Log file from Fiora. 26/06/99 12:16:10 (*) From Below, Lienth 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! Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Nope come on over Lienth! >> You suddenly emerge... Air Above Telgar Weyr Obvious exits: Sky Above Telgar Outside Telgar Weyr (*) From Below, Lienth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! (*) From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to blue Lienth and his rider, Fiora of Fort Weyr. (*) You fly downwards towards the southern end of the bowl. Southern Bowl Airspace(#1362RLQe) Obvious exits: Star Stones (*) From Below, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to blue Pryth and his rider, Sonya of Ista Weyr. (*) You fly downwards towards the ground. Southern Bowl(#396RJL$) Contents: Kandri(#11927PJace) Catalina(#7314PJXaces$) D'len Arallia(#12384PJOce) Ansuth Yellow painted boulders Obvious exits: Living Cavern Central Bowl Outer Infirmary Guest Weyr Records Room (*) You backwing for a landing on sands of the bowl. (*) From Below, Arallia's head is bowed, though she stands in the general directions of the feeding pens and mutters the greenrider mantra, "Blood, blood. That's it blood." (*) You give Lienth one last loving pat and vault down his foreleg, landing on the ground with a light thud. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << From the bowl go cb, fg >> Lienth lumbers north. Lienth has left. Lienth> Central Bowl(#298RL$) Lienth> Obvious exits: Lienth> Weyrling Barracks Southern Bowl Lake Shore Hatching Cavern Feeding Grounds Runner Pasture Weyr Entrance Lienth> You spring into the air for a quick flight over the fence and into the feeding grounds, where you settle again. Lienth> Feeding Grounds Lienth> Contents: Lienth> Crawler Lienth> Milsean Lienth> Miyath Lienth> Nisanth(#9727JOaempqs$) Lienth> Chaedanth(#1836JVaps) Lienth> Spyrith Lienth> Obvious exits: Lienth> Bowl Pasture Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << From the air it's down, cb, fg :) >> Lienth> Pryth springs into the air for a quick flight over the fence from the central bowl. He settles, terrifying the animals within. Lienth> Pryth has arrived. Sonya walks here from the north. Sonya has arrived. Arallia just looked at you! Fiora does not look happy as she dismounts, and her dragon lumbers off. "Not again." she mutters, removing her gloves and dropping them with a sigh. Sonya strides across the bowl, looking b ack over her shoulder. "Where that shar...." she trails off as soon as she comes within distance of the other riders. Kandri sees the blue and see Fiora and sighs. "Guess not..." she says. Catalina stalks out after Arallia and waits nearby, arms crossed, muttering to herself. She's obviously trying to contain that throbbing itch, that annoying little something that's pestering her, but from the way she keeps shifting positions, it's easy to see she's not doing a very good job. Arallia is starting to hedge toward the guest weyr, as more riders seem to appear in her line of sight..The expression on her face goes tight as she glares back over at the central bowl, and to her glowing lifemate whom she really can't see..but then that may be a good thing. Lienth> Pryth lands suddenly in the feeding grounds, leaping over almost as soon as his rider had cleared the blues wingspan. He brings down a running buck with a single swipe, slashing it open to lap at it's energy giveing blood. Kandri is stoney faced and none to pleased at the situation. Arms crossed at her chest, blue eyes sizzle as they look towards the grounds and the distant shapes there. Movement catches her eyes and she turns to see Arallia moving and smiles a little at the first hint of something. Lienth> Late, but not too late, Lienth does his usual act, raising himself up into the air slightly, and surveying the beasts with a picky eye. No, no and no. He roars loudly, and finally ducks, his eyes fastened on a plump and juicy choice, taking it down without so much as a drop of blood being spilled, calmly draining the blood - his blue muzzle dripping with the stuff. The finished carcass is delicately placed in the corner, the poor animals limbs placed in a realistic pose, as he reaches out to find another beast to fill his empty belly. D'len seems to follow Arallia, though unintentionally. His eyes flicker towards the feeding grounds at the screeches and cries of the animals as they are swiftly dispatched. He looks over at the other riders, his expression blank and not really seeing them at all, and instead looks back at Arallia who'm he does see. Fiora almost laughs when she sees Kandri, shaking her head and muttering, "Always like this, huh?" But her eyes catch a glimpse of Arallia, and she stops, looking on at that greenrider, and swallowing. "Good evening, lovely one." she emits, softly, shaking her head and then looking again. Lienth> Chaedanth crouches ready now, wings out and three beast's blood in his gullet. Violet eyes swirl a violent tempest as they remain locked upon Miyath and her own