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Flights of Fancy


Date:  January 12(?), 1996
Places:  Benden Weyr's North Bowl; Southern Boll's Gather Beach and
Water Off the Shore
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:  This is one of those logs that I've posted as much for
posterity as anything; Kindre's flattered me endlessly by saying good
things about the talk that Kassi gave when Kindre asked her about
controlling female dragons in a mating flight, so I thought maybe I 
should make said talk available for anyone who was curious about just
what Kassi said. :)  On top of that, there's plenty of vine-swinging
too--practice which was destined to come in handy later. ;)

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The Log:

You backwing for a landing on sands of the bowl.

<*> Kindre comes down from Herath's ledge.

<*> Herath comes down from Herath's ledge.

Kassima waves to Kindre and Herath as Lysseth rumbles a respectful greeting
to the queen. "Kin, heyla! You off to go somewhere?"

<*> Mikall turns from Kheveth to face Kindre, "Evening "

<*> Kindre smiles, "Hey there, Kassi! Feel like jaunting over to Southern
Boll? Herath's been snidely referring to the cold lately and Jehrina
suggested Boll. Hello again...you know, I never did catch your name," she
says to Mikall.

<*> Mikall hits his forehead, and sighs, "My fault, its Mikall, of a minor
Ruathan hold."

Kassima grins and laughs, "Shells, I've got nay choice now! Mention Boll
around Lysseth, and she'll argue with me for the rest of the day about
going--thinks the warm's good for both of us, Faranth help me. I'm all for
it. Already have m'sunning things in the strap-pouch, in fact." She nods
over to the strange lad with a smile. "Benden's duties to Ruatha, then;
well met, etcetera."

<*> Mikall whispers to Kindre, "I've never ridden a dragon before, what do
I do."

<*> "Ah, well met Mikall, Benden's duty and such," Kindre says with a
smile. Herath snorts a brief greeting to Lysseth, though her mood seems
improved once the warm place is mentioned. Chuckling, Kindre nods, "I've
mine as well...and done my duties too. Hmm," she turns to Mikall, "just
follow what I do."

<*> Mikall nods to Kassima, "Evening Weyrwoman"

<*> Mikall turns back to Kindre, "Ok."

Kassima blinks at Mikall. "Evening *what*? Weyrwoman? Shards, nay... I'm
just Kassi. This lump," she slaps her green's neck, "is Lysseth."

<*> Kindre's eyes widen, "Oh, and this," she nods to the brooding dragon
behind her, "is Herath."

<*> Mikall turns to Kassim *choke* Kassi, and says "I was brought up
knowing that dragon riders were ordinary people, but to always show
respect, so..."

Kassima shakes her head. "I appreciate that, but I'm hardly a Weyrwoman.
Just another crazed greenrider." She grins.

<*> Kindre chuckles and shakes her head. "Mikall here asked if I'd take him
to bowl when I went. And your not crazed...much," she teases. "Ready,
then," she looks at the young man.

<*> Mikall shrugs, and sighs, "Another well meant bit by my parents run
afoul." I'll have to get used to you at Benden, at Fort it was all 'Yes,
bronzerider, and yes werewoman, rightaway rider of such-dragon."

<*> Mikall turns to Kindre "yes"

Benden Weyr> Sionelle says, "Caitria! I thought of you today. I found a
very, very good 'cowmoo.wav' file on my computer. :)"

<*> Kindre gives Herath a soft, loving pat on the side. Humbling her oft
high-held muzzle, Herath dips close to the ground and Kindre half-steps,
half-tugs herself up with courtly ease. An unusally easy and contented
glint is in her eyes as her lifemate bestrides her.

Benden Weyr> Caitria ooohies! As Kassi pointed out, I need cows on my web
page. No .wavs, tho, I think. :)

Kassima looks downright disappointed. "I'm nay crazed? And here I've been
working so hard to be, too...." She eyes Mikall, and chuckles wryly.
"Bronzeriders are bronzeriders, goldriders are goldriders, and I'm neither.
I don't stand on formality, either. Kassima or Kassi is just fine."

Benden Weyr> C'vadan hees.

Benden Weyr> L'nay snuggaSionelle! :)

Benden Weyr> Sionelle hi's to the rest of y'all, too. I also found the
picture of Jehrina that's linked to the Benden page. Not at all they way I
pictured her. :)

Benden Weyr> T'lean waves

Benden Weyr> L'nay says, "She was exactly the way *I* pictured her,
Sionelle. ;)"

Benden Weyr> Sionelle did also find a 'Cow Crossing' sign in her collection
of highway sign clip art.

<*> Gracefully astride Herath, "Same with me," Kindre says, "Kindre or Kin
will work fine for now."

<*> Mikall bestrides Herath. Looking rather bored as she waits for him to
settle in, she snorts impatiently.

<*> Astride Kindre's gold, Mikall smiles at Kindre, I'm on

<*> From her gold Herath, Kindre pulls on her gear before turning to make
sure Mikall is properly strapped in. "I can see that...*clip*...there, all
snug in place. Kassi," she calls over to the greenrider, "I believe we're
reeady if you are."

<*> From golden Herath, Mikall smiles broadly

Kassima gives Kindre the thumb's up signal. "Aye, we're ready!"

<*> Gracefully astride Herath, Kindre nods and givers Herath the familiar pat.

<*> Herath takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry
her 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.

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

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

<*> Herath 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!

You wing down onto the gather beach.

<*> Herath backwings to a landing.

<*> Between Herath's neckridges, Mikall coughs and gags, astonshed

Benden Weyr> Sionelle redid the design for her 'Sionelle' character page
today too, industriuos lil' thing. She even animated the dragon .gif she's
got there (if you can call eyes that change color 'animation'). Hee!

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.

Kindre gives Herath's neck a loving rub before she slips down with the
polished ease of familiarity. The gold's eyes seem to burn through Kindre
until she is certain her lifemate is sure-footed on the ground, then turn
equally as hot to the surroundings in a quick survey.

Mikall slips down Herath's golden hide. She snorts impatiently as she waits
for him to land safely on the ground.

