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Flattery Will Get You Everywhere


Date:  February 18(?), 1997
Place:  Igen Weyr's Main Beach
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  Here's a quick, fun scene. :)  K'tyn, Jazmin, Aphrael, 
and Kassima head to Igen Weyr to Search the hapless Jiriel (though 
they think they're just going to relax on a warm beach).  Kassi picks
up a young man named Sancot while she's at it--he's destined to become
one of Thunderbolt's NPC riders; guess which. ;)  But before they can
get them all back to Benden, Kiat and Kassi find themselves engaged in
a duel of flattery fit to thoroughly confuse the hapless new 
Candidates.

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The Log:

You backwing for a landing on sands of the bowl.

<*> Chaeth warbles to the dragons arriving.

<*> K'nan follows her over, glancing up long just in time to wave to the
arriving dragons. Veyath croons softly in greeting to the two males and
Lysseth.

<*> Emlyn squats to deal with a sprout of green. She looks up at the
arriving dragons and lifts her free hand in greeting.

<*> Prometh rumble-snorts, nearly sneezing a greeting to Lysseth,Veyath and
Chaeth. "Heya, all," K'tyn waves.

<*> Lysseth rumbles a wholly non-sneezed greeting to the various dragons,
folding her wings at her sides as Kassi waves to all and sundry. "Evening,
K'nan, Jazmin, Kiat, Emlyn, dragons, all."

<*> From Chaeth's back, Jazmin waves, "Chaeth and I are going for a fly to
stretch, anyone wanna come?"

<*> Seated upon Prometh, K'tyn looks ready to go somewhere. "Jazmin, that
sounds like a fine idea! How about....a beach?"

<*> Emlyn can't imagine that she's included in an invitation to lark around
Pern adragonback, so goes back to getting the bits of the weed that broke
off when she tried to pull the whole clump at once.

<*> From Chaeth's back, Jazmin grins and nods, "That's what I was thinking,
I mean there's no sense in doing our workout to somewhere cold and dreary."

Kassima nods agreement. "Just got off of sweeps, but Lyss and I aren't
nearly tired enough to stay weyrbound for the rest of the day yet. A beach
sounds fine, so long as 'tis nay Boll." She grins wryly. "I've had quite
enough of Boll the last sevenday... how about Ista? Or Igen? Been a span
since I've seen either of those."

<*> From Chaeth's back, Jazmin considers, "I think Igen.. I dont think my
old joints are up for humidity today."

<*> Seated upon Prometh, K'tyn peers over the other side of Prometh. "Say,
Emlyn. Too bad y'canna come with. But don't worry! I am sure that won't be
too long a wait. You'll be free soon enough." He grins engagingly.

<*> Seated upon Prometh, K'tyn says "Igen it is, then! Ready?"

Kassima comments, "That sounds like a fine idea t'me. Might have a chance
of spotting a friend at Igen, but I only know a very few folk from Ista...
aye, ready whenever you are!" She lowers her goggles back down, taking hold
of the riding straps.

<*> Prometh takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry
him aloft.

<*> Lysseth springs from the ground, the air from her wings churning up
dust as she takes to the skies.

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

<*> Chaeth rises up from the bowl.

<*> Prometh flies up and out of the bowl.

The rim of the bowl falls away from you and you soar into the open skies.

<*> Prometh disappears into Between.

<*> Lysseth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Prometh warble-rumbles to Prefeth, already moving determinedly toward
the sandy beaches that gleam below.

<*> Prometh furls his wings slightly.

<*> Prefeth bugles to the other two dragons as they emerge from between,
tilting his wings and heading downwards.

<*> Prefeth furls his wings slightly.

<*> Lysseth bugles a greeting to Prefeth as she emerges, extending her
wings in a lazy glide as her rider peers down to admire the view. Once
Kassi's gotten her eyeful, the green folds her wings and dives down.

You furl your wings slightly to glide lower into the Bowl.

<*> Prometh trumpets a greeting to the watchriding pair as he sails past.

You carefully wing lower into the Bowl.

You wing northwest to land at the Main Beach.

<*> K'tyn slides down Prometh's fiery bronze flank to come to rest on the
ground. Prometh swings his head around to regard his lifemate gently.

<*> Aphrael climbs down from Prefeth's neckridges with practised ease,
reaching up to give her lifemate a thankful scritch as the blue dragon
crooons.

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

Chaeth backwings to land neatly.

Jazmin slides off Chaeth to land on the ground.

Aphrael grins and glances around. "Well, I'm sure glad to be somewhere a
bit warmer.."

K'tyn starts pulling of his riding gear in haste, kicking it into a pile
near his feet. "Gods! This is /just/ what I needed!"