feasting. A crimson tongue snake out to remove the splatters of crimson from his brown hide. Rumbling low in his throat, the brown shifts and is at the ready to fly on a moment's spring. Kandri pages: HEy, want a good trick to try? Pro her during the flight with lovely little poems and the such ;o) Long distance to Kandri: Fiora oohs, good idea. :) Thanks. Sonya stops, shoveing hands in pockets. "Ista's duty to Telgar and her Queens." she says. "No chance any of you seen M'hryn around?" she asks hopefully, though her glance darts behind her shoulder. "Though, I guess i'll be preoccupied ffor a bit." Kandri pages: Its won me many a flight You paged Kandri with 'I'll have to try it then. ;)'. Lienth> Nisanth has evidently decided that three is enough, and is therefore taking his time with this last casualty, drawing forth everything it has to give him. That same unnerving throbbing his rider is experiencing is not ignored by the sturdy brown dragon, swiveling his neck in a serpentine motion to regard..and size up..his competition, one by one. No hiss is accorded, no sound at all. He's not the type to waste his time with petty quarrels. Instead, he releases the shriveled carcass of that final herdbeast and crouches, eyeing this new luminescent quarry with spinning ruby eyes. Catalina snorts and replies lightly to Sonya, "To say the least." Lienth> Another buck goes down as her long curved talons snag the fur of a running herdbeast, the fright evident on it's face as it foams at the mouth. With an almost silent croon to the beast, and other dragons around the pens, her muzzle dips once more to drink the blood from the animal. As she gorges on the beast's fluids an eye is forever watching the other male dragons, evil beasts that they are. Thinking they can capture her glorious glowing hide. Hmph, she'll show them and she will too, epsecially that Nisanth. With a snap of wings, she stretches out slowly, sensuously before she takes to the air with a powerful downbeat and a mighty boost from her hindlegs. Trumpeting a challenge to the males, as she goes up, up and up. Lienth> The very outer edge of Lienth's hunger is filled, but there is more needed, and he looks around for it. Eyes of a vivid violet whirl fast, faster, fastest, as he dives to hook an unwary herdbeast with one metalic edged talon, he eats, and then goes up with the rest. Up, and up, and up, like the beautiful green he so lusts after. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << MF is the exit >> Delight flits out of the short tunnel from the living cavern. Delight has arrived. Lienth> Miyath takes off, wherries scurrying from around her. With massive wingbeats, Miyath catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl. Lienth> Miyath has left. Lienth> Chaedanth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him aloft -- much to the relief of the wherries. Lienth> Chaedanth has left. Lienth> Nisanth takes off, wherries scurrying from around him. With massive wingbeats, Nisanth catches a thermal rising to the top of the bowl. Lienth> Nisanth has left. Above, Nisanth rises up from the feeding grounds. Lienth> You take off, wherries scurrying from around you. With massive wingbeats you catch a thermal rising to the top of the bowl. Lienth> Air Above Telgar Weyr Lienth> Contents: Lienth> Nisanth(#9727JOaempqs$) Lienth> Miyath Lienth> Obvious exits: Lienth> Sky Above Telgar Outside Telgar Weyr Lienth> Pryth rises up from the feeding grounds. Lienth> Pryth has arrived. Lienth> Chaedanth flies up from the southern half of the bowl. Lienth> Chaedanth has arrived. Arallia glares over at the other riders, but at Fiora's words the greenrider does blush lightly, her already flushed face turning even darker. "Um..this way.." She says stupidly before stumbling toward the guest weyr. Delight goes home. Delight has left. Arallia moves down a short passage and past a curtain, moving out of sight as she enters the Guest Weyr. Arallia has left. Catalina moves down a short passage and past a curtain, moving out of sight as she enters the Guest Weyr. Catalina has left. Sonya moves down a short passage and past a curtain, moving out of sight as she enters the Guest Weyr. Sonya has left. Kandri moves down a short passage and past a curtain, moving out of sight as she enters the Guest Weyr. Kandri has left. Arallia emerges from the passage leading to Southern Bowl. Arallia has arrived. You push aside the curtain and enter the weyr. Telgar's Workroom Kandri(#11927PJace) Sonya Catalina(#7314PJXaces$) Obvious exits: Bowl You leave the weyr and head out into the bowl. Southern Bowl(#396RJL$) Contents: Arallia(#12384PJOce) D'len Ansuth Yellow painted boulders Obvious exits: Living Cavern Central Bowl Outer Infirmary Guest Weyr Records Room Lienth> From the North, Spyrith rises up from the feeding grounds. Lienth> From the North, Spyrith has arrived. Lienth> From the North, Spyrith flies downwards towards the bowl. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Well that's not gw :P Foo. >> Arallia moves down a short passage and past a curtain, moving out of sight as she enters the Guest Weyr. Arallia has left. You push aside the curtain and enter the weyr. Telgar's Workroom Contents: Arallia(#12384PJOce) Kandri(#11927PJace) Sonya Catalina(#7314PJXaces$) Obvious exits: Bowl Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Hmmm, Whatever! >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth giggles. :> Catalina leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl. Catalina has left. Dragon> Flight sense that Pryth dragongrins and was just wondering why it was desced as a workroom. :) Catalina comes into the weyr from the bowl. Catalina has arrived. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << I honest have no clue. Really. >> D'len comes into the weyr from the bowl. D'len has arrived. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Umm, stay right here, I need to grab spryith, he's having trouble :P >> Lienth> From the North, Spyrith rises up from the bowl. Lienth> From the North, Spyrith has arrived. Lienth> Spyrith flies up from the southern half of the bowl. Lienth> Spyrith has arrived. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Kay, sorrrrrrrry. >> Sonya follows another bluerider into the weyr behind the others. Glanceing around the unfamilar room and the unfamilar riders she sighs softly, leaning against a wall. Her eyes invariably move to the greenrider. Lienth> An autumnal fury of wings amidst the unseasonably cold weather. Like the past her fades into the distance, or so one would think. For his form is hidden in clouds and other bodies in the pack. Though those who can see and remember do notice him. Chaedanth, the sly one, the ready one, the strone one flies quick and sure. Much akin to the winds that blow across the rocky mountains of his home, his quickness matches. And so when one would think they caught a glimpse, he is a length away again. But still, he remains behind the green and shielded from her vision by Nisanth. D'len crouches in a corner, his long legs tucking beneath him as he leans his head against a wall, eyes watching the green rider quietly. Lienth> Lienth pushes himself up into the air, wings outstretched to catch the greatest thermals to give him the best edge. The moon shines through brilliant blue wingsails, but he notices not as he forces those wings to beat on and on and on. Each beat is an individual movement, a movement that he forces to go fast, faster, fastest, pummeling the cold Telgar autumn air, making a new wind that almost foils such wings, as he pushes upwards, towards that glowing prize....Miyath. Lienth> Nisanth springs and is aloft! Bonfires ripple and pulse across steadily beating wings as he rises into the chilly night, the cold ignored, overwhelmed by that flame that drives him on. If Miyath hates him, so be it, but now he's here and he's game to catch her. That Inner fire emanates from his russet form, his faceted eyes, as he cranes his neck and ascends purposefully. Arallia enters with a clomp clomp of her boots, before her arms wrap around her and she gets that vacant look to her eyes. For now she ignores the other riders, though occasionally she throws a glare over at Cata when she happens to blink and become a bit more aware of her surroundings. "I hope he catches her, Arallia," Catalina snaps as the first glare is tossed her way, tugging restlessly at the collar of her shirt. "I hope he catches her, just so I can spite you!" Fiora takes a seat in the corner, her usual spot in such an event, and looks around the room with half-slit eyes. Cuddling her knees, and looking so intently on Arallia, it looks as if she is holding those knees the way she wishes she were holding the greenrider. Her trance is slightly broken with Catalina's words, and she blinks, listening, watching, waiting. Lienth> Caught unaware, haveing showed up abit later than some of the other competitors Pryth is late in leaping up to the Telgar skies. Dangleing from his giant maw is a bloody scrap of what looks like wherry flesh. As he gains altitude it falls, landing right on the wing of a brown also late in takeing to the skies. It causes the brown to falter untill the object is knocked down but that has addedtime to the race that both dragons are determined to win. Fort Weyr> Fiora waves, belatedly. Lienth> Spyrith floats up on a thermal, beat his wings as he tries to gain a bit of speed, slipping between two other browns as he presses past in the air, his long handsome neck stretching his head as far forth as possible, and his waving amourous tail curling behind him like a mere memento of his presence which he leaves behind. His eyes watch the rising star before him as his adrenaline pumps through his veins, pulsing beneath his rainwet hide, that shimmers with a gossamer sheen of pure ecstacy. His wingsails are filled with the warm airs and he pursues the green, setting his hopes high and of course, reaching for the stars. Fort Weyr> Alden says, "Heya. How was the flight last night?" Sonya darts her eyes between Catalin and the greenrider, interested in the exchange between the two. She unbottons the top two buttons of her rideing jacket, the warm starting to creep up on her. Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "It was fun, but I lost, as usual. :)" Fort Weyr> Alden ohs, bummer. Who won? Fort Weyr> T'shar snugs Fiora consolingly Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Idrelth. Awww, thanks T'shar. *smooch*" Fort Weyr> Alden says, "You know, I've noticed that Igen greens are almost always caught by Igen dragons. It's odd." Fort Weyr> Vallisneria doesn't find it odd. She finds it insulting. Lienth> Miyath senses that Lienth enters your mind softly, smoothly, his mental touch warming <> He sends an image of you, and him, together. Warm. Fort Weyr> Alden nods. Well. That's...ahem. Well, I'll remain diplomatic, I think. :) Fort Weyr> Fiora sighs. I know what you mean, Valis. Fort Weyr> Vallisneria grumbles. Fort Weyr> Jesica snugs Fort Weyr> Alden has a character there, but is in the process of removing him. Igen's become... well. Not the place for me, anymore. Although there are some great people there. Kandri slides down the wall, eyes closed and breathing quickly. Hands are clenched over her heart, almost as if she were hoping or praying for something to come forth. Then another change comes over the rider, slumping forward as she does into a low and prowling crouch. Along the wall she stalks, getting a view of Arallia from every angle. Blue eyes carress what hands cannot as flesh lusts for flesh. A groan escapes the brownrider and when she would go forward, she pulls back again. Fort Weyr> Vallisneria says, "It doesn't matter how many npc's I do there, none have ever won. it's always been an Igenite." Lienth> With powerful wings beats, this young green quickly slices through the air space, as she climbs higher and higher above the bowl. With a taunting bugle, the green curves her neck to look behind herself at the males. Seeing only her swinging tail for a moment, Miyath is engrossed in her own beauty, but then the croons and warbles, and bugles from the approaching males snaps her out of her reverie. With a startled sound her wings heave, as she pulls herself a few more lengths away from the gaining dragons, Nisanth in particular. As her wings work, her muscles ripple beneath her green hide, making the glowing beauty twist seductively in the air as she catches a thermal and starts to rise upward toward the stars. Perhaps she'll be a star, a brightly glowing green star. Lienth> Nisanth has no patience for antics, has no time for swerves and fancy schmancy moves. Nope. A straight line, this little brown dragon, determined not to lose the most insignificant inch of airspace. He does stray from his singleminded path long enough to locate and snare a thermal, his wide, strong wings billowing with the sudden rush of warmth, urging him after the glittering trophy that eludes him now. Oh, but surely she won't evade him for much longer, directing himself upward and onward, never once allowing the lustrous Miyath to leave his sight. Reach for the stars, they say, and Miyath most certainly qualifies. Fort Weyr> T'shar never has npc's win his greenrider alt's flights, just in general. Unless it's offcamera or something. Dragon> Lienth senses that Miyath snorts loudly, her mind-tone turning slightly sharp, << I am warm! I am warm, and I am fast! None of you shall catch me. I shall never tire, I fly! >> Lienth> I was looked at by Miyath(#2787Oaeps), who is owned by Arallia(#12384PJOce). Fort Weyr> Alden blinks at T'shar. You have two riders here? I didn't think that was allowed. Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "Elsemu*" Lienth> Lienth forces on, his wingbeats still fast, and powerful. He may be smaller than many of the others, but he is faster, and it is because of that that he zips along closer to Miyath. But still too far. Too far. Far too far from that glowing prize. Suddenly, without so much of a warning, he snaps in his wings, the momentum gained in the earlier wingstrokes pushing him onward - faster than ever before. He croons to Miyath, loud, stretching over the night sky, but warm, gentle, loving. Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "And it's allowed, at some weyrs." Fort Weyr> Alden ohs. Right. Duh. I have those, too. Double-duh. Fort Weyr> Alden wasn't aware of that. Fort Weyr> T'shar grins. Telgar and Fort don't impress second riders, but I know a couple of people who have two active dragons on NC. Lienth> A fiery blur flutter at the edge of your vision, like a falling leaf on an autumn touched tree. Once again Chaedanth is seen a brief moment, then slinks back into obscurity. Hiding amidst the tempest clouds and larger dragon's forms her does. Then from the pack he shoots, a merry bugle rising forth as he lets know his true position. Freedom is the greens, true, but also does he enjoy that which any can in this flight. A moment is given to fool hardy antics as he barrel rolls into a dive, catching up