Benden Weyr> C'vadan says, "Cool, Elle :)"

Benden Weyr> Caitria zowies, and will check when she's installed netscape.
*peering at bbpost* Do I count as 'senior weyrstaff'? And is it too late to
offer to read Search apps and stuff?

Mikall stumbles off Herath, still wobbly-legged.

Benden Weyr> Davidon wants to put up a Davi page.

Mikall shivers, that was COLD!

Benden Weyr> Caitria realizes how out of the blue that was. Sorry. *chuckle*

Kassima slides down to the ground, and immediately starts rummaging through
her lifemate's strap-pouch. "Just give me a moment to get changed a'fore I
suffocate," she grins at Kin.

Benden Weyr> C'vadan says, "Cav's page is okay... but I *really* like my
wallpaper for it :)"

Kindre smiles brightly, and even Herath seems infected suddenly by the
welcome warmth. "Okay, I want to as well. Mikall? If you'll excuse me here
a moment," she says and slips behind Herath.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle says, "Where is it? :)"

Benden Weyr> Caitria needs to check it out. And make her own page.

Benden Weyr> Sionelle never minds, and +fingers you, Cav. Doh.

Benden Weyr> C'vadan shivers. "Do that again, Elle..." ;)

Kassima finds the clothes she was looking for, and walks behind Lysseth. "I
just love coming to Boll," she comments, her voice somewhat muffled by the
bulk of her dragon. "Warmth is such an improvement over the snows...."

Benden Weyr> Sionelle yeah yeahs. :P Neat Wallpapaer, yep. Very low-key,
which is good. :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria pokes Cav.

"I totally agree there," Kindre's voice filters up from behind her
lifemate. "Jehrina thought perhaps this would help settle her moods of
late. I think..." she's cut off by some comment in her head, "...well, it
may help," and then chuckles. Dressed, finally, she circles back around.

Mikall says "where are we going now?"

Benden Weyr> Sionelle wants someone with an old version of some browser to
look at her new 'elle' page, since she built it with fairly recent bits of
HTML.

Kindre quirks a brow, "I though you wanted to come in search of a friend of
yours?"

Mikall shrugs, well you have the dragon, so I guess I meant where are you
going, so I don't have to WALK back to Benden.

Kassima walks out from behind Lysseth, also dressed, setting her heavy
winter-type riding clothes beside her green. "Lyss can almost never argue
with me when we come to Boll," she agrees, "and she's one of the most
argumentive creatures I've ever met sometimes...."

Mikall waves goodbye to the dragonriders, and walks off.

Mikall wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Kindre chuckles, "I don't plan on going far..." she says to the retreating
back of the young man. Shrugging, she the bobs her head, "Oh, true
enough...I'm hoping this'll help. She's been so...well, ornery? Is that the
proper word? ...lately."

Kassima watches after Mikall, and shakes her head. "Strange young man," she
observes. "I can't believe he called me Weyrwoman; I've been called a lot
of things in my day, but *that's* nay one of 'em. And Lyss sure as shells
isn't easy to mistake for a gold."

Mikall wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Kindre laughs a bit, "You're right on that first count...oh," she calls
when Mikall reenters, "thought we may have lost you."

Mikall says "They say they haven't seen him in a while, couple months or
so, so...he might be dead out in Fall, he was foolish, or maybe he ran off.

"That's an awful shame, Mikall. I'm sorry to hear it and hope it's the
latter," Kindre comments before spying the water. "A swim sounds perfect!"

Mikall shrugs, "Hope so."

Kassima nods. "Aye, hopefully 'tis... as Kin said. Doesn't it, though? Have
you ever swung the vine, perchance? Lady Dyane once told me that 'tis a
*very solemn* Bollian ritual." Kassi folds her hands and does her best to
look solemn and serious.

Mikall looks suprised, "Me?, I come from a minor Ruathan hold."

Kassima blinks at Mikall and explains, "'Twas speaking to Kindre, actually.
I know she's been to Boll a'fore, so thought she might've."

Kindre quirks a brow, "I don't believe I've attempted this ritual myself,
Kassi...R'val and I never quite got to it, I suppose, when we visited here
last."

Mikall meekly says, "I ought to be getting back to Benden soon, I've been
up since early and need rest, but I could probably wait another 5, 10
minutes."

Kassima ahs and nods. "Well, then... it is m'duty as a partaker in the
ritual of the vine to induct you into the ceremony by demonstration. Watch
carefully...." She holds her head high, and starts off at a sedate,
ladylike pace... then, suddenly, breaks into a run that isn't dignified in
the least.

Kassima grabs at the vine, /misses/ it and lands in the water with an
enormous splash. *SPLAT*

Lysseth> Mikall sighs and shakes his head

Kassima resurfaces with a cough, wiping water out of her eyes, and waves
over to the goldrider. "See? Wasn't that *cough, splutter* a terribly
solemn ceremony?"

Lysseth> Kindre laughs aloud! "Another 'event,' if you will, for me to try
my luck at? Though, to be true, it does look like fun!" Turning back to
Mikall, she nods, "Well, we may not leave for a bit of time...there's
always a wagon that travels through that can bring you back?"

You wade towards the shore.

Kassima suggests, "There's always Boll's watchrider, too."

Mikall scoffs, "Would he/she take me?"

Kindre blinks, "I don't see why not..."

Kindre runs toward the vine, leaps up and grasps the vine, sweeping
majestically out over the water. However, upon seeing the distance down to
the water, their hands refuse to let go and after several minutes of
swinging back and forth, two drudges help them down off the vine with
crowbars.

Mikall says "What should I tell the Boll watchrider?"

Kassima grins at Kin. "I'truth! 'Twould make a right proper event to
challenge--" She breaks off to note to Mikall, "More'n likely, Mikall. As
Kin says, why nay?"

Kassima shrugs. "The truth? That you'd like a ride back to Benden?" She
looks over to watch Kin swing, and doubles over giggling.

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Mikall waves, "Thank you, I'll probably see you at Benden sometime."

Mikall wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Kindre comes up dripping with flushed cheeks, "Well, alright, a bit
frighteening at first, I'll admit..." Towelling her hair for a moments, she
nods, "Exactly. They're there for such duties. Bye Mikall...boy, he is
quick, hmm?"

