pauses for a
  moment, her eyes unfocused, then says, "Well, I suppose we could go now. But
  I may have to come back here in a hurry." Her voice very low, she says, "I'm
  really kind of hoping he won't chase."

T'al rolls his eyes and stage-whispers at Terrilia, "Who doesn't!"

"I am but a bronzerider," K'tyn says with a grin, explaining his lack of
  comprehension. He taps his chin again thoughtfully, musing aloud. "So. What
  to do with you then, if you can't concentrate?"

Taela shoots a glare at T'al and gives a quick shake of her head. No sense if
  further upsetting Celie. "Well Terri, we can do that, or we can wait and do
  it tomorrow, either way."

Terrilia gives T'al a sympathetic little smile, then carefully bends to collect
  her knitting, cookies, and very cold klah. She dashes the klah out, then nods
  at Taela. "Sure, let's go see what we can find."

Celie scrubs her cheeks again, after glaring at both T'al and Terrilia this
  time. "As if either of your dragons stood a chance!" she flares. She
  sniffles. "I don't do anything. I /can't/."
.
Terrilia shoots a concerned glance at Celie, looking rather tired herself. She
  shakes her head and looks out across the lake at her lifemate.

T'al bites his lip as he realizes that his whisper was maybe just a bit too
  loud. "Well, uh, see ya, Terri..." he says hastily. He doesn't answer Celie's
  comment, no need to. Poor, poor woman. "You could go swim for a while?" he
  suggests kindly, without much hope.

Celie gestures to her wet pants, which now have sand clinging to them as well.
  "I didn't bring my suit!" she wails.

Taela glances over at Celie, a hint of worry in her eyes. She nods back at
  Terri and Kiara instead though. "Let's go then."

K'tyn blinks at Celie. "Why do you wear a suit?"

Terrilia looks at Taela and Kiara. "How about if I meet you in the Living
  Cavern? I'd like to grab a snack before rummaging around in the stores."

Celie tilts her head at K'tyn. "What? And parade around here naked?"

Terrilia nods. "Right, let's go," she says with a smile, giving Celie a last
  look as she starts for the living cavern.

Terrilia leaves the beach, heading for the center of the Bowl.
Terrilia has left.

T'al ahs. Of course, she won't think of another way to go swim, not -now-. He
  waves to the departing girls, casting a longing glance at the plate of
  cookies, before considering Celie again, one corner of his mouth twistching
  up. Greenriders make no sense.

Taela leaves the beach, heading for the center of the Bowl.
Taela has left.

  K'tyn frowns, standing quickly. "Scuse me," he says, stripping down to nothing
  in an instant and charging for the water. "Prometh has a pain. I have to tend
  to him."

K'tyn has disconnected.

Celie's eyes widen at the sight of the bronzerider stripping in front of her.
  "Oh, my..."

Urieth> Lilacanth ambles in from the northern part of the bowl.
Urieth> Lilacanth has arrived.

Urieth> Taela walks over from the center of the bowl.
Urieth> Taela has arrived.

Urieth> Taela climbs onto Lilacanth's neck.
Urieth> Taela has left.

Urieth> Lilacanth tenses, then springs upwards.
Urieth> Lilacanth has left.

Tzanth backwings to land neatly.
Tzanth has arrived.

T'al dispassionately watches the Bronzerider plunge. "Aww, come on, Celie, most
  people do that when they go swim, you know... Over here, at least, I mean."
  Not to mention that she told him just a while ago that he didn't have to put
  his clothes on, or something like that. Greenriders don't make sense at all.

Celie looks incredibly nervous about the whole thing. "Uh...not in front of me
  when I'm like this, they don't."

Urieth> Tivuketh lands carefully.
Urieth> Tivuketh has arrived.

Urieth> Macami gracefully slides from her lifemate's neck and smiles lovingly
  back up at him, as he warbles to her when she safely reaches the ground.
Urieth> Macami has arrived.

T'al tilts his head. "I have to admit that it's probably... unwise, yeah." He
  waves to K'ven, glancing quickly from him to Celie. Hopefully, he'll
  understand.

Urieth> Macami waves to Alenia as she dismounts, while Tivuketh peers most
  curiously at Urieth. His rider snorts. "You better forget all about it."

Celie fans herself with her hand and gets to her feet, looking flushed. "What
  was he /thinking/?"

Urieth> Urieth is sleeping and glowing like a third moon.

T'al watches K'tyn in the water. "That his dragon has a pain, and that nothing
  is more important than tending to it, I guess."

Urieth> Tivuketh croons and then just goes to admire her for a bit, as long as
  he can, resting his head on the ground.

Celie paces up and down the sands, muttering to herself. "Get away from her,
  Tivuketh...shardin' brown. Always looking at her."

T'al casts a glance at his dragon, who for now seems very busy doing silly
  things in the water. "Oh, Tivu is already harassing her? Can't be much
  longer, then..." And once again, looking around: "But where is Siara, shards
  and shells?"

Urieth> Macami just points at the sleeping Urieth. "Look at her. See how she's
  glowing? And sleeping. I bet the moment she wakes up she'll go up and blood.
  And I won't be here then. I'll see if I can find my weyrmate to steal her
  away. She might be on the beach." That said, she waves and strolls off, while
  Tivuketh remains behind.

Urieth> Macami walks over towards the center of the bowl.
Urieth> Macami has left.

Macami ambles over from the center of the bowl.
Macami has arrived.

Macami strolls onto the beach, looks around, sees Celie and quickly sees to it
  she's on her way again. Or at least she tries.

Urieth> Alenia looks from Areisth to Urieth,"I think we need to go for a bit
  Arei."


Urieth> Alenia heads north along the wall of the Bowl.
Urieth> Alenia has left.

T'al waves to Macami, obviously relieved. She can handle -her-, no doubt. He
  ambles toward her, grinning. "Hi there, Cami. What a beautiful day, eh?"

Celie mutters then turns on her heel as Macami approaches. "Keep him away from
  Urieth!" she snarls.

Mikel ambles over from the center of the bowl.
Mikel has arrived.

Macami stares dubiously at T'al, then rolls her eyes at the Weyrsecond. "Oh,
  come on! He's not doing anything. And once I've found Schmitt, we will be far
  far far away from here."

T'al clears his throat. "Would you happen to have seen Sia, by the way?" he
  asks Macami, hopeful.

Celie rolls her eyes. "I can't begin to express how grateful I am for that,
  Macami!"

Aeryn comes onto the beach from the field to the east.
Aeryn has arrived.

Macami shakes her head at the bluerider. "I am afraid not. Haven't seen her for
  days, T'al, sorry. Say hi to her for me." She simply ignores Celie and
  focuses on talking to the bluerider, so much safer. And nicer too.

K'ven walks over from the less sandy beach to the north.
K'ven has arrived.

T'al is nice, no problem. He grins gently at Celie, edging closer to Cami. "Oh,
  runnerturd. Well. I'll say hi... Where are you and Schmitt going, by the way?"

K'ven wanders over looking somewhat out of sorts and dazed. He ambles toward
  the group looking incredibly distracted about something or another.

Macami shrugs a bit and looks over her shoulder at the greenrider before
  turning back to T'al. She mutters to T'al, "... don't know. I... snarling
  beast ."  She looks over her shoulder again, then notices K'ven, and waves to
  him. "K'ven, are you a morning person?"

Celie hisses and kicks at the sand with her bare feet, having forgotten to put
  her sandals back on. "I wish they'd just go away and leave her alone!"

K'ven snaps out of whatever it was that he was dazing about to look at Macami
  with a questioning expression, "Wh- oh- morning person? Um... sometimes..."
  he answers warily.

T'al waves to K'ven and motions him other. Now they outnumber Celie 3 to 1.
  Much better.

Kiara has connected.

Macami strides over to K'ven. "No, seriously. I need to talk to a morning
  person. Someone who doesn't need to be kicked awake like a certain
  bronzerider."

K'ven smiles at Macami and shrugs, "Yeah, I guess I'm a pretty good morning
  person." He looks at the others curiously.

T'al frowns a bit. "what Bronzerider?" he asks Macami, failing to see the
  point, obviously. A quick glance is flicked at Celie now and then, just to be
  careful.

Keara has connected.

