Log file from Fiora. 15/08/99 11:05:24 From Below, Lienth disappears into Between. Between Black... Blacker... Blackest! You suddenly emerge... Sky High in the Bowl, High Reaches Weyr (*) From Below, Lienth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! (*) From Below, On the Star Stones, Ulanoth warbles a greeting to Blue Lienth of Fort Weyr. (*) From Below, Lienth bugles a greeting back to Ulanoth, circling the skies for a moment before darting towards the ground. (*) You fly lower in the bowl, towards the west wall. (*) You fly down to land gently on the ground. Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#880RJs) Contents: Jeth(#4224JQaeps$) Al'ric Tezcath(#11475JQaeps) Ys'aan Eilonth Dzurath Anaryth Cator's Reflector altazimuth Farviewer (*) From Below, Jeth rumbles pleasantly to Lienth. (*) From Below, Lienth warbles cheerily towards Jeth, and all the other dragons (Sleeping or not) as he stretches himself out, and then pulls himself closer to the ground for his rider to dismount. She, however, first of all calls out a pleasent, "Fort's Duties to High Reaches, all. Its a lovely evening, isn't it?" Then, and only then, she makes ready to dismount. (*) From Below, Ys'aan protects his eyes as Castynth moves off to the other side of the bowl to nap where it is less crowded while her rider chats with Al'ric. Ys'aan looks over as several more dragons arrive and nods to Lienth's rider "Welcome to High Reaches. Not so lovely an evening with this breeze I'm afraid." Fiora snorts, although she shivers slightly, "Perhaps, perhaps. But its not all that bad, I suppose." You give Lienth one last loving pat and vault down his foreleg, landing on the ground with a light thud. Ys'aan sniffs moddily. "Means my weyr'll be colder than between tonight. To what does the reaches owe the honor of your visit?" Fiora stops to try and pull of a glove, and then thinks better of it, simply removing her helmet, and flicking her dark hair with a gentle tilt of her head, "Nothing can be as cold as between," she scoffs, good naturedly, adding, "Came to visit Kandri - Brown Chaedanth's rider. She around at all?" T'nel meanders out of the lower caverns. T'nel has arrived. T'nel walks out of the lower caverns, whistling softly to himself. Above the bowl, to the east, Quinaeth rises effortlessly into the sky from Quinaeth's ledge, low on the eastern bowl wall. Ys'aan pauses and considers "Nope, haven't seen her today, though since she lives here I suppose she's around somewhere." Above the bowl, to the east, Quinaeth glides to a swift landing on the ground. Al'ric finishes chatting with one of the other former weyrlings, then asks Ys'aan, "Uh...what were we saying?" Quinaeth lumbers over from the eastern side of the bowl. Quinaeth has arrived. Alane slides down to the ground from Quinaeth's back. Alane has arrived. Alane waves. Alane walks over to her friends. "Heya! What's up?" Ys'aan glances to Al'ric, sheesh! and snaps "Nothing, nevermind!" he looks around and crosses his arms over his chest looking uncomfortable "Hullo Alane." Fiora shrugs, with a wry grin, "Never mind. Should've asked Li to ask Chaedanth in advance, but it doesn't matter now. A bit late for that." T'nel and Alane get a warm smile, and she adds, quietly, "Sorry, I'm interupting something, aren't I?" Al'ric, cringing a bit, mumbles, "Uh...excuse me," and gives his friend a slender smile before escaping. Fleeing. Al'ric walks into the tunnel to the living cavern. Al'ric has left. Fort Weyr> Leah pounces on Davienne and schnoogles Fiora! T'nel frowns slightly as if remembering something..Tezcath rumbles unhappily and moves back towards the sky and the ledge beyond even as T'nel returns to the caverns T'nel meanders through the archway, into the lower caverns. T'nel has left. Fort Weyr> Fiora smoooches on a Davi, and eyes Leah. I'm getting schnoogled? ;) Alane is her same all smiley self, "Hello, Fiora, Reaches Duties. What's up, Ys'aan?" Fort Weyr> Leah says, "Sure! Okay, and now for Brianna.... let's see. Whuffle?" Fort Weyr> Davienne oohs and gets smoochies and pounced. What a lucky bluerider. Above the bowl, to the east, Rafeith rises effortlessly into the sky from Rafeith's ledge, low on the southern bowl wall. Above the bowl, to the east, Rafeith swoops down to a landing on the ground. Rafeith wanders over from the eastern side of the bowl. Rafeith has arrived. T'en slides down Rafeith's side, catching himself on his foreleg before dropping the last distance to the ground. T'en has arrived. T'en wanders into the tunnel to the living cavern. T'en has left. Alane peers at Ys'aan. "You doin' okay. You don't look so good." Fort Weyr> Brianna erms... makes me sound like a horse. Rafeith rumbles, and