Kassima watches Mikall leave, wiping her dripping bangs out of her eyes.
"That lad," she comments, "is downright bizarre. Suggesting he *walk* back
to Benden? And I thought I was crazed... well, Kin, what d'you think of the
vine? Still think it might make a fine event? I bet with practice, you
*could* win that mark back." The mark is obviously all-important to Kassi's
tightfisted mind.

Mikall wanders in from the tidal pool.

Mikall looks helplessly at Kindre and says, "I can't find the firehights"

Kindre bobs her head quickly, "True enough there...oh, hello again,
Mikall." Looking over the vine and its slowed swing, she grins, "Practice,
hmm...shells, I'll come hre every day if it means getting my mark back from
him! Oh, what sweet justice that'd be..."

Kassima hrms. "Mayhaps you could try asking 'round at the Hold? I've ne'er
seen the 'Heights, m'self... 'twas never a need. Kin, you've read m'mind!
After all...." Her eyes twinkle. "It's all *skill*, nay luck. So practice
should help. Shouldn't it?"

Mikall waves and leaves.

Mikall wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Kindre nods, "Same with myself...I didn't little travelling before I came
to Benden so am unsure where to find anyone here." Grinning, she nods to
the greenrider, "Oh, Kassi, the skill, should I get it, would certainly
give me favor!"

Kassima adds, "And think on it this way--even if things wouldn't work out,
we'd know for sure 'tis luck and nay skill. And wouldn't it be something,
to see drudges prying his hands free with a crowbar?" The greenrider's face
practically lights up with wicked glee. "Maybe we could commission *that*
from Channa, too... but even if 'tis nay so, then, we can still have fun."

Kindre laughs harder as her head bobs, "Oh, crackdust, I'd gladly give away
every mark I owe to see him -pryed- from the vine!"

Kassima laughs. "You and me both... well, I think I'll give it another
shot. And maybe *reach* the sharding vine this time!"

Kassima grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

"That," is Kassima's wry remark, "didn't go precisely as I'd planned it."

Kindre kneels and the ground and giggles, "Oh, shards, we'll need a lot of
practice at this, I think," she notes after the splash. "I need to try
again, too," she says as fear momentarily lights her eyes.

Kassima grins at Kin. "Ah, but 'tis so euphoric when you do manage to do it
right...."

Kindre grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kindre runs up, "Woo! That was fun! Well," she admits sheepishly, "once I
wasn't afraid, anyhow."

Kassima laughs and applauds. "You did splendidly! And I'm *nay* leaving
here until I top that." With that, she's off again at top speed.

Kassima grabs the vine, swings far out, releases, and does 3 backflips
before knifing into the water with nary a ripple.

Kassima surfaces and, pushing back her hair, raises one fist high in the
air and gives a victory whoop. "Yeeeeehah!" It is safe to say that she is
delighted.

You wade towards the shore.

Kindre's eyes widen, "Great Faranth, Kassi! That was so impressive," she
says enthusiasticly. "We're certainly wipe the beach up with him if you can
do that again!"

Kassima bows. "Thankee, thankee... I'll have you know, 'twas all skill."
She winks. "Or nay! Aye, but think of this--he's nay only a jinx, but his
luck makes it likely he'd do the same, don't y'think? Can't be too careful."

Kindre rolls her eyes, "True enough...he seems to absorb every drop of luck
I manage to have, I swear it." Eying the vine again, she grins lopsidedly,
"Mind if I give it another try?"

Kassima laughs, "'Tis a free vine! I'm hardly Lord or Lady Boll, t'be
telling you y'can't. Or a Weyrwoman," she adds with an impish grin,
"despite what yon lad might mistakenly believe."

Kindre laughs before rushing over and trying it again.

Kindre grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

Kassima grimaces, and calls over, "You okay?"

From the shallow waters, Kindre breaks the surface of the water and then
splashes, "Jays...hmm? Oh, yes," she admits and grumbles audibly.

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

"Seems even speaking of him ruins my luck," Kindre jokes.

Kassima grins. "Then let us speak of him nay!" she suggests, eyeing the
vine. "Here goes naught...."

Kassima swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.

You wade towards the shore.

Kindre blinks, visibly amazed, "I am again impressed, Kassi," she chuckles,
"How do you -do- that?"

Kassima skips back up, grinning from ear to ear. "I just love that! It gets
the blood racing, never being sure what'll happen when you take the plunge
so to speak... oh," she gestures dismissively, "'tis all in the release. If
y'can get away from the vine properly, you can do--or try to do; nay always
succeed in--about anything! And I have done this a'fore, a time or two. But
I swear on Faranth's glowing wingsails that it's just luck for the most part."

Kindre wrinkles up her lips and thinks about this. "Nearly anything, huh?
In the release...." Thoughts continue to whirl before she takes off to
charge the vine again, "We'll see," she calls before reaching it.

Kindre grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.

From the shallow waters, Kindre bobs in the water, waving and smiling,
"Yay!" before diving under and swimming back in.

Kassima applauds and yells over, "Good going, Kin! See, y'can do this!"

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kindre puts her hands on her hips, "I think if I -don't- think about it,
I've better 'skill' at it," she chuckles.

Kassima chuckles. "Just don't look down," she suggests wryly. "Think I'll
give it another go--bet I screw up this time!"

Kindre grins, "You'll do fine!"

Kassima swings out on the vine a few times, gaining momentum, releases, and
performs 3 somersaults before twisting into a simple dive.

Lysseth> "See? I told you," Kindre says between chuckles, "You are simply a
natural at this, I swear it!"

You wade towards the shore.

Kassima shakes her head, chuckling. "Can't be; if I were a natural at this,
after all, wouldn't I be a natural at dancing and other things that require
agility too? I think it can be agreed by all that I'm *nay.*"

Kindre rolls her eyes and smiles wide, "Mayhap...though, in my opinion,
this is much more fun than dancing. Perhaps that's why you're so agile at
it? I'm not a bad diver myself...all those turns of swimming and diving
from trees at Half-Circle, but this rope thing is different. Fast," she
adds quickly and gigglees.