Celie gives Macami a hard stare. "Are you referring to my son?"

Kiara walks back out to the beach, nodding to a few of the familiar faces.
  "Someone had cut their thumb," she explains to one of the people she'd been
  talking in, before falling silent to listen.

Keara goes home.
Keara has left.

Urieth> Thoth lands carefully.
Urieth> Thoth has arrived.

Urieth> Atop Thoth, R'lain has left.
Urieth> R'lain nimbly climbs down Thoth's foreleg and lightly jumps to the
  ground.
Urieth> R'lain has arrived.

'.
Urieth> Thoth croons softly to Urieth as he backwings to a landing.

Urieth> R'lain walks over towards the center of the bowl.
Urieth> R'lain has left.

T'al waves to Kiara, grinning. "Did you make them pay?"

Urieth> Urieth is still sleeping. Too bad her rider isn't.

Macami pointedly ignores Celie and beams all over her face at K'ven. "That's
  excellent!" She rummages around in her pockets. "The Weyrleader has allowed
  me to fly with you, K'ven, if you will." She hands him a Sandstorm badge and
  a knot. "Someone who won't die when doing morning sweeps!"

R'lain ambles over from the center of the bowl.
R'lain has arrived.

Verdine comes onto the beach from the field to the east.
Verdine has arrived.

R'lain heads up the beach, obviously looking for someone.

Verdine slips over to the quieter northern beach.
Verdine has left.

In the water, Verdine wades into the water cautiously from the rockier beach to
  the north.
In the water, Verdine has arrived.

K'ven's awkwardly dazed face is washed over with a bright smile, "I'd be
  honored to ma'am!" he takes the patch and stares down at it.

Kiara shakes her head to the bluerider, "Nah, cuts are free. Though any
  bleeding is extra," she chuckles.

Celie is pacing up and down the beach, her pants soaked and coated with sand,
  her hair dishevelled and her mood rapidly deteriorating.

Speaking of Bronzeriders, T'al almost bounces when he spots R'lain. "Heya! Over
  here!" he calls happily, before pointing a discreet finger to Celie. Then, he
  turns to K'ven and proceeds to congrat him cheerfully. "Hey, nice going, lad!
  Show Cami how good we Blueriders are!"

R'lain catches sight of Celie and nods to T'al, angling in that direction.

Celie stops, mid-pace and just /glares/ at T'al. "He already knows, you
  dimglow!"

R'lain says "He didn't know I knew. Hello, love."

T'al blinks at Celie. "That Blueriders are good? Well, of course, who doesn't
  know that?" Whether he misunderstood on purpose or not is... unclear.

K'tyn has connected.

Macami salutes to K'ven, still beaming. "Welcome to Sandstorm, wingrider.
  Report to me in the morning, so we can assign you real quick. Your
  Wingseconds are F'gon and Tieren, and if you have questions, look for them or
  me of course."

Celie takes one look at R'lain and bursts into tears. "Where have you been?"

K'ven listens to Macami carefully, giving her a smile and a salute in return.
  "Thank you very much, I look forward to it... I think." he winks. Looking
  over at Celie who has just burst into tears he raises his brows curiously,
  "Umm..." is all he can say.

R'lain holds out his hands to Celie, but makes no move to approach, not knowing
  which mode she's in: 'Hold me' or 'Don't touch me.' "Sweeps, love. A
  sandstorm blew up, and that slowed us down."

Celie kicks at the sand with her bare feet. "Oh, its always sweeps. Sweeps,
  sweeps, sweeps! I hate sweeps!"

R'lain wrinkles his nose. "I'm not exactly fond of them myself. But they have
  to be done. And I'm here now."

Macami rolls her eyes again. "I think I better find my weyrmate /real/ quick
  now and see to it I leave Igen. See you in the morning, K'ven." She waves to
  all people but Celie and hurriedly takes her leave.

Celie shakes a finger at her weyrmate and splutters for a moment before tossing
  up her hands and stalking down the beach again. It takes her a few moments to
  regain her composure. "Well, you're just in time, love. When she wakes up,
  she goes."

Awww. T'al clears his throat. "Well... I think I'm not needed around," he
  mutters, unsure, once again casting a glance around the Bowl. Hmm. "Uh, well,
  have fun, Cami," is all he says.

K'ven holds a hand up in a wave to Macami, "Good night Macami." he says and
  peers around for Tzanth.

Macami leaves the beach, heading for the center of the Bowl.
Macami has left.

Urieth> Macami walks over from the center of the bowl.
Urieth> Macami has arrived.
Urieth> Macami adeptly climbs up to sit between Tivuketh's neckridges,
  strapping herself to her lifemate.
Urieth> Macami has left.
Urieth> Tivuketh tenses, then springs upwards.
Urieth> Tivuketh has left.



K'tyn wanders out of the water naked as the day he was born, Prometh following
  sulkily behind. "Hallo, folks!" he says easily, flopping down near his pile
  of clothes as he waits to dry off. He blinks at Celie. "When she wakes up,
  she goes?" he asks curiously--though one look at T'al and comprehension
  dawns. "Ah. Nevermind."

R'lain says "So soon?" He nods. "Faranth, I'm glad I came back as quick as I
  could.""

Urieth> Thoth heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds.
Urieth> Thoth has left.

Celie gives K'tyn a burning look. "Will you /please/ put some clothes on? Do
  you have any idea how distracting that is?"

Kiat grins unrepentantly. "My apologies, Celie. I'll get dressed as soon as I
  dry. Won't be long," he promises.

Kiara glances over to K'tyn, what girl wouldn't, before glancing away quickly
  and heading over to the new promoted bluerider, "Heya. I'm Journeywoman
  Healer Kiara," She says, as way of introduction.

Celie shudders and hugs her arms around herself, walking closer to R'lain now.
  "Yes, it is," she replies, as if she hadn't been distracted a moment ago.
  "She'll rise when she wakes, I'm sure. I hope. I'm about to fly apart."

R'lain reaches out and gently hugs Celie, risking her mood and possible wrath.

K'ven stares down at his patch for a long time and then looks up excitedly, to
  see Kiara, "Oh- heya! I'm K'ven, rider of blue Tzanth." he grins and holds a
  hand out to her, "Well met."

T'al nods to K'tyn. "Well, uh, yeah. Won't be much longer now. See ya, K'tyn,
  Kiara, K'ven, R'lain... Celie." With that, he turns to the lake, as Visquath
  trots out of the water, happily spraying water with his wings.

In the water, Visquath goes out onto the sand, spraying water.
In the water, Visquath has left.

Visquath comes out from the lake, spraying water.
Visquath has arrived.

K'tyn gets dressed slowly, indeed, as soon as his limbs are dry, he's dressed.
  "K'tyn, here. Rider of Prometh. But I think you knew that," he says affably.
  "Say T'al, where you off to?"

K'ven waves to T'al as he says a good bye to the lot of them.

Kiara ahs, "You're that cousin of Miranelle's, aren't you? I heard her talking
  about you back at the hall,"

T'al gathers the rest of his clothes and puts them on. "Trying to find Sia," he
  tells Kiat, a wrinkle of concern between his brows.

Celie buries her face in R'lain's shoulder, indulging in a brief moment of
  comfort.

R'lain hugs his weyrmate gently, lending as much of that comfort as he can.

 K'tyn nods, his lips twitching. "Well, I imagine I'll be in the Main Hall
  there, with brandy. You're all welcome to indulge with me," he offers.

K'ven grins happily at the mention of his cousin, "Yes, Miranelle is my cousin.
  How is she doing? Have you seen her lately?" he sounds fairly excited in
  meeting someone who knows someone who knows him.

Celie sobs for a moment, then pushes herself away and glares toward the main
  entrance, where Urieth sleeps. "Get away from her! Stop staring at her!"

Kiara nods, "Quite recently, yep. Just before I left the hall in fact which was
  only this morning," She chuckles, "She was talking about you I think. Or
  about herder hall, can't remember which,"

R'lain says "They can't help it, love. No more than she can."

T'al nods to K'tyn. "Hmm. Why not. I'll look for you if I can't find Sia." He
  addresses a brief nod at R'lain, a half-voiced "Good luck," and he's off.