Jiriel stops in the middle of pulling his boots off, and stares open
mouthed at the dragons alighting around the beach. He scrambles to his
feet, dusting off sand. "Er, good day..." He lets the boot drop to the ground.

Kassima vaults off of her dragon's neck as soon as the green has skidded to
a halt, with a small shower of sand. "Show-off," she accuses Lysseth
fondly, then peers around. "This beach is certes drier than Ista's, for
true... g'day!" This is her hail as she spots Jiriel, quickly followed by,
"Benden's duties to Igen and her queens."

K'tyn turns about, grinning. "Jiriel? Tis you, is it not?" He steps
forward, hand outstretched. "Good to see you again, lad!"

Chaeth warbles happily as he rolls in the sand, before Jazmin has a chance
to take his straps off.

Aphrael shrugs quickly out of her jacket, slapping at Prefeth's hide as she
blue rumbles lightly and begins digging himself into the sands. Glancing
over, she spots Jiriel and grins. "Jir! Hi there!" She says, forgoing the
duties bit.

Jazmin groans, "You shardling oaf! Stop that!" she yells at her dragon,
"Lemme get your straps off before you goof off."

Jiriel crosses palms with K'tyn, smiling bashfully, "I'm surprised you
remember my name, bronzerider." He smiles at both Aphrael and Kassima,
"Igen's duties to Benden. Come for a swim?"

Prometh coils his head about to stare balefully at his rider. He snorts,
once, derisively, his hide rippling in unstated request for straps to be
removed.

Aphrael glances over towards Jazmin and Chaeth, grinning. Prefeth, for his
part rests his head down onto the soft sands, eyes whirling fast in
bluegreen tones. Whuffing lightly, he sends sprays of the light sand up
into the air.

K'tyn grins. "I may forget your name, but your face? Now that'd be a hard
thing to do...Aye, Prometh! Do let me greet the man, will ye?"

Jazmin turns at the unfamiliar voice and grins to Jiriel, "Hi ya." she
returns her attention to her sulking brown.

Aphrael looks back to Jiriel, grinning. "A swim sounds _perfect_ right
about now." Coughing, she glances to Prefeth. "Shards, watch where you're
spraying that sand, would you Pref?" She mutters, moving over to start
removing the straps from the blue.

Kassima laughs. "Something tells me Chaeth's pleased to be here," she
quips, glancing up at her own lifemate. Lysseth seems disinclined to do
anything at the moment besides enjoy the sun peacefully, spreading her
wings to expose them to the heat. "A swim sounds like a lovely idea," she
replies to Jiriel with a bright smile. "Hard to enjoy a beach fully without
taking a dip in the waters, aye?"

K'tyn shrugs at Jiriel. "Y'know how they can be," he says with a grin. "Let
me get him settled, and we can have a nice long chat."

Jiriel nods politely to Jazmin, looking rather silly as he stands there,
one foot bare, the other still booted and rather obviously gawking at the
Benden riders gathered 'round. "Uh, yes, certainly." he replies, not
indicating to whom he's replying.

K'tyn starts to remove the seemingly mile-long straps that are Prometh's.
He grins at Kassima, "I think I'll try to tan the other half of my face."

Tarzaine comes onto the beach from the field to the east.

Benden Weyr> K'tyn giggles as we overwhelm poor Jiriel.:)

Kassima laughs. "Think I'll try to get tan enough so that these don't show
so much," she says, sheepishly raising a hand to touch one of her black
eyes. "Remind me never to slide face-first into a cabinet again, won't you?"

Prefeth snorts again, harder this time in response to his lifemate's
question. He wriggles around in the sand, making it close to impossible for
Aph to remove his straps. His tail flicks energetically, sending sand in
the young assistant steward's direction.

Jazmin gives the brown a slap as she finally gets the straps off, "There!
Go! Swim, wallow, do whatever!" she grins.

K'tyn shakes his head, coiling the straps about his shoulders. "Okay,
Prometh! Off y'go!" Then, to Kassi, "Remind me not to wear m'slippers into
the kitchen!"

Aphrael peers at Prefeth suspiciously, frowning. "What _are_ you doing?"
She asks, glancing apologetically to Jiriel. "I don't know what's got into
him lately.."

Jacera ambles over from the center of the bowl.

Jacera looks around at all the unfamiliar dragons as she walks down onto
the beach.

Jiriel blechs as he ducks too late to avoid being hit by a fine spray of
sand. He wipes his face with a grin and fatalistic shrug. "Good thing I was
going to have a swim anyway." He waves to Jacera.

Kassima grins. "Gladly! Though I was wearing boots, and it didn't seem to
help." She reaches for the nearest buckle of Lysseth's straps, quickly
freeing it to tug off the bands of leather. Lysseth hardly notices. She's
too busy eyeing Pref's sand splashing technique at first, then guardedly
watching a small cluster of weyrbrats who wander too close.