Kassima grins. "Aye! 'Tis a wild adventure, the vine... 'tis likely why I
like it. Lyss has learned better'n to try and keep me from doing the vine,
too, since she sees that I don't ever get *hurt* at it. Plus," she adds
thoughtfully, "I've only tried dancing once, and that was with Mart--we all
know what a jinx *he* is. But I think 'tis truth that I've nay skill in
that arena regardless."

Kindre bobs her head quickly, "Oh, true, it's great fun! And it'd be hard
to trluy hurt more than your pride by swinging on it." Crossing her arms on
her chest, she rolls her eyes, "Dancing, Jays, I'll never get -that-. I
tried...once...at my brother's handfasting, and nearly broke half a dozen
toes while in the process! I'm content enough," she says and grins, "to
watch."

Kassima laughs. "If I can break Mart's toes next time, I'll be happy... so,
are you going to try again?"

Kindre laughs, "Please? Just one or two of the more important ones," she
winks. "Yea, I'll have another go." And, with that, she bounds after the vine.

Kindre runs toward the vine, leaps up and grasps the vine, sweeping
majestically out over the water. However, upon seeing the distance down to
the water, their hands refuse to let go and after several minutes of
swinging back and forth, two drudges help them down off the vine with
crowbars.

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kindre shivers and picks her towel back up. Flushing, she shrugs, "Well,
okay, so I looked down that time..."

Kassima smiles sympathetically. "'Sokay, I've done that a'fore. 'Tis too
easy to lose the nerve... usually, I lose it if Lyss starts talking to me
mid-swing and I can't concentrate."

Kassima gives her lifemate a stern stare of rebuke, which Lyss meets with
one of angelic innocence. It's hard to guess whether the dragon learned
that from her rider, or rider from dragon.

Kindre chuckles watching the exchange, "Well," she says, "I had a few good
tries at it, at least, so I'm not too terribly disappointed."

Kassima chuckles. "Are y'wanting to stop, then? If'n 'tis so, I think I'll
go once more--to end mine on a bad swing, so I won't use up *all* m'luck at
once." This is yet another shining example of the nonsense of Kassilogic.

Kindre waves a hand, "Oh, shells no, I don't want to stop...just talking
myself out of feeling badly for the awful tries. Go ahead," she chuckles,
"you seem to be on a roll.

Benden Weyr> Caitria grins. And wonders sup at Boll?

Kassima laughs. "Well, if you're sure! I like the vine, and I'm nay tired
yet...." Of course not; anyone who knows Kassi at all knows that she gets
tired very rarely. If it were otherwise, she'd have dropped dead of
exhaustion long ago from dealing with duties, fire-lizards, an overly
argumentive dragon, plus all the hijinx she insists on participating in. "I
think we can still beat Mart at this. Can't you just *see* him scrambling
for the vine and missing?"

Kindre laughs and nods, "I hope to, at the least!"

Benden Weyr> Davidon missed anything that was posed in the LC :( Isn't
there a gather at Boll tonight?

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "We're swinging the vine, woo-hoo! :)"

Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "madness and mayhem! Oh, and what Kassi said, too
;)"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Nonono. That's the 15th, I think. Or 16th. Or
something. :)"

Benden Weyr> M'kla should probably stay away from all that. She's allergic
to fun.

Benden Weyr> Davidon sulks. ;P

Benden Weyr> Kassima figured with us both here, Kin, the madness and mayhem
were kinda implied. ;)

Benden Weyr> Kindre smacks her forehead, "Oh, right Kassi, I always forget
that!" ;)

Kassima grins. "So do I. And even if it never comes to pass, I do like the
mental image!" Gearing herself up once more, she heads vinewards.

Kassima runs at the vine, trips, and goes over the edge, arms and legs in
frenzied swinging before landing in the water on the tummy. *YIKES*

Benden Weyr> M'kla says, "It's not Bedlam Weyr w/o reason, lasses."

Lysseth> Kindre winces, her eyes squinching up quickly, "Oh crackdust,
Kassi," she calls, "are you alright?"

"Aiyeee!" is Kassi's exclaimation. "Oooh, ow, ow, ow, that smarts!" She
winces, and stays in the water awhile longer to let the sting fade before
walking back up to the beach. "Aye, aye; there's a temporary sting when
y'do that, but naught to cause concern! Does Lyss look worried?" She grins
and gestures to the green, who appears more amused by it all than anything
else.

You wade towards the shore.

Kindre chuckles after looking up and over at Lysseth, "Nah, I think she
took it rather well."

Benden Weyr> Kindre lol at Simpsons! Sorry :) Hee, it's the X-files one :)

Kassima chuckles as she wrings some water out of her braid, which doesn't
look too much worse for wear. "Your turn, weyrwoman!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima oohs, Kin, thanks for reminding me! :)

"Indeed it is," Kindre says before making quick steps across the beach.

Kindre grabs the vine, swings out, releases it before slicing cleanly into
the water.

Benden Weyr> Davidon says, "Ooh, I wanna watch that one. :) *begs someone
to tape it for him*"

Kassima woooos and claps. "Excellent!"

Benden Weyr> M'kla would, but they cut the cable to my apt complex. No one
has it *sob*

From the shallow waters, Kindre pops up and chuckles, "Well, they may be
boring, but clean!" She makes attempts to half-curtsy in the water, but
ends up nearly drowning herself. Giving up, she heads in.

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Kindre does the curtsy thing again, "It truly is amazing I've not landed
square on my tummy..."

Kassima giggles. "I'm for having a bite to eat a'fore we do any more... how
'bout you? Y'know, they serve chicken here--only place I've ever found that
does it."

Kassima adds, "And the mushroom soup! It's absolutely marvelous!"

Elenni says with a smile, "I can tell you the `entrees', the `dessert' or
the `drinks'. Which one do you want to hear?"

Benden Weyr> Kindre just WOOOS! STAR WARS! Jan 31st!

Elenni sighs, wipes her hands on her apron and looks at the ceiling,
ticking off items on her fingers:

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Star Wars? What's that? ;)"

Benden Weyr> Kindre beats Kassi with a Wooky ;)

Benden Weyr> M'kla says, "That's Wookie."

