-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Preparing For World's End Date: June 5(?), 1996 Place: Benden Weyr's Southern Bowl and Living Cavern; Lysseth and Kassima's Weyr; Meli and T'lar's Weyr Game: PernMUSH Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kassi's Note: Kassima's getting ever closer to spawning, and several of her friends choose to help her make preparations... whether those preparations should be something as simple (and sweet!) as a gift for the child to come or the slightly more complex act of hauling furniture around. I decided to post this log mostly for Mart's gift, which ended up being surprisingly apt in later days. :) But the weyr-moving scene was fun, too, and proved that there are no truer friends than those willing to help one move. ;) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Log: Lysseth> Above, From the Benden Star Stones, Thiva's mottled green Avivth rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to brown Ularrith and his rider, M'rgan of HighReaches Weyr. Dragon> Ularrith bespoke Lysseth with << My rider and I come to visit. >> Lysseth> Ularrith senses that Lysseth warbles a genial greeting. << You and your rider are welcome at Benden. My rider is in the Living Cavern, pestering Dulath's rider and eating. >> Lysseth> Ularrith backwings for a landing. Kassima glances outside, hrming. Sometime during the silence, some helpful individual supplied her with a basket of cheese-bread, which she's proceeded to stick raspberries on and smother in maple syrup and raw green beans. "Looks like the brownie's here," she observes. Lysseth> Atop sturdy Ularrith, M'rgan hooks his helmet and goggles to a part of his lifemate's harness before swinging his leg over the brown dragon's neck and sliding down. Lysseth> M'rgan climbs down Ularrith's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles a greeting to the High Reaches brown and his rider, from where she's curled up comfortably in a portion of the Bowl very near to the Living Cavern. Lysseth> M'rgan hunches into his jacket and hurries towards the living cavern as rain pelts him. "Gotta remember to ask about the weather next time," he murmurs to himself as he ducks into the entrance. Lysseth> Dulath considers the reaches rider and sees he no threat at all. He resumes his vigil. Lysseth> Ularrith chuffs a greeting to the green dragon as he lumbers close to the bowl's wall, getting out of most of the rain. M'rgan walks in from the bowl. C'vadan blinks. "What brings you to Benden, Mart?" he asks. Kassima waves to Mart with a piece of cheese-bread when he walks in; it's notable that the bread has been festooned with raspberries, maple syrup, and raw green beans. Grinning, she calls over, "Heya, brownie! Lyss told me you decided to trade the frozen wastes for the rainy ones for a bit; dare I ask why, or is it one of those things I'd be better off nay knowing?" M'rgan shakes his head like a wet canine, trying to get out any of the rain that's dampened his black hair. The jacket is the next thing that is shook out before he hangs it on a peg to dry. "I've got a delivery to make." As he turns away from the jacket, both of his hands slide behind him, hiding something from view as he approaches the table. "High Reaches' duties and all that." C'vadan glances at Kassima, then back at M'rgan. "Anything interesting?" "Benden's duties to the 'Reaches and her queens," Kassi echoes, looking a trifle sheepish at having forgotten the formalities for once. "Welcome, hail and well met, etcetera etcetera. A delivery, d'you say?" She cranes her head to try and see behind Mart's back, without much success. As he passes Cav, M'rgan shifts, wiggling his hands, so that the brownrider can see the 'package' first. "I see you're eating well," he comments to Kassi as he looks at her plate with a grimace. C'vadan chuckles. "She's eating for three, Mart." C'vadan smiles at the Reaches Brownrider and nods. Alyssa walks in from the bowl. C'vadan waves to Alyssa. Kassima rolls her eyes at Cav. "I am nay! Don't listen to him, Mart. Cav's got this paranoid fantasy that I'm going to spawn triplets. As to this... well, 'tis a rather mild snack for me, but wait until y'see what I plan for dinner. Lys!" The greenrider waves the unholy bread, fruit, cheese, vegetable, and syrup conglomeration towards the Skyfire Wingsecond. "G'deve t'you!" C'vadan holds up three fingers to M'rgan and points to Kassima. "At least three." "Three? Ah, that sounds about right since it looks like each item on that plate was meant for a different person." As he speaks, M'rgan stops hiding his package and proceeds to fly it around Kassima's head. It's a stuffed brown dragon. He halts it in front of her face as he uses his free hand to wave to Alyssa. Alyssa waves quietly to the other riders as she weaves through the living cavern in the direction of the food table. She makes a rather concerted effort not to see what is on Kassima's plate. Alyssa does add quietly, as she passes near M'rgan, "Benden's duty to the Reaches and her queens, Wingsecond." Kassima opens her mouth to protest something Cav was saying, but shuts it again as a brown dragon goes flying around her head. She watches its trajectory with fascination until she gets dizzy, and looks quite relieved when it stops. "Mart! Where on Pern did you find such an adorable thing?" M'rgan's gaze flicks from Cav's fingers to Kassima's belly, "Are you sure she's not a canine about to drop a litter?" to Alyssa's belly as she passes by him. "That Water is strong stuff...Julaina used to make them all the time. And I thought it would be better to encourage him to be a brownrider than a greenrider." Kassima adds once she's gotten over her surprise, "And I'll have you know, Alea and K'nan both love these sorts of snacks too. So I'm nay the *only* one who eats them. And *they're* nay pregnant, now, are they?" The proclamation lacks some of its force, though, since she's still busily admiring the stuffed dragon. "Him or her," she replies absently, then glances up with an amused look. "And what, pray tell, is wrong with greenriders? I am *nay* a canine--in fact, most Weyr rumors say I'm either a heifer or a fish--and there'll be nay litters, you may rest assured. Thank Faranth for nay so small mercies." Alyssa tenders a curious glance at M'rgan as she overhears her comment, but, per usual, she says nothing and instead sets to the task of filling her plate with vegetables. R'val walks in from the bowl. C'vadan nods to R'val. "Him," M'rgan says firmly, as if the very idea of another Kassi coming into the world scares him. "I don't think you've got time to hear my entire