Prometh snorts, moving sinuously into the water, and ignoring aught else.

Prefeth doesn't quite seem ready to let up though, and continues to try and
bury Jiriel in the sand to the best of his abilities, rumbling with
happiness all the while.

Tarzaine looks more then a bit ill at ease with all the people, though he
does wave hello to jacera, spotting her walking down the beach.

Lysseth> Chaeth, Prometh, and Prefeth sense that Lysseth watches Prefeth's
antics, and snorts. << You look like Herath burying her eggs, Prefeth. >>

Kytara pauses, well up the beach.

Jacera waves to Tarzaine as she looks throught he crowd, then waves as she
suddenly spies another familiar face. "Jazmin??"

Dragon> Prefeth bespoke Chaeth, Prometh, and Lysseth with << *He* is not an
egg, Lysseth.. though he is special. >> He responds, mindtone swirling in
thoughtfullness. << He would make a good person for Herath's clutch.. >>

K'tyn flops back into the sand, hands over his face. "Shardit, Aph! She's
interfereing with m'breathing!" He chuckles, then coughs, trying to greet
everyone else on the beach. "Ben*cof*Ben*"

Chaeth follows Prometh into the water, significantly less gracefully and
with much more splashing.

Jazmin turns and grins, "Jacera! Hi."

Dragon> Prometh bespoke Chaeth, Prefeth, and Lysseth with << Noisy. Greens
are noisy. *amusement* >>

Kassima waves cheerfully to the various people as she slides to a seat on
the sand, wincing a bit at the heat of it as she pulls off her boots.
"Benden's duties," she repeats by way of greeting. Meanwhile, one of the
aforementioned weyrbrats seems to be locked in a staring contest with
Lysseth... and losing, of course. In fact, he's forced to back up as Lyss
extends her neck to peer at him quite closely.

Jiriel covers his eyes with his arm as he starts to run around Prefeth, out
of range of his tail. "Uhm, Aphrael?" he calls, "I need to at least get my
other boot off!"

Jacera grins at Jazmin. "How're you?"

Aphrael winces at Kiat's yell, then moves over to Prefeth's head. "Stoppit
right now! What's got into you any--" She pauses, frowning, then peers
closer. "You what? Hrm.." As she converses with him, Prefeth keeps trying
to bury Jiriel deeper in the sand with his tail.

Jazmin chuckles, "Not bad all things considered, almost back in regular
wing flying, finally."

Lysseth> Chaeth, Prometh, and Prefeth sense that Lysseth harumphs deep in
her throat. << I am not noisy. Do you think so, Prefeth? >> She pauses. <<
This one here who is staring at me is special, too, I think. And
*amusement* also. >>

Jacera looks curiously at Jazmin. "Why weren't you flying with your wing?"

Jazmin chuckles, "Grounded until the baby was born, now we have to get back
into shape."

K'tyn focuses on trying to 1. breathe, and 2. move out of the range of
Prefeth's tail. "H-H-*gasp*Hiya," he manages, barely, eyes watering as he
nods those who've arrived after he did.

Jacera ooooohs. "You had a baby??"

Dragon> Chaeth, Prometh, and Lysseth sense that Prefeth nods slowly,
mindtone coloured with brightness and amusement. << He is! >>

Jazmin laughs and nods, glancing over her shoulder at her frolicking
dragon, "Yeah, another girl, about a month ago."

Jacera smiles broadly at Jazmin. "That's wonderful!! I had a little boy
about half a turn ago."

Dragon> Chaeth, Prefeth, and Lysseth sense that Prometh rumbles softly.
<<They are but humans. All the same, save for my rider. And your riders, >>
he concedes.

Aphrael shakes her head at Prefeth's movement. "Now, love, you can't bury
him even if you *do* think he's perfect for Herath's clutch.." She only
just seems to realise what she's saying, and stares over at Jiriel in
surprise. The blue doesn't seem about to let Jiriel get away, and slides
his tail around to prevent the boy from moving away.

Kassima stands up and catches sight of both Prefeth's sand-throwing and
Lysseth's stare-down, and rolls her eyes. "Prefeth looks like Herath trying
to bury her eggs," she comments, unconsciously echoing her lifemate. "And
Lysseth, stop trying to cow that poor lad, won't you? Honestly!" Lysseth
pays her rider no heed, instead opening her jaw to yawn very widely in the
lad's face and showing a lot of very sharp teeth in the process. The young
man, understandably, looks a bit nervous at this display.

Jazmin nods, "Congratulations.. M'llon's?"

Jiriel staggers backwards until he's caught by a big blue tail. He's too
busy wiping sand off his face and staring up at Prefeth in humorous
puzzlement to pay much attention to what Aphrael's saying. "Who's clutch?"