Benden Weyr> Kassima thwaps Kin with a teddy bear that has the ability to
bring down someone in full body-armor with a rock tied to a string. ;)

Benden Weyr> Kindre oopses :)

Benden Weyr> Kindre just faints, tho :) spammage over.

Benden Weyr> M'kla giggles. And that's an Ewok.

Benden Weyr> P'tran waves

Benden Weyr> Caitria wonders if anyone saw Saturday night live?

Benden Weyr> Caitria also waves to P'te.

Benden Weyr> Kindre scrolls up and just lol, Kassi! :) Hiya P'tran! Welcome
back :)

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Huh? P'tran's back? Where? Oh, wait, that's me
... :)"

Benden Weyr> M'kla hoooooos and waves to the FL.

Benden Weyr> Kassima wafflesalutes the FL and baps him with a Nerf bat,
just 'cause. :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Yep, M'kla. Aph used to make jokes about that
all the time. :)"

Benden Weyr> L'nay says, "P'TE! :)"

Benden Weyr> Caitria solemnly hands Kassi her Nerf Katana of Doom (+2)

Benden Weyr> P'tran hopes the Weyr is still in one piece? :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Well, not exactly... but we put it back
together with superglue, and only a few people have suffered death and
injury due to the mayhem. :)"

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Well, so long as you fit the pieces back
together so you can't see where they're broken :)"

Benden Weyr> M'kla hides the cutting torches.

Benden Weyr> T'lean says, "Aiiiiieee! It's P'tran....hide! :)"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "You mean we weren't suppose to let you see?
D'oh! Um... can you come back in a few days? ;)"

Benden Weyr> P'tran smirks :)

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "No, I better catch up on things tonight, since I
have 31 unread +mails :)"

Benden Weyr> Kindre eeks! :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria pssts and hands Kassi another pot of superglue, which
has a color amazingly like, and yet not quite, tea.

Benden Weyr> L'nay laughs. You'd think we didn't like you or something. ;)

Benden Weyr> P'tran grins :)

Benden Weyr> P'tran had a rather nice time while he was offline, so he
doesn't mind so much having to catch up :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Fear not, Kin! We're safe here at Boll, and
he'll never realize that it's all our fault that the Lake is surrounded by
the Snowman Gallery of Horror--oops! Did I say that aloud? I must get over
that habit. :P ;) *Takes the superglue and starts applying it to everything
broken... the LC, the Bowls, Salless's homemade wine-crushing vat....*"

Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "uh, Kassi, that sculpture melted, didn't it??
Yea, it must have...*grabs glue and dots it just everywhere...eek? it bonds
skin? yikes!* ;)"

Benden Weyr> P'tran notes it got rather cold the last few days in Wyoming.
It was a rare time the temperature got above 0 :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria iew. And is going to Wyoming this summer.

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "It gets warm in the summer, Caitria, but very
low humidity :)"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Well, no, but... I think I repaired all the
knife-damage, so as long as Cav and Mart don't talk... not that I did
anything to them, of course. 0:)"

Benden Weyr> Caitria nodnods. And peers at Kassi. I heard I need to read a
log of that.

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "The 'Greenrider Knife-Throwing Practice, or Day
Two of the Snowman Slaughter' log will be up soonish. When's up to the ever
generous and wonderful Melibabe. :)"

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Anyway, nothing really exciting happened on my
trip ... other than getting engaged that is :)"

Benden Weyr> M'kla grins a bit.

Benden Weyr> L'nay heehee

Benden Weyr> M'kla bellows, "CONGRATS!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima yays!!!!!!!!! and jumps up and down, beaming at the
FL. Woo-hoo, congrats P'tranaman!!!!! :)

Benden Weyr> Caitria woooo at P'te!

Benden Weyr> Kindre says, "Wow, P'tran!! 'Grats!! :)"

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Oh, did I forget to mention that up front? How
silly of me :)"

Benden Weyr> Caitria tickles P'tran.

Benden Weyr> M'kla laughs and pokes P'tran.

"Well, I think I'll give it another go," Kindre says, "let's hope my
-skill- holds up," she quips and chuckles.

Kindre grabs the vine, but slips, arms and legs flailing wildly before
landing unceremoniously into the water below. *PLOP*

Kindre steps onto the sands and grabs a towel.

Benden Weyr> Kassima thwaps the Boss with that wherry head sculpture. Silly
FL. :)

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Thanks for all the good thoughts :) There won't
be a wedding very soon since she's still in college, but I'll let you all
know when there's a date set :)"

Kassima grabs the vine and dives simply into the water, rippling the water
only slightly.

Benden Weyr> L'nay grins.

Benden Weyr> P'tran says, "Anyway ... :) Ok, all, I'm online tonight to
catch up on admin stuff. Feel free to page me with stuff, but I may be a
little slow in responding :)"

You wade towards the shore.

"Another good one, Kassi," Kindre grins, "I'm certain to get back my mark
from that brownrider with a bit more practice...heh, and luck."

Benden Weyr> Ursa peers at the LC. most of those "I feel like I"m coming
down with something but I'm not sick" lines are precursors to the "Ohmigod
I'm pregnant" line. you pregnant, Davidon? :)

Benden Weyr> P'tran is not touching that one, nope :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima always *said* that Water could do amazing stuff!

Benden Weyr> L'nay laughs!

Kassima chuckles. "Aye, aye! We'll win against him yet--just y'watch." She
walks over to Elenni. "I'm going to get m'self some dinner--would you care
for aught, Kin?"

Benden Weyr> Caitria turns on her +watch.

Kindre's eyes widen and she nods, "Oh, shells yes, I'm starved. I think we
missed evening meal at Benden as it is. Recommend anything?"

Kassima grins. "The mushroom soup, and anything with chicken... why nay ask
Elenni what's to have, and take whatever sounds good? As to drinks, I like
the Green Dragon m'self, but you might prefer the Gold."

Elenni prepares a plate of yellowfruit herb chicken with rivergrains and
hands it to Kassima.

Elenni nods and dashs off to get Kassima's request.

Elenni smiles as he hands Kassima a bowl of steaming mushroom soup.