stretches his wings. Streeeeeetch. Dragon> Castynth bespoke Flight with << dozes casually for a few more minutes. You all can get started blooding in the feeding grounds though! I'm logging to, so if anyone has a problem with that please let me know now! >> Quinaeth croons sweetly to Castynth. Dragon> Chaedanth bespoke Flight with << I'm here! I'm not late!!! >> Fiora grins, offering, "Fort's Duties to Reaches," towards Alane, as she turns to remove the set of straps on her lifemate, who is looking around slightly amused at something. He wiggles, and Fiora complains quietly, and then more loudly, "Sharding dragon," comments she, as she wriggles the straps off, dropping them to the ground just before Lienth lets out a loud BUGLE, which sends Fiora spinning. Dragon> Lienth bespoke Flight with << Yay, Chaedanth's here! >> Fort Weyr> Leah tacklepounces Brianna and pins her to the ground? Quinaeth suddenly takes to air and drops into the feeding ground. Quinaeth has left. In the sky directly above, Quinaeth springs powerfully into the sky from the ground below. In the sky directly above, Quinaeth wings his way towards the east. Above the bowl, to the east, Quinaeth swoops down to a landing on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> You spring powerfully into the sky. Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "Oy. :)" Lienth> You wing your way towards the east. Lienth> You glide to a swift landing on in the feeding grounds. Alane blinks at her dragon with a really stupid look on her face. Lienth> The flock of wherries runs around the meadow, screeching. Rafeith has left. In the sky directly above, Rafeith springs powerfully into the sky from the ground below. Dragon> Miyath bespoke Flight with << Wooo go, Castynth. Give them a run for their money. >> Fort Weyr> Brianna gleeps! Hey... that's awfully familiar. Fort Weyr> Leah grins at Vyren, "A Jewish Herder!" Lienth> Two wherries fly over Lienth's head, chattering noisily. In the sky directly above, Rafeith flies towards the east. Dragon> Flight sense that Quinaeth is here. Never fear. The mighty Quin has arrived. Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "Oy vay, I'm getting voklempt!" Jeth has left. In the sky directly above, Jeth rises up into the sky from the ground below. Tezcath has left. In the sky directly above, Tezcath springs powerfully into the sky from the ground below. Above the bowl, to the east, Rafeith banks and lands neatly on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> Rafeith has arrived. D'va walks out of the living cavern. D'va has arrived. Fiora shakes her head. "No." Her eyes tilt about, and she shakes her head again, "Please say that I...Shardit! Find myself at Honshu yesterday, and Reaches today, and a flight at each." Above the bowl, to the east, Jeth flies down to land gently on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> A brave young wherry refuses to budge, hovering protectively over her nest to keep it from being trampled. Ys'aan blinks and steps back at teh sudden rush of leaving dragons. "Wha...where'r they going?" he looks definitely confused and suddenly anxious. Lienth> Two wherries fly over Jeth's head, chattering noisily. Fort Weyr> Leah laughs! Oy vey :) Yer giving me schpilkas in my ganektikazoids. Fort Weyr> Brianna peers at Vyren... voklempt? Nicht wahr? D'va blinks as he walks slowly out of the living cavern. "Now just where in Faranth's name are -you- going, Jeth?" he yells across the bowl at his dragon. Lienth> With eyes that whirl faster and faster, their violet coloring shining deeply in the moonlight that surrounds them, and the brilliant blues of his hide, Lienth surveys the herd below how, wingbeats holding him in place with calm strokes. Stretched out, those wings of deep cobalt, and brilliant ultramarine, keep others from him, letting him chose in peace, only having to mind the green form that tempts him even in his mind, when she is not yet here. His innermost eyelids close, removing those eyes from view, as he dives, divebombing a beast of fawn brown, with delicate creamy shading, landing flat on top of it. Whoops. The sound of crashing bones can be heard, deep *thwacks*, and then creaks, as the dead body gives way completely. If he could, Lienth would be laughing with glee. He removes himself, with the grace of a little boy, surveying his kill as if he wasn't at all concerned about the green he lusts after, in a comical childish look of joy. Slurp. It didn't last long, his azure-and-deep-purple maw being tinted with the rich scarlet of blood, his great tongue licking it as if it were ice-cream. The beast is dead, and Lienth ignores him, doing nothing more but to remove the still dripping carcass of to one side, letting the herds re-form themselves where the beast once lay. Now for that second kill...He raises himself into the air, and watches. Lienth> Quinaeth drops directly on a nice fat buck, snapping it in too and delving into the blood rich energy. Fort Weyr> Vyren says, "It's from Saturday Night Live, Bri ;)" Fort Weyr> Vyren hees at Leah. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth ews. Sorry for the spam, peoples! Dragon> Flight sense that Rafeith falls over. High in the bowl, Chaedanth rises up into the sky from Chaedanth's ledge, high on the Southern bowl wall. High in the bowl, Chaedanth wings down in the bowl, towards the western wall. T'en meanders out of the living cavern. T'en has arrived. Alane clears her throat. "Hmmmm. Ys'aan. How's uhm...Casty feelig?" Fort Weyr> Brianna chuckles. I never really got to see that show, even the reruns. I'm just having flashbacks to when I lived in Bavaria now. *wistful sigh* I need to go back some day. In the sky directly above, Chaedanth flies down to land gently on the ground. Chaedanth has arrived. Ys'aan swallows and turns running away (and accidentally into teh guest weyr) seeking shelter as he denys what must be starting. Ys'aan walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. Ys'aan has left. In the feeding grounds, Jeth snatches a herdbeast and immediately begins draining it of blood with practiced ease. Lienth> Jeth snatches a herdbeast and immediately begins draining it of blood with practiced ease. Chaedanth drops in the eastern bowl, growling impatiently as he deposits Kandri, then launches skywards once more. D'va stands rock solid and just stares out at the feeding grounds. Chaedanth has left. In the sky directly above, Chaedanth rises effortlessly into the sky from the ground below. In the sky directly above, Chaedanth wings his way towards the east. Above the bowl, to the east, Chaedanth flies down to land gently on in the feeding grounds. Lienth> Chaedanth has arrived. T'en comes right back out of the living cavern, eyebrows lifted. "Did anyone else just see..." he asks, as Ys'aan runs off. "For Faranth's sake.. I guess they did, hey?" Lienth> The wherries and herdbeasts scatter in panic as Chaedanth's shadow falls over them. Alane nods over at T'en. "I think our little sister is all grown up." Radar wanders out of the lower caverns. Radar has arrived. D'va eyes the two newly-graduated weyrlings. "No, that'll come in about a half an hour." Lienth> The immense shadow of another dragonf alls upon the bloody scene. The herd, already terrified, has yet to notice another predator stalks them. That is, until it is too late. Chaedanth's challenging roar warns the wherry a second too late of it's demise. As sharp talons and sharper teeth rend the flesh, the brown throws back his head and once more echos reverb from his bellow. He is here, he will challenge, he will fly. Radar shrugs on his jacket, but leaves it unfastened while he looks around Lienth> Rafeith lands on a young herdbeast buck, and crushes it beneath his weight, talons scoring rents in the beast's side. He stretches his neck to bugle challenge at the other males, then lowers his head to tear out the poor animal's throat. At the least there's silence as the bronze laps at geysering blood. Fiora rolls her eyes unhappily, "Shard this. Shard this, shard this, shard this." She -almost- smiles at the two younger riders, shaking her head, "Takes a little while, he's right." Meaning D'va. So far she's sort of calm, "Get used to it, if I were you." In the bowl, to the east, Kandri is cursing and kicking at the ground as she stalks towards the group of people. Kandri meanders over from the eastern side of the bowl. Kandri has arrived. Lienth> Jeth bugles a bit of defiance at the younger dragons surrounding him, then stabs a wherry that thought it was fleeing another dragon. Dragon> Flight sense that Castynth grins nervously. Sorry I was getting double spam there. You can join me in the guest weyr when you're ready. I want to say I don't have any preference for color, and this isn't pre-determined or anything. I'm not sure exactly how I choose a winner but I have this handy dice ready so... Lienth> Quinaeth finishes his first kill and throws the remains away with one bloody claw. Roaring himself, as Chaedanth enters the grounds he snatches up a wherry and breaks his neck, claiming his second victim. He is here and will court his little sister with the respect and admiration she deserves. Alane either ignores or simply doesn't hear D'va. She's watching the Might Quin as he makes his debut as a full male. D'va shows very little interest in his dragon and finally starts walking towards the weyr. "Well, this shouldn't take