Log file from Fiora. 19/07/99 5:41:47 (*) From Below, Lienth disappears into Between. Between Black... Blacker... Blackest! You suddenly emerge... High above Igen Weyr Obvious exits: Upper Sky Down Rim (*) From Below, Lienth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! (*) From Below, Lienth trumpets his arrival, lowering himself towards the ground. You furl your wings slightly to glide lower into the Bowl. You carefully wing lower into the Bowl. You land just below in the center of the Igen Weyr Bowl. You head over towards the field to the southeast. Field outside the Main Entrance Contents: Keth G'rel Maraczek Catalina(#7314PJXaces$) Nisanth(#9727JOaempqs$) Wennlath(#14833OQVaeps$) Ranth(#14457JVaps) Healers' Herb Garden Obvious exits: Guest ledge INFirmary Main Entrance Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds North (*) From Below, Catalina glances over her shoulder at Maraczek with wide eyes. "I.." she trails off helplessly. (*) From Below, Maraczek has disconnected. Fiora calls down, a brigh, chearful, and somewhat stuffed up greeting, "Forth's duties T'Igen!" Sniffle, sniffle. Poor dear must have a cold. (*) From Below, G'rel glances at the new pair, and nods toward the green. His nod has a sense of urgency, as well as a sense of warning. (*) From Below, Wennlath grows restless and stands up. She snaps at a blue that comes to close as her tail swishes agitately behind her. (*) From Below, Lienth rumbles softly to Wennlath, moving close, but not too close. His rider doesn't even notice, dismounting calmly. You give Lienth one last loving pat and vault down his foreleg, landing on the ground with a light thud. Nisanth peers at Keth. No way, man. Wings spread as wide as possible, red-brown streaks of crackling flame dancing up his wingsails. Catalina glances over her shoulder at Maraczek with wide eyes. "I.." she trails off helplessly. Ranth takes up a place far enough from Wennlath not to be too noticeable, but close enough to give him a good view. He watches her with admiration, if detachement for now. Fiora blinks, removing riding gloves and the like to stretch out in the winter warmth, sniffing again as she looks around, and finaly shrugs, heading inside. You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern. Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ) Contents: Breylan Siara Mia Meal Table Obvious exits: Bowl STairs Records Room INFirmary Kitchen Inner Caverns Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << blooding in 10 minutes :) I figure 3 poses blooding, 3 poses flight then the catch pose. Flight is not predetermined :) :) Is that ok? >> Breylan steps into the cavern quietly and makes his way to the serving table, waving to Siara and Mia with an accompanying warm smile. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth grins. Coolness, can deal with that, if you peoples can deal with early morning bleariness. ;) Dragon> Ranth bespoke Flight with << Sounds fine to us :) >> Lienth> Maraczek continues hugging Catalina gently from behind, nodding with a soft sigh. Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth nodnod. Lienth> G'rel looks after Fiora, then tsks and shakes his head. "She is in for it." he mutters, then turns to Catalina. His gaze gives a tinge of worry. Siara waves to Breylan, eyes still on Mia. Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "Did Mia's flight start yet? :)" Fiora walks in, rubbing her nose agitatied slightly, murmuring a croaky, and somewhat harsh toned, "Fort's duties." She doesn't sound all that good. She looks around, and spots Mia, managing to gather up some enthusiasm, "Mia!" Cough, cough, "Good to see you." Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Nope. Blooding in five mins. Come on down!" Breylan glances over at the sickly sounding new person in the cavern as he pours a mug of klah for himself. Breylan just looked at you! Fort Weyr> T'shar oooo Lienth> Keth is, of course, hard to beat in this game. A bit wider... there. Could be the wingspan of a small gold. Not that he's much of a flier, when it takes turning, but he certainly has the /looks/ about him. Lines of dark-red highlights make his hide look like streams of molten lava. Mia tilts her head slighty as she notices that Fiora and Breylan have entered. Her senses seem heightened and her movements are a syrupy languid sultry kinds of movements. Her mood seems to change as her eyes looks each one over. She blows Fiora a kiss and says, "and Igen's Duties to you Fiora." She rises in one fluid motion and holds out her arms and says, "Welcome." Lienth> T'shar walks over from the center of the bowl. Lienth> T'shar has arrived. Fiora [{Lienth}] streeetttches out in the afternoon sun, eyes whirling slightly, fastened on Wennlath. Siara looks around and nods to the unfamiliar rider. "Hi. I'm Siara," she offers. Lienth> T'shar wanders over, his clothing lightly streaked here and there with what appears to be clay. He nods, offering, "Fort's to Igen." Fiora blinks. Whoa. That wasn't supposed to happen, "Hi," she croaks, "Fiora. Blue Lienth." She coughs, trying to get her throat clear, blinking at Mia again, "Er, yeah." Sniffle. Lienth> Nisanth chuffs and doesn't give up *that* easily. His wingspan may not be as impressive as Keth's, but his hide is. Yep. Tucking his wings to his back, he turns just *so*; the bright light of the afternoon sun streaks down to his hide, which is suddenly ablaze with russet autumn red-golds. Lienth> Wennlath begins to prance about with eyes darting towards the feeding ground. She almost seems as if she is undecided as she rakes the ground with her claws. Lienth> Catalina peers back at G'rel, then turns to face her weyrmate. C'est cera, cera, her eyes, slightly wild, seem to say. Licking her lips, she grabs Maraczek by the wrist. "You're coming with me this time," she says resolutely, voice still steady for the moment. "Win or lose. Mia will have to deal." Fort Weyr> T'shar grins at Fiora. You're sick! Fort Weyr> Fiora mwahs. Too right! Naughty girl, betweening when wet. Lienth> Ranth waits patiently, as if his feet are fastened to the sand of the bowl, not paying a whit of attention to the other dragons, just Wennlath. Lienth> T'shar raises his eyes as Wennlath begins to shift and then promptly sneezes. Lienth> Lienth rumbles, eyes whirling faster, haunches taut as he waits, eyes on Wennlath. As always. Siara nods cheerfully, "That's a pretty name" she says, whether about Fiora or her dragon's name , it's unclear. She repeats to Mia, "Ranth says Aisheth isn't in the Weyr." Dragon> Flight sense that Nisanth hopes no one minds his rider dragging Zeke along. I've got my reasons, OOC and IC, and *yes*, I've cleared it with Mia. ;> Breylan takes his mug of klah over to an empty table not too far from where Mia and Siara are sitting. "Can I get anyone anything while I'm up?" he offers kindly with a smile. He bows his head to Fiora politely. "I'm Breylan." Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth grins. Sounds quite fun, don't worry. ;) Dragon> Ranth bespoke Flight with << If it's okay with MIa, it's okay with me :) >> Fiora nods in return, saving what little voice she has, coming to sit down by Mia and Siara, looking slightly puzzled, but not at all comprehending, "Its been a while, Mia." Lienth> Maraczek doesn't shy from Catalina's grasp. "If Nisanth wins, that's not fair to her.." he speaks softly. Siara nods to Breylan, "A glass of wine, please," she says to him quietly. Mia saunters over to Fiora and passes closely by Siara. At Siara's words she pauses and it seems as if she frowns for just a moment before asking lightly, "Oh? Should he be?" Turning slowly, she pauses to look at Siara with a seductive smile playing about her lips. Lienth> Catalina pauses. Considers. "I'm sure none of the other riders would mind if she pounced them instead." Lienth> Keth just doesn't give up. A slight tweak of his wings, and he uses the reflective hide to the best advantage - catching the sunlight, reflecting it over the sands between him and the green, the sudden eruption of light, to stop with the next flicker. His eyes are now red-tinged, the whirling picking up in speed. Lienth> T'shar looks momentarily towards the living cavern and takes one step in that direction, then raises his hand to his mouth to cover another sneeze. "Shells," he curses. Lienth> T'shar heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern. Lienth> T'shar has left. T'shar comes in from the Bowl. T'shar has arrived. Siara looks up at Mia, her expression morphing into one of intense hunger, briefly, but long enough to be seen. "I just thought...it would be good if he was," she says weakly. Lienth> Nisanth blats and then turns away from Keth, focusing completely on Wennlath now. He's got more important things to concern himself with... a silly bout with a bronze won't bring him any closer to the green. And with a rustling of gold-streaked wings, he whirls and turns his back on Keth. Puh. Breylan nods to Siara gently, giving Mia a strange sidelong glance as he starts back to the tables to get Siara's wine. Lienth> Wennlath flicks her tail at the dragons and heads for the feeding grounds suddenly. She roars loudly as she does. Lienth> Wennlath heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds. Lienth> Wennlath has left. Lienth> Nisanth heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds. Lienth> Nisanth has left. Lienth> You head into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds. Lienth> Feeding Grounds Lienth> Contents: Lienth> Nisanth(#9727JOaempqs$) Lienth> Wennlath(#14833OQVaeps$) Lienth> Toniath Lienth> Obvious exits: Lienth> North Center of Bowl East Lienth> Keth hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. Lienth> Keth has arrived. Lienth> Ranth hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. Lienth> Ranth has arrived. Lienth> Eyes of violet, full of lust, whirl fast, faster, fastest as Lienth launches himself up above the feeding grounds, wings holding him steady as he regards the flocks below him, inspecting them in an attempt to find The Beast. Too thin, too old, too young, too brown, those whirling eyes, faster still, regard them all, and regect them all. His head swivels, turning down, and then he *drops*, talons of shiny, metalic edged black digging through hides of brown, severing spinal cord without dropping, and therefore wasting, a single drop of blood. The beast is wrenched from the ground, tongue lolling, with a single of those talons, and the blue feeds, eyes whirling faster still, maw reaching deep into the beast's heart, sucking away its very lifeblood. Drained, Lienth manouvers himself over to the edge of the pens, dropping the beast onto the ground below, the poor thing landing with its tail wrapped around its wide opened neck T'shar walks in, leaning onto a nearby chair and letting out a loud and messy sneeze. "Fort's..." he mumbles, wiping at his nose. Mia blinks for a moment and her eyes widen as she senses Wennlath's state. Her mouth opens and a soft 'Shards' escapes as she drops her now empty mug onto the cavern floor. Lienth> Ranth finds unexpected appetite, along with the unexpected presence of a shimmering green today, and he dives into the feeding pen, a snarl of desire issuing from his muzzle. He skims low enough to snatch up a herdbeast, shaking it in his jaws as he roars furiously, blood spurting in all directions. Siara looks over at the sneezing rider and grins. "Faranth bless you!" Lienth> (Continuation of pose) almost comical to see. But Lienth see's it not, his wings lifting him up above the pens once more, looking out for another beast worth his while, to vent his frustration, and his lust, for that glowing orb. Wennlath! Lienth> Ilmarith backwings to land in the grounds neatly. Lienth> Ilmarith has arrived. Lienth> Nisanth isn't far behind Wennlath, although he intelligently lags far enough behind so that he can avoid raking talons. Strong wings spread wide, stocky, strong body taut with lustful anticipation, he circles 'round the corrals, spinning eyes narrowed as he looks for just the right-- ah. A young buck is fallen upon as the large brown drops from the sky with nary a sound, promptly breaking its spine. Mia holds onto the back of a chair as she sways slightly then she looks around with frantic eyes before Wennlath's lust over takes her and replaces the look with a yearning for blood and flesh. A little flame seems to appear in their depths as she locks her gaze on the riders near her. Lienth> Toniath doesn't waste time with greetings or with trying to impress Wennlath with his size or beauty--those things are self-evident. Red and amethyst threads swirl through his whirling eyes with increasing rapidity as he reaches out one massive forearm to pound a wandering wherry into a bloody pulp. That done, he delicately lifts the carcass to his mouth and clamps his jaws down onto it. Feathers fly, blood spurts, Toniath drinks, and the wherry just squawks a few times. Fiora blinks, rubbing her nose annoyably, nodding to Tish and then spinning around, back to Mia, "No! You!" Throat evidently gets in the way, since she says no more, scowling angrely, although the effect is broken by another cough, and a dripping nose. Catalina pages to Fiora, G'rel, Mia, R'vyl, Siara, and T'shar: Zeke is AFK... just assume he goes to the Guest Weyr. ;> T'shar nods at Siara thankfully and pinches his nose closed. "Tanks," he mutters, then spies Mia. Mmm. Lienth> Keth joins the blood frenzy, his wings scooping clouds of sands as he descends on his pray. Backwinging (and more sand), his rear talons reaching down for a frenzied herdbeast. The sound of snapping, and a small column of blood. The bronze lands a bit further away, and turns, his long neck snaking around for the still warm animal. Breylan returns to Siara carrying a glass of wine and sets it down on the table carefully and returns to his table and his klah. He eyes the riders occasionally. Siara thanks Breylan for the wine, sipping it and watching Mia. "I hope we don't all catch something," she murmurs at all of the sneezing and coughing. Lienth> Wennlath pounces savagely on the back of a herdbeast and a loud crunch is heard before she uses her claws to expertly rip it's undersides open, exposing innards and gushing blood. She picks it up in one claw and holds the beast ins uch a way that the blood flows into her mouth before tossing the drained creature from her. From afar, to Fiora, G'rel, Maraczek, Mia, R'vyl, Siara, and T'shar, Catalina sighs and has to split. Got a paper to work on. :< Tell me who wins. Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << ok Cat :) >> Malent has connected. Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << by the way flight is ooc. 3 poses blooding, 3 flight then catch pose :) >> Lienth> Ilmarith circles down, wings water coated, spraying mist in every direction with each wingbeat as he spirals toward the herd of prey. They thunder, they scatter, and Ilmarith dives, pinning a herdbeast to the ground with his bulk, reaching down to rip at the exposed neck, the red blood flowing pink across the herdbeast's side as dripping water mixes with flowing blood. Mia makes her hand into a small fist as she tries to gain some control. But it seems to be a loosing battle as the dragons take to the feeding ground. G'rel comes in from the Bowl. G'rel has arrived. K'gen ambles out from the inner caverns. K'gen has arrived. Lienth> Ranth slurps what blood he can from the ravaged beast he clutches and then tosses it away, distracted by the grace with which Wennlath dispatches her own herdbeast. Such savagery,such economy! His rumble becomes a pained bugle of desire and with more intent this time, snags another beast, neatly tearing out the throat and drinking deeply at the fountain he opens. Lienth> Toniath spits out the drained carcass with an eloquent shake of his head, distancing himself already from the messy remains. Launching himself into the air again, he skims low over the feeding grounds, talons extending to encage a large ovine between them. The ovine bleats piteously for as long as it takes the bronze to return to his chosen resting spot, where its cries are abruptly silenced by the *crunch* of those powerful jaws. Red streaked muzzle makes a perfect complement to the gold-streaked bronze hide, so perfectly enhanced by the Igen sun and sands. Lienth> Lienth regards the herds again, looking for Igen's finest to fulfil Fort's Finest hunger. Thirst. Need. He rumbles again, talons shining in the light, hide glimmering every so often when the sun hits it, angling his head so that he might see Wennlath, and see his prey, the substance that will fill his empty belly. He dives, compacting himself so that he shoots downwards, nabbing that beast, the one that will take the second idge out of his hunger. Teeth hit neck. Neck spurts blood. Lienth downs blood. Beast is dropped. Lienth follows. Head is dipped over the dying beast, the blue savagely attacking it with teeth and talons, tearing it to bits to get out every last drop of blood, letting the mineraly rich, scarlet liquid drip down into his belly, warming him more than even the Igen sun. The beast is dead, its lifeblood is gone, and Lienth simply picks it up, placing it in the same approximation as his first, eyes back on Wennlath. Wennlath! Breylan picks up his mug of klah and makes his exit to the inner caverns. Breylan strides through the passageway into the Inner Caverns. Breylan has left. Malent trots in from outside, looking happy as he wipes a bit of stray hay from his hair, then stops as he starts eyeing the riders. Fiora pauses, muttering, "Your fault, Tish. I've got this, " she pauses, to cough, wipe her nose, and then continues, "Sharding cold because of your lovely little 'trip'. Shard you." Cough. Malent just looked at you! T'shar glares over at Fiora. "Your own fault for betweening wet and naked," he tells her shortly, then punctuates it with another sneeze. "No one *made* you take off your shirt." Fort Weyr> Alden waves! Siara sips her wine once more and lifts a hand absently to Malent, still eyeing Mia. K'gen seems to be a bit groggy, and stumbles in. Fiora splutters. Obviously fighting with Tish keeps her mind off other things... Like the mess her lifemate is making out in the feeding grounds, although her eyes flit back to Mia occasionaly, "No it isn't," she disagrees, in that same tortured tone, "And I wasn't naked." Just half naked. Lienth> Wennlath lifts her bloodied maw to the sky and roars as the blood trickles down her neck from her next kill. She rips and tugs as she dips her maw into the open wound. She feels the tug of Mia's will before she starts to feed and rages in anger over the poor beasts body until there is nothing left but pulp and shards of bone. She leaps onto another and swipes with her claw, cutting the head right off and holds her opened maw wide for the arm stream of the creatures life blood. Lienth> Keth tosses away the drained husk, shaking it from his fangs in order to do so (he got carried). Then he takes off in the air again, without waiting. His eyes are now orbs of bright red, tinging toward lust violet, as he looks for another c atch. A few moments later, he merely sweeps with his tail. The force of the knock, aimed at a large buck, drops it with its legs broken. Landing again, the bronze is ready for another round. He outstretches his wings slightly (still showing off, somewhat) and starts to drink from the battered body. Malent hmms as he notices riders he doesn't know then watches Mia, curiously, as he hasn't been in the same room with a rider when their dragon is rising before, or at least he thinks thats what's going on. He steps back and slips into a corner table, just keeping in earshoot, but not intruding. Breylan ambles out from the inner caverns. Breylan has arrived. Breylan returns to the cavern and deposits his empty klah mug before heading towards the exit to the bowl. Lienth> Ranth roars in an agony of desire once more as Wennlath's throat is bared, the vibrant blood shining against her glowing hide. He drains the last bit of life from the beast he holds down casually with one set of claws and spreads his wings to their entire span, making sure she can see his unusual purplish coloring, the mature muscle and health sheen of his own hide. Fort Weyr> Jhorla Wavvles. =) Mia looks out into the bowl with a stricken look as she tugs on her camisole. "Hot she says...so hot..." though at first she doesn't move. Her stance is inviting as she undoes her braid and with entiocingly swaying hips she leaves the cavern and goes towards the bowl. Mia walks out to the Bowl. Mia has left. Breylan walks out to the Bowl. Breylan has left. Lienth> Lienth is getting creative. He reaches down, his tail ever wiggling, grabbing another tail with his teeth. The herdbeast looks up, letting out a sound of pure surprise, and definately pain, as the blue swings it around, wings carrying him in circles, tossing it to the ground, an audible *crack* perhaps indicating that it is a case of death on impact. He lowers himself to it, eyes whirling faster and faster still, bloodied maw reaching deep into its heart with savage indifference seldomly seen in said blue. He raises his maw, the sun catching on the scarlet trails down its side, bugling to Wennlath, warning off all others. Wennlath! Lienth> Still in the process of slaking his incredible thirst, Toniath lashes his tail left and then right, a silent warning to the other males in the grounds not to even *think* of getting too close. To him, to his prey, or to the beautiful green, for as the hot blood stirs the wakening flightlust within him, those rapidly whirling eyes are drawn inexorably to Wennlath's form. G'rel walks out to the Bowl. G'rel has left. You walk out into the Bowl. T'shar walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. T'shar has arrived. Siara walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Siara has arrived. Siara is on her feet in a moment, following Mia, no eyes for anything else, her concern for Aisheth's whereabouts forgotten. Alessandra walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Alessandra has arrived. Malent walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Malent has arrived. Malent slips out, interested in the whole thing, but still staying back. T'shar rolls his eyes at Fiora. "Whatever," he says, holding his index finger underneath his nose to prevent any more sneezing. A glance over to the feeding grounds and he frowns. "Yes, you sharding worthless bronze, Lienth> Ilmarith curves his neck toward the herdbeast below him, clamping his jaws tightly around the ruined neck, lifting it up as he turns his head this way and that, seeking a glimpse of green in the choas of dying herdbeasts and killing dragons. Blood drips from the corners of his mouth, the flow slowing now, and with a shake of his head he sends the beast flying, reaching out in a almost gentle motion to capture another crazed herdbeast, rushing by too closely. Lienth> Wennlath bottom sways in the air with a her tail like a whip, swishing behind her as she gnaws on a wherry that she drained on blood. The frantic creatures of the ground run wild all over and just holds out