Elenni smiles and pours a drink.

Elenni hands Kassima a glass of Green Dragon.

Kindre blinks, "Mushroom soup? Kassi," she notes with humor, "if I eat
that, I'll be sneezing all the way back to Benden! Allergic to the things,
don't you know. Hmm," she looks over the offerings, "R'val took me here
once and I did like the gold dragon."

Kassima balances her plates and wanders over to one of the various tables
to sit, sighing happily. "Boll serves food and drink that can't yet be
found at Benden--truly, it makes a fabulous change. Oh, that's a shame! But
better than what *I'd* be doing all the way back home if I ate the tubers;
I somehow doubt Lyss would want me to gag and choke while riding her." The
greenrider winks, then sets into soup and chicken with a vengeance.

Elenni fills a plate with yellowtail casserole and hands it to Kindre.

Elenni pours a drink for Kindre into a fluted glass.

Elenni hands Kindre a glass of Golden Dragon.

Kindre collects her substinances and walks over to the table. Placing each
down before taking a seat, she smiles. "This," she says while looking down
at her dish, "is more than I could have dreamed for. I used to get to eat
yellowtail a lot at home."

Kassima takes a sip of her Green Dragon and comments, "I think this's been
a pretty sharding good day, as days go, despite the dawn sweeps." She
chuckles, and pokes at her chicken with a fork. "I eat yellowtail
sometimes; Lyss and the fair are good at fish-catching, so whatever they
don't eat, I can take. But chicken, I don't get to try save here."

Kindre takes a bite of her fish and nods. "True...I like chicken, but
thought the fish here -had- to be good. How's yours," she wonders while
shovelling another bite into her mouth.

Kassima grins and swallows, "Exceptional! But food's always better when
you're famished, which I am after that vine experience."

"Jays, that's certainly true," Kindre says before taking a sip from her
drinnk. "I was a bit hungry when we left, but just shrugged it off in the
rush I was in to get here. And how glad I am we did! That vine is great
fun, and Jehrina was right, Herath seems a bit more mild-tempered."

Kassima laughs. "Well, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you? If she's
anything 'tall like Lyss, it's easier for her to enjoy herself when you're
having fun... seems many dragons are that way." She sets down her fork for
a moment to stretch, getting a crick out of her neck. "So good to be out of
the cold for a bit!"

Kindre, fork currently in her mouth, bobs her head quickly before realizing
how silly it must look. Chewing quickly and swallowing the bite, she
chuckles, "I am at that. True, though, it's simply wonderful to get the
chill out of my bones for a few hours. Hey Kassi," she tilts her head and
frowns slightly, "How hard is it for you to control Lysseth when she rises?
I know this is out of the blue and such," she shrugs, "but N'ren got me a
bit worried earlier today...thinks Hera's about due to go up, soon anyhow,
and I was just...worried? Or whatever." Realizing with wide eyes how much
she's managed to ramble, she smiles sheepishly, "Sorry..."

Kassima sets down her fork and smiles. "Oh, 'tis naught to be apologizing
for. Trust me, I understand why 'twould be a source of nervousness for
you... I think the first time is for every rider, green or gold." Picking
up her glass, she takes a sip while contemplating the first question. "How
hard... well, very. Let me put it this way. Picture Lysseth's willpower as
a dragon. A big dragon. Bigger than a gold. If a wherry were describing it,
'twould be BIG DRAGON, screamed at the top of its little wherry lungs...
now, think of my opposing will as being a fire-lizard. A green fire-lizard,
who is just barely out of the egg and sickly besides. The two collide, and
I have to win--get the idea?" She grins. "Ach, that's a bit of hyperbole,
but *'tis* difficult. Lysseth's stubborn enough that even other riders
admit her against their dragons 'twould be nay contest, and though we do
argue a lot, her single-mindedness at flying time is *amazing*. It takes
everything I've got to control her sometimes." She sets the glass down.
"But 'tis nay that way for everyone... Lyss is likely unusually bad. *All*
dragons are terrors to try and rein in when they're about to rise, though.
Downright demonic. Most people *do* manage it somehow--you'll find your own
stubbornness will likely be increased; if fury doesn't do it, then knowing
what could happen if you *don't* win through *will*."

Kassima tinkers with her fork as she muses, "M'Da once had a saying... if
you're seeking to master others, y'must master first yourself. You have to
be in full command and sure of what you're doing when you seek to rule your
queen's will--I'm sure of that; I can't think of it being elsewise for
*anyone*. Doubts get in the way. You'll have to shove them aside. That may
sound hard, but every rider's got willpower. 'Tis trained into us. I have
faith, Kin, that you can keep yourself and Herath safe, but don't think for
a moment that it'll be easy or fun for you."

Kindre sits very still as she listens and absorbs everything said. Toying
idly with her food without really looking at it, she cracks a smile at the
compareson of wills. "Shells, I hadn't even realized..." is her first,
quiet response as she looks across the distance to Herath. "She's stubborn
-now- but always listens after I insist..." Nodding again, she swallows,
"So this is going to be even worse since it's the first, I gather? Shard it
all, so he was pretty much right. I -think- the thought of losing her will
push away my doubts, but I just don't know." Focussing back on her plate,
she takes a small bite and a long, long swallow of her drink. "I don't mean
to sound so, well, worried and such. I just thought I'd ask you...I know
you better than N'ren and all."

Kassima nods soberly. "It'll be worst the first time, aye, because you'll
nay be used to the feeling... it really gets easier with every flight. And
there's this--the very first control, getting her to blood the first couple
of kills, will be hardest. After that, she'll likely get the idea on her
own. To keep her from going *between* isn't as bad--you've just got to
*stay* with her, concentrate on her, and keep the control you've gained.
Staying with her will be a lot easier than it sounds, because once the
flight begins, you will *be* her... or close enough to make nay nevermind."

Kindre takes another long drink before nodding yet again.
"Shells...hopefully we'll manage. It still worries me, but so did listening
to her kill the first several times. I got used to that," she says in a
hopeful tone. "Not that the two are exactly similar..."

Benden Weyr> P'tran feels jetlag catching up with him and figgers he's done
all he's up to doing tonight. 'Night all :)

Feyan wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.