list of what's wrong with greenriders. You'll probably go into labor before I'm done." He sets the stuffed dragon on the table as he slides into a chair near Kassima. "I don't see you as a heifer or a fish. Wherry hen, maybe. Or an ornery feline." R'val hoofs it into the cavern, boots clacking on the stone floor, dark eyes whirling about the room to fix on each person he knows as he nods in turn with a polite smile. His gaze lingers for a fraction of an instant longer on M'rgan, and he favours him with a longer nod, "Benden's duty," he says quietly, moving across the cavern and closer to the Dawnslight table. Alyssa smiles fleetingly at R'val and carries her plate of vegetables and bread to Skyfire's table, where she sits with a tablet filled with notes for her perusal. Kassima waves absently to R'val, and simply grins at Mart. "We'll see," is all she says, but the definite laughing undertone in her voice can bode no good. "You'll have t'send me that list, y'know--I could always use more reading material. Should I take the likening of me to wherries and felines as a compliment?" She reaches out a careful hand to touch the stuffed dragon, smiling almost beatifically at the toy. "So much a better gift than a rattle--or a rattle for a fire-lizard, at least!" she can't resist teasing. R'val hooks one compact leg about the limb of a chair and pulls it out, busy in the process of pulling off his snug gloves and functional helmet, dropping them with a clatter on the table. Chair in place, he sinks into it, and favours Alyssa, who did the same for him, with a crooked and friendly grin, "Evening, Alyssa," He says, agreeably, "How're you and Adonith?" Alyssa lifts her shoulder and lowers them in an eloquent shrug. "He, I fear, is bored and beginning to fret over the cold. He has never liked the snow. How are you and Vidarth?" M'rgan lifts a hand in greeting to R'val, only then noticing that he's still got his gloves on. As he starts to tug off the damp leather he returns to his conversation with Kassima. "Ah, sure. It's a compliment." As soon as he has his glove off of his right hand he's shaking his forefinger at her. "Now you know that I never meant to get him a rattle. He just took it and that Smith journeyman was eyeing me. So what choice did I have?" R'val kicks his feet up in an abandon of relaxation, crossing heavy booted feet at the ankles. Raven-haired skull reclining on his hands crossed behind his head, he smiles lazily at Alyssa, "Vidarth is well, and quite satiated from his afternoon meal. The cold bothers him as well, but not with warm blood running through that gross stomach of his." He waves an un-gloved hand at M'rgan informally, seeming quite relaxed. Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Ye gods, my poses are long tonight." As she stirs a bit of shredded cheese into her mashed tubers, Alyssa comments softly but warmlyn, "Now, no speaking ill of that sweet blue of yours, R'val." Kassima laughs, shaking her forefinger right back at Mart. "So you say, but how do I know that I can believe it? Even I heard the rumors of your reputation as a prankster back at Ruatha, and I can just see you thinking, 'Hmmm, this will allow Kyril to make Kassi's life a living nightmare. How could I possibly say nay?'" With a wink, she lifts her mug of cider in a silent toast to something-or-other. "As to the compliment, well, I suppose there're less flattering beasts t'be compared to. Wrigglers, mayhaps, or trundlebugs." R'val laughs softly and affectionately, casting a glance out at the bowl, dark eyes turned inward briefly, "He knows how I feel," He remarks, softly, "And that nothing I say ill of him would ever be meant ill. Silly beast that he is," He pronounces with a smile warmer than the weather, before turning his attention to a mug, the klah, and the process of blending the two into something he can drink. M'rgan leans back in his chair, lifting the front legs a few fingers off of the cavern floor. "Would /I/ spend good marks? Even for a prank? I don't think so." His blue eyes run up and down Kassi's form, hesitating several times at her belly. "Trundlebug, hmm?" Alyssa comments in that subtle tone she prefers, "Interesting how I don't have those teasing words for my dragon, though most every rider I know likes to call his or her dragon 'lump' or some other disparaging term." R'val taps a long finger against his square jaw and shrugs broad shoulders in Alyssa's direction with a feckless smile, "Well, we all have our quirks, Alyssa, some people don't have quirks that most people do have. Tis life." Alyssa nods, though she adds, "But it just never seemed to fit Adonith. Not even a pet name, like Ad, or Addy...some diminutive." R'val smiles at Alyssa unconcernedly, but he does nod, "To each dragon their own. I don't have a pet name for Vidarth either, actually, I only call him Vidarth." Kassima supplies helpfully to Lys, "One rider I saw at Igen when Jazmin was bringing me back on Search called hers a blue beach bum." Turning back to M'rgan, she hrms, expression thoughtful. "Weeeell... mayhaps nay," she admits. "Nay you; you're even worse now than I used t'be about marks. Trundlebug *would* be an unflattering beast t'be compared to, wouldn't you think? Perhaps a tunnelsnake would be worse, but I'm nay quite certain even of that." As Kassi mentions tunnelsnakes, M'rgan's grin flares into a brightness that rivals Rukbat at midday. Now there's the perfect animal to describe Kassima. Benden Weyr> Kassima gives Mart a sound kerthwapping. :P :) Benden Weyr> R'val grins evilly. But he's so right ;) Kassima eyes Mart's solar flare of a grin with some suspicion, possibly getting the idea that she's just been mentally zinged. "What did I say?" "Nothing. Nothing," M'rgan remarks in a harried voice. He sucks his cheeks in, giving them a sharp bite to take some of the brightness out of his grin. "I was just thinking about something, that's all. How're you doing?" he asks, deftly trying to change the subject. R'val taps his chin with one finger, glancing at M'rgan as he parries Kassima's suspicious eyeing. He grins behind his klah mug, enjoying the verbal fencing. Kassima doesn't look like she buys that for an instant, but she lets it pass for the moment. Grinning wryly at the question, she answers, "I'm doing well enough, if'n y'don't count the fatigue, inability to sleep, shortness of breath, and other such symptoms. 