very long," he mutters. D'va walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. D'va has left. Fort Weyr> Brianna says, "Has anyone seen Sixth Sense?" Lienth> Crimson streaks flows and splatter across autumnal hide. Faceted eyes whirl quickly with lust, anger and hunger for blood and mating. Talons fledx and ready for the next kill and muscles bunch for a leap. Cheadanth, finished with his first blood, launches upon the back of his second. The herdbeast's bleating cries have no effect upon the hungry brown and it's life ends in pain and misery. Guts spread out before him and he plays with them a moment, talons scooping up one long entrail. Then his hearty snort is heard and his head is seen to burry into the soft stomach. Alane gulps and follows D'va. Fort Weyr> Leah says, "Not yet. Is it good?" Kandri walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. Kandri has left. Alane walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. Alane has left. Fiora notices Kandri out of the corner of her eye, and stomps the other way, towards the guest weyr it would seem. "A simple visit and look what happens!" Grr. You go up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. Lienth> Jeth drains the wherry and finishes, rising up and back on his haunches to watch the rest of the spectacle, tensing his energy and getting ready for the chase. Kandri stalks up the stairs, looking quite upset and like she was rudely awakened for this. Her hair is wild and undone, she wears just leggings, sandals and a tunic that isn't even tucked in. No belt, no knot, nothing but herself and the raging fires within. "How come no body told me there was a green glowing?" she snaps, glaring at Alane as if it were her fault. T'en walks up the stone steps from the the bowl floor. T'en has arrived. Alane walks in nervously, wiping sweaty palms on her riding leathers. She looks around a moment before deciding the wall is a good thing to support. Lienth> In the bowl, Castynth stirs and wakens from her slumber. Eyes and unusual crimson as urges which have been building ever so slowly as she matured come to a head and burst forth in the brassy challenging bugle which echos throughout the bowl walls. Fort Weyr> Brianna says, "I myself don't know, but my son said it's awesome." D'va leans up against a wall when he walks in. "It's not a thing you should have to be told," he says. Alane just nods at the older riders and as she looks about the room her eyes find Ys'aan...and stay there. As far as Fiora's concerned, its Kandri's fault, little does the brownrider know. "Oh yes," she comments, "And I simply come to visit and look what happens." She scrunches down, and curls up. Lienth> Lienth is filled with blood-lust, simply fueling his lust for the green that catches his glance. Once again, the royal blue shaded hide is tilted towards the herds, lowering himself so that his head is right close to the herds, closing his eyes. Moments later, when a beast comes too close, the eye opens, showing its vivid violet coloring, and whirlingness. The beast tries to run, but has no hope. Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his Blood! A little boy running wild, he does just that, the beast living one moment, lying in a pool of blood the next a talon at the throat. Murder in the beast pens, the death of a beast. And then there were none. No more competitors, no more beasts. Only a red stained head, and the beast in front of him. He leans down, his neck stretched, sinews bulging, inhaling that crimson lifefluid with a vivacity that makes it as if you can feel the mineral-edged liquid flaming down your throat, and not just his. But then, it probably is. With a single movement of his tail, the drained beast now sits over towards the other one, towards the fence, and Lienth goes back for more. Ys'aan is staring at the far wall of the guest weyr and looking like he'd just rather walk through it. He spins around as others enter and Castynth awakens, his lifemate so suddenly unfamiliar to him in the surprising surge of emotions and...as he regards the crowd, lust. Lienth> Chaedanth is having quite a fun, if bloody, time disembowling and draining his kills. His head is now coated with crimson, dribbling down his neck in shiney rivulets. If lustful purple and the usual glow did not make up his eyes, they would have long since melded into the bloddy scenario. Oh, but Chaedanth is not done yet. Claws sweeps out for a third time, catching an ovine from underneath and raising it in the air. A moment suspended there, then crashed upon the ground. Bones snap and pop in a morbid chorus of death. Then the feasting begins again. Lienth> In the bowl, Castynth flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. Lienth> Castynth