T'al climbs on Visquath's gently offered foreleg, and vaults onto his neck,
  lovingly patting the soft hide as he settles comfortably between two
  neckridges.

T'al has left.
In the water, Prometh goes home.
In the water, Prometh has left.

Prometh backwings to land neatly.
Prometh has arrived.

Celie hisses and starts to head toward the entrance. "I'll make them stop! I
  will!"

You leave the beach and head for the center of the Bowl.

Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl(#802RJe)
Contents:
Mud field
Obvious exits:
LakeShore  Main Entrance  Weyrling Training Field  Feeding Grounds

You head over towards the field to the southeast.

Field outside the Main Entrance
Contents:
Urieth
Amylith(#14908JUVaes)
Healers' Herb Garden
Obvious exits:
Guest ledge  INFirmary  Main Entrance  Center of Bowl  Feeding Grounds
  Weyrling Training Field

R'lain walks over from the center of the bowl.
R'lain has arrived.

Aeryn walks over from the center of the bowl.
Aeryn has arrived.

Prometh lands carefully.
Prometh has arrived.

Celie stalks up from the beach and starts making shooing motions at the
  assembled male dragons. "Go away! Shoo!"

K'tyn climbs down from Prometh's neck.
K'tyn has arrived.

Prometh rumbles, amused. He's not leaving! He just got here.

Visquath lands carefully.
Visquath has arrived.

T'al dismounts swiftly, slides down Visquath's shoulder and lands neatly. He
  pauses to caress the Blue's neck, whispering a few loving words.

T'al has arrived.

Celie stubs her foot on a rock and yelps, grabbing at it. "Shards! I'm
  barefoot!"

R'lain puts out a hand to steady Celie before she can overbalance.

T'al heads for the living caverns, clean clothes on. He groans as he sees
  R'lain and Celie, as if they had followed him, and just flees into the
  caverns. She's R'lain's weyrmate, -he- deals with her.

T'al heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
T'al has left.

K'tyn winces, adjusting the carry-sack about his shoulder. "Can I assist?" he
  asks R'lain and Celie quietly.

Visquath settles on the ground, content. Not too far from Urieth, not too
  close. Perfect.

Celie bats her hands at her weyrmate, possibly the most abused male at the weyr
  this sevenday. "Don't do that! Where is Thoth?"

R'lain says "Waiting. He knows Urieth, love. And he's patient."

R'lain says "Not to mention devious in his old age."

Celie looks smug. "Oh, he knows Urieth all right. And you know me." She stands
  in front of the dragons, hands on her hips, bare feet slightly apart. "And I
  want all of these dragons /gone/!"

R'lain says "Celie, I love you more than life itself. But if you want someone
  to move them, don't look at me."

K'tyn smiles a bit, seeing he's not needed and turns to enter the Living
  Cavern. The sound of bottles clink in the carrysack as he goes --undoubtably
  that brandy he's been talking about.

K'tyn heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
K'tyn has left.

Dragon> Urieth senses that Visquath  , of course, is about as interested in
  Urieth as his Rider is uninterested in her Rider. << The winds are good,
  today, >> he says softly, yet intently. << I'll tame them. You'll tame them.
  Maybe we'll tame them together. >> Of course, he's not quite expecting any
  positive answer, but who cares?

Celie gives R'lain a hurt look. "Oh, I see how it is. Why don't you just follow
  K'tyn and go drinking with him? Forget about me until Urieth rises,eh?"

Mikel swoops out from inside the Weyr.
Mikel has arrived.

R'lain says "Because you're my weyrmate. And because I love you. And because,
  like Thoth, I TOO am patient and devious in my old age."

Celie snorts and waves a hand in the air. "Old age...you're four Turns younger
  than I am!"

R'lain says "But you look younger. And much prettier."

Celie rolls her eyes. "Don't flatter me, R'lain. Not now."

R'lain says "It's not just flattery, Celie. You know that. Part of it's Thoth,
  too."

Celie's eyes smoulder. "Which part of it is Thoth and which is you. I'm only
  interested in you, to be honest."

R'lain takes a step towards Celie. "The part that wants Urieth is Thoth," he
  murmurs. "The part than wants you is me."

Celie takes on a challenging pose. "Do you think Thoth is dragon enough for my
  Urieth? He /is/ slower, after all."

R'lain says "But patient." He smiles, taking another step. "And devious."
  Another step. "And he knows her..."

Visquath snorts. It almost sounds like a laugh of some kind.

R'lain glances up at Visquath. "And stronger than anyone who dares compete with
  him." Now THAT may be Thoth talking.

Celie glances behind her at the blue. Her face is flushed with suppressed
  excitement. She stands her ground, watching R'lain approach with an almost
  devious smile on her face. "Blues are faster, my love. Faster and more agile
  than your Thoth."

Konnevath lands carefully.
Konnevath has arrived.

Ranth lands carefully.
Ranth has arrived.

Siara slips down lightly from Ranth's back, pausing to caress him
  affectionately as he croons to her.
Siara has arrived.

Dragon> Igen dragons sense that Sooth bugles a greeting.

R'lain says "But blues get tired, love. Thoth won't."

Divya climbs down Konnevath's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds.
Divya has arrived.

Siara jumps down, casting a quick look over at Urieth and then hurrying into
  the cavern.

Siara heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Siara has left.

Visquath is just an innocent little Blue, you see. Fast, but sleeping, so far.
  Unless he's pretending, of course, or something like that.

Divya slides off her lifemate and smiles to the riders there. "High Reaches'
  duties to Igen and her Queens!"

Celie snorts and whirls on her heel as more dragons arrive. "Keep them away!
  Stay away from her!"

Ranth gives a relieved rumble and settles down to watch Urieth from a discrete
  distance.


Sooth lands carefully.
Sooth has arrived.

Lyree slides down Sooth's politely offered foreleg to the ground.
Lyree has arrived.

R'lain scans the dragons quietly. "Almost time."

Lyree takes two steps, spots Urieth, and groans. "Again?" Sooth just eyes the
  green adoringly.

Twig has arrived.

Urieth starts awake with an almost audible sounding snap. She lurches to her
  feet and hisses at the assembled males.


Ranth gives a positively lovesick croon as Urieth hisses so beguilingly, his
  eyes whirling faster.

Sooth eases out a soft crooon.

Celie gasps and turns toward Urieth, all of her thoughts and awareness suddenly
  centered on /her/.

Twig goes home.
Twig has left.

Konnevath rears back his head with surprise, then warbles admiringly to the
  green.

Prometh waits with the patience of a predator eyeing prey. When Urieth wakes,
  he tenses, knowing she'll leap upward and away.

R'lain reaches out a hand towards his weyrmate, then lowers it. Too late: it's
  started.

Lyree turns back, hurrying desperately to get new straps off before they get
  blood-soaked..

Lyree unbuckles Sooth's deep purple straps, letting them slide to the ground,
  then gathers them up in a orderly, if bulky bundle.

Urieth grumbles darkly, tail twitching ominously as she scans her suitors. She
  hisses again and gathers herself for the leap toward the feeding grounds.

Visquath opens one eye, then the other, innocence incarnated. It should be fun.

Urieth> You spring into the air of the Bowl.

Urieth tenses, then springs upwards.
Urieth has left.

Urieth> Over the Ground in the Igen Weyr Bowl(#769RLae)
Urieth> Obvious exits:
Urieth> Hatching Grounds  Weyrs  Up
Urieth> You swoop to the southwest and backwing to land in the Feeding Grounds.

Urieth> Feeding Grounds
Urieth> Contents:
Urieth> Thoth(#6198IJQaeps$)
Urieth> Obvious exits:
Urieth> Lakeshore  Center of Bowl  Main Entrance

Prometh tenses, then springs upwards.
Prometh has left.

Konnevath tenses, then springs upwards.
Konnevath has left.

Urieth> Prometh backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Urieth> Prometh has arrived.

Aeryn walks over towards the center of the bowl.
Aeryn has left.

Urieth> Aeryn hops over the northeastern part of the fence.
Urieth> Aeryn has arrived.

Urieth> Konnevath backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Urieth> Konnevath has arrived.