Benden Weyr> Kindre waves to th' WL...Nite P'tran and 'grats again! :)

Kassima chuckles. "Aye, aye... I know how you mean. But Kin, I have
faith--there's nay been a bad flight incident since I've been here, and
though it won't ever be a stroll on the beach, there're worse things. Just
keep yourself stubborn, and focus every fiber of will and determination
that you've got."

Feyan stands and stares....finally saying.."Dwagons!"

Benden Weyr> P'tran grins. Thanks :)

Benden Weyr> Kassima zhaiwafflesalutesnugs the FL! Night, felicitations,
fnord, etc. :)

"I wish I as much faith...but," Kindre says and shrugs, her good-natured
smile returning, "I suppose I'll feel differently whenever that happens."
Turning as she hears approaching footsteps, she waves with her fork,
"Evening there...and, yes, dragons it seems have taken nesting on the
beach," she grinns.

Feyan stares at the dragons, wide eyed.....

Kassima looks over to Feyan and waves, with a smile. "G'deve, lass!
Benden's duties to the Traders. Aye, I suppose those could be called
dragons... nay sure my green lump over there quite merits the title,
but...." Lysseth lifts her head and *snorts* indignantly in response.

Feyan jumps when the green snorts....."Dwagon hav cod?"

Kassima chuckles at Kindre. "Now that, I'm afraid I can't help you with,
because proddiness is so much different for everyone. Different for me,
too... first time I was determined, second, downright furious, and the
third, just impatient. I seem to recall calling Lyss a sharding overgrown
vtol and saying that when I was through with her, she was going to be
dragonskin boots, that second time...." Kassi grins sheepishly.

Kassima shakes her head. "Ach, nay--that green, she's just expressing her
disgust with her rider, as usual! Her name's Lysseth. I'm Kassima; I have
the dubious pleasure of being her lifemate." This last is said with a wink
to Lyss, who yawns in her rider's direction to show that she's not
impressed by the jest.

Boo croons at the dragons, from Feyan's shoulder.

Kindre blinks before chuckling, "Dragon have what," she asks, not
understanding at first, "Did you ask if she had a cold?" Bobbing her head
to the greenrider, she laughs a bit, "Boots? Oh, Kassi...well, I suppose
I'll be saying much of the same when the time comes. I think she's nearly
as set in her ways as Lysseth..."

Feyan looks atKassima......"Huwow, me Feyan.",
shebobsalittlecurtsey...."Twaders dirt...durt....huwow."

Feyan nodnods to Kindre...

Kassima grins. "Every time Lyss rises, I threaten her with something dire
if she does it again any time soon. This time, she knows she'll become a
set of glowing riding leathers--don't you, sky-lady?" There's no reply from
the green; indeed, she simply curls up and pretends to sleep. "Stubborn
creature. But Kin, there's really nay so very much to be worried about...
flying, 'tis an experience that's nay to be forgotten. The battle at the
start is worth the glory of feeling like, for once, you're the one with the
wings...." The greenrider says this last rather wistfully, then laughs at
herself, shaking her head. "There's naught to match it." Turning her
attention back to the girl, she nods, and quirks a grin. "Well met, Feyan,
and heyla t'you."

Herath just lies there, content to soak in every drop of warmth and light
falling on her hide. Lysseth's yawn seemingly infectous, her maw gapes open
in a similar, content one. Kindre chuckles at the young girl, "Hi there,
Feyan. I don't think she has a cold..." she says then sits up a bit
straighter, "I'm surprised I was able to interpret that. I'm Kindre and
this is Kassima." Smiling wider, she ohs, "One with the wings? It doesn't
sound like much could match with that."

Feyan stays out of range, looking a bit frightened....."They pwetty dwagons."

Kassima shakes her head. "Nay, nay. Especially for Lyss and I; we don't
work in unity all that often. You've probably noticed that! Only when we've
got a common goal, and that's rare enough given that she's a mother-hen and
I've more of a taste for adventure. Then, though, there's naught--naught
'tall--separating you and your dragon anymore, mentally. Nay disagreements,
nay restraints. 'Tis like two made one." This is all said rather quietly,
intended only for the goldrider's ears; her voice is more conversational as
she comments to Feylan, "Thankee! Lysseth gives her thanks, as well... or
would, nay doubt, if she were willing to admit she's awake."

Benden Weyr> J'cob wants to come out 'n RP somewhere... what's happening?

Benden Weyr> Kassima is playing at being wise and all-knowledgeable. ;)

Benden Weyr> Davidon doesn't know.

Feyan looks at the two riders, big eyed...."Feyan git dwagon?"

Kassima chuckles. "Mayhaps, lass, when you're grown... the Searchdragons
will know, then. Nay way of telling this early."

Benden Weyr> Davidon says, "Sounds like fun Kassi :)"

Feyan looks understanding, but stubborn...."Feyan gwo up!"

Herath flicks her tail about and whuffs briefly, as if agreeing with the
young girl. Rolling over to warm her other side...maybe even to show off
her better side to the youngster...she whuffs once more before her lids
slowly slip shut. "You'll swell their heads with words like that," she
teases. Bobbing her head at the greenrider's quieter words, she smiles and
thinks about this quietly for a moment. "Wow, it sounds so...good...So I do
have something to look forward to this after all? The way N'ren was talking
made me fear the ordeal altogether. Though," she admits and shrugs, "I
guess he wouldn't know or understand our vantage point, would he?" then
chuckles softly.

Benden Weyr> Kindre is picking Kassi's IC brain :)

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "Mind if I join you two?"

Feyan moves back as the giant dragon moves....

Benden Weyr> Kindre shrugs, why'd we mind? :)

Benden Weyr> J'cob says, "That's a hint to tell me where you are! :)"

Kassima smiles and nods. "'Tis so. There's the battle of wills a'fore you
can get there, and you can't *quite* let go of control entirely... 'tis nay
all a pleasure, any more than 'tis all an ordeal. I don't know if
maleriders can understand... after all," she notes with a wry grin, "I
can't understand their vantage point, either!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Boll. :)"

Benden Weyr> Davidon snuffles. ;P

From the sky, Siraeth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Siraeth backwings to a landing.