has arrived. Lienth> The flock of wherries runs around the meadow, screeching. Lienth> Quinaeth flares his wings to land on a buck that thought it might escape the slaughter, but he was just too fat and juicy to resist. The Mighty Quinn, leaps, kills, and lowers his head to feed. Roaring his challange to the other males with a blood covered muzzle. He flings the bloody carcass towards a nearby browns head. Kandri turns on Fiora and snorts. "Your blue is just ardorus and you know it." she snaps, tilting her head up in a snotty fashion. It doesn't suit the brownrider at all, but she is grumpy, barely awake and having to deal with her brown's most urgent wants. Lienth> Rafeith launches himself upward again, leaving the drained carcass behind. This time, it's a larger 'beast that he singles out, and corners, tail lashing and sending half a flock of wherries shrieking in terror from the one hiding place they'd thought was safe. Bone cracks and sinew snaps audibly before this herdbeast dies, throat torn own with a ferocity that paints Rafeith's brassy hide a rather macabre hue. Alane clears her throat. "Ya gotta make sure she just blood, Ys'aan. Hold her, remember." Fiora pulls her knees up to her chest and complains, loudly, "You take that back, Kandri! Or you'll be sorry." Don't worry, she's always like this when Li chases, honest. Her eyes close, and she holds her head, shaking it, "Faranth I hate this." Fort Weyr> Davienne says, "anyone remember how to talk on 'flights'?" Fort Weyr> Fiora says, "Pro flight=" D'va folds his arms and looks out at the entrance to the weyr, but occasionally blinks back to look at Ys'aan and make sure he's alright. A bit of sweat begins to accumulate on the older man's brow. Lienth> Chaedanth In the middle of blooding a green vision flies overhead. all movement stops, at least for Chaedanth, and his eyes take on a more violet cast. As she lands he draws himself upwards, readying to display and wait. Castynth is given a good looking over, from the shape of her wings to the muscles of her hindquarters. As she makes her display, a display to him at least, so he makes his own. A thrust of front arms and he rises to his hind feet. Front arms claw the air and wings spread to full sails. Once again his robust bellow of challenge echoes across the grounds and into the bowl. In the Guest Weyr, his lifemates mimic's his cry. Lienth> High in the bowl, Jaecinth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! Lienth> Castynth roars as she enters the feeding grounds claiming them for her own. How dare these others be here! She hisses and snaps her wings closed to drop atop a bleating beast. The creature, near petrified in terror only lives a moment longer as the full weight of the green descends upon him. The snapping of the creatures neck is lost in the thud of the greens landing, clods of dirt tossed from the force. Her head lowers, tounge licking out as she checks her kill. Talons spill out the tempting insides but something restrains her and she fights buglign against the will which seems not her own. Lienth> Jaecinth has arrived. Lienth> The flock of wherries runs around the meadow, screeching. Alane blinks and looks away from Ys'aan to stare in puzzlement at Fiora. "Hate this?" She just shakes her head and returns her attention to Ys'aan. "Hold her, don't let her eat." Lienth> Quinaeth looks up as the glowing green enters the grounds. Crooning in loving admiration he bows his mighty neck and muzzle as if in honor of her beauty. Dragon> Jaecinth bespoke Flight with << sorry I'm late >> Davienne has arrived. Dragon> Lienth bespoke Flight with << Wooohoo! Its a Bluebrother! *smoooches a Jae* >> Kandri stiffens all over, then tosses her head upwards. Brown locks fly about her face and blue eyes look at Ys'aan diffrently. Then from her comes a most strange laugh, her voice a ringing sharpness to the quiet of the weyr. And all she does is that, for long moments, laugh and laugh well. Yet it is not at Ys'aan, that is for sure. Ys'aan holds himself tighter and braces his back against the wall. He growls at Alane and then his eyes unfocus. Lienth> They say that during times of tenseness, and anxiety, one needs more sustenance, but gets less. They say that often, but it isn't true. Not for Lienth, anyway. Two beasts down, drained of their vibrant crimson fluid, and he still thirsts for more, his body arching towards the beasts a short distance below him. But even now, he's picky. Too fat, too thin, too old, too young. Too small, too large. Too light, too dark. No, no and no. His tail hits at the ground with annoyance, accidentaly squashing the beast that for some reason got too close. *crack*. Oops. He spins