Urieth> Thoth crouches in the feeding grounds, muzzle already blood-spattered.
  It's probably cheating to start early, but then again, there are no rules in
  love and war. This qualifies as both. He rumbles menacingly at the new
  arrivals--save Urieth. Her, he croons to, low and urgent.

Visquath tenses, then springs upwards.
Visquath has left.

Urieth> Visquath backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Urieth> Visquath has arrived.

Sooth tenses, then springs upwards.
Sooth has left.

Urieth> Sooth backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Urieth> Sooth has arrived.

Ranth tenses, then springs upwards.
Ranth has left.

Urieth> Ranth backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Urieth> Ranth has arrived.

Urieth> Sooth follows the migration to the pens, patiently waiting for the
  vigorous hunting of the others to herb beasts in his direction. With an easy
  swipe, he's got a nice fat buck pinned down. Almost leisurely he clamps jaws
  on it, draining it of blood.

Urieth> Prometh absently swats a 'beast the ground, ignoring its bleating
  squeals as he fastens his mouth to the creature's neck and drains it dry.

Urieth> Urieth launches herself onto a fleeing herdbeast, snatching it up in
  her razor-sharp claws and snapping its neck with one quick twist. She lands
  on top of it, lowering her jaws and clamping them about the beasts neck. Her
  throat constricts as she begins to suck its lifes blood from the now-dead
  carcass.

Urieth> Konnevath's tail lands on a wherry hen guarding her nest when he
  touches down. He rumbles with pleasure at the easy kill, and bends his huge
  head down to lap hungrily at the oozing blood.

T'al walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
T'al has arrived.

Siara walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Siara has arrived.

Celie closes her eyes and clenches her fists, swaying slightly with
  concentration. "Blood. You know how to do this. Just blood."

Urieth> Thoth watches the others, eyes whorled red and violet, pulsating.
  Another low, ominous rumble, and he lashes out, almost contemptuously,
  shattering the neck of a herdbeast. He feeds, but not with the urgency of the
  others--the edge is off of his appetite. ONE appetite, anyway.

Concerto swoops out from inside the Weyr.
Concerto has arrived.

Urieth> Ranth does one leisurely turn around the feeding pen, showing off the
  purplish glint to his wings, and then suddenly skims down with terrifying
  speed, snatching up a fat beast and swinging it about until its neck snaps.

Divya manages to retain enough self-control to pass a tied hide to a passing
  young Rider, and tell him to give it to Harper Brendan before her attention
  is focused entirely on Celie.

Lyree looks around, aghast at her timing.. but what can you do. She hands the
  bundled straps into the keeping of a drudge, and turns her attention to
  Celie, and the other riders.

Urieth> Urieth tosses the drained carcass aside contemptuously. Her forked
  tongue flickers over her bloody maw, orange-tinged eyes surveying the
  panicked herd, looking for her next victim.

Urieth> Visquath intends to have fun; he'll start right now. Slicing that
  herdbeast's rump open and watching the creature run, mooing like its going to
  die -- which is the case, by the way -- is definitely not kind, but it's fun.
  And the blood! Who knows. Maybe Urieth will take off too soon, this time too?
  Let's not waste time. Visq pounces the dying bovine and starts drinking.
  Right from the rump, yeah.

R'lain's attention is locked on Celie. The hand comes up again, but it's more
  possessive and desiring this time--not comforting.

T'al drags Siara out of the cavern, stern. "W-whatever I say d-during /that/,"
  he stammers, "I won't mean it, S-sia." He shakes his head. "L-love you..."

Urieth> Long tongue flickering out to clean his bloody muzzle, Prometh settles
  in to watch Urieth--snaring a passing beast that flees in terror from another
  dragon only when it plows into him.

Urieth> Sooth gives the drained carcass a small toss, just enough to get it out
  of his sight, and he reaches out into another wave of panic-stricken
  creatures, this time capturing a shrieking bovine. Not particular, he slices
  a wide gash in its neck, and drinks.

K'tyn walks out from the Weyr
K'tyn has arrived.

Urieth> Konnevath finishes off the wherry blood, and rumbles with
  dissatisfaction. Not enough blood for his needs, not even close. His eyes
  begin to whirl with equal amounts of red and purple as he jumps up to stomp
  on a herdbeast and crush its backbone. He eagerly bites down into the jugular
  and drinks lustily.

Urieth> Ranth keeps the beast up in the air, letting the blood flow down over
  his muzzle, over his great neck, the red gleaming in contrast to the
  periwinkle of his hide. The beast is flung well outside the fence of the pen,
  and with the next, the blue gets down to serious business, sinking sharp
  teeth into hot flesh and gulping down blood.

Urieth> Urieth lashes out with one delicate foreclaw and rakes in her choice -
  a nice fat buck. Her hide seems to swell and catch on fire as she drinks,
  glowing with the intensity of a second sun.

Urieth> Thoth toys with this, his final kill. Serpentine tongue lashes out,
  lapping at the blood. At no time do his eyes leave the glowing Urieth.

Siara's attention is elsewhere now, on the pens. She drags her eyes back to
  him, her expression already dazed, "Okay..." she says vaguely.

Urieth> Sooth drops that carcass too, and bestirs himself to make a small hop
  for a third target. He pauses then, to croooooooons deeply to Urieth, then
  hurriedly empties that body too.

Divya edges around a transfixed bluerider to stand where she has an
  unobstructed view of Celie. She begins to breathe a bit faster herself and
  her eyes become heavy-lidded as she stares at the greenrider.

Urieth> Visquath squashes the now empty bovine under his claws, looking for
  another prey. A fat, juicy wherry runs by, trying to escape a big Brown. Too
  bad for the wherry, Visquath was here. He proceeds to slice the creature's
  throat open and drinks, red eyes whirling faster as they consider Urieth's
  elegant green shape.

Farlioth lands carefully.
Farlioth has arrived.

Miritha slides down Farlioth's leg to his bent knee, and drops to the ground.
Miritha has arrived.

K'tyn stumbles out, from the Cavern, stopping near the door to have a breath of
  fresh air. "Dizzy," he mutters. "Just dizzy."

Farlioth tenses, then springs upwards.
Farlioth has left.

Lyree catches herself starting to growl softly, and with an effort relaxes,
  twisting her shoulders and neck to loosen them up, without losing sight of
  Celie.

Urieth> Farlioth backwings to land in the grounds neatly.
Urieth> Farlioth has arrived.

R'lain's fingers brush Celie's shoulder. Once.

T'al flicks a glance at Siara, moaning. It's /bad/. He manages, somehow, to
  salute the latest arrival, muttering, "Visquath's duties..."

Celie brushes R'lain's hand aside, hissing faintly at the contact.

Urieth> Urieth lifts her muzzle again. She surveys her males. All of them come
  to take a chance. All of them come to make the attempt. She snorts
  derisively. None of them worthy. With a challenging roar, she launches toward
  the sky!

Miritha slides down her brown's side, mouth already quirking in a smile
  familiar to all who know her son. She strolls over to the knot of riders as
  Farlioth launches towards the feeding grounds, that smile broadening slightly.

R'lain's lips curl up.

Urieth> Konnevath finishes off the crushed herdbeast, and pushes the carcass
  aside with a shove from his tail. He stalks forward and deliberately traps a
  terrified bovine against the fence, before breaking its neck with one swipe
  of a giant claw. He bends down and lifts it high into the air, so the blood
  willl drain more easily in to his throat.

Urieth> Ever a light feeder, Prometh settles back to watch Urieth as she feasts
  upon the beast before her. Wings lightly spread, the flame of Benden fire
  echoes in the brilliant patches of orange along his wings as he waits,
  preparing for the moment for the launch!

Urieth> Thoth leaps into the air!
Urieth> Thoth has left.

Siara wraps her arms around herself, nodding a little to some internal, private
  dialogue, completely unaware for the moment of anyone else.

Urieth> You leap into the air!

Urieth> Over the Ground in the Igen Weyr Bowl(#769RLae)
Urieth> Contents:
Urieth> Thoth(#6198IJQaeps$)
Urieth> Obvious exits:
Urieth> Hatching Grounds  Weyrs  Up

Urieth> Farlioth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Urieth> Farlioth has arrived.

Urieth> Prometh flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Urieth> Prometh has arrived.

Urieth> Konnevath flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Urieth> Konnevath has arrived.