Jacera sighs a bit and shakes her head. "I'm afraid not..."

Kassima flashes Jazmin a smile as she overhears this. "And how does Zynassa
fare, Jaz?"

Kytara isn't shy, her player just got suddenly thrown back into life.
Wasn't here, didn't do it, can't prove anything!

Kytara trots off towards the field to the east.

K'tyn peers at Aphrael. "Well, if you think so," he says dubiously.
"Prometh doesn't feel anything of the sort."

Jazmin shrugs, "You and him still together?"

Aphrael ahems slightly and clears her throat, peering over Prefeth's tail.
"I guess I'd better do this the official way.. Jiriel of Igen Weyr, would
you consent to Stand for Herath's clutch at Benden Weyr?"

Jacera smiles at Jasmin and nods. "Yeah. Though the babies makes it hard to
spend much time together..."

Jazmin grins to Kassima, "Well this is one of her longest stays with the
nanny, so we'll see." she nods to Jacera, "I know /that/ feeling."

Aphrael nods at K'tyn, grinning ruefully. "Prefeth seems certain.. besides,
bronze's aren't that well known for Searching, Kiat.."

As Lysseth continues to stalk the hapless young Igenite, he backs away one
step at a time, trying to escape the green's attentions--and failing
miserably. As distracted as he is, it's really little wonder that he slips
on the wet sand once he reaches the shoreline and falls unceremoniously on
his rump. Splash! Water goes flying, and glops of wet sand do, too. One
lands on Lysseth's nose. After shaking it free, Lyss gives the lad one
long, piercing look, then bugles over to her rider to catch Kassima's
attention.

Jacera nods to Jazmin. "And I'm watching Alea's twins, so seems like I've
always got one of 'em on my breast or screaming for attention..."

Jiriel stares rather dubiously at Aphrael, and says slowly, "Me? Stand for
a clutch? You mean, you want me to be a candidate?" He looks more puzzled
than wildly overjoyed.

Jazmin chuckles, "I think Nicolet thinks that way with Zy and Jaeleka."

K'tyn grins. "Well, They don't need to be, hm? What with Prefeth here.
Jiriel, say you'll come, hm? You...Kassi? You've a lad, too? Or Lyss has?"
He mock-frowns. "Well, shardit. I'm feeling left out. Prometh! Why didn't
you...." he trails off, laughing at the bronze's derisive snort.

Jacera smiles at Jazmin. "But I like it, really." She flinches slightly at
all the bugling and looks around at the dragons. "What's into them?"

Aphrael nods again, grinning at Jiriel. "Yes! You! Prefeth wants you to be
the Candidate, not me.. and by gosh, I can hardly argue with him when he
wants to bury someone!" She responds, winking.

Jazmin chuckles, "Search dragons, with eggs on the Sands, they manage to
find candies anywhere."

Prefeth tightens his tail around the boy, almost protectively. With a snort
and rumble from the blue, Aphrael jumps and splutters out, "Jir, you just
got to say yes! It's great fun, anyone who's stood can tell you! Wouldn't
you love to visit Benden for a while?"

Kassima chuckles and nods. "I haven't had a chance to see her, but I hear
told she's a bonny young lass... what?" The cacophony from Lysseth rather
abruptly draws her attention. "What d'you want *now*, lump? Didn't I tell
you to leave that lad alone?" Hrmphing, Kassi minces her way across the hot
sands to where her dragon is. "Terribly sorry about this--I didn't catch
your name...?" As it's supplied, she nods. "Sancot. Lysseth's apparently
been watching me stalk people too often." The green rumbles, sounding
almost sardonic, and locks eyes with her rider. "Lysseth," Kassi sighs as
soon as she breaks away, "you get odder about this Search business every day."

K'tyn grins at Jazmin and then looks at Jacera curiously. "You don't seem
old enough to have that many babes," he says with a smile. "I must be turns
older --and I've but one."

Benden Weyr> K'tyn LOL at Kassi.:)

Jacera blinks and looks over at the Bronzerider. "I've 20 turns now, and
just two babies of my own. Is that so bad?"

Jiriel looks up at Prefeth, around at the other dragons, then back to
Aphrael. "Oh, well, I certainly would like to visit Benden again," he
hedges. "I'll have to let Cortland know... oh, shards!"

K'tyn grins. "Tis not bad, but I thought you must be all of 15 turns.
Pardon my error." He bows, slightly, the sunburned half of his face nearly
blending with the blushing other half.

Jazmin laughs, "Tactful K'tyn.. very tactful."

Jacera giggles at K'tyn and smiles. "Well, thank you, I guess. But I'm not
_that_ young anymore."