around - easy for him with his smaller size - and eyes the beast which lies dying on the ground. Can't waste such a fine specimen, so the beast becomes The One, and Lienth puts it out of its misery with one deep sucking motion. Lienth> Jaecinth comes prancing in, head aloft and eyes alert. He looks around, takes a deep breath of the blood-stained air and lifts himself gently into the air. He takes two long strokes with his wings and lands on a herdbeast quickly, just as quick as he arrived...and only after killing it and drinking off of it does he glance around for the green dragon he heard about. Lienth> Castynth roars again flaring her wings out tail lashing furiously behind her. She is heedless of the wherrys which flee behind her as her head drops back lock, tounge licking at the neck before she almost gently clamps her jaws around it and drinks deeply the crimson heartfire. Davienne wanders in a little glassy-eyed and glances around briefly before taking out a large drinking hide, pulling the top off and downing a sizeable portion. She mutters glumly, "And here I thought he wanted to just try out the hot springs." Fiora's ignoring everyone now, so she doesn't notice her fellow Fortian Bluerider's entrance, nor Alane's comment. She just sits, slumpping, her eyes following each other up and down Ys'aan's body, and face, almost whirling the same way her lifemate's do. But obviously, not quite. Lienth> Quinaethknocks down a passing wherry with one talon, throwing in to the other that pierces with each shapened claw. As the beast writhes in angony, the blue ends it's life with a clean bite to the throat and sucks the beast dry. Tossing it aside he tenses and waits. Lienth> Rafeith swings his head toward Castynth, eyes a-whirl. Again he bugles, calling attention to himself. Of course she's seen him. How could she miss him? He spreads his wings again, a display of topaz-veined majesty for Castynth's sake, before he catches a wherry, a smallish hen, and removes her head entirely, gore dripping from his muzzle as he drinks from the fading fount. Lienth> A perfect pound of flesh, with not a drop of blood, that was the plight of Shylock. But for Lienth, it is simply a pound of blood, or perhaps a pint, a gallon, a quart. Such measurements matter little - it is only the blood that he is after, that he needs so much. It rushes down his maw, down his throat, the mineral-y red fluid slipping down firmly as he lowers his head into yet another beast. The easy-to-get-to blood runs out quickly, and talons tear the poor beast apart in search of more. More, more and more. Always more. But not even Lienth can feed forever, and so he waits, muscles taught, haunches back and ready to push off so that he might not be late for this ever so important date. Lienth> Chaedanth comes down to all fours again, hungry eyes upon the most appetizing thing there; Castynth. His blooding is done, the sanguine of three beasts fills his belly. Throughout his frame he can feel the burning energy that comes with it. Yet the full onslaught, the full rush is held in check. A deep reserve from which to draw, for it is certain Castynth will be a tricky maiden to take. So soft, so pliant, so supple of grace and spirit. The brown cannot help but croon to her lovelyness as he crouches low, ready to spring skywards. "Now," T'en mutters to himself as he stakes out pacing space, one hand shoved into his hair and fingers knotted. "Now, now, /think/, Rafe. Shardit!" Dragon> Flight sense that Jaecinth whuffles his clutchmate. Dragon> Flight sense that Trisseth whuffles Jaecint and Lienth as well. :) Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth whuffles Jaecinth and Trisseth and...you get the point ;) Lienth> Quinaeth roars his own challange to the other males. Cloud like wings open and snap close, allowing Castynth a chance to view his own handsome young wings and body. Kandri's laugh has dwinddled and now she stands, tall and straight, looking upon Ys'aan. Arms cross her bosom and though for all the world she looks snotty and egotistical, her blue eyes tell a diffrent story. Those azure orbs look fondly upon the greenrider, lustful too, and her lips twitch in a slight smile. Dragon> Flight sense that Quinaeth just tries to get his head above the spam. Ys'aan groans and breaths a bit harder as his world focuses into one urge, one desire and he doesn't think of the outcome as his mind races the barest of lessons held within coming as he licks his lips, his world Castynth's world. D'va has disconnected. Alane appears as she always has, a friend, a companion. She offers Ys'aan a shy smile. "It's okay. We're riders now." Lienth> Castynth finishes the first, what this is not an eternal wellspring, btu