Urieth> Ranth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Urieth> Ranth has arrived.

Urieth> Visquath flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Urieth> Visquath has arrived.

Urieth> Sooth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Urieth> Sooth has arrived.

Urieth> Ranth launches himself into the air after Urieth with such spring its
  as if the ground itself has propelled him. A streamlined blue shape, he
  charges after her.

Urieth> Thoth coils, springs, launches. Two of the largest wings on Pern hammer
  back the air, forcing their owner upward, ever upward. Not so graceful as
  Urieth's form, but POWERFUL. His talons grasp at the air in front of him, as
  if they would tear it out of his path.

Celie's eyes open and follow Urieth's rise into the air, her face suffused with
  the joy of freedom, of escape at last!

M'val walks over from the center of the bowl.
M'val has arrived.

M'val saunters over, mouth an equally broad smile as he waves at Miritha - who
  does nod at him, somewhat distractedly. Riolth, up on his ledge, pokes his
  head over to look but does nothing else.

You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge.
Guest Weyr
Obvious exits:
Steps to bowl  Hallway

Urieth> Sooth springs up, quickly in the air but far behind anyway, somewhere
  around the front of the pack. Still, he veers a bit to the side, seeming more
  intent on climbing higher than in following that luscious tail through every
  dip and swerve.

R'lain comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
R'lain has arrived.

Urieth> Visquath flies and flies, wings curved elegantly in the wind. He
  quickly passes another Blue, crooning confidently, until he realizes that
  he's -still- holding his dead wherry in his claws. Great Shells. Never mind,
  he tosses the carcass at a passing Bronze, aiming his head. For the fun of
  it, of course.

Urieth> Konnevath drops the bovine and vaults into the air after Urieth with a
  single bound. His powerful wings push him higher and higher, allowing him to
  chase after the green comet leading the way.

Lyree comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Lyree has arrived.

M'val comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
M'val has arrived.

K'tyn comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
K'tyn has arrived.

Siara comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Siara has arrived.

Divya comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Divya has arrived.

M'val makes his way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
M'val has left.

Miritha comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Miritha has arrived.

R'lain follows Celie in, stumbling a bit. He leans up against the wall, close
  to her, almost daring anyone else to come closer.

T'al comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
T'al has arrived.

Siara rushes in, pushing aside anyone in her way as she dashes for her usual
  spot by the far wall.

Urieth> Silent as the wind, with only the creak of wing and sinew to mark his
  lift, Prometh arches into the sky angling for height. Muscles work smoothly
  beneath that taut hide as he strives to keep Urieth's gleaming tantalizing
  shape in sight.

Lyree settles in to her usual spot, against the wall near the door, leaning
  against it, arms crossed, apparently composed.

Urieth> Urieth gives a triumphant-sounding bugle as she soars in a diagonal
  line up from the feeding grounds, her lithe form rising with ease as her
  wings pump the warm, dry air over Igen's sands. The sun is just setting, the
  thermals are strong and powerful after a full day of heating. Now is a good
  time for a flight.

T'al keeps muttering under his breath, his glance flickering from the
  Greenrider to a certain Bluerider-- no wait, he's really looking at Celie. A
  rather dark expression on his face, he flops on the ground, in a corner.
  Leave him alone.

Divya watches the other riders get settled, then sits on the floor in a
  cross-legged position. This way she can show she is no threat to Celie, yet
  be able to look her fill. And let her imagination take flight along with
  Konnevath.

Celie stumbles toward her usual corner. Wall at her back, full view of the
  riders in front of her. Too bad she can't see them right now. Her eyes are
  focused elsewhere, glazed and distant as she soars with Urieth above the bowl.

Urieth> Thoth surges ahead, muscles coiling, relaxing, coiling again, as his
  wings beat a hymn of power into the wind. The setting sun covers his dark
  hide in blood, while his eyes are lambent pools of violet in the gathering
  dusk--pools trained on a still brighter blaze of green, above and ahead.

Urieth> Ranth answers Urieth's ringing cry, his own bugle vibrant with the joy
  of the chase, with the heat of desire that Urieth rouses in him. And yet,
  unrestrained as he seems, careful eyes watch the angle she takes, wings test
  the currents and he follows, reserving energy for now and remaining a bit
  behind.

Urieth> Sooth flies on gamely, bobbing uncertainly now and then in the
  less-familiar winds, but still gaining height and wingroom as the bulk of the
  dragons go chasing after every little spiral the green makes. And how she
  shines against the darkling sky! How brave! How stong and fleet!

Urieth> Farlioth strokes at the air steadily, unfazed by the younger dragons
  around him - not even Sooth, of his own siring. His wings stretch out into a
  little bit of a glide, as he follows Urieth with an almost leisurely air.
Urieth> Visquath follows steadily, all the winds behind him, all the joy ahead.
  Blue after green in the vaster blue of the skies, he thoughtfully licks his
  blood-soaked lips, as if trying to guess what the next move will be. But
  anyway, who cares. The winds are good, the green is beautiful, and it's a
  nice day to have fun.

K'tyn ambles in, drinking right from the flask of brandy in his hand. He
  smiles, somewhat sappily at Celie and leans against a patch of wall to watch
  her, to feel the fire of dragon heat course through him.

Siara stares at Celie, her brown eyes dark as her gaze bores into the
  greenrider, travelling over her form lasciviously. She sinks down to sit,
  knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around.

Lyree rolls her eyes at her dragon, and wishes she knew where he got that
  poetic streak. Still, her breathing is faster, and her skin aquires a sheen.

Urieth> Konnevath bugles a short warning to the other males, then happily
  accepts the challenge. He is full grown, and has learned much about greens
  over the last few chases. For now, he is content to keep her squarely in his
  sights, waiting for the blues to tire and permit him to show how much
  stronger he is than them.

R'lain remains standing, hands clenching and opening...not unlike claws. The
  center and the totality of his world is Celie, and the chase which is taking
  place high above.

Urieth> Prometh curves upward, spiralling on the strong winds. Once unfamiliar,
  these winds, they are like old friends as he slowly and steadily gains the
  position of height that he seeks, Urieth's glowing green shape a temptation
  that draws him as surely as a wave to the shore.

Miritha settles against a stretch of her own wall, with the same broad smile on
  her face. The pose, as she leans against the wall, is as casual as Farlioth's
  appearance, but her eyes have an intensity to them that gives the lie to the
  relaxed lok, as she watches Celie.

Urieth> Urieth banks to the right, following the line of Igen's outer rim in a
  wide arch, soaring almost leisurely for her. Her wings pump once, twice then
  fold back slightly as she begins to pick up speed.

T'al doesn't look up, no. He goes on muttering; his hands are trembling a bit.
  Breath in, breath out. Maybe the old concentration exercise will help. If
  only Celie -- Urieth? -- wasn't so achingly close, so achingly far away...

Urieth> Thoth banks, not quite precisely mirroring Urieth's course. He takes it
  slightly wider in order to catch the updraft he knows is there. A bit of
  distance for more height: a good trade, and now the chase resumes in earnest.
  His wings pound relentlessly, without respite: he WILL fly these impudent
  youngsters into the ground, if he must.

Urieth> Sooth coninutes to climb, even as her arcs around to follow Urieth's
  general direction. Red-gold sunlight gilds the highlights into a setting for
  his sapphire hide. Fortunately she's taking it easy, and he's managed to
  actually climb above her now. Of course, he a fair ways back, but that will
  likely change. For now he's content to level off, and feast on the beauty
  that is she.

Urieth> Ranth follows, a blue shadow against the dying light of evening as his
  body shifts in response to the dip of his wings that carry him right as they
  skirt the perimeter of the Weyr. As he holds that line, the familiar warm
  currents lift him gently and speed him along. All very civilized. So far.

Urieth> Visquath isn't tiring, not yet, not as long as the winds will help him.
  He follows Urieth faithfully, banking when she banks, even mimicking the way
  she folds her wings slightly to gain velocity. Inefficient, but fun.
  Dangerous, too; the Rim is a bit too close.

Celie's chest heaves with exertion, almost as if it is /her/ body which strains
  to escape the pursuing males far above them. She closes her eyes,
  perspiration dotting her forehead and cheeks. Her lip curls slightly as one
  of the riders gets too close to her.