'Tis grateful that I am that m'duties keep me busy now, because with being awake for all of the day and most of the night, I've naught but gratitude for something t'do. Last night's activity was packing, a'course, and *that* actually wore me out enough that I got some sleep--wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles. And what of you? How's Wingseconding been treating you, and parenting been treating both you and Kena?" Alyssa falls silent once more, eating slowly and in small bites the tubers, greens, mushrooms, and legumes on her plate. From her posture, she appears to be listening to the others but not contributing. "Packing?" M'rgan asks as tilts his head to the side, scratching at an itch on the side of his neck. "It keeps up busy. I just got lucky having a candlemark or two to visit here today. Between her duties and mine...well, there's not enough time in the day. How about you? What are you going to do about..." He cocks his head towards her protruding belly. Kassima bobs her head once in affirmation. "Aye, packing--Meli invited me to move in with her and T'lar until the spawn's born, y'see." Following the brownrider's glance to her abdomen, she shrugs. "About the kid after 'tis born? Well, I'd figured on shanghaing one of m'cousins from down at Greystones to help me out--she's always wanted to live at the Weyr, and that suffices to confirm her dementia in m'mind." Benden Weyr> Kassima waffles to J'lor and T'gar. :) Benden Weyr> Alyssa hugs the two wonderful brownriders. Benden Weyr> T'garrick waves. "Hi, everyone." Benden Weyr> Alyssa swoons. He waved. Swoon. Benden Weyr> J'lor hey there's happily. Benden Weyr> R'val waves to T'gar, and noggles J'lor. Benden Weyr> M'rgan acks. I have to go. Benden Weyr> Kassima awwws and snugs a brownie. Thanks for dropping by. :) Benden Weyr> J'lor's fearsome reputation scares away yet another Bendenite for the evening. Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Later M'rgan." M'rgan stands up in a hurry, giving Kassima an apologetic smile. "Scuse me. Ulie needs something." M'rgan walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Benden Weyr> Alyssa hugs that wonderful brownrider too. Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "people never swoon at me." Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "it might be time for another image change" Benden Weyr> R'val says, "What do you mean J'lor??" Benden Weyr> T'garrick says, "Maybe you'll be cuter when you're older too, J'lor." Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "picture this: J'lor, tall, dark, suave, long foo, intriguing pants. Chiselled features, bronzed skin. He's mysterious... girl's can't understand him, and it turns them on." Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "J'lor is terribly cute, but he's not T'gar. T'gar has that ... that ... swoonability. He and F'hlan have it. Swooooooon." Benden Weyr> Kassima understands you perfectly, J'lor. That's what scares her. ;) You have it too, Lys! Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Nope, not me. I'm not Distinguished, like they are. Also not male. :)" Kassima watches Mart go with a smile and a wave, then chuckles. "Seems he's always dashing off. I wonder why his face lit up when 'twas saying that about trundlebugs and tunnelsnakes?" Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Guys need someone to swoon at too. ;)" Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "well... I guess I'm not very swoon-overable." Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Alyssa, I have three words guaranteed to make you swoon." Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Oh?" Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Mel better not be one of them. :)" Benden Bowl> In the skies above, The rainly lightly falling around you begins to taper off, and in a few moments it stops. The skies remain hidden by a dark overcast. Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Mel? :)" Benden Weyr> R'val says, "OH yes, Gibson. No, not the short Aussie. :)" Benden Weyr> R'val says three words to Alyssa. "Methos In Boxers." Benden Weyr> Alyssa swoooooooooons. Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "Methos?" Benden Weyr> R'val knew it. Benden Weyr> Kassima peers at R'val, and doesna understand. She also doesna think she wants to. ;) Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "He has such a nice body." Benden Weyr> J'lor says, "hey how does one attain a swooooonable quality?" Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Yeah yeah. Well, in the scene where he's in his boxers I was more interested in the dress Amanda was wearing. ;) Have you seen that episode yet, Lys?" Benden Weyr> R'val notes, to Kassi and the Fearsome One, it's a Highlander thing :) Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "No, Uri. I keep telling you this. So shush. :)" Benden Weyr> R'val grr. Hurry up and see it, I wanna gab about it with you :) Kassima drums her fingers idly as she listens to the silence, slowly draining her cider mug to the dregs. "So, Lys," she says finally, when she just can't take the peace and quiet anymore. "How d'you fare? Is Garant still plaguing you?" Alyssa blinks rapidly and looks away from her table. "Hmm? What's that, Kassima?" J'lor comes in from the bowl. J'lor strides gauntly into the room, his hands in his rider's jacket pockets. Kassima chuckles and speaks up a bit, "'Twas asking how you fare, and whether Garant's still making a pest of himself with you?" She waves over to the gauntly-striding J'lor. R'val looks up to wave to J'lor, eyeing his chin carefully. Several of the lower cavern girls chat amongst themselves... "I never thought him so handsome before... but there's something about his face... his chin, maybe?... that just makes me melt." "Oh, Garant's fine," Alyssa replies as she sits back from her meal. "Thank you." J'lor gives Kassima, R'val and Alyssa a very macho wave. Kassima quirks up a grin at the other Wingsecond. "Is he, now? Well, well... will miracles never cease. And here I thought he'd be a sadist all of his days. Whatever are you thanking me for? Surely nay for showing some curiousity and interest in the well-being of a friend?" Alyssa smiles as she waves briefly to J'lor. "What else, Kassima?" Kassima chuckles and smiles warmly back at Lys. "Oh, but y'know there're hardly thanks needed for that. It should be I thanking you for parting with the information." J'lor hmms. "I'm well enough," Kassi replies, leaning back in her chair and steepling her fingers over her own abdomen. "It's been nay quite eight months, so the Healers say 'twill nay likely be all that long now, though they tell me 'twould be more likely that I'd deliver late than early with this being the first. I must say that though I'm more than a bit anxious about this, I'll be glad t'be able t'get back to work in full." Alyssa hmmms. "I