Feyan runs!

Siraeth plummets towards the ground quickly, then, right before the moment
of -splat-, she backwings just enough to touch down lightly.

Kassima grins to Feyan. "Aye, but you'll have to have more Turns a'fore you
could be Searched for a dragon, I'm afraid." Spotting Siraeth, she waves up
to her and her rider. "Heya, J'cob!"

Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Hey, Davi, why not get a ride over with a
watchrider or something if you really want? :) Aigh. Just realized I'll
have to leave in about 15 min or so m'self. :P"

Feyan stops and peeks back at the dragon, from her position hiding in the
bushes....

"Feyan," Kindre calls, "don't be worried, they're nice, honestly." Waving
as she recognizes rider and dragon, she smiles, "Hi J'cob!" Picking at her
food again, she does the head-bobbing thing, "True enough there...not that
I understand -either- side yet myself," she chuckles.

From Siraeth's back, J'cob baps Siraeth, "Show off!" and leaps down.

J'cob climbs down Siraeth's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly.

J'cob strips off most of his upper clothing and stows it, "Hey, people.
What's the occasion, free wine?"

Benden Weyr> Davidon is sick though...of course he could just go there and
be cranky the whole time, and kick sand in your face when he gets the
chance! ;>

Benden Weyr> Kindre giggles at Davi and pouts, Kassi :( :)

Benden Weyr> Davidon snickers.

Kassima grins. "Trust me on this: you'll understand a *lot* better once she
first rises. Don't be afraid of it, though, or worry overmuch. There's
naught as can be done about it, after all--it's a small, but important part
of who she is, to quote what Lys said to Thera once." To J'cob, she laughs
and shakes her head. "Ach, nay! 'Twere just swinging the vine for awhile; I
told Kin she just had to try that solemn Bollian ceremony."

Kindre laughs and shakes her head at J'cob, "No, more like warming up, vine
swinging, and dinner."

J'cob hmmms, "I see. Well, its nice and warm -- I thought I'd take a swim.
Oh, Kassi, someone back at the weyr wanted to see you. But i forget who. Or
why."

Kassima blinks. "Oh? Well, that's odd; 'tis rare for someone to go seeking
me out."

Feyan peeks at the dragons, and creeps closer....

"I can't understand it either, but hey, why not?" muses J'cob as he strides
into the surf, toe-deep.

"I do trust you, and will really try not to worry," Kindre begins to say,
"Thanks a lot, Kassi...this has truly made me feel lengths better about the
whole thing, honest it has!" Tilting her head, she smiles, "Someone looking
for you, hmm? I wonder who...meet anyone t the last gathers that I missed,"
she winks.

Siraeth tailthwaps Lysseth, before settling down.

Kassima smiles at Kin. "Good, I'm glad. I don't want to give you false
comfort that 'twill be easy, for it won't... but 'tis nay entirely a
horror, either, nor aught to be frightened of. Just try to prepare
yourself, and you likely would want to speak with the Weyrwoman and mayhaps
some of the other goldriders, too. They'd know more'n I what 'tis like."
She snorts in amusement. "Why nay? Well, nay reason why nay, but nay reason
why either. As to meeting someone at a Gather, hardly that! 'Twas too busy
following you and Asrai around!"

Feyan moves to get close to the smallest dragon....the green.....

Lysseth opens one eye and rumbles, flicking her tail to send a bit of sand
Siraeth's way before dozing back off.

J'cob bends over and tries out the water, then heads back for shore.
"Too-oo cold for me, thanks."

Siraeth flutters her wings, then sits up, and in an artifically-low voice,
bugles almost bronze-ish towards Herath.

Feyan jumps and turns to run again!

Feyan wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Kindre waves her fork in a tiny circle as she speaks, "So it's the hardest
of battles but worth the glory, then? Oh, and I do plan and talking to
Jehrina...we actually talked about it when I was still a weyrling, but I
think I need to refresh and get more details, for lack of a better word.
Following -us- around," she asks with wide eyes, "please! You seem to know
half of Pern! We were nearly out of breath trying to keep up with -you-
dearheart," she exclaims and laughs.

J'cob smirks at Kassima, "And if rumors are right, you've flirted with most
of the rest you don't know." He continues past them to get his shirt back,
then, pulling it on, returns to the two, "What's the discussion?"

Kassima grins. "Aye, for me. I won't say aught of it being worth the end
result, for that rather depends on your frame of mind, but... well, y'know
what I mean. As to me knowing half of Pern, I somehow doubt that! Does seem
like a lot of people know me sometimes, though... probably all heard the
wherry story." She rolls her eyes.

Herath rumblesnorts low at Siraeth. Her mood improved by the climate, but
just a bit. She flops over once more to doze.

Kassima blinks at J'cob, incredulous and amused both. "Me, flirt? When
Faranth's skeleton drops out of the sky from the direction of the Red Star
to land in the Benden Lake, mayhaps."

Siraeth can't help herself. This is a fun game. She 'bugles' at the other
green, too, though she's no bronze...

J'cob winks at Kindre, then turns on Kassima again, "Well, I didn't want to
falsely suggest you're a tease -- we all know you're not."

Kindre smiles to J'cob, "Flights and such. N'ren put a bit of a scare into
me earlier and I was just bugging her for information." Laughing, then, she
takes a sip from her glass before continuing to speak, "Well, if any had
forgotten or not heard, that sculpture certainly reminded them," she teases.

Lysseth flicks an eye open, then shuts it again, apparently unimpressed by
bronzes either real or false. Her rider laughs at the greens' behavior,
then sighs. "Ach, shards... I'd best be heading back home. Can't be falling
asleep on the beach with drills due at first light. Kin, hope I helped a
bit, and J'cob, dead in the black." She grins, getting up to head over to
behind her dragon for a quick change back into riding gear before going
home. "See you both back at the Weyr. Feyan, nice meeting you!"

J'cob raises a suspicious eyebrow, "Afraid Herath will rise, and you'll
spend the rest of your days as useless as a greenrider, you mean? I doubt it."

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.

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

You hunch down before launching up, with powerful strokes.