Urieth> Prometh is no youngster, and well used to the guile of Telgar greens,
  he settles into position--well above the main pack of dragons and somewhat to
  the rear as he follows Urieth's rise and curve about the bowl with darkly
  whorled purple eyes. The target is sighted; tis but a matter of time.

R'lain is most likely that rider; he's been drifting closer, seeing how far he
  can dare...

Siaras' fists are clenched, murmuring aloud her counsel to her lifemate. Wait.
  Watch. Keep alert. Yet she herself seems not to have that control as she
  rises to her knees, still staring at Celie, edging closer.

Urieth> Konnevath folds one wing in, to match Urieth's turn. The orange
  highlights in his wingsails reflect the setting sun, and the shadows of the
  Rim add dapples to the color. His wings are tireless, and he uses a wind eddy
  to literally leap over a visiting blue.

K'tyn slides down the wall, flask landing with a thud on the hard floor.
  Carelessly, he ignores it--cracked though it may be. "Hot," he mutters,
  slipping out of shirt and jacket. "Too hot."

Urieth> Farlioth curls out into the air above the desert itself, catching a
  slight breeze that lends him speed and even a little height before he has to
  work again. Always, he watches Urieth, not the other dragons, paying them no
  heed and her all the attention due a rising green.

Urieth> Urieth soars with ever-increasing speed, straight for the rocky
  projections of Igen's Star Stones. She roars a challenge to the hapless
  watchdragon as she passes, seeming almost to delight in his draconic
  expressions of desire and longing. With another cry, she dips down quickly
  and heads straight for the sandy floor of the desert, pulling up at the last
  minute to soar over the dunes.

Urieth> Thoth knows the stones, knows the winds, and he gambles, cutting it
  close--very nearly too close. One massive talon skims the air above the
  watchdragon's head, and scores the very tip of the tallest stone, with a
  spray of sparks. An inch from disaster...but now it's past, and he drops
  down, descending on the green. HIS green.

Celie strikes out blindly toward R'lain and whoever else happens to be near,
  fingers flexing into claws. "Stay back!" she hisses. "You're too slow!"

R'lain takes a step back. A single step, only. "You have to rest sometime," he
  replies.

Urieth> Ranth follows the wrenching course Urieth sets, past the treacherously
  sharp peaks, down at breakneck speed nearly slamming into the sands and then
  up at a sharp angle as she heads over the dunes. The wind whistles past as
  his wings move sharply to readjust with each move Urieth makes. Another
  challenging bugle drifts over the sand, but after that he's quiet, saving
  energy for he knows there's more to come.

Urieth> Sooth doesn't waste breath on an answer to her challenge, neither does
  he follow her down towards the sandy sea below. He bides his time for now,
  ducking once as Prometh drifts a bit too close. He maintains his height, even
  climbing a bit more, and follows her out over the dunes, following her lovely
  beacon.

Lyree leans harder against the rock, eyes glittering a bit.

Urieth> Konnevath dives down after Urieth, but at a slower pace. He knows
  she'll pull up in time, that she is more manuerverable than he is. Since his
  angle is more gentle, he can easily correct his course when she skims the
  dunes, and answers her challenge with a croon of love and desire.

Siara grabs her long hair, pushing it away, although the wind that blows it
  into her face exists only in the flight she shares with Ranth,
  "Careful....careful..." she winces.

Urieth> Visquath barrel over the Rim and dives, straightforward manoeuvre, but
  worth it. On this side of the Weyr, the downdrafts along the rocky walls are
  strong; he uses them, tame them, thrown toward the ground at a dangerous
  speed. Still, it's fun: he swivels to an horizontal position, spraying sand
  as he almost hits a dune, and passes two competitors at a terrifying speed.
  Woohoo!

Urieth> To fall from his hard-earned position, or not? It is a difficult
  dilemma as Urieth flirts with the winds and sands. He circle above the
  stones, then angles into a steep dive to gain speed and proximity to the
  fleeing green, at a loss of some, but not all of his hieght.

Urieth> Farlioth had already swung a little wide, outside the rim; he takes the
  green's move out with a quick bank back out of his turn to follow her instead
  of the rim. Unlike Urieth, he doesn't dip down, staying higher in the air and
  in fact climbing a little. He answers Ranth's bugle with one of his own, a
  confident sound to match the stronger sweep he's given to his wings.

Dragon> Sooth bespoke Flight with << Who was 'to fall .. or not?' Prometh? >>
Dragon> Prometh bespoke Flight with << Aye, that was me! >>

Miritha takes a step forward from the wall, towards Celie, then another; not so
  close as R'lain, but with a steadiness that, as she halts and resumes her
  rather casual pose, radiates confidence and familiarity.

Urieth> Urieth darts like an arrow over the dunes, the setting sun casting long
  shadows behind her as she leads her chasers toward the open desert. She pumps
  her wings once, nearly brushing the sand with them as she seeks to gain more
  altitude. Her eyes fold into slits, the craftiness of more than 20 Turns
  coming to light in her desperate attempts to escape.

Urieth> ...and here she comes. Thoth's wings begin to hammer more quickly, and
  he rises, though not as quickly as the lower Urieth. Now, he's striving for
  position, tracking her as she rises.

Urieth> Ranth flies with long, steady strokes of his wings, the last golden
  light bringing out the gold glints in the blue. He takes this part slow,
  falling a bit behind, not all the way, but he's not even trying to be first
  in the pack chasing right now. Still saving strength for the inevitable
  tricks to come.

Celie laughs at R'lain, the sound high-pitched, almost hysterical. "You think
  you know everything, don't you?"

R'lain's smile is unwavering. "Enough," he murmurs, in a low voice. "Enough."

Urieth> Farlioth is also still above, behind Urieth and only a little behind
  Thoth as well. He, too, strives forward rather than up, as the green rises
  towards the two males.

Urieth> Sooth puts some more effort into his wingbeats, this one isn't wasting
  precious strength on silly play. Still lengths above, and now off to the
  right of the main body of the flight, he sets himself to close some ground on
  the vision of loveliness he pursues.

K'tyn watches Celie, Miritha, and R'lain as they circle around one another
  through half-closed eyes. Drugged with alcohol and dragon-fired lust, he
  seems lost in some inner realm beyond this small weyr.

Siara looks over, a look of deep irritation crossing her normally pretty
  features. "Stop -talking-" she snaps at R'lain.

Urieth> Some have youth, and some have experience; Visquath has both, Faranth
  bless him. Too bad he lacks stamina. He pants as he pulls up, exactly in
  Urieth's trail, as if making a game of it. The prize is pretty much worth it
  anyway, and Visquath, concentrated on Urieth's tail, pumps his mighty wings,
  steady, steady. Panting.

Urieth> Konnevath drops just a bit more, staying above Urieth and watching her
  shoulders to see which way she'll dart next. His large body casts a shadow
  over her, protecting her from the heat of the sun as he wants to protect her.
  His eyes rapidly whirl a deep violet-purple as he croons his desires aloud to
  her.

R'lain's teeth bare in what could very well be called a snarl...though he
  doesn't waste time turning his attention to Siara.

Lyree continues to watch Celie exclusively, though the lack of focus implies
  it's the green she's seeing, out there over the sands.

Miritha slides a half-step forward as Siara and R'lain distract each other, a
  sweet, dangerous smile on her face and a bright light in her eyes.

T'al opens his eyes, compelled, looking at Celie like she's a mermaid of some
  kind-- well, that is, she does seem to interest him a lot. Siara, was she
  here mentally, might not appreciate the light in his eyes as he considers the
  Greenrider, though.

Divya stays right where she is. Let the other riders anger Celie and get hurt.
  She'll stay at a safe distance, and move in over the others' bleeding bodies
  when it is time.

Urieth> Urieth turns suddenly upward, banking hard in a vertical turn that
  strains to the left. She lets out a challenging roar, glancing behind her for
  the first time at her suitors. Clumsy males! Try that!

Urieth> Prometh darts downward, a garishly bright bronze figure limned in the
  bright light of the Igen sun. Deliberately, he pushes his way into the pack,
  trying to scatter his foes and leave the prize for his outstretched claws and
  hooked tail. Perhaps intentionally, and perhaps now, he veers into Visquath,
  jostling the young blue.