her forleg, tripping one up in order for her to sate her incredible thirst and hunger. She lifts her head and her croon is both seductive and mournful for she cannot feed...she cannot! Fiora follows out into the bowl, shivering despite the undoubted heat, making a face at T'shar. Yes, she'll blame him no matter what. "Lienth!" She cries, voice, and therefore emotion, somewhat impared. G'rel just glances between Fiora and T'shar, and shakes his head lightly. "Should've asked..." he murmours. Siara spares a quick glance for the others with her in the bowl, before she turns sharplytowards the feeding pens again, shoulders tense, tongue caught between her teeth. Mia heads up the steps to the guest weyr. Mia has left. You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge. T'shar comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl. T'shar has arrived. G'rel comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl. G'rel has arrived. R'vyl comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl. R'vyl has arrived. Fiora plops on the ground, holding her head straight with weary hands, rubbing her nose once or twice, the poor, red piece of flesh not doing too well out of this. She huddles, eyes on Mia, no voilet, since they can't be, not whirling, since they can't be, but as close as it could possibly get. Lienth> Wennlath manages to control herself, but in her frustration she takes to the air with a herbeast in her claw. She shakes it and the little blood that is left rains down upon the grounds before she flings it away from her. She circles and roars for just a few moments before she soras into the heights, with her wings tucked against her side after the initial propollsion. She is like a jewle that sparkling in the evening sun flying towards freedom, flying because she can! Dragon> Flight sense that Ranth grumbles at her connection. What'd I miss? Siara comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl. Siara has arrived. Siara runs lightly into the weyr, eyes unusually bright and she takes up her usual spot against the wall, not too far from Mia. T'shar simply walks in and leans against the wall. His face is a bit flushed and he shivers occasionally. Mia is standing with her arms around her until Wennlath takes flight. So in tune with wennlath she is that she spreads her arm and whispers, "At last... I am free... free!" She twirls around and dances, her muscles working beneath the tight leathers. Her hair sticks to her upper body from the dampness of her glistening skin. Lienth> Keth goes for the third beast. Again he goes for a larger one, a one that runs hard trying to save its life. But its life only had one purpose, after all - to provide sustenance for this particular bronze. So, he herdbeast's demise is near- instant, it goes down in another sweep of large claws, wasting some blood in the name of aggression unleashed. Another, wet *crunch* is heard as Keth sinks his teeth into the flesh, and begins to drain it. His eyes, though, were set on the green - creature of whimsy, and this time, unpredicted. The beast shaken off in anger, with a low growl, and he bounces off in the air, his wings suddenly moving. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth adds. Don't mind Fi and Tish. They're...fighting. Again. Sort of. ;) Dragon> Toniath bespoke Flight with << THey're always like this :) >> Lienth> Ranth leaps after Wennlath, the bled carcass of the beast left behind. Flying a simple straight course behind her, leaving plenty of room for now, he bides his time, controlling himself with his rider's aid perhaps, saving his strenght for when he'll need it. Lienth> Ilmarith turns to stare at Wennlath, a low warble rumbling through the air as he simply stares, herdbeast held by one foreleg, claimed but forgotten. He dips his head to lick delicately at a trickle of blood, eyes still on Wennlath; he rips another wound, eyes still on Wennlath; he bends to drink the flowing blood, eyes still on Wennlath. And when she leaps, he follows as he must, the last of the water drying, but still catching a rainbow of light on his strongly beating wings. Lienth> Toniath's movement skyward is smooth and efficient, several powerful pumps of vast bronze wings propelling him from the war-torn grounds into the haven of the sky, and after the object of his desire. A flawless jewel indeed, multifaceted, sparkling, gleaming with an inner fire, and just waiting to be set lovingly into a similarly priceless bronze setting. His. Lienth> Wennlath leads the pack chasing her with the greates of ease. She is flying yes...to where... she does not care as she uses the thermals to aid her. She knows this air, it is hers with none to block her view. She curls her tail against her, then releases it in a sexy snap, as if it has a mind of it own, to taunt those behind her. Slowly her wings outstretch and she dips in an air current that soon lifts her higher and higher into the air. Lienth> Wennlath leaps into the air! Lienth> Wennlath has left. Lienth> You leap into the air! Lienth> Faster, Higher, Stronger. That is the motto of this Fortian bred blue, his wingbeats hastening even as he uses the thermals to rise from the ground. One beat a second, two, three, faster, onwards, closer to the glowing green that is his lust, the green orb that he chases through the afternoon skies. He knows not much of these Igen skies, but he forces himself onwards, copying her moves, muscles tense under hide of metalic blue, haunches taught, tail wiggling. Wiggling? But it is, wiggling back and forth like a canine's, forward and back, annoying no end the Istan bronze that flies below him, hitting him on the face until he can take it no longer, hurtling down through the skies. But Lienth notices not, his neck reaching, arching, towards Wennlath, she who he once played with, should he be able to remember it. Wingsails fill with the odd breeze, the exertion that he uses, the afternoon sun, and the early evening shadows and sunset making him glow like a metalic blue orb, azure and shiny, as brilliant, perhaps, as She Who Glows. Wennlath! Lienth> Keth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Lienth> Keth has arrived. Lienth> Ranth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Lienth> Ranth has arrived. R'vyl lingers near the entrance, dropping his bundle of straps down next to him with a slow slither and a jangle of buckles. He stands, eyes slightly unfocused, but still with an attitude of watching. Lienth> Ilmarith flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Lienth> Ilmarith has arrived. Lienth> Toniath flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Lienth> Toniath has arrived. Fiora just sits, the only sound coming from her being the odd sniffle, or the sound of her rubbing her nose back and forth, back and forth. Lienth> Ranth loses altitude briefly, senses dizzied by that flirtatious, tantalizing tail. He roars in a show of masculine pride, flaunting his maturity, his ability to master such a coy green, and flies higher and faster. He too knows this air space, for a good eight turns longer then Wennlath. He is master of it, and will be of her too. Siara licks her lips, her eyes fastend on Mia's lower body, as if uncovering every curve. She nods slightly, as if to herself, "Easy..." Mia puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot absently. Ohhh those hips which twitch and and turn so nicely. She is breathing deep as she concentration is focused on her dragon. She feels the freedom, the excitment.... of Wennlath. But is it just Wennlath. She lowers her hands slowly and runs them over the sides of her hips like a snake she wiggles and she just decides to go with it. "No fighting it..." she whispers then she laughs a delightful laugh with