on precious lengths to the Lienth> Miyath senses that Lienth sounds slightly startled by this answer, but hides it with a trellis of blue that sweeps through your mind <> Fort Weyr> Alden is fairly sure Igen doesn't, either. At least, I have friends there who've been turned down for candidacy because they had another rider character. Fort Weyr> Fiora hasn't decided what she'll do with her elsemu greenrider. Her first flights next week! Dragon> Flight sense that Chaedanth adds green to the last of her pose =oP Fort Weyr> T'shar woo's for Fiora. Should I bring Toniath down? :) Fort Weyr> Alden grins at Fiora. I'm sure you'll do fine. :) Lienth> Spyrith sees the green star rise and his heart beats heavilly within his chest, pulsing and thrumming through his entire being, speaking in his mind at all times of the green that rises before him. The reflection of the star is everpresent in his whirling eyes of loving purple even when her view is blocked by an overbearing Bronze, an insolent Blue, or even a large brown. He suddenly tips a wing and bursts through a cloud of dragons on the outside of the fray that rises after the star that glistens so in the light of the evening. A soft sheen starts to bead up on his hide, but merely melds in with his markings as always, making it look like a small rain of a spring shower drips from behind. Lienth> Sunlight kissed, Sapphire marbled wings move quickly to gain lost ground for Pryth. Veering left then right he easily shows his agility, not lost with age but sharper skills with maturety. As he yearns for the lucious form waaaaaaay ahead he cranes his neck, stretching his body out as if that will make up precious distance between him and the one he desires. Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "The more the better, Tish! :)" Lienth> From the South, The fall air is cold. The cloud cover increases until the sky is partially cloudy. The wind lessens until it's only a light breeze that blows through the bowl. Snow flurries begin to tumble across the sky and swirl around the bowl. Locked in mind with her dragon. Seeing double vision of beauty and overflowing with the lust dragon-born. As Chaedanth plays like a young dragon, so does she marvel in the fluttering sense in her gut. UP from her prowling stance she shoots, arms out and a soft `oh' escaping her lips. Smile touches her far away eyes as they once more fall upon Arallia/Miyath. Fort Weyr> T'shar grins. I wonder if Tish could pick a fight with Josy. Fiora shivers softly, but her skin, should she touch it, is hot. Her metalic blue dyed hair sticks to her neck in curling tendrils, and she pushes it back, once again wrapping her arms around herself, cradling the warm knees in her arms while she looks on at the greenrider, at Arallia, with eyes round and full, taking in her form. Fort Weyr> Fiora reckons he could. That'd be fun. Sonya watches the race in the sky from inside the weyr, leaning against her small claim of wall. As Pryth stretches out, she moves to sit on the floor now, her legs stretched out before her. She blinks suddenly, a bit confused. One questioning word escapes her lips. "Snow?" D'len holds his head between his hands, elbows against knees. His eyes look up from beneath his brow at Arallia, or is it Miyath.. or is it both? They constantly shift from focussed to unfocussed as his heart beats in rhythmic patterns. Lienth> What is this? Her head turns again, as Chaedanth, and Lienth seem to skim closer and closer, far closer then she likes. With a worried bugle, she snaps a wing close to her body, turning at almost a 90 degree angle, as she swerves around and flies right at the heart of the pack. With a playfull bugle, Miyath zips through the many dragons, wing tips touching Nisanth, and then Pyrth when she sails past him. It would seem now the male stragglers in the pack are now the leaders, depending on how fast they can turn. Lienth> A rustic glow assumes a position below Miyath, the beating of wings its only sound. Her shadow plays across his hide, mingling with the starlight (Miyath? Or the heavens?) that frolics and weaves across delicate wingsails. Nisanth pursues, the biting chill of the sudden onset of snow never reaching him, never fazing him, never slowing him down. His pace is steady, determined, unremitting-- he's not ready to accelerate just yet. His long neck cranes, his glittering eyes the only thing that reveals him, and he flies parallel to her, watching. Perhaps she won't see him yet.. if he remains stealthy and sure... Lienth> Lienth pushes forward, still zipping along with the power gained by his earlier hearty wingstrokes. As he slows, almost falling back as the momentum ends, he snapps his wings out, pummeling them as fast as he can to gain back time lost. His wings shine with moonlight, wet with snow, and on he goes, the wind filling such wingsails, and pushing him closer to that goal. As Miyath turns, he lets out a roar, restraining it as quickly as it comes to try and bank, trying to push himself the other way towards the