...oh, but isn't it worth the risk? R'lain certainly seems to think so,
  hovering there close enough to Celie to feel her heat...and for her to feel
  his.

Urieth> Sooth oh dears. Well, she certainly moved up. Unfortunately, she also
  moved away. Darn it all. He tucks in one jewel-bright wing to turn fairly
  sharply towards her new course, and puts some more work into climbing again
  too. This one is too clever by half. Still, she may appreciate his wings when
  she tires. A soft croon of desire escapes him as he labours.

Urieth> Thoth TORQUES his tail to the right, hard, in a maneuver he's practiced
  many times over the years--a maneuver designed to overcome his size and lack
  of maneuverability. His body snaps left, not as tight as Urieth's, but
  sharply--and dangerously close to Farlioth, to boot. Thoth doesn't seem to
  care--let others get out of HIS way.

Urieth> Konnevath bugles in triumph, and pumps his wings hard to gain altitude.
  Luckily he was high enough to make matching that easy, but he lost precious
  distance on that left turn. He makes his own turn with less grace and nearly
  rams another male dragon, but avoids the collision. His wings work twice as
  hard now, letting him get closer to the green star that lights up the sky.

Urieth> Ranth has been waiting for this and suddenly surges forward, his
  compact body slipping through the gaps left by clumsy browns or less agile
  blues, wings wrenching violently to lift him sharply upwards as such speed
  that his movement creates a bluish blur. Unable to so much as rumble, all
  energy, all focus on Urieth, Urieth who he's wanted for so long.

Celie opens her eyes and turns her blazing orbs onto R'lain. He's so close
  she's almost nose to nose with him. "Clumsy /and/ slow," she taunts.

Siara is suddenly on her feet, straining on her toes, stumbling forward a
  little, into the riders nearby.

Urieth> Visquath tries, and would succeed, of course -- maybe -- wasn't it for
  a big clumsy Bronze that suddenly appears in his way. Visquath snarls and
  makes a bone-wrenching move to swirl to the left, but can prevent Prometh
  from jostling him. He falters, his rhythm broken, his hopes betrayed, and
  loses a precious number of feet before he manages to find the ascending eddy
  that might help him catch up with the others. Perhaps...

Urieth> Farlioth was always the most daredevil of several clutches, with turns
  more worthy of a blue than a brown: he responds to Urieth's challenge with a
  tight, dangerous turn of his own, though he has as yet little need to go up.
  He does add a few strokes to keep a bit of a height advantage over Thoth.
  This tight a turn, this close a flight, so dangerous a pair of moves by him
  and Thoth: almost, bronze and brown foul each other's wing, but the smaller
  brown is more experienced even than the bronze. Farlioth's grab at height
  keeps him a bare winglength above, safely out of range. He snarls warning and
  pours yet more strength into speed.

Urieth> Prometh may not have the agility of a smaller dragon, but what he lacks
  he makes up for in strength and mass and sheer stubborness. Bronze barge,
  he's been called -- perhaps bronze battering ram may be more accurate as he
  echoes Thoth's move, angling more sharply after Urieth. Mouth open, he hisses
  menacingly at a nearby blue to get ::out:: of his way.

Urieth> Thoth answers Farlioth's threat with one of his own. Then, there's no
  more breath for threats. The brown and the bronze are neck and neck, and now
  it's power that matters. And power is one thing Thoth has in abundance.

T'al snarls, litteraly. "That's /not/ fair!" he exclaims, darting a murderous
  look at K'tyn. Funny; he doesn't often speak clearly during Flights.

R'lain simply smiles at his weyrmate (at Urieth), leaning in (wings beating...)
  closer...(closer still...)

Miritha edges a little closer, too, until she's nearly beside R'lain. She's yet
  to look away from Celie, not even at this too-close rival.

Lyree continues to prop up the wall with quiet determination. Besides, it's
  blessedly cool by comparison.

Urieth> Urieth climbs upward once again, not as high as before but enough to
  clear Igen's bowl walls once again. She soars over the Rim this time, her
  tail smacking the stones and sending debris flying down the walls to the
  ground below. Several riders who happen to have weyrs along this portion of
  the bowl are suddenly beseiged by falling rocks and scramble for cover.
  Undaunted, Urieth dips downward toward the lake.

K'tyn laughs, a low dark sound as he looks over at T'al, fire in his eyes.
  "Flights are never fair. Life is not fair." He reaches for his flask and
  lifts it, growling angrily at its broken bottom. Tossing it aside, he regains
  his feet and glares about the room.

Urieth> ...and towards the lake Thoth goes, too. Urieth is tiring now. Time to
  end this game. Time to be rid of the brown nuisance who somehow holds ground
  with him. Time to win what he wants, must have, WILL have.

Urieth> Sooth breathes a sigh of relief as she dives again, returning him his
  height advantage. He calmly considers the massive tangle of browns and
  bronzes below, threatening to keep him from the green he desires so deeply.
  He banks to the left, now crossing above most of the males, to put himself
  off to her left, above and behind, worshipful.

Urieth> Well, it's no longer fun. Visquath sets for an angry, punishing pace,
  as he veers and swirls along with the winds, already -- almost -- catching up
  with the last dragons, along the walls, above the rim, toward the lake. Of
  course, he knows she'll eventually go up, but who cares, really. -She-'s down
  there, tantalizing, and this Blue aims for her like there's nothing else in
  the world. Pant, pant.

Urieth> Ranth suddenly finds small pebbles and chunks of dirt raining over him
  and he momentarily falls back, losing his prime spot to a large brown.
  Shaking off the debris, and with visible effort he lifts himself, propels
  himself forward and then downwards once more, following tantalizing Urieth
  towards the lake.

Urieth> Konnevath skims the Rim, barely missing a couple of rocks with his
  belly. He keeps his tail high, using it as a rudder to aid in his pursuit of
  the green. He glides down toward the lake, but is fully aware that the green
  is not out of tricks yet. His powerful wings move him closer and closer to
  her, yet not close enough to entwine his neck with her and /prove/ his love.

Urieth> Farlioth pulls his wings in as Thoth drops, to keep pace with the
  younger bronze. Slimmed thus, his drop turns half into a dive, following
  after Urieth as always. Just above the green's height he pulls out of it,
  turning the momentum of the drop into forward speed to catch up to her, dark
  wings fully extended again.

Urieth> Urieth skims the lake, sending the late afternoon swimmer scattering in
  all directions. With a powerful upstroke, she spirals upwards, up and up and
  up, almost in a straight line. Her lithe form is brilliant against the
  growing night sky, the twin moons setting her hide aglow as they make their
  way up across the starry expanse.

Urieth> Behind and a bit above Urieth and her closest persuers, Prometh
  shatters the air with a massive bellow--a boulder flying backward from the
  rim's edge catching him on the belly. Anger fuels him now, and with wingbeats
  thrusting him through the air, he gains hieght again above the glittering
  lake that reflects so blindingly in his eyes.

T'al mutters a rather insulting word, probably aimed at K'tyn. But the
  Bluerider, dazed, doesn't seem to mind that much, now. He's breathing fast.

Urieth> Thoth comes out of his descent slightly above Farlioth. That loses him
  half a dragonlength...but here comes Urieth again, up and up and up, and here
  goes Thoth in pursuit...and now the pair are almost right back wto where they
  were before. If Thoth had time or attention for anything besides Urieth, he
  might be incredulous. This brown *dares* to try to match him? To pace him? To
  take what is his?

Urieth> Ranth doesn't make the steep ascent, not yet. He bides his time,
  catches his breath and wings gently over the lake, rising slowly upwards to a
  point somewhere below Urieth, getting ready to charge in whatever direction
  the unpredictable course takes next. There is admiration, deep admiration as
  his eyes fix on the most seductive green Igen Weyr has ever known, the only
  one to ever lead them on a chase so diverting.

Siara sways on her feet, staggering dizzily back and then forward, suddenly
  clutching her head and gasping for air. "Too hard..."