more. That she must have and she knows it now, for only one will nto sustain her for what is to come and a second falls and then a third before her. Each time the same until her muzzel is covered in blood and her hide, her hide aglow in a soft blaze of peridot green which shimmers and sparkles invitingly to the males around, which she herself wholly ignores as she feasts. Lienth> Jaecinth finishes another wherry quickly and cleanly, his eyes whirling as they search around for Castynth. His muzzle is speckled with blood drops and he desperately tries to clean it off with a talon as he wants to be the prettiest blue here. He barely recognizes Lienth in the group of dragons ready to take flight at any moment and his gaze wanders again. He flexes all his muscles to make sure they are warmed up and ready. Fort Weyr> Leah hugs the lot o' ya and heads out! Hope to be back tomorrow night if not Monday :) Dragon> Jaecinth bespoke Flight with << apologizes beforehand for her lagginess...have a newborn who is very hungry so it's hard to type! >> Ys'aan focuses on the room for a moment and hears Alane and gapes at her. Doesn't he know it now! As much as he might respond the influence of his lifemate comes first and he turns his head away, snorting and ignoring everyone. Lienth> Castynth rises effortlessly into the sky. Lienth> Castynth has left. Lienth> You leap into the sky. Lienth> In the feeding grounds below, Rafeith leaps into the sky. Lienth> Rafeith has arrived. Lienth> In the feeding grounds below, Quinaeth leaps into the sky. Lienth> Quinaeth has arrived. Lienth> In the feeding grounds below, Chaedanth leaps into the sky. Lienth> Chaedanth has arrived. Lienth> Lienth is a star of blue - hotter than any golden or bronzed star, hotter than any but white - streaking through the skies, wings held close so that he can shoot through those skies, just like that star. Spiraling, dipping, swirling, it matters not. The only thing that matters is that glowing orb of green, the one that he powers after, that he lusts after, the one that fills his eyes, his mind, his heart. Sinews bulge as this star streaks forth, wings moving up and down, reaching up, pulling in to glide fast - not quite as fast as light, but close enough - towards his goal. He emits a low croon, stretching it across the skies towards the one that holds his attention, only by force of nature not being able to make it only for her ears. His tail swings, glowing with azure fire, like a comet tail that atttracts heat as it reaches too close to a star. She is the star, glowing brightly, and his tail knows it, glowing brighter as it gets closer, as if some of her glow is transfering it to him, the one who must carry her through the skies. Lienth> In the feeding grounds below, Jaecinth rises up into the sky. Lienth> Jaecinth has arrived. Lienth> Up? Rafeith is all too willing to go up, to chase after the bright green streak his clutchsib has become. He is off the ground only an instant after her, broad wings spread wide to catch and guide the wind, to part it for him. The frenzy below is forgotten as he arrows after first and best of dragons, Castynth. Lienth> Chaedanth @emit As the green rises, so too does the brown. Sails flair open and fill with air, while hingquarters launch him towards the sky. A thermal is the first thing he meets, it's warm air helping him in a quick accension. Alititude is soon out of the way and distance is focused upon. With his tail as a ruder, his heart as a guide and wings to keep him going Chaedanth flies quickly. Winds from behind give him added speed and the steady tempo of his wings only add to this. Yet he is far ehind and the blues have an easier time gaining on the green. That is fine and good, he will wait and show them all! If the flight lasts too long, T'en will surely wear a groove in the stone of the guest weyr. The other riders, though, might as well not exist, for his sole focus is on a spot somewhere in the middle of Ys'aan's back. "Stay with her," he grates, voice gone hoarse, though it's not clear whether he speaks to his dragon, or to Ys'aan himself. Lienth> Jaecinth streaks high in the air and quickly, using his strength and passion to guide him. He turns his body this way and that, using the air currents underneath his blue-patterned body to lift him where he needs to be, angling after the gem-green prize ahead. He checks out the contenders to his left, right and below and sizes them up for the moment. After an intense bugle he pumps a little harder and passes a brown. Success! This flight he might succeed, if only he could catch her attention. Kandri's hands open and close, yet she stays close to the center of the room. Tall, stiff and watching with