green. How dare she? But he is small, and he moves easily, making the turn with little problem, but losing his spot at the front of the back. Arallia is with her lifemate, as her eyes stay unfocused for a few long moments, but a hand reaches up to shove her riding jacket aside. Then off of her form all together, revealing a sleeveless tunic, which show off her tanned arms nicely. Her gaze flickers back over the other riders, before she grimaces at Catalina, "She'll bite him if he gets her, she will!" A threat or a promise? Who can really say. Fiora's eyes open wide, and she looks at Arallia - still lustful in view, but now slightly angry - "She...Lienth! Turn, Lienth. Yes, Li, come on! Faster, faster, faster!" Lienth> Spyrith quickly takes advantage of his position and dives beneath a blue, turning ever so slightly by tipping one of his sienna wings. As they catch the air, and ripple with motion, he finds himself moving in the same direction as the green, however far below in altitude he may seem. He beats his wings a few more times, catching speed as he does so, but his eyes seem ever fastened on the shooting star of the green dragon that has so caught his eye, his every wish, his every desire, his ever need... Lienth> SOO close Pryth can nearly bugle with frustration as he has no time to even attempt a catch. But turn fast he still can and turn quickly the Istan blue does. Unfamilar with the wind he is, but agileity he uses to an advantage. With as little space as he can afford he is turns and chaseing after Miyath. Blue and green together, isn't it the way it is supposed to be. Pryth determined to set that right, gaining ground as quickly as he can. Catalina gives a very low moan; frustration? Desire? Both? Her eyes, blue, close, and she tilts her head against the wall. One writhe, sensual, and then she stills again. "She won't," she moans. "She won't." Lienth> Chaedanth is in his glorry, a free and uncaring soul in this dreary night. A sense has touched him, perhaps something borrowed from the flighty green herself! And in an instant he follows, giving not a care for energy spent of fancy manuevers. The night is his and Miytah's and he will prove he can match her wit with one of his own. So dive he does, then barrels out of it to shoot past another blue. Back on course he is, though lengths were lost to the agile green. Though determination never ebbs, even when thermals seem less and wings beat more. Onwards he flies, an ever steady presence in the wild storm that seems to gather. Lienth> Miyath senses that Lienth once again seeks your mind, and your attention <> Fort Weyr> Jesica chuckles Dragon> Lienth senses that Miyath sends a questing thought toward Lienth, << You will keep me dry? But I fly! I fly fast! I shall outfly the snow. >> Lienth> Miyath senses that Lienth's thought is of knowledge, answering your question <> Once again, an image of you, and him, together, and dry. Dragon> Flight sense that Chaedanth fears the silence! Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Ooo I lag! Eek eeek, sorry :/ >> Dragon> Flight sense that Pryth turns on the anti-lag light then. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Okay guys, after this pose make your attempts!! I'd stay longer but it's past 11 my time :> >> Dragon> Chaedanth bespoke Flight with << Okie >> Dragon> Flight sense that Pryth eeks. << That's getting late then. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Miyath slurpies Pryth, << I like you. >> Dragon> Pryth bespoke Flight with << Good luck to everyone then. >> Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Giving me some lag begon, that is just sooo sweet. >> Lienth> Miyath bugles again, with triumphant, with pride, and of course with youthfulness, as she skims past the males and again flies a few dragonlengths away from her adrent suitors. With beating wings, she skims high in the air, her glowing form still radiating that lovely sheen, making her a star tonight..but what's this? Are the males slowly gaining on her, even though she has the leverage of height and a rather compact body? But, like most things her body grows wary and her green wings beat hard, but with each stroke she starts to lose ground or rather, airspace. Falling closer and closer toward the leading edge, her tail is a tempting target to her would-be mate. Fort Weyr> T'shar smooch Phoebe! Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Oh no! He's green now..so that makes him a she, aiie! >> Lienth> For all that Lienth tries, he cannot regain that lost ground, but on he goes, the snow making pretty patterns down his moonlit hide, although with the snow come clouds, and less moonlight. Wings go up, and then come down, pushing him forward with powerful strokes, almost foiling the wings of a bronze that comes to close to the small young blue. His eyes spin faster, faster, the violet brilliantly coloured, looking beautiful beside the metalic blue of his hide. Hard work pays of, and he comes closer to the green, closer than he ever was before. He angles himself, just beneath her glowing form, wings outstretched ready to catch her, to keep her dry in the cold snowing night. Lienth> Nisanth veers when Miyath of the Starlight does, changes his course, manuevering with an agility one wouldn't expect from a dragon his size. He's always below her, his pounding wings slicing through the air like hot knives... and indeed, they very well could be hot, fueled by an internal inferno that fortifies him. Brawny and stalwart, nimble and swift in the air, he hastens forward just a little, knowing his opportunity is approaching. Talons flex, neck extends to its lengthiest, straining. And still he watches her, still he makes no sound, divulges no hint of his proximity to her. Ohh, how he wants her, how he could seize her without a second thought! But no, he restrains, waiting for that perfect moment. That tail taunts him...that radiance she exudes.. Fort Weyr> Phoebe smoochies T'shar! Fort Weyr> Fiora smooches Phoebe, too. Once she's done posing. :) Fort Weyr> Phoebe smoochies Alden. And everyone else who wants one too (grin) Lienth> Spyrith gives it his all as his energy starts to dwindle, his lust and adrenilene the only fuel left as it coarses through his veins. He stretches his neck as far as it will go, but still remains a bit below the green in flight, hoping, wishing, wanting, needing the star to fall into him and grant all his wishes come true. His wings are wide and inviting as he watches the lovely star in his sight with building intensity and love. Lienth> Chaedanth soars up and into the pack, for what reason who knows. Dodging other bodies and slipping through wingspans as he does, thens hooting out to make the leading edge. Above the green now he dives before her, attempting to cut her off while snaring her form with his at the same time. A daring feet, a dangerous one even. Will he catch? Or keep on diving should another succeed. Lienth> I bespoke Miyath with << If you are tired, I will keep you dry /and/ safe. >> Catalina twists again, clutching at her clothes, the air, the supporting wall. She shakes and groans, lost in her emotions-- Who's Arallia again? What was it she was angry about? It's Cat-Nisanth, and the young brownrider murmurs irritably, "Faster, nitwit.." Lienth> Not too many antics or displays of agility is used as Pryth gets down and dirty. His intentions might not be rated as PG or even PG-13 but he can promise he will be quite the entertainer and show this Telgar green just what warm-blooded Istan dragons can do. As he draws closer he approaches from directly behind, dropping down just slightly, expecting her to do the same. But it will be right into him. Dragon> Flight sense that Pryth turns blue again so that he can continue chaseing. Dragon> Flight sense that Miyath thinks that was everyone, << Time to choose a winner, and you were all great!! It's going to be so hard. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Chaedanth grins. "This was FUN! Congrats to whoever wins and thanks for making it great Miyath/Arallia!" Fiora holds her knees tighter, her breathing faster, "Go on, Li! Come on, love. You can do it!" Her eyes take in Arallia more, drinking without being able to take the whole thing. Fort Weyr> Alden wants a dipsmooch! Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth nodnodnods and that was *great*! :> Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth says likewise. D'len bites his lip and stands shakilly... Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << THanks Chae! This has been my first in an over a year, and I felt a little rusty but you guys made it absoultely great! Yes my typing sucks still ;> >> Kandri stretches forward with her mind, though her body trembles as it stay where it is. Will that energy be relaeased, will she be bale to hold the greenrider to her? A moment more and it will tell all. Dragon> Chaedanth bespoke Flight with << Really? I didn't notice, I just ntoiced me typoing everywhere. >> Sonya has been mostly quiet this entire flight, spending most of her time watching Pryth attempt to duck under the green and predict her movements. Now her eyes focus back to the room and her surroundings, watching closely. Dragon> Flight sense that Pryth hugs everyone with his great blue wings. << I've had a blast as well. Glad I logged in just in time. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth whees and is hugged! *Beam* :> Dragon> Lienth bespoke Flight with << Me too, Pryth. Two flights in two days...cool! >> Dragon> Chaedanth bespoke Flight with << Weee! Bluehugs! Love those >> Fort Weyr> Phoebe gives Alden *two* dipsmoochies! Dragon> Flight sense that Chaedanth has had three in two days =oP I'm sick Fort Weyr> Alden puts one in his pocket for later, then. :) Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth oys and this is her second in two days. :P Fort LC> Alden strolls good-humoredly into the caverns, and waves to Vallisneria. Dragon> Flight sense that Pryth giggles. << Great, now i'm being called Pryth the magic dragon on my knot couse of my 'pg' rated pose. :) Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth giggles! :> Fort Weyr> Phoebe grins. And hasta go. Bleh. See you all later! Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth laughs. Fort Weyr> Alden waves, bye! Fort Weyr> Fiora smooches Phoebe. Lienth> I was looked at by Miyath(#2787Oaeps), who is owned by Arallia(#12384PJOce). Lienth> Miyath soon finds herself entangled by blue wings and tails, as Lienth manages to snag Miyath. Having caught a slight gust of wing, the glowing green found herself pushed uptward Lienth's outstretched talons, neck and tail. With a startled warble, the green twists for a moment before she gently croons, allowing the blue to protect her and keep her dry just like he promised. Dragon> Chaedanth bespoke Flight with << WOOOHOOO! GO LIENTH! YOU DID IT! WOOHOO! >> Dragon> Flight sense that Miyath cackles, << Now I have Puff the magic dragon lives by the sea.. going through my head. Don't ask how I know that song ;> >> From afar, Kandri grins and never doubted you girl ;o) Did you use your trick that I told you? Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth blinks. Wow. Lienth> Nisanth gives a long sigh and turns, heartbroken, swerving away from the new mates. Lienth> Nisanth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl. Lienth> Nisanth has left. Long distance to Kandri: Fiora nods, yup. Thanks! Lienth> From the South, Nisanth flies downward to the ground. Dragon> Flight sense that Miyath smoochies all! << Thank you Cata. I'm glad Miyath didn't bite Nisanth, he's a cutie. >> Catalina gasps and tears from the room without another word. Lienth> Chaedanth continues his dive, a sad warble left in his wake as he makes his way downwards and to the ground. Lienth> Spyrith bugles in defeat and blinks between. Lienth> Pryth swoops down lower to avoid the pair. Catalina leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl. Catalina has left. Lienth> Pryth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl. Lienth> Pryth has left. D'len goes home. D'len has left. Lienth> Spyrith goes home. Lienth> Spyrith has left. Dragon> Pryth bespoke Flight with << Congrads!!!!! >> Kandri growls and stomps out. Kandri leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl. Kandri has left. Sonya leaves the weyr and heads out into the bowl. Sonya has left. Lienth> Chaedanth flies downward towards the southern end of the bowl. Lienth> Chaedanth has left. Dragon> Nisanth bespoke Flight with << Gratsy. :> >> Fort Weyr> Vallisneria cheers! Lienth> From the South, Nisanth rises up from the bowl. Lienth> From the South, Pryth flies downward to the ground. Lienth> From the South, Nisanth flies up and out of the bowl. Lienth> Nisanth flies up from the northern half of the bowl. Lienth> Nisanth has arrived. Dragon> Flight sense that Miyath huggles everyone else with her wings, << And thank you all for joining, you made this graeat great flight! Lienth> From the South, Chaedanth flies towards the north end of the bowl. Lienth> From the North, Chaedanth flies over from the south end of the bowl. Lienth> From the North, Chaedanth has arrived. Lienth> From the North, Chaedanth flies downwards towards the bowl. Fort Weyr> Alden behs? At Vallisneria. Lienth> Nisanth disappears into Between. Lienth> Nisanth has left. Lienth> Lienth lets out a slightly surprised rumble, gently carrying the green through the air, doing just what he said he would. As the snow falls, it is Lienth who gets wet, and Miyath, who stays dry. Fort Weyr> Vallisneria snugs Fiora! Lienth> From the South, Chaedanth rises up from the bowl. Fort Weyr> Fiora snugs everyone! Finally! :) Lienth> From the South, Chaedanth disappears into Between. Fort Weyr> Vallisneria says, "Lienth is tha man..." Arallia turns and blinks, eyes focusing upon Fiora for the first time. The greenrider just stands there, trembling, before she makes the first move and goes over to Fiora.. Fort Weyr> Alden just looks really confused. Lienth> From the South, Pryth rises up from the bowl. Fiora just lets out a soft noise of surpise, and all fades to black.... Lienth> From the South, Pryth disappears into Between. Fort Weyr> Fiora dances over the knot, "I won a flight, Alden. Thats all." Fort Weyr> Alden ohs, woo! Congrats. Who's? Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "Just now?" Fort Weyr> Fiora nods. Miyath's. Fort Weyr> Alden ohs, nifty! Fort Weyr> T'shar yee-haws forya :) Lienth> You fly downwards towards the southern end of the bowl. Lienth> Southern Bowl Airspace(#1362RLQe) Lienth> Obvious exits: Lienth> Star Stones Fort Weyr> Fiora grins, thanks. Fort Weyr> T'shar starts singing in his Barry White voice... "Let's get it on" Lienth> Miyath glides down from above. Lienth> Miyath has arrived. Lienth> Miyath lands on Miyath's Ledge - Telgar Weyr. Lienth> Miyath has left. Lienth> You land on Miyath's Ledge - Telgar Weyr. Lienth> Miyath's Ledge - Telgar Weyr Lienth> Contents: Lienth> Miyath Lienth> Brownie Lienth> Obvious exits: Lienth> Inner Weyr