Urieth> Farlioth tilts his wings back to gain height. A winglength higher than
  Urieth was, he hasn't quite so far to go as he begins the furious-paced
  wingbeats that regain airspace so quickly. The spiral he uses is tight, not
  as tight as the green's by far, but not one to maintain for very long at all,
  for a brown...or a bronze. And yet he does, following up after the green and
  with Thoth still yet so close, so irritatingly close.

Celie is panting with the effort, as well, eyes fluttering shut as she starts
  to shake with the stress. She's getting tired.../Urieth/ is getting tired.

Urieth> Konnevath bugles and rises quickly into the night air, catching a
  thermal rising from the warmed waters of the lake. He uses his whole body,
  not just his wings, to chase after the green love of his life. Moonlight
  reflects off his faceted eyes, and the velvety night sky swallows up his
  protective shadow.

Urieth> Visquath doesn't dive too low -- maybe he's just too tired? -- which
  does proves helpful as Urieth spirals up, a candle of green under the
  moonlight. With a determined snarl, Visquath veers upwards, flying on, flying
  high, unmindful of his sore muscles, unmindful of anything but Urieth. If
  only he could catch up with Prometh, just him...

R'lain stands, still as a statue, but a light sheen of sweat dots his brow,
  too. Few dragons on Pern can match Thoth for strength, but he's been matching
  a green turn for turn since the beginning of the Flight. Even the largest
  bronze muscles have limits.

Miritha edges even with R'lain, elbow cocked towards him as though to jab him
  though she makes no such move. That intensity in her eyes is more bright,
  more focused yet.

Lyree finally steps forward, as she/Sooth senses the time is drawing near.

 Urieth> Straining against the cross winds, Prometh follows Urieth up, powering
  after her. He's close now, on the tails of Thoth and Farlioth. Brown and
  bronze, a wall before him that seems unbreachable. Red coils whorl through
  the dark purple of his eyes--he'll not be denied! With another blast of
  sound, he finds the strength from somewhere to pull even with them, even as
  he rises above the pair of male dragons before him.

Divya rises slowly, but doesn't walk any closer to the panting greenrider. Her
  own eyes are alight with desire, and a light sheen of sweat is on her brow.
  Her forgotten flight jacket is at her feet, and her hands are clenched into
  fists as she fights the urge to take Celie in her arms.

Urieth> Sooth eases up considerably at this last tactic of Urieth's, even so he
  closes rapidly on her, both vertically and horizontally. By a quirk of fate,
  her path leaves his path to her almost completely unblocked.

T'al tries to get up, fails. It's too hard for him too, it would seem. He
  gathers his knees between his arms, watching -someone-, repeating under his
  breath a name that is not Siara's.

Urieth> Urieth seems to suddenly deflate in mid-air. Her rapid ascent stops as
  her wings falter and shake. Fatigue suddenly sets in, gripping her wings and
  entire body with an awesome shudder. She creels, losing altitude as she
  extends her wings to catch a well-timed thermal over the bowl. The males are
  so close, so close...

Urieth> Farlioth, in so tight a circle still, rises a little higher, a little
  higher, straightening out abruptly right underneath and to one side, still
  rising. He reaches, as he rises, with tail and neck and the lift of each
  wing, to reach Urieth, seeking desperately to beat Thoth's likely-similar
  moves on the other side...still too close for Farlioth's comfort, is the
  bronze.

Urieth> Sooth crooooooons, deeper and louder now, as she seems to fall into
  herself, and incidentally, down. He folds his wings mostly in, dropping
  rapidly and gaining speed at the same time, arcing to converge with her. As
  he falls, neck and arms stretch out to hold her, to support her, to save her.

Urieth> ...there. THAt is what he's been waiting for...what he's learned by
  watching her, sharing her ledge, flying with her all these years. Thoth
  surges forwards towards the thermal he knows so well. His neck and tail snake
  out...not at where Urieth *is*, but where the thermal will take her, where
  she HAS to wind up...

Urieth> Ranth finds himself in just the right place, not having forced himself
  upward at Urieth's last steep ascent. He angles himself just below as she
  slowly slips downwards, her lovely wings tired at last, but oh what a chase
  it was. He spreads out his own wings, a magnificent blue-purple canopy to
  cradle and support her as he rises upwards to meet her.

Urieth> Almost too late, Prometh nearly overshoots Urieth as she suddenly stops
  rising --Her creel for support urges him forward and down, and down he goes,
  tail and neck and wings ready to tangle and twine.

Urieth> Visquath is faltering as well. Too much is too much, even for the most
  valiant of Blues. There's just one last thing he can do, and that's... yes,
  barreling into an updrafts, wings spread to catch it, then thrusting his
  lithe body toward Urieth in a desperate attempt to catch her while she falls
  -- oh, he wouldn't let her fall, would he? Neck and tails are outstretched;
  it's crazy, it can't work, but...

Siara strains forward, breathing hard, hair plastered to her forehead with
  sweat, arms seeking to brush aside anyone who stands between her and Celie.

Urieth> Konnevath is ecstatic at this change of events. He draws breath to
  bugle his triumph, but instead croons gently to the exhausted green. He is
  sure she wants a new brown to cuddle her and protect her this time, not the
  dragons she knows so well. He reaches out with his neck and tail to try and
  catch her falling body, manuevering as best he can in tight quarters.

Lyree takes several rapid steps forward now, a twinge of worry underlying the
  .. well.. lust, on her face.

K'tyn turns toward the greenrider, arms outstretched as he too tries to be the
  one to pull her from her suitors.

T'al stops breathing. With a strange calmness, he wipes sweat off his forehead,
  finally managing to get up. The glance he's casting as Celie is loving and is
  hateful. Siara's too close. Pain.

R'lain's eyes widen, totally glassy. He whispers one word, barely audible,
  totally unaware: "...enough."

Divya finally moves closer, snarling at a couple of Riders who get in her way
  as she reaches out to Celie, mentally begging her to take that last pair of
  steps in her direction.......
.
Urieth> Urieth snarls as her wings are suddenly entangled from above. The
  thermal does what thermals do best - lifting her up and into the waiting
  wings of he who knows her best...Her snarl turns to a low-voice croon of
  longing as Thoth wraps himself about her protectively.

T'al sighs. Just sighs. His shoulders are shaking.

Urieth> Konnevath screams his rage and disappointment, and dives for the bowl
  floor.

Urieth> Ranth falls like a stone from the sky, creeling with misery.

R'lain's composure finally breaks. With a low, hoarse cry, he takes the last
  step forward to Celie.

Urieth> with a snarling hiss, Prometh peels off and pulls away from Thoth and
  Urieth, turning for the bowl and the comfort of his rider.

Lyree stops abruptly, then gives herself a small shake, worry and other things
  fading away. With a small sound, she backs away, then turns to leave.

Urieth> Ranth flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Urieth> Ranth has left.

Lyree makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
Lyree has left.

Divya bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as she sees R'lain take Celie in
  his arms. She whirls and dashes out to the bowl.

Divya makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
Divya has left.

Urieth> Konnevath flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Urieth> Konnevath has left.

Miritha yanks herself away in a sharp turn, elbow brushing against R'lain, a
  touch almost too light to even be noticed.

K'tyn takes a deep breath, laughs once shortly, and leaves.

K'tyn makes his way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
K'tyn has left.

Siara gasps, horrified and then turns, fleeing, not caring who she tramples.

Siara makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
Siara has left.

Urieth> Prometh flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Urieth> Prometh has left.

Celie gasps suddenly and sudden coherence slams back into her eyes. They widen
  as the flight takes its natural course and her knees buckle as the stress
  flows out of her.

Urieth> Boameth glides down cautiously.
Urieth> Boameth has arrived.

Urieth> Boameth flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Urieth> Boameth has left.

Urieth> Visquath closes his eyes as two dragons, not one, fall past him.
  Doesn't matter. He fought valiantly. Gliding down, gliding away, he's drifts,
  just drifts.

Urieth> Sooth creeels somewhat himself as that dratted brown beats him to her
  side. A small change in tragectory and he's soaring back towards the Weyr.

Urieth> Farlioth lets out an exhausted creel and drops away, as his bronze
  rival succeeds where he has failed.

Miritha makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
Miritha has left.

R'lain cathes Celie, cradling her in his arms, holding her close to him, so
  close...


The various losers leave the guest weyr and the night continues on as expected from here...

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