wonder. The period after the birth is very nice, you know." J'lor nods, rubbing his own stomach. "I can hardly believe all this comes from nothing. My Healer says that in a while I should start showing, and then it'll be pretty rapid from there." He nods from Alyssa. "So I've heard... I'm looking forward to experiencing my as yet unreleased maternal side." R'val peers at J'lor oddly, "Your..maternal side?" J'lor pokes R'val, "was a joke," he explains. Kassima inclines her head as she inquires of Alyssa, "How so? I'd be grateful for aught you could tell me, Lys... all of this promises t'be rather a new experience for me." She suddenly swivels her head about to peer at J'lor in surprise. "Y'mean the Water's *finally* worked on a... oh, 'twere jesting." R'val phews, "Good thing, J"lor...You pregnant is a fearsome thought indeed!" Alyssa glances sideways at J'lor, shrugs a bit, and answers Kassima with a small smile. "After nine months with the baby, Kassima...leaving him or her behind is not so easy as you might think." J'lor peers at Alyssa and Kassima. J'lor says "well, obviously you two have a lot to talk about, sorry for interfering." J'lor walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Kassima blinks after J'lor. "What was that about?" she wonders, before shrugging as she turns back to Lys. "Easy or nay, there'll still be something good about having m'old work and freedoms back t'me. If'n I never have t'see the Wings assembling for Fall without me again, 'twill be too sharding soon." Alyssa nods. "That's understandable." She looks toward the direction J'lor took, frowns, and rises to take her plate toward the sink. Kassima sighs, casting another glace after J'lor herself. "Mayhaps we should change the topic... so, has anyone heard any news or gossip from the outside world of late?" "I'm very bad at gossip," Alyssa admits with a sigh. Kassima smiles faintly up at Lys. "Well, 'tis all right... any news would do. I hear a few things still, from Lysseth's conversations with other dragons and visitors, but I rather feel like I'm out of touch with how things are out of the Weyr. R'val, did you see the Igen Hatching? I've been meaning to ask, how did that go?" R'val blinks out of his own thoughts, swivelling his head about to train his gaze on Kassima, "Pardon?" He says blankly, then awareness floods his face, "Ah! The Igen hatching. Aye, I did see it. It went smoothly, although towards the end one poor lad was raked by a bronze most nastily." Alyssa winces a bit. "I didn't hear that at all. Dear, that always seems to happen." Kassima winces faintly, but nods. "That happens... quite a bit, in fact. 'Tis why Candidates are told how important 'tis t'dodge. Did anyone we'd be apt to know of Impress?" R'val shakes his head, "No one I was familiar with Impressed on Igen's sands this time." "I hated missing it," says Alyssa with true regret. "I thought I'd heard that Taira Impressed a brown... she was here for a time, and brought Ofira all those kiwi from the South. Quite a nice lass, I thought." To Lys, she nods somberly. "As did I; I hate missing any Hatchings, in very truth." R'val blinks owlishly, "How could I forget!" He exclaims, "Aye, Taira Impressed, to a brown." Alyssa's eyes unfocus for a moment, then she shrugs. "I don't remember a Taira..." Kassima notes, "She was only here for a few days... I happened to talk with her in the Cavern one evening, 'tis all, else I'd likely fail to remember her m'self." Rising, Alyssa announces quietly, "I'm going to turn in, I think...F'nar ought to be finished with reports. Good night, you two." R'val favours Alyssa with a lazy smile and a wave, "G'devening to you, Lys." Kassima nods, looking up at the Wingsecond and waving to her at the same time. "G'night, m'friend. Be well, sleep well, and dream well." Lysseth> Juliath backwings for a landing. Alyssa walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Lysseth> Lysseth warbles a greeting to her arriving clutchsister, before extending her muzzle to rumble quietly to Alyssa as well. Lysseth> Astride Juliath, Meli gives Juliath a gently scritch, shifts her clothes back out of their twisted position, a result of her dismount, and heads into the cavern. Lysseth> Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to the ground, giving her a gentle caress. Lysseth> Meli smiles when she spots Alyssa, giving her a wave and moving closer, carefully. "Evenin', 'lys. Headin' up?" Lysseth> Alyssa scritches Lysseth, calls a quiet greeting to Vidarth, and smiles wearily at Meli. "Evening. Yes...I was up first thing this morning, before dawn, to patch up poor Villamenth...if he'd only leave the numbweed be..." Lysseth> Meli nods, smiling gently at her friend. "Well, get yourself a good night's sleep, neh? You deserve it, I'd guess." Lysseth> Alyssa smiles fondly at the other greenrider. "You too. G'night." Lysseth> Alyssa uses the oiled straps and an extended foreleg to mount Adonith and, once settled between his neckridges, she rubs his hide adoringly and receives, in return, a loving warblecroon. Lysseth> Adonith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft. Meli walks in from the bowl. Meli walks in, fairly spritely, and heads towards the table, bypassing the food. "Evenin', folks." R'val waves amiably, "Evenin', Meli." Kassima smiles broadly over at her friend, lifting one hand in a wave. "G'deve, Meli. Look here at what Mart brought for me!" She holds up the brown stuffed dragon to display it, smile widening even further. Meli grins. "Ooh, tha's cute! Same pattern's mine, d'you think?" Kassima chuckles. "Perhaps, though I don't think 'tis exactly the same... I think he said that this one is Juliath's work. Certainly adorable though, 'tis nay?" Turning her attention from the toy to Meli, she asks with a grin, "How fares it with you?" Meli rests her hand on her stomach, in an unconscious gesture, and sighs slightly. "Oh, fine, I miss T'lar. Sooner we move y'up to th'weyr, sooner I'll stop bein' so lonely." Julaina's work, even. R'val cocks an eyebrow at Meli, "You miss T'lar? Where has he gone?" He asks. Benden Weyr> Alyssa was VERY impressed with Meli's dragon. Benden Weyr> Kassima grins at Lys. Well, if I can refer to you as Lysseth by accident, I can claim that Juliath made a stuffed dragon. :P :) Benden Weyr> Alyssa should be a dragon, ICly. Benden Weyr> <Meli> Juliath << I can do anything. I am Green and Benden. >> Kassima nods, smiling faintly. "Aye... I think I can sympathize, though 'tis hard t'concentrate on loneliness with the Swarm always chirping in m'ears. I did some packing up of clothes and things yestereve, since I couldn't sleep