Aphrael glances up to the blue dragon, whose swirling eyes are focused on
Jiriel. Aph follows her dragons look and smiles. "Is that a yes then?
Prefeth doesn't seem inclined to let you go until you do.. Cortland? He's
the Steward? I'm sure he'll understand.. he's Steward of a Weyr, after
all.." She babbles, anything to convince Jiriel to come so that Prefeth
will stop with his thoughts of burying the poor lad.

K'tyn grins. "Jazmin, I've never been noted for my tact. Other things:
Clumsiness, density...but tact? That I never learned. I hope you may teach
me? Or perhaps direct me to someone who is tactful. I should greatly
appreciate it!"

Jacera giggles amusedly at the Bronzerider. "Its okay, Rider."

After another moment of silent back-and-forth between green dragon and
greenrider, Kassima finally turns away from her lifemate to offer Sancot a
hand up. "I know the lump can't have given you the best impression of
Benden and Benden dragons," she shoots Lyss a dirty look, "but she did have
her purpose, it seems. She says she's found you suitable to Stand for
Herath's clutch; I don't suppose after all of this ruckus that you'd
consent, now would you?" Silence reigns over in the little corner of the
beach that's hosting this small saga for a moment, before a voice with a
brogue thicker even than Kassi's replies, "Aye, ma'am, I'd nay be refusin'
such an offer."

Jiriel seems to consider for a moment longer, then nods. "Very well, I'd be
honoured to stand. I guess I should go get my stuff and let the Steward
know, then."

Jazmin laughs, "K'tyn, if you find a tactful Benden rider.. we'll just have
to corrupt them ourselves."

Kassima grins as she turns away from Lysseth's latest victim. "Tactful
Benden rider? Jaz, do those words even belong in the same sentence?"

K'tyn bows again at Jacera. "Please. Call me K'tyn. That's my bronze oaf
out there," he says with an exaggerated wave toward the floating, oblivious
bronze. "We're from Benden." He reddens a bit more, shaking his head
ruefully at his own babbling. "But you probably knew that."

Aphrael lets out her breath slowly with a grin, echoed by Prefeth's
grateful rumble. The blue still has his tail curled around Jiriel, though.
"Er.. Prefeth? You can er.. let Jiriel go now. He's said he's coming with
us!" Finally, reluctantly, the blue uncoils his tail just slightly,
whuffing down at Jiriel softly.

Jacera grins at K'tyn. "Then you can call me Jacera. I'm just a nanny here
at Igen."

Dragon> Chaeth, Prefeth, and Lysseth sense that Prometh eyes Jiriel
assesingly. << Good. Another back-scrubber. >>

Kassima chuckles at Kiat, stepping back away from the beach and back up to
dry land. "Kiat, I do believe your plan to make one side of your face match
the other has worked!"

Jiriel stands stock still as he gets whuffled, his serious expression
dissolving into a grin. "Well, are you still staying for a swim?"

Dragon> Chaeth, Prometh, and Lysseth sense that Prefeth glances over to the
bronze, snorting softly. << My Candidate! >> He says, tone somewhat
protective as he's still not convinced that Jiriel will come with him.

K'tyn just stares at Kassima, then chuckles at her as he raises both brows
at Jacera. "A nanny? Well, that's more work than most would think...trust
me, I know. Kyris... my son," he says posessively, "Is nearly more than I,
his mother and our nanny can handle."

Dragon> Prometh bespoke Chaeth, Prefeth, and Lysseth with << He is yours,
certainly. But... I will borrow him, from time to time. >>

Jacera giggles at K'tyn. "Well, I'm taking care of three babies, including
my new son. How old is your boy?"

Lysseth> Chaeth, Prometh, and Prefeth sense that Lysseth rumbles with faint
amusement at Prefeth. << There's no reason we can't all share the
Candidates. There will be plenty of them to go around, and what better
things have they to do than tend to us? I don't think latrine-cleaning
qualifies. >>

Aphrael giggles and glances around to the other riders. "I think we will
Jiriel.. don't be surprised if Prefeth doesn't let you out of his sights
until we get back to Benden though." She says, smirking slightly as she
blue snorts in response.

Dragon> Chaeth, Prometh, and Lysseth sense that Prefeth whuffs softly,
colours spinning slowly. << It is okay for you to borrow him.. >> He agrees
finally.

K'tyn beams at Jacera. "Nearly 5 months, I believe. And, yours?"

Kassima flashes Kiat a wholly unrepetant grin, then chuckles as she watches
Sancot dash off to retrieve his personal effects from the Weyr. "Nay reason
nay to, is there? After all, we just got here."

Jacera grins at K'tyn. "Just a bit older. I've got a 4 turn old daughter too."