a hint of a tinkle like the softest bell in the distance. T'shar is positively sweating at this point, his shirt soaked through in places, and he looks as though he might collapse soon. Sniffles and sneezes come from him periodically, though he keeps his eyes mostly on the dancing Mia. Siara sinks to her knees as Mia gyrates, whimpering aloud, hands on the floor before her, breathing hard. Lienth> Keth just goes forward, in his usual jumbo-dragon style. Initial surprise (confuse the Keth!) is soon left behind, as his mind is taken by the desire to the green that seems to be edging away from his grasp. But then he speeds up, using brute strength in place of area knowledge and, well, luck. The green is now edging closer, as the bronze's wings carry the air in wide sweeps, propelling him forward. Lienth> Ilmarith follows, eyes fixed on Wennlath. His body jerks in the air, response to the snap of her tail, and the motion pulls his flight out of smoothness, robbing him of much needed speed. He recovers qucikly, and his wings spread wider to capture the desert air. He regains his rhythm, and regains the swiftness of the chase as if he had never lost it, following Wennlath upward on an updraft of hot dry desert air. If Fiora is at all aware of anyone else, she doesn't show it, lifting her head groggily so that she looks right at Mia. Mia is all that matters. She lifts her legs up to her chest, holding them there, rubbing her nose again with a slight wince, although even that is forgotten slightly now. Mia. Mia and Wennlath. Thats all that matters. G'rel sat on the floor just past the entrance, not bothering with the comfort - his mind is obviously taken. He undoes the front of his flying jacket - a little help, as his face is sweating profusely. Lienth> Wennlath uses her outstrecthed wings to turn over the bowl but she spirals higher and higher trying her best to flee from the dragons chasing her. "i can fly faster and forever," she thinks. Her muscles work hard to help her graceful flight and she rolls over slightly, exposing her delicately colored belly to the other dragons as she makes a sharp turn towards the rim. She holds herself in that position and banks nicely, cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter. Lienth> Toniath is somewhere near the back of the pack, using all of his cunning to keep him on pace with the darting green dragon. Which means he's far enough away to compensate for her sudden, sharp turns with more gradual ones of his own. Silence, strength, the beating of his wings and heart like the thudding of runner hoofs on a beach, trying to bring him ever closer to the dancing waves just out of his reach. Dragon> Flight sense that Toniath woos. That metaphor just ran away from me. Lienth> Lienth is small for a blue, no more than average size, anyway, his endurance is little, but his speed is great. And he uses it, hurtling towards Her, neck craning, wings beating, back and forth, each movement precise and sure, each beat perfect and new. He follows her moves, his size helping her copy them closer, more perfectly. Because She Who Glows Like the Sun deserves such praise. Such praise from him. Onwards, upwards, closer, and yet so far, his eyes whirling faster and faster still, watching her, unable to get close enough. Unable to yet make her his own. Up, and down, up and down, again and again. That is the way to do it, and he knows it, for all his youth, his inexperience. His ichor is surely rushing, the exertion he uses surely visable in the taut muscles beneath blue hide, but he knows it not, unable to do anything more than fly, chase, beat those wings of clear blue, and gaze upon her very lovelyness. Wennlath! Dragon> Lienth bespoke Flight with << Toniath is the king of metaphors, I swear. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Toniath likes it better when they make sense :) Dragon> Flight sense that Wennlath chuckles Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth grins. Yeah, that helps. ;) Dragon> Flight sense that Toniath <-- Ruathan runner bronze. Anyway :) R'vyl watches restlessly, looks at Mia, pulls his gaze away, then looks at Mia. He shakes his head, as if motion can bring clarity, and then looks back at Mia. Lienth> Ranth performs a few gymnastics of his own, confident enough of his ability to outrun the pack to show off his agility, superior to those clunky browns and heavier blues that follow. He rolls over and over, wings close to his body and emerges from teh turn, closer than ever, only to be confronted with Wennlath's belly, another roar of need ripped from him. Siara sits up on her knees, her hands shifting before her, outlining shapes in the air as she stares through her fingers at Mia, her shirt plastered with sweat to her body. Mia reaches slowly up to the sky as she rises up on her tippy toes. She looks as if she would spring into flight at any moment and coos softly. Her camisole is wet from her extertions and her breasts push againt them as if to be free. She is reaching as if she is seeking that which is just out of her reach and her body squirms and twists delightfully. It's a promise...oh yes and promise that is hers and only hers to give. Lienth> Keth is steady like a flying rock - straight, without fatigue, without losing speed, without losing focus. The exposed belly only prompts him to try harder - and his turn, despite the difference in size, is surprisingly sharp. No wonder his hide is so devoid of scars - he backwings for just a moment, the strong *FLAP* of his wing membranes bouncing his mass into changing a direction that keeps him in line of Wennlath's bank. A *BUGLE* announces his presence - and his will. Lienth> Ilmarith speeds after Wennlath, forcing his way through a gap to small for him to fit through, a brown crowding on one side, a bronze on the other. He tucks his wings in, dropping down between them, then uses the speed gathered in the diving to pull himself back up through the air, in front of the brown and bronze, closer to Wennlath. As she turns, he pulls one wing in against his wide and beats strongly with the other, his turn smooth, fast, and even graceful as he follows, ever follows. T'shar slowly slides down the wall until he's sitting on the floor, still pressed up against the cool stone. He leans his head back against the wall with a *thunk* and closes his eyes. "Hurry," he breathes. Lienth> Wennlath flaps her wings, and the first evidence of struggle becomes apparent as she begins to tire. Her roar is still loud and a roar of frustration perhaps or desire as the pack comes closer to her. Her tail swishes slowly behind her in direct opposition to her wings which are trying their best to keep her free. In a quick second she tucks them at her side as she rols and rolls in the air, soon beginning to descend like a rock dropped from a great hieght, her speed gaining in every second. Lienth> Lienth uses speed, forcing himself onwards. Through the afternoon skies, through Igen, as far as she wishes to go, he will follow. Onwards, upwards, towards Her. Wingsails fill with breezes, and then let them out, leaving them behind. His tail begins its neverending wiggle cycle, back and forth behind him, playfuly tickling the noses of some of the bigger beasts that fight galiantly below him. He sails higher, following every bank, every spiral, his hide gleaming in the light, shining that beautiful metalic blue, shadowing on some of the ground below, for all that it matters. He is there, and he draws closer, but yet, still so far. Far too far away for his liking, pummeling his wings onwards further, as fast as he can. Faster than ever, eyes whirling faster than ever, muscles tenser than ever, shoving him through the skies, onwards. Closer. Reaching out, his neck sttreeetches to its longest, hoping to reach her, for all that there is no chance of it. He chases after She WHo Glows. Wennlath! Fiora mutters to herself, shivering even yet, although her hair is damp, sticking to her neck in a most unhappy fashion, echoing her own movements, the odd nose blow, shiver, shake. Mia gasps softly as she stumbles, causing her hair to cover her face. Her arms are outstreched and moving in graceful arcs as she starts to move between the riders, just close enough for them to smell her scent, her sweetness. Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << that was three poses right? The next is the catch pose...then I will pick the winner. :) >> Lienth> Wennlath's falter is just the encouragement that Toniath needs to make him push a little harder. With a short burst of speed he surges ahead of several of the other dragons, still behind some of the faster blues. But this is a tactical struggle, and speed can be gained with a sudden tuck of his wings and a downwards dive. Which he begins, as the bottom drops out and Wennlath plunges groundwards. So far to fall alone... Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth cools. Siara's outstretched hands seek to brush against Mia, against those delicious curves. The perspiration stands out on her brow, the brown eyes hot with desire as she moans aloud once more. T'shar quite obviously can't smell anything at the moment, but he does crack open his eyes as Mia wanders by. A slow lick of his dry lips and he sits up again, leaning towards her. R'vyl flicks at a vtol come to rest on his leg, the motion quick, embued with silent restless. But even as he moves, he is still, in his tightly controlled attitude if not in action. He glances around the weyr, and then, unsurprisingly, his gaze returns to Mia. Lienth> Keth is far enough behind to see the sudden descend. His wings pumping with undiminished zest, he simply turns downward - cutting a bit into Wennlath's turn, his weight splitting the air before him, his strength pushing him closer and closer to the glowing, tantalizing beauty that now seems offered to him. The plunge gains him speed, as well, and a short respite from the long ascending spiral. The extra tension releases, a trumpetting sound meant to warn, scare off, and impress. Lienth> Ranth dives after Wennlath, startled as her graceful flight suddenly turns into a wearied descent, his bugles of lust mixed now with tender concern for the young, tiring green, offering both fulfillment and safety in his strong wings, as he reaches out to her, straining to reach her before the others, who cannot possibly give her all that she needs, not the way that he knows that he can. Lienth> Speed is Lienth's, and he uses it, pummeling closer, as fast as he can, sinews bulging under metalic hide, shining in the light, under the orb of light that is Wennlath. He positions himself, falling backwards and stopping himself with wingstokes until he flies upside down under her, able to view her every move, and follow her, albeit somewhat clumsily. Upwards, onwards, closer, as close as he can get, his tail wagging at an obscure angle, still beating back those who come closer. Too close for his liking. She is his, or will be, should she fall as he beleives she will. So he looks silly? Too bad. Each movement brings him closer, gives him another chance, a chance to make the glowing prize his own. What he looks like matters little, it is She who matters. Matters more than anything. Wennlath! Fiora pauses, her breathing heavy and laboured, for more than one reason. Eyes take in Mia more than before, fists gripped tight, hard, "Li!" She calls, her voice quavering, and yet deep and harsh at the same time. Dragon> Toniath bespoke Flight with << Wait, are these catch poses? I lagged >> Mia wavers and sighs as she brushes the hair from her face. Her wide eyes, lust filled, look around the weyr for someone. Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << yes :) >> Lienth> Toniath's silence is broken at long last as he seeks to bring Wennlath to him. A low, enticing croon, filled with desire and longing and promises of pleasures awaiting the two of them, escapes his throat. Terra-cotta wingsails snap as he calls on reserves of energy, converting them into precious speed. Compact bronze form cleaves the air as he reaches out to her, wings, tail, neck, all curving towards that dazzling vision of green lighting the sky. Siara takes a step forward, pushing those near her aside, as best she can, trying to get closer to Mia, her breathing loud and harsh. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth nods, they are. And adds that everyone is posing really well! Y'all deserve to win, in my opinion. Just thought I'd say it now. :) T'shar sneezes again and finally says, "Mia..." softly. Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << you have made it hard for me, that is for sure... you were all truly wonderful :) >> G'rel seems taken in with his dragon - two minds as one, on occasion like this even more than usual. But glances he casts in Mia's direction aren't random. Or casual. Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << So I make my decision now? >> I'd describe the way Fiora's face is, the way her nose is dripping down her face...but its not important. Fiora sits there, drooling, just about. Sodden with sweat, unable to move, "Wennlath." She says, looking at Mia, "Mia Wennlath." Dragon> Wennlath bespoke Flight with << this is only my second flight and I am not really sure. >> Dragon> Toniath bespoke Flight with << Yup. :) >> Lienth> Ilmarith tucks his wings closely and dives after Wennlath, a drawn out warble trailing behind him, captured by a wind that echoes his passage and roars against his as he drops, gathering speed as he drops after the glowing goal -- after the speeding green. He is gathered in on himself, streched against resistance of the wind, and then he see an opportunity, and his wings flick out in a tiny brush of a stroke, pushing hiself closer, as neck and tail curve, reaching out. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth nodnods. Yup. Dragon> Flight sense that Ranth nods. You pose something that indicates which one catches her. Fort Weyr> T'shar pities Mia if Lienth or Toniath wins. Fort Weyr> Fiora giggles, and does too. G'rel just looked at you! Fort Weyr> Saphire snugglies all! Fort Weyr> Fiora hates this bit, waiting for the decision. :P Fort Weyr> Saphire blinkblink Fort Weyr> T'shar grins. Me too. Lienth> Wennlath tries to stop her roll and spreads her wings in one last graceful movement. The rush of wind lifts her quickly towards the decending male dragons and she croons softly almost panicked. tempered with exhaustion. Her head lifts and Ranth, is there just as her strength gives out. She has enough left to warble before her wings go limp. Fort Weyr> Alden blinks. Why would you pitty her? Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "Achoo!" Fort Weyr> Fiora phews. Its over. ;) Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "Fi and me are sick. From 'tweening naked and wet" Mia pages to Fiora, G'rel, R'vyl, and T'shar: Thank you all soo much. This was a great flight and all yuour poses were excellent. I appreciate you joining me in this roleplay :) :) *snugs tight* Lienth> Lienth rumbles, softly, disapointed, but happy. He spins, turning, tail wiggling all the while, heading for the ground, wings slowly beating to carry him home. Lienth> You fly carefully towards the main entrance, then land. Fort Weyr> Alden blinks! Oh. :) Who won? Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Ranth... ;)" Fort Weyr> Alden ohs. Cewl. Fort Weyr> Alden likes Siara. Fort Weyr> T'shar grins. It was a fun flight Fiora blinks, looking up, "No!" But she stops, shaking her head, moving out of the room with eyes pressed shut, nose still dripping. Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "It was." Siara gasps and then lunges forward towards Mia, clasping her close in her arms. Dragon> Flight sense that Toniath had a blast. Thanks! Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth did too! You walk out into the hallway. T'shar comes out into the hallway from the guest weyr. T'shar has arrived. Lienth> Toniath walks over from the center of the bowl. Lienth> Toniath has arrived. G'rel comes out into the hallway from the guest weyr. G'rel has arrived. Lienth> R'vyl comes down the stairs from the guest weyr. Lienth> R'vyl has arrived. Lienth> Maraczek glances up. Lienth> Keth lands carefully. Lienth> Keth has arrived. Lienth> Lienth lands, crooning pitifully, waiting for Fiora. Lienth> Toniath lands with much rumbling and lashing of tails, red-tinged eyes turned in the direction of the guest weyr as he waits impatiently for his rider. G'rel walks into the guest weyr. G'rel has left. Lienth> G'rel comes down the stairs from the guest weyr. Lienth> G'rel has arrived. T'shar sneezes again, miserably, and almost bumps into Fiora. "Fi..." he says, rather raggedly. Lienth> Maraczek blinks, watching with furrowed brow. Lienth> G'rel walks to Keth, leaning on his neck for a bit. He seems to be muttering something. Not audible, anyhow. Fiora blinks, turning around, eyes wide open, "Tishy?" She coughs, spoiling the effect, adding, "T'shar, rather." Lienth> R'vyl pauses at the foot of the stairs to the guest weyr, pulling at a bundle of tangled straps, each movement quick but controlled. He angles a nod in Maraczek's direction, then tugs again at the tangle, grimacing annoyance. From afar, T'shar giggles. We're so pitiful Long distance to T'shar: Fiora laughs, we are, aren't we? But it makes for great RP. From afar, Saphire gets suspicious about what's going on between Tish and Fi, but doesn't ask. nope, I don't ;) T'shar sniffles. He looks like he might cry, or maybe that's just his eyes watering from so much sneezing. "Will you," um, "C'we go home?" Fiora pauses, nodding without saying a word, turning towards the door, finally adding, "Home." You head down the staircase, past the balcony and into the Weyr's Living Caverns. T'shar comes down the stairway. T'shar has arrived. T'shar walks out to the Bowl. T'shar has left. Fort Weyr> Fiora snerks. Fi and Tish always seem to be coming home together. You walk out into the Bowl. Fort Weyr> T'shar pouts. And that's a bad thing? Fort Weyr> Alden doesn't comment on that one, nope. Fort Weyr> Saphire is paging on that very topic, uh-huh ;) Fort Weyr> Fiora awwws. Nope, thats a good thing. Fort Weyr> Saphire ughs! and idles :( Fiora just shakes her head at her lifemate, stepping up to him and touching his side gently, "You tried," says she, with a deep sigh, and a quavering voice, rubbing her nose again. T'shar stumbles out blearily, as Toniath lifts his head and lets out another mournful bugle. "Shut up," the bronzerider says, holding his head in pain, then hurries over to Toniath. "I'm sorry, sorry," he murmurs, throwing his arms around as much of the bronze neck as he can. Fort Weyr> T'shar hmms. That was odd. Fort Weyr> Fiora gahs. This takes me to 1/6 wins. :p whats odd? Fort Weyr> T'shar just got booted for no reason, oh well :) Fiora rubs her eyes, fetching her riding gloves and jacket without thinking about it, shoving the two on, and looking at Lienth, "Come on, we're going home." R'vyl pulls yet again at his tangle of straps, then shakes his head, a long sigh escaping. He glances at the other riders, then shakes his head again, slowly, moving off across the bowl. G'rel mutters, "Germaine will skin me for this." and mounts Keth. He glances at the Fort riders - as if /they/ are in trouble. R'vyl walks over towards the center of the bowl. R'vyl has left. G'rel climbs upon Keth, using his offered foreleg to lever up. G'rel has left. You climb up Lienth's kindly offered foreleg to vault up between his beautiful azure neckridges, and perch there, giving him a loving pat as you do so. (*) From Below, T'shar climbs up a thoughtfully extended bronze forelimb to his spot between Toniath's neckridges. (*) From Below, Keth tenses, then springs upwards. Dragon> Fort dragons sense that Toniath 's pride is wounded beyond repair...or until he forgets about it. Dragon> Fort dragons sense that Lienth sends a swirl of blue through your minds, sharper, more metalic, as sharp as knives. (*) From Below, Toniath tenses, then springs upwards. You spring into the air of the Bowl. You beat your wings powerfully to swoop up higher in the Bowl. (*) From Below, Toniath disappears into Between. (*) From Below, Lienth disappears into Between. Between Black... Blacker... Blackest! You suddenly emerge... Sky Above Fort Weyr Contents: Toniath Obvious exits: Open Sky Southwest Center Northeast (*) From Below, Lienth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! (*) From Below, Lienth bugles his arrival, albeit a little sadly, circling lower. (*) Between Toniath's neckridges, T'shar sneezes again, and Toniath's bugle is muted and rather pissy. (*) From Below, Toniath spirals down lower into the bowl. You spiral down lower into the bowl. (*) From Below, Toniath spirals down towards the Center of the bowl, and backwings to a landing. You spiral down to the ground, and backwing to a landing. From Below, T'shar slides off Toniath with the ease of long practice, his boots lighting easily on the ground. Fiora undoes her straps quietly, without commentry, slipping to the ground with a sigh, and, guess what? A sneeze. You give Lienth one last loving pat and vault down his foreleg, landing on the ground with a light thud. T'shar coughs and leans against the bronze. "Wine..." he murmurs, followed by, "Woman." Fiora takes a deep breath, shivering even through her riding jacket, "Both." She says, after a pause, adding, "Man, that is." Even now, she's thinking slightly. T'shar's eyes clear a bit as he blinks several times. "I'm a man," he says, then glances towards the living cavern. Fiora blinks, as if looking at T'shar for the first time. "Yes," she says simply, adding, "I'm a woman." She looks around, shy, but definately certain. Fort Weyr> T'shar is so smooth! Fort Weyr> Fiora swooons! Just swept her off her feet, didn't you? T'shar takes a step towards the bluerider. "I know," he says, managing not to sneeze this time. He reaches out one tentative hand towards her, in case she decides to hit him or something. Fort Weyr> Alden what? What happened? Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Oh yes, I'm going to hit you now, Tish. ;)" Fiora takes a step closer herself, reaching out her own hand, taking a deep breath, grabbing your hand tightly, sniffling - which ruins the whole effect, "Shall we?" Fort Weyr> T'shar eeps. I'm fragile Fort Weyr> T'shar figures we deserve each other, sniffles and all ;) Fort Weyr> Fiora rolls. At least we won't be giving it to anyone else this way. ;) T'shar squinches up his nose so as not to sneeze all over you. "Mmm," he says, tugging you a little closer, then looks up. "Which weyr?" Fiora moves closer, with the tug and of her own accord, "Yours, mine. Doesn't matter." T'shar blinks as if this part requires serious thought. "Mine's a mess. Yours." Fiora shrugs, "Mine then." Thats one thing you'll know; hers'll be tidy. She turns her head, to regard the dragons, and then turns back, "Race you up there?" She pauses, "I've got wine." Fort Weyr> Saphire unidles. Hmm...is a weyrmating going to be coming anytime soon? ;) T'shar nods his head as Toniath rumbles again. Another race he'll lose, oh well. "Good." He tries a little smile. Fort Weyr> Ceria waves. Fort Weyr> Saphire smoochers on Ceria Fort Weyr> Alden waves back! Fiora just steps back, racing up to Lienth's side. So she'll win. Too bad. It'll make her feel better anyway. Lienth crooons. He likes this. Beating a bronze and all. You climb up Lienth's kindly offered foreleg to vault up between his beautiful azure neckridges, and perch there, giving him a loving pat as you do so. (*) From Below, T'shar climbs up a thoughtfully extended bronze forelimb to his spot between Toniath's neckridges. Fort Weyr> Ceria says, "So what's up?" Fiora doesn't bother with straps, Lienth carrying her aloft without a care for the short distance. Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Fi and Tish are finaly getting together? Sort of. ;)" You launch into the air. Fort Weyr> Ceria laughs. (*) From Below, Toniath wings up from the Center of the Bowl. Fort Weyr> T'shar says, "Achoo!" You follow the air currents towards the southwestern end of the bowl. Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "That, too. Snif." (*) Above the center of the bowl, Toniath follows the air currents southwest. (*) From Below, Lienth rumbles at Toniath. I win. You backwing to a landing on your ledge. (*) From Below, Toniath backwings to a landing on the ledge. You give Lienth one last loving pat and vault down his foreleg, landing on the ground with a light thud. T'shar slides off Toniath with the ease of long practice, his boots lighting easily on the ground. T'shar has arrived. Toniath rumbles grumpily and tries to get comfortable. Lienth moves over to the side, to make room for Toniath, bubbling at his rider, who isn't paying attention, heading towards the inner weyr without much look at anything. T'shar shoots his dragon a look that says, just because you don't get lucky doesn't mean I can't. Fiora and Lienth's Inner Weyr(#13297RL) Obvious exits: Ledge T'shar has arrived. --Fade to Black-- (Missed one pose somewhere - T'shar tosses and turns in bed) Fiora sleeps peacefuly on, curled up tightly, her naked bottom open to the air. T'shar flings one arm out and over the bluerider's back, letting out a little snore and snuggling closer to her. His lips smack softly in his sleep. Fiora murmurs something, head lolling up against T'shar's shoulder, arms stretched out on the pillow in front, almost touching the stone wall behind. T'shar lets out a particularly loud snore and startles himself awake. He blinks slowly, blearily at the feminine shape in his arms. Hmm. Fiora nuzzles against T'shar as he wakes, still mostly asleep. Her eyes open a little, and she blinks, still too fuzzy to place any of the events that led to this, or even the fact that she's not alone. T'shar blinks a few more times and opens his mouth to yawn widely, his arm still hooked comfortably around Fiora. He places an absent-minded kiss on the top of her blue head. Wait a minute. That hair. Head tilts to the side and he squints more carefully at her, then, as it all comes back to him, he sneezes. Fiora wrinkles her nose with that sneeze, although so far she hasn't started dripping again, looking across, "Ew," she murumurs, sleepily, "Don't do that Tish." Blink. Tish? "Tish? What are you doing here?" She's awake now, sitting up, pulling the covers across her. T'shar didn't exactly sneeze -on- her, but now they're both awake. He yawns again. "Sorry, darlin', didn't mean to." Wait, what is he doing here? He props himself up on one elbow and looks at her. "Well, right now, I'm just waking up. Earlier..." a quick glance down at his pantsless lower half. "Don't tell me you don't remember." Fiora shakes her head, holding those covers up high, "Oh!" She remembers, "Oh, yes." She pauses, looking around, slightly red faced, "Oh, yes." A goofy smile slowly spreads across T'shar's face. "Good." Wait, she's not supposed to turn all red like that. "You okay? I didn't hurt you or nothing, did I?" Fiora just shakes her head again, "Noo, you didn't." She takes a deep breath, the blush slowly disipating, "No, I'm fine." T'shar says "Good," again, kicking the tangled covers away and streeeetching all two meters of him out as far as he can. "So, you wanna go again?" Fiora ers, scrunching up with her side of the covers, keeping her eyes away from Tish, blush not quite gone yet, "Um." she doesn't know quite what to say, looking around the room, at the wineskin on the floor. Basically, anything -but- Tish, "Maybe..No." T'shar bounces a little on the bed, enticingly. "Aw, c'mon." Is she uncomfortable? Is he dense? Yes to both. "Is it cause I have morning breath?" he asks, holding a hand up in front of his face and breathing into it, then sniffing. Fiora can't help but giggle at that, for all her tightness, "No. I haven't even smelled your breath yet." She looks around again, huddling closer under the blankets. Fort Weyr> Brianna chuckles as she reads the log T'shar looks at you all scrunched up in the covers and frowns. "You sure you're okay? Are you cold? Maybe you have a fever or something." He turns his head and coughs a little. "I don't want you to get any more sick." Yes, he does care. Fort Weyr> Saphire grins, "that was almost as fun to RP as when Merryn and Phoebe started on about T'shar's 'knife' Fort LC> Ceria sits back and sips at her klah as her friend describes the runner. She nods. "I see," she says with a grin. "He sounds very pretty>" He cares? Even after the events of the last sevenday...She doubted that, "I'm fine, Tish. Sorry. I'd forgotten what it feels like to wake up with someone." She finally turns to look at him, "Sorry, I'm not really used to it." Fort Weyr> Brianna laughs T'shar sits back on his heels and hmms. "Oh." He's silent for a minute or two and then he shrugs. "Well, I like it. You don't roll around much, so that's good. I, uh," he blushes faintly. "I hope you liked it." He's probably not referring to the waking up part. Fiora unclutches the blankets, slightly, nodding slowly, "It was...Good, I think." She looks up at him, "I don't? Thats good." She pauses, adding, "I'm sorry for being...you know." T'shar shrugs again, reaching around for his clothes. "Yeah, well," he says, perhaps the tiniest bit disappointed she's not throwing herself at him again. "It was just a flight thing, I guess." His head disappears as he pulls his shirt over his head. "It's okay," comes muffled through the fabric. Fiora shakes her head, murmuring, "It wasn't that bad. A flight thing, but thats alright. You," she pauses, adding, "You're not so bad, Tish." She watches the dressing with a smile, adding, "Perhaps you'll come back some other time?" What? Is this -Fi- we're hearing? T'shar's head pops back through his shirt and he grins. "Neither are you," he tells her, hooking his pants with his toe and then poking one leg into them. "Sure I will. And maybe you can come visit me too. An' I won't even make you clean anything." Fiora chuckles, nodding slowly, "What a gentleman!" She laughs, adding, "Thanks for being there." T'shar belts his pants and grabs his boots, leaning forward to peck the swaddled bluerider. "Hey, what are bronzeriders for?" he says with unusual good humour, then climbs off the bed. "I'd better go 'fore I'm late for Toniath's bath." Fiora rolls her eyes, somewhat more relaxed now, "Alright. Can't be late for that, can you?" She grins, nodding at nothing at all, "I'll see you 'round, and all." T'shar grins and backs out towards the ledge. "You bet." T'shar has left. Lienth> T'shar has arrived. From afar, T'shar smooches. I have to go, but thanks! :) Lienth> Toniath rumbles impatiently at his rider, who hurries out onto the ledge with his boots in his arms, grinning like an idiot. "Oh, hush up, Lienth's nice enough and you know it." He grins at the blue and then hops up onto the bronze's back.