anyway... too hard t'get comfortable, y'know." Benden Weyr> <J'lyn> Lorieth: << You go, sisterfriend! >> Benden Weyr> <Kassima> Lysseth grabs a mic and sings, << I am Benden, hear me roar; I am too green to ignore! And I glow too much to go back and prete-e-end.... >> Shoot her now. ;) Benden Weyr> J'lyn thinks that Kassi sometimes has waaaaaaaaaaay too much free time... "Good, good," Meli replies. "An' we've Uri here t'help load an' unload. Could at least get y'settled in a new bed an' couch t'night, an' do the rest in bits over th'next few days, neh?" Benden Weyr> Kassima hees. It took me two seconds to think of that. I scare myself sometimes. :P :) Benden Weyr> Meli says, "Especially now that school's out..." R'val blinkblinkblinks. THey do? He looks at the bowl door consideringly. K'tyn walks in from the bowl. Salless tells her girls to look sharp when the weyrleader walks in. Kassima nods, pushing her chair back from the table. "Aye, sounds good... you'll have t'tell me what t'take; it's been a bit since 'twas last in your weyr t'see how much room there really is." "You /did/ offer t'help, Uri," Meli says over her shoulder as she rises, then sketches a salute to the weyrleader. In colored pencil, since the charcoal smudges. R'val salutes towards the weyrleader amiably and nods, "S'true, Meli, I did." he replies, "And I'm here to do just that." K'tyn raises his hand for the salutes he knows are coming. "Greetings, friends," he says quietly, moving to sit in the newly relocated Kitchen Table that's no longer by the kitchen. Kassima shifts in her chair, both to get up and to snap off a sharp salute to the Weyrleader. "G'deve, sir. And aye, R'val, y'did... don't worry, m'stuff's nay *that* heavy." And indeed the girls do, sliding their hemlines up and *other* things lower, they gather around K'tyn lustily. K'tyn smiles quietly, filling a mug of ale. He gapes at the girls, turning a brilliant shade of red. "Ah...Say, Need anyone else to help, ah, Kassi?" he asks hopefully. Benden Weyr> Meli laughs at the spoofer. Benden Weyr> J'cob bows Benden Weyr> K'tyn grins.:) That was funny! Ya'll just embarrassed poor Kiat to death.:) Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Night, Benden." Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "My speciality. After all, I can't torture *just* Ofira." Benden Weyr> K'tyn waves to Lys, "Seeya later!" Kassima tries very hard not to laugh at Kiat's coterie of groupies, and simply grins instead with a nod to him. "Certes! The more the merrier, y'know, if'n y'don't mind a bit of loading and unloading. How much depends on what we decide t'take." "D'you think," Meli intones, "your 'lizards'll stay in th'old weyr, hopefully?" R'val chortles quietly as he sips his klah, "Well, I'm here." K'tyn slams his ale, masterfully tossing the mug to a nearby drudge. "Ah, well, I'm all for it, then! Shall we? I need some running and hauling about, after sitting these last few days." He looks at Meli, then grins cheekily. "Ah, now you mean you wouldn't want that fair of hers in your weyr?" Kassima shakes her head at Meli. "Nay all of 'em, though most of 'em will just flit in and out rather than staying... and will probably spend nights in m'weyr. But Kyril, Zabre, Quixote, Rhiannon, Kinte, Kimrel, and Kechara at least will be apt to hang about." Meli nods, both to the WL and to Kassi. "Good, I c'n deal w'that many, I think. An' yeh, let's get started 'fore it gets much later." Kassima laughs and nods to Kiat. "Aye! Meli, does it sound good t'you that we should start now? With a Weyrleader and a bluerider to help us, surely 'twill be naught but a snap." She snaps her fingers, just for emphasis. Emlyn walks in from the bowl. R'val favours Emlyn with a warm smile as she enters, waving, "Evening, Emlyn." Emlyn has her jacket hanging open. She gets herself a meal, then comes over to where her friends are sitting. Seeing the weyrleader, the young greenrider directs a proper salute his direction. "Evening, Friends." Meli smiles at Emlyn as she enters, and moves a few steps towards the bowl entrance before pausing. "Hmm, how should w'do this? Load up th'dragons w'some straps contraption or somethin'?" K'tyn grins at Kassima. "A snap? Well, mayhap not quite so easily, but.." he trails off, grinning at Emlyn, and with a somewhat resigned sigh, returns her salute with one of his own. "Heya Em." He looks at Meli. "I've still the sling I made for redecoratin' my weyr--that can take A LOT of things. Or some big things." Kassima waves to Emlyn with a smile in the younger greenrider's direction, while following after Meli. "Mayhaps... Kiat-sir, d'you still have those straps you used to tote things up when you were redecorating--aigh, get *out* of m'head!" Lysseth> Jaralth backwings for a landing. Meli grins. "Ah, good. I think, a lot of small things?" with an inquiring glance at Kassi. Lysseth> K'ti dismounts from Jaralth's neck, sliding down his extended foreleg gracefully to the ground. A large blue head swings around to watch her with softly whirling blue eyes. Emlyn pauses. "You're hauling equipment?" she asks generally. R'val nods, "That sounds very helpful, K'tyn!" Lysseth> Vidarth rumblerumbles to K'ti. Lysseth> Pleiath lifts her head to peer at the newcoming blue. She welcomes him with a low-pitched rumble. Lysseth> K'ti gives Jaralth a gentle scritch then offers a grin to Vidarth. "G'afternoonish t'ye too." Lysseth> Vidarth chuffs K'ti. Kassima nods to Meli. "A fire-lizard perch or two... mayhaps one chair, if'n there's room... aye, Emlyn--well, furniture would be more precise. I'm relocating t'Meli and T'lar's weyr temporarily." K'tyn laughs at Kassi, saying no more, though he does burp, suddenly. That Ale he drank so quickly is getting its revenge. Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles cordially to K'ti, from where she's stationed next to the Living Cavern. Lysseth> K'ti pushes that nose away, "ack! Don' tell me, he's been teachin ya chuffin too?" She's grinning though, ear to ear. Kassima politely ignores the burping of the Weyrleader, perhaps figuring that drawing attention to it would not only be unnecessary but against formal protocol. Benden Weyr> Kassima sorries for that pose... I just couldn't resist. ;) "Right, wha' she said," Meli says to Emlyn, gesturing at Kassi. With a slightly sly glance, she adds, "Want t'help?" Benden Weyr> K'tyn giggles.:) Sorry, I am feeling silly, but I realized what would happen if someone drank 12 or so ounces of ale at once...;) Lysseth> K'ti pulls her jacket closer and says, "Anythin goin on in there, Lysseth?" Emlyn nods. "I'd be glad to help, Meli, Kassima." She doesn't ask -why- the greenrider wants to move. Benden Weyr> K'ti says, "Thud. Ale ail." Benden Weyr> Kassima giggles and doesn't mind. ;) It just amuses me. :) Lysseth> Lysseth inclines her head, and peers into the room for a brief moment. Her rumble when she looks back could possibly be construed as affirmative. Lysseth> K'ti pulls her helmet off and shakes her hair loose, chuckling for a moment then heading towards that cavern, "figured... think I'll see in 'ere too." Kassima grins broadly, picking up her brown stuffed dragon. "Marvelous! That makes a greenrider, a bluerider, and a Weyrleader all to help us. What more could we possibly need?" With that cheery thought, she meanders out of the LC, whistling something unidentifyable. You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Benden LC> K'tyn nods at Emlyn. "Not like these ladies should strain themselves, burdened as they are, hm?" Meli comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. R'val comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. K'tyn comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. Benden LC> Emlyn agrees with K'tyn and offers to let the cord-heavy bronzerider precede her. He's the weyrleader after all. Kassima steps aside just in time to avoid running into K'ti as she ambles out of the Cavern, holding a stuffed dragon. "Oh, heyla, K'ti! G'devening t'you." Emlyn comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. K'ti stops short an says, "Kassi... y'were prolly right, Lysseth. G'evenin t'ya" Benden Weyr> K'tyn must leave.:/ Darn eating schedule. :/ I am not sure if I will be back, so, rp what you will with Kiat moving things about and being generally helpful. Meli follows along close behind Kassi, looking not unlike her twin in their matching maternity tunics, giving the north bowl a sort of 'stuck between two bloated bookends' appearance. Benden Weyr> R'val hugs K'tyn. Benden Weyr> K'tyn grimaces. :) I WILL get used to this!:) SNUGS all. Kassima chuckles over at Lys, then looks back to her blueriding friend and smiles. "Forgive me for almost running into you back there. We're off t'move some furniture, y'see." As she says this, Lysseth gets to her feet and walks over until she's just beside her rider, probably blocking the LC entrance in the process. K'ti pauses then turns about to pursue. "Kassi, d'ya think that's such a good idea? I mean, wi'yer condition an all?" Emlyn takes a look at her dragon's straps while waiting for the crowd to move. Kassima grins and jerks her thumb back in the direction of R'val, Emlyn, and Kiat. "That's why we've recruited some help, y'see. You're welcome to assist, if'n y'care to, though a'course we wouldn't ask it of you...." She steps up onto her dragon's foreleg, starting the process of climbing up onto Lysseth's neck, which takes awhile these days. Meli chuckles. "Tha's th'whole point, we're movin' her in w'me and T'lar, so she's not all by herself in her weyr. An' we have all this wonderful help..." she trails off as Kassi explains. R'val crosses his arms over his chest with a grin as he is indicated, "I'd be glad to help, I said it, and tis so!" Meli climbs smoothly up Juliath's extended foreleg and settles herself between the neck ridges, as the green gives a welcome rumble from deep in her throat. K'ti grins then nods, "Now that sounds like an idea... though iffin I could help, I would. I'm jus headin down here t'get a little bite to eat an somethin fer Kyt's teethin. R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto the little blue's back and straightening. He pets his lifemate's head once as Vidarth rumbles excitedly, ready to fly. 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. <*> Emlyn pauses before mounting Pleiath. "Is there room on your ledge for all these dragons, Kassima?" Kassima nods down to K'ti as she settles herself into place, with a smile. "Well, thankee anyway, m'friend. I suggest the cheese-bread--'tis truly fine t'night." Glancing over at the others, she calls, "Ready whenever you are! And aye, Emlyn--Lyss has a big ledge, and I'll ask her to come inside and curl up on the couch to save some space. There's room for two in the couch, actually, and two or three on the ledge if'n they're willing to crowd in a bit, so all should be well." <*> Astride Juliath, Meli smiles at Emlyn. "Good question.. p'rhaps we should split up, have some help with th'loadin', an' some w'me to help clear a path in my weyr an' help with th'unloadin?" But then Kassi answers, and she shrugs with a smile. Benden Weyr> K'ti would come up, except she's hoping to leave from work shortly... <*> K'ti walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern. <*> From Vidarth's back, R'val nods towards Meli, yelling over, "That sounds like a sensible plan." Benden Weyr> Meli says, "Leaving work is definitely a Good Thing <tm>" Kassima grins over at Meli. "Well, that'd like as nay help keep things from getting too crowded to even move about." Benden Weyr> K'ti nodnods, definately. Leaving work before dark is even better :) <*> Emlyn uses Pleiath's forelimb as a step and seats herself between the green's neckridges. Benden Weyr> Kassima grins and snugs K'ti. :) <*> On Pleiath, Emlyn motions for Kassima to lead the way. Kassima nods and gives Lyss a light nudge, automatically checking the green's airspace before signalling her towards the skies. <*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air. You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to carry you aloft. You fold your wings and land on Lysseth's Ledge, then make your way into the weyr proper. 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. Juliath backwings for a landing. Vidarth backwings for a landing. From the air, Pleiath makes a circle around the bowl to give Lysseth time to clear the ledge for the dragons following her. Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to the ground, giving her a gentle caress. Lysseth strides gracefully to her couch, where she curls up to allow more room for the others. Kassima asks, "All right... where shall we begin, then?" R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch. Lysseth> Pleiath senses that Lysseth rumbles, << There should be room enough to land now, I think. >> R'val crackes his knuckles and glances at the room consideringly. Meli glances about, standing with her hands on her hips, or close enough to then. "Well, which ones d'you need t'take, Kassi? Let's collect 'em all, an' see which will go best in th'slings t'gether." Pleiath backwings for a landing. Kassima hrms, tapping her chin as she turns about to consider each perch. "That one," she says finally, pointing to the tiered perch she won at a Ruathan Gather. "And that one, there--two should be enough, since the rest can perch on Lyss. Think there might be room for this chair?" She pats her beloved and time-worn blue chair as a more normal person might pat their long-time pet canine. Pleiath looks around with curiosity, like a child entering a beasthold for the first time. Emlyn slides down Pleiath's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps to the ground. Meli sniffs, rubs her hand along her chin, tilts her head, and then nods. "Should be fine, I think. Th'side weyr's through a narrower passage, but it's not /too/ narrow." Kassima adds, pointing to a fairly neat stack of boxes--hrm, no wonder the room is less cluttered, "Those are the clothes and whatnay... I think I can leave most of m'knickknacks here, don't you? And the paintings and such. 'Tis nay as though 'twill be all that long a'fore I'm back here." Meli nods, grinning. "Not too long, neh." R'val leans back against Vidarth, crossing his arms over his chest as he listens, unspeaking, ready to move when asked, but having no idea how to plan this. Kassima considers, then amends, "But I would like m'old footstool, since 'twill like as nay come in handy. Guess there's nay point in taking the wine cabinet or knife rack...." She looks at these two items of furniture rather wistfully. "The press, though, will likely have t'go. Aught else?" "Might want t'bring th'cradle, since you'll likely want t'stay settled th'first few days,neh?" Meli replies. Kassima nods, "Excellent point. And the quilt, as well as the baby clothing that Alea brought for me and the slings. I didn't think there'd be this much to move, but it certes does stack up... still, it shouldn't be too much trouble for all of us. Right?" She smiles hopefully at R'val and Emlyn. R'val glances consideringly from the greenriders, to his straps, where he attaches several handy pouches, long and leather, to hold goods. Emlyn snaps her fingers. "I'll go get that set of sturdy straps I've been working on for Pleiath. Be right back. They're cargo straps." Emlyn uses Pleiath's forelimb as a step and seats herself between the green's neckridges. Pleiath turns in a tight circle to face the sky. The ledge is big, but not big enough for her to jaunt around carelessly. Pleiath spreads her wings and leaps from Lysseth's ledge. Kassima waves after Emlyn as the young greenrider departs, then turns to Meli, with a wry grin. "Well, I think that's everything. Chair, clothes, cradle, smaller table, slings, and two perches... nay so very bad. What shall we take on the first load, and who gets what?" Meli hrms again, then replies, "Take th'heavier stuff first, in case our helpers get tired?" R'val helpfully speaks up, "I'll take anything that's terribly heavy, so you two needn't strain yourselves." Meli smiles at R'val. "Thanks, that's great." She moves over towards the assembled pile, finding a relatively light item to shift towards the dragons. R'val grabs one of the heavier items, a chair, and grunts, tugging it towards Vidart. Kassima smiles over at R'val. "Thankee! I could wish all riders were as helpful as you...." Like Meli, she sets to work on the light stuff; both fire-lizard perches get strapped to Lysseth within fairly short order. R'val grunts, as he tugs the item towards Vidarth, then attempts to secure it to his straps, "Anything for two heavily pregnant friends..." Meli deposits her item carefully on Juliath, then heads back, checking the weight of the press. "Th'two of us t'gether might be able t'carry this, Kassi." Kassima opens her mouth to reply to that, then shuts it with a snap; judging by Lysseth's amused rumble, though, it's probably for the better that she refrained. "Aye, Meli...." She gets around to one side of the press, starting to lift it up and nodding for Meli to do the same. Meli lifts her end smoothly, from the knees, which is an amazing feat considering the press quickly bumps up against her belly. "Oof. Good thin' it's not a long walk!" "A good thing indeed," Kassi oofs, having the same problem. "Let's just get it over to whichever dragon's closest, eh?" R'val moves a few other smaller items to Vidarth,a s well as one larger chair and announces, "That's it for him this trip, I'm afraid..." Meli nods, huffing slightly as she crab walks towards Lysseth. "Thanks... puff... Uri." R'val moves towards Meli, moving at her side, "Need a hand with your own weight?" he asks with a slight grin. Kassima nods quickly over her shoulder to R'val. "That's most of the clothes, I think, which leaves one of the greens t'take the press and the other the table, plus whatever boxes are left... I think it can be done in one trip. Thanks, R'val...." She does, of course, similarly crabwalk and gasp for breath during all of this, until they finally reach her dragon. "Okay, now to get this *up* there...." "Ooof, help!" Meli calls, as she tries to lever the press up towards the straps. R'val hurries to Meli's side and levers along with her, "Here!" The press eventually gets strapped up onto Lysseth, with the efforts of all three riders. It does not, in fact, take very long to get everything indicated as being on the travel-list packed up between the efforts of the various riders. Kassima sighs as Lyss gets to her feet, testing out the weight of the various accoutrements strapped to her. "Lysseth says she's fine," the rider reports. "Are you two ready?" Meli nods, checking Juliath's load as well, then starting the now familiar process of hiking up to the green's ridges in stages, rather than one quick movement. 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. <*> Meli climbs smoothly up Juliath's extended foreleg and settles herself between the neck ridges, as the green gives a welcome rumble from deep in her throat. <*> R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto the little blue's back and straightening. He pets his lifemate's head once as Vidarth rumbles excitedly, ready to fly. <*> From Vidarth's back, R'val hikes onto Vidarth's back, strapping himself in, "Ready?" Kassima straps on those peculiar leg-cuffs that serve in lieu of a belt for her, and settles carefully into place. Lyss makes no protest of the excess weight, and ambles out towards the ledge. "Ready!" Kassi calls back. <*> Juliath spreads her wings and leaps from Lysseth's ledge. <*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air. You spring from Lysseth's Ledge with one downsweep of your wings, soaring into the sky above the Northern Bowl. <*> Juliath flies towards the south end of the bowl. You fly towards the south end of the bowl. <*> Juliath lands on Meli and T'lar's