Jiriel eyes Prefeth uncertainly. "Well, he'll have to while I go sort
everything out," he says prosaically. "If you'll just excuse me, I'll get a
move on." He smiles bemusedly to the crowd gathered and heads over towards
the caverns, absentmindedly leaving his boots behind.

Jazmin laughs, "I beat you both.. 10 turns, 6 turns and a month."

Jiriel leaves the beach, heading for the center of the Bowl.

K'tyn suddenly stops, turns about, and peers at the sand behind him before
looking back at Jazmin. "10 turns? Jazmin, you must be ancient!" *DUCK*

Prometh runs into the water with a splash!

In the water, Prometh was here already, yup/

Jacera giggles at Jazmin. "That's half my age, Jazmin!"

Prefeth swings his head to peer after Jiriel, for once more interested in
something other than swimming. Aphrael, frowning up at him, mutters. "Shh,
love, he's coming. Don't fret so.. look, go into the water with the others,
why don't you?" Prefeth shifts slightly, but doesn't move.

Kassima chuckles faintly. "I feel like somewhat of an anomaly all of a
sudden, being amidst so many parents." She bursts out laughing at Kiat's
remark, nearly doubling over with mirth.

Polar comes out of *between with a loud bugle.

Jazmin laughs, taking a playful swipe at the bronzerider, "Older than the
hills 'emselves and dontcha forget it kiddo."

Polar gives a small bugle and goes *between*

K'tyn grins at Jazmin, his eyes light golden amber. "And just as lovely as
the hills; ageless." He offers her a deep courtly bow, leg extended.

Jazmin chuckles, "Tactless perhaps.. but you ahve the flattery down pat."

Jacera grins at K'tyn and nods. "Yeah, that he does."

Kassima's expression is distinctly amused as she straightens up and
applauds Kiat. "You win ten points for flattery t'day, methinks."

K'tyn grins. "Practice! I must flatter my way out of so many sitiations
that my lack of tact seems to get me into...I am merely keeping practice."
He winks at Kassi. "Will you be keeping score for me, then?"

Kassima executes a deep bow to the bronzerider, with a flourishing
hand-gesture tacked on. "'Twill be naught but m'deepest honor and
priveledge, good K'tyn, to serve as scorekeeper for such a distinguished
individual as yourself. I can but be grateful that you have seen fit, in
your perpetual wisdom, to bestow such a noble office upon one such as I."

Jazmin rolls her eyes, "Great.. Benden riders become part of harpercraft."

K'tyn arches a brow, grins at Jazmin, then turns back to Kassima. "Nay,
most lovely of riders to grace the scene before my world-weary eyes, you
flatter me too well. I am a rogue and a scoundrel; pay heed to my warning,"
He grins, eyes dancing. "Tis your own innate and selfless good nature, like
the sweetest of springs, that flows around us to make your judgement sound
and stable like the strength of Lysseth."

Jacera giggles at Jazmin and grins at her. "He's a Bronzerider, what d'you
expect?"

Benden Weyr> K'tyn <--BS artiste, yes? :)

Jiriel ambles over from the center of the bowl.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Definitely. I'm going to have a time trying to
match that one. :)"

Benden Weyr> C'vadan agrees, Kiat ;)

Prefeth lifts his head, croooning as he spots Jiriel returning.

Benden Weyr> K'tyn hmfs. you cannot say that, Cav, and then bamf.:) Silly
rider. ;)

Benden Weyr> Caitria uhs. He can, Kiat. He just did. ;)

Jiriel wanders back to the gathering with a cram-packed satchel slung over
his shoulders and a bemused light in his eyes. He dumps his bag to the
ground next to Prefeth's foreleg. "I'm here, don't worry."

Benden Weyr> K'tyn grumbles.:)

Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Laerth OOCly notes that he stuck a few
stand-only people on the +search list and should have some more regular
applicants on there by tomorrow

Dragon> Benden dragons sense that Prometh nods. << Coolio, FL. >>

Kassima sighs and protests, "Bronzerider, you do wrong yourself too much!
For your eyes cannot be wearied of the world; yea, it is as though two
fragments of the sun high above had come down to the heavens, to shine e'er
brighter from your visage than ever they'd done above--and all know that
the sun must never weary of circling o'er the land, lest those below perish
for want of light. Verily, that is how the world would be without
you--deprived of the light that sustains it fore'er more. Would you wish to
shame that most fair which gives all of us more reason to live by comparing
it to such pithy things as the ever-inconstant waters that may change in
their course a thousand times in a Turn, undependable and selfish in their
wish to follow the predestined road?" She kneels in the sand, raising her
hands as though in supplication--a gesture which has long since lost most
of its meaning. "Deny nay that you are so high above the humble likes of
m'self that 'twould be far simpler to reach up and pluck a star from the
very heavens than to even approach the virtues that are yours to claim!"

Jiriel grins sheepishly at Aphrael. "I couldn't find Cortland, so I just
left a message for him." His face goes rather red. "It seems a cowardly way
out of a confrontation, but I guess I don't have much of a choice."

Benden Weyr> K'tyn aie! Kassi spam, but I did ask for it. :)

Benden Weyr> Kindre thinks you're twisted, K'tyn, for partaking in that ;)

Jacera blinks and just stares at Kassima.

Benden Weyr> Kassima nodnods, you did. :) I think I'm just toooo sickening
for words, ayepayepayep.

Aphrael chuckles faintly at Jiriel. "Don't worry.. I'm sure he'll be fine
with it." She hopes. Prefeth hopes too, as the stands close to Jiriel as he
can.

K'tyn steps forward, biting back a laugh. "Kassima, Lest my head swell to
proportions that rival the sun in the sky, I can only say that in fairness,
your youth, is a delight to my soul, a balm upon my poor, fevered brain."
He goes to one knee, and takes the greenrider's hand. "Your voice is like
the, the... twinkling of the brook that flows through the serenest of
meadows, the trill of tiny firelizards as they flutter for food. To say
that the world woud be dark without me? Why, lass, I fear the sun would
burst were you to become one with the heavens and share its lonely space
above us. Do not the ancients speak of a vast and lonely place the sky
above us is? Would you doom the sun to fade, to dwindle to a mere spark?"
He places his hands on his chest. "For I am that poor spark, doomed and
dwindling, if you turn the shining face of your regard from me!"

Benden Weyr> K'tyn giggles. Kassi, this is too fun.

Benden Weyr> Kassima gets the idea that she's stuck in a Shakespeare play,
for some reason. But you're right! :)

Jiriel grins weakly in return, but lets the subject drop, instead he turns
two quizzical green eyes on K'tyn and Kassima, and murmurs in sotto voice
to Aphrael, "What are they doing?"

Benden Weyr> Kindre . o O ( Kassicam running, I hope? )

Benden Weyr> K'tyn lol at Jiriel! :)

Aphrael snorts amusedly, glancing over towards the two riders. "Trying to
out-compliment each other."

K'tyn winks at Jiriel and Aphrael, then turns to look at the kneeling Kassi
in front of him, his mouth twitching with laughter.

Jiriel nods, "Uh, right." He wriggles his toes in the sand, seemingly at a
loss. "In that case," he drops suddenly onto the ground, "I may as well
wait." He gazes speculatively out at the dragons in the water.

Kassima really has trouble keeping a straight face for a moment, but then
she adjusts her own expression to be a combination of soulful and awed.
"But how is it, I must needs ask--though I am so far beyond deserving your
wise and venerable council that it behooves me to beg your pardon for
merely daring the thought of asking; how I find such boldness within my
soul, I know not, but yet I still must ask it--how can the very sun, so
bright in its fiery glory, even come to notice the presence of a mere speck
of dust upon the world over which it rules? I am that speck--but I would be
nay even that, nor aught at all without the radiant light which defines me.
Even my paltry existance is to be envied by the highest of Lords and
Leaders, for lo! By some miracle of sheerest fortune, the most incredible
of Pern's living beings has found it fitting to bestow upon myself even a
moment of his attentions. How can I possibly comprehend the reasoning? It
is beyond my ability--and wisely so, for my feeble mind cannot hope to
encompass all of the bright and shining wit that you hold!" Taking a deep
breath, she raises one hand to her forehead as though she was about to
swoon from sunstroke before finishing, "Ye! E'en if I had such fair charms
as you claim for me, they would be naught without the light to illuminate,
to define--and so it is that, were you to nay be here, I would be that
e'ermore: naught but a mote of dust, desolate and alone in the cold
darkness of solitude!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima giggles hysterically, nods to Kindre, and wonders just
where she got this limitless supply of wherry's teeth. ;)

Jacera turns and waves. "I'm gonna head up the beach. Clear skies on your
trip back to Benden."

Benden Weyr> Aphrael unquiets specifically to POKE Kassi. Too spammy! ;)

Benden Weyr> Caitria wonders just how many of you are tormenting poor Jiriel?

Benden Weyr> Kassima sorries, Aph. Once I start BSing, it's hard to stop. :)

Benden Weyr> Kenai says, "Poor Jiriel."

Aphrael glances between Kassi and K'tyn and chuckles. "Well.. I think my
ears have had about as much as they can take.. Jir.. you want to head back
to Benden now?"

Jacera slips over to the quieter northern beach.

K'tyn grins at Kassi. "You win, dearheart, for how can I compete with your
eloquence..." he leans forward, pecks the greenrider on the nose. "And
since I have lostto a person of your o'erweening skills...I demur. I am
yours to command."