Weyr. You fold your wings and land on the smoothed stone of Juliath and Nicoth's ledge with a slight thump. Meli and T'lar's Weyr(#6505RAs) Moving into Meli and T'lar's weyr, you glance at your surroundings. At once, you notice that this weyr isn't an overly large one -- but the lack of size gives it a comfortable and homey atmosphere. A big, roomy bed takes up perhaps a fifth of the space where it's tucked away in the corner; the thick, soft red comforter makes it look like heaven to the weary eye. Another large section of space holds T'lar's work bench, resting against the wall and covered with tools, dyes and pieces of hide. Aside from the bed and bench, the furniture in here is pretty basic -- a press here, a chair there, with everything designed primarily for comfort. Out near the ledge, Juliath and Nicoth's couches, you notice, are immaculately clean; the sleeping furs that line them look free of any dust or grime whatsoever. A large tub of oil rests beside Juliath's couch, with a paddle propped up beside it, for when Juliath demands the pampering that is her due. An elegant vase filled with brilliantly colored and heavenly scented tropical flowers rests atop one press where it can brighten up the entire weyr. Contents: Juliath Nicoth(#7847JOaes) Alluire Big Comfy Wood-Framed Bed Vase <*> Meli slips smoothly down from Juliath's neck to her foreleg and to the ground, giving her a gentle caress. 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. Vidarth backwings for a landing. R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch. Meli looks out at the long drop to the bowl below. Juliath pokes her head in, grabbing a few errant souls in her mighty jaws, carrying them out to drop off her ledge. R'val clambers down off Vidarth's back and surveys the scene, "Hrm. This is going to get crowded." Lysseth crouches down close to the floor of the ledge/weyr as her rider requests, to make unloading somewhat easier. "Kiat did a good job of clearing out space," Kassi can't help but notice, glancing into the crack that leads to the smallish weyr. "The crack's a bit narrow, but so long as I don't become *quite* as big as a heifer...." Meli chuckles. "Neh, see tha' crack there?" she says, pointing to the wall just inside from the ledge and couch area, where a four or five foot wide gap can be seen. "Leads to another weyr, small but it'll be fine." Kassima nods to Meli, grinning. "Should suffice for the nonce, I'd say. We'll have t'borrow a cot, though... there's nay chance that m'bed would fit through that gap." Meli nods again. "Good thin', really, since I don' think we could haul tha' thing over here very easily." Kassima snorts. "Trust me, we couldn't. I've always considered it a miracle that Lyss didn't strain her wings hauling it here in the first place, and I know *I* was sore from helping to heft it for two sevendays after. Well, anyway, shall we get this stuff unloaded and into the room?" Without further ado, Meli begins shifting boxes and items off Juliath, into a pile closer to the crack, then starts hauling things deeper into the passage. "Jus' need t'crack th'glows..." her voice echoes back. R'val unhooks the strap on Vidarth that holds the chair and, for a moment, has it above his body, straining his back. He 'erks' loudly and lowers it steadily, panting as he puts it to the ground, "Shardin' heavy chair!" He says. Kassima manages to unload the perches and boxes from Lyss without much effort, and even gets the press down--after all, taking things down is always easier than putting them up in the first place. "Aye--where are some extras, Meli? And R'val...." She chuckles. "'Tis another heirloom, I'm afraid. As m'parents' only daughter, and Da the keeper of the cothold, I got most of the heavy, old furniture that's antique enough to be nice but that nay anyone else had a use for." R'val pats the heavy chair, "It is lovely, despite its enormous weight. Where d'you want it?" Kassima picks up a stray glowbasket and carries it into the small side-weyr, manuevering past the rest of the unpacked things. "Um... well, 'twill need t'be getting that cot a'fore we can really judge where everything should go. But right against that corner there should suffice for the nonce." R'val nods in respoesn to that, pushing the chair with a grunt of effort towards that corner, "It'll do, you're right. The cot..hrm" He glances consideringly at your personal space. Kassima glances about the room, and nods. "A cot, furs--I can get a pillow from m'weyr, and some glow-holders, too. Can't believe we forgot those. But I'll need more glows from the stores, 'tis for certain, and then there's all the clothing to unpack...." She sighs, weary but otherwise amused. "And t'think, I took moving for granted when I first got m'own weyr!" R'val chuckles, "I don't see how you could, if you had all this stuff to move in the first place. Faugh, even unpregnant it's a load of work." Kassima chuckles at R'val. "Ah, but there's the key: I didn't. T'lar brought m'press up for me when I forgot it in the Barracks initially, I didn't have this many clothes, nay cradle, and the furniture for the most part came later... though I did have to drag that bed and chair here. M'family helped get it onto Lyss, so 'twas nay so very bad. We had to haul it a distance from the Hold, though... a true pain in the neck, quite literally." R'val sits on the chair that he so recently plopped in the corner and sprawls, nodding faintly to you in thought, "Hmm. And Kieri and I moved our stuff to our first weyr as a sort of team effort. I had to move a lot in my own weyr recently as well." He frowns, "What with Tinya being gone." Kassima settles for sitting on her press, nodding. "Having to move things: reason number... well, I think I'm too tired to remember the count. 'Tany rate, I'm for heading down to the Cavern for some cider and a rest a'fore I see someone about the rest of the furniture. What of you?" R'val rises from the comfy chair and nods, "Sounds like a plan to me, Kassi." Kassima slides off the press and heads out to the weyr proper, giving Lysseth a pat on the neck and murmuring encouraging words to her lifemate. "I'll rest soon, Lyss, I promise. Shall we, R'val?" With that, she takes hold of Lysseth's straps and practically hauls herself up into place. 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. <*> R'val uses Vidarth's side straps to mount up agilely, settling onto the little blue's back and straightening. He pets his lifemate's head once as Vidarth rumbles excitedly, ready to fly. <*> Vidarth leaps off the ledge. <*> 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 off the ledge.