Jiriel looks up at Aphrael, and nods slowly. "I guess so." He looks around
the Igen bowl, as if suddenly everthing is hitting him. "I'm ready."

Jiriel smiles as Cirn flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Aphrael chuckles softly at Jiriel. "Take a deep breath then, and follow me
up." She advices, clambering up Prefeth's side.

Aphrael turns to Prefeth with a smile, eyes slightly faded as she speaks
silently to the blue dragon. She slaps at her lifemate's side with
affection, then uses his extended foreleg to climb up onto Prefeth's
neckridges.

Benden Weyr> Kindre chuckles :)

Jiriel picks up his satchel from where he dropped it, and grabs ahold of
straps with which he awkwardly climbs his way up Prefeth's huge leg, and
then onto his neck.

Jiriel gratefully grabs a hold of Aphrael's offered hand as he swings up
and seats himself behind the rider. Aphrael grins and pushes Prefeth's
muzzle away as the blue dragon tries to get a closer look at his passenger.

Kassima chuckles as she gets up from her kneeling position, brushing sand
off of her slacks. "A finer forfeit has never been won," she replies with a
grin. "But, lo; 'tis late, and I spy young Sancot running hence. Shall we
return, to bring the others tidings of the day's fortunes?"

K'tyn bows over his knee, his arms moving back to touch the sand at his
feet. He looks up, waves at Aphrael and Jiriel. "Good to have you, man.
We'll speak, again."

From Prefeth's neckridges, Aphrael laughs faintly. "Good thing I didn't
bother to take off your straps eh, lump?" She mutters to the blue dragon,
slapping affectionately at the hide. "Jiriel, you know how to get those
straps right, no?"

Kassima grins and waves up. "Don't worry!" she calls. "Nay *all* of
Benden's as crazy as us--just most of it!"

From Prefeth's neckridges, Jiriel nods down to K'tyn, then again at
Aphrael. "I've been adragonback a few times, yes." He fumbles with the
straps, but manages to get them secured.

Astride Prefeth, Aphrael rolls her eyes expressively as she waves down to
K'tyn and Kassi. "We'll see you back at Benden." Nodding to Jiriel, she
grins. "Okay.. hold tight!" She calls, as Prefeth crouches down and
launches towards the sky.

K'tyn grins at Kassi. "Seems that we've driven them all away, my dear. What
would you have this poor rider do to make amends?" HIs eyes glint. "Perhaps
a bit of wine, or ale, to soothe that loquatious throat of yours."

Kassima laughs and curtseys as best she can, considering that she's not
wearing a skirt. "Your generousity is nigh too much! But, perhaps my truest
weakness of all my vices is wine--so I can't say nay." She winks. "Besides,
I suspect your throat could use it as much as mine."

Prefeth leaps into the air, spraying sand all over!

K'tyn grins, nodding. "Wish to stick about here? Or return home?"

Kassima chuckles and glances over her shoulder at the impatient-looking
Sancot. "I think this Candidate would appreciate the latter option, and, in
truth, I've nay real wish to be the same color as redfruit from so much
time out in the sun." She stoops to pick up Lysseth's straps, gesturing to
the green; with a draconic sigh, Lyss gets to her feet and meanders over to
her rider.

K'tyn grins. "Well, Kassi, I do believe my face will be mostly one
color....tis the ne good thing about this place!" He pulls on his own clothes.

Kassima sighs as she finishes fastening Lysseth's straps, and pulls on her
own boots. "Never did get to take that swim, but that just gives me an
excuse to come back and do so later."

Prometh comes out from the lake, spraying water.

K'tyn says "I am glad to have the cold thawed from my bones for a bit,
though I know it will return."

K'tyn uses both oiled straps and an extended foreleg to mount Prometh. Once
settled into Prometh's bronze neckridges, K'tyn thanks Prometh politely,
recieving a basso rummble in return.

You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly.
You grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered
foreleg.

Kassima laughs as she straps herself in. "Isn't so very cold, really;
compared to here or Boll, aye, but at least Benden's summers aren't so
sweltering as some."

<*> Mounted upon Prometh, K'tyn grins. "I'll wager you a bottle of Benden's
best that Jiriel settles in with nary a sigh at Benden... What say you?"

Kassima laughs and shakes her head. "There's a fool's wager; if he hasn't
run screaming already, I'd say he's nay likely to. But if you promise to
share that bottle...." She winks. "You're on."

<*> Upon Prometh, K'tyn nods, "Tis a promise. Back to the weyr, hm? Lest
that Lad of yours dies before we can get him to the sands...." he grins.

<*> Prometh leaps into the air, spraying sand all over!

<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

You leap into the air, spraying sand all over!