that candid gaze. Sweat begins to bead her brown and a trickle runs down her cheek, ignored for the most part. Lienth> Castynth launches into the sky. As though reaching for the stars she bursts strait up in a flurry of swift wingbeats. She far outshine the pale twinkling of those distant lights above as she reaches ever upwards, passing the rim of the bowl with ease like an arrow shot strait up, piercing the hearts of all those who follow she rises and bugles in her glory, and her freedom. Lienth> Truly, Madly, Deeply, Lienth lusts towards that glowing green ahead of him. He'll be her dream, he'll be her wish, he'll be her fantasy. He'll be her hope, he'll be her love, he'll be everything that she needs. Because he's spread his wings, and is doing a thousand things, he's never done before. Because he's going to burn for Her, burn for that glowing green baby, like a candle in the night, oh burn, burn for you, burn for you. Each wingbeat, each swish of his tail, each stretch, each glide, everything he does, he does it for her. As she banks, so banks he, and as she reaches higher for that sky above, so too does he, steady wingbeats carrying him higher and higher above the Weyr, and closer and closer to the one he needs. Dragon> Rafeith bespoke Flight with << You have any posing rules, Castynth? >> Davienne spies Fiora over in the guest weyr and cautiously walks her way over, eyes gleaming. Alane lifts her head and looks up as if she can see what Quin sees. Well, she can through Quinaeth's eyes and she glories in the flight of her lifemate. Her sparkling green eyes come back down to focus on Ys'aan with joy and yes, desire. "Yes, stay with her. Faranth! She is beautiful up there." Fiora pulls her legs up tighter, her face a mask of blankness - a true mime - as she watches Ys'aan, without an emotion in sight. Her eyes flick upwards, however, when she notices Davienne, and she nods to the other bluerider, barely getting out the greeting, "Hi, Davi." Dragon> Flight sense that Castynth note: spam doesn't necessarily equal winning. Otherwise you might wish to respond to my poses but there's no real limit, only how fast you and I can type. ;):) Lienth> Quinaeth leaps with powerful muscles and attacks the air with powerful white/blue wings. Sailing high up into the night sky of the weyr watching the green emerald in the sky that is Castynth. Lienth> Rafeith bugles in echo of Castynth's cry, though he cannot rise as swiftly as she. He is worth the wait though, emerald gem. Strong downbeats carry him after the leader of the chase, speed made up for with desperate determination. Lienth> Chaedanth twists around bodies of other suitors, his speed picking up pace as his urge grows greater. The brown is in no mood for tricks or stunts on his part, his path is straight and his mind clear. Castynth, Castynth is all he sees and all he knows. The glowing tail so far away nags and tugs at his heart, he is a fish on a line and she reels him in. Even if she does not tease and taunt, his heart does the job for him. No, he simply must have her, he simply must! Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth sorries for her spam. I can't help it :( Lienth> Castynth rises enough, the chill of the air not cooling the fires within and...oh! She catches a glimpse of persuers? A sniff of amusement the green almost cackles as she turns sharply and speeds for the second of the spires. So, they think they can catch her, well shall we see if they can even follow? Lienth> Castynth senses that Lienth's vivid bounces of playful color invade a corner of your mind for a moment, touching gently - or with as much gentleness as he can manage - before fading out again, leaving only a slight thought of <> Dragon> Flight sense that Castynth snugs. Not in a bad way, just don't want anyone to feel obligated to type that much or anything. I rarely can! If you can, all the power to yah. :) Lienth> Quinaethzips through two larger dragons and arrows closer towards the glowing star in the night sky, tilting his wings to make room for himself the determined blue goes after his clutchmate even as she heads for the spires. The spires. So? Since when have they detered this agile little blue. Anything she can do, he can do just as well, not that he would /tell/ her that. Lienth> To fly is to be free, and Lienth knows that as well as any green in her proddy phase. To feel the rush of air against ones wings, a freedom from straps, from weight, a total freedom to fly as fast and haphazardly as one pleases. An emancipation from all that is normal. And how Lienth understands! But no one can remain unleished, unharnessed, unrestrained forever, and Lienth is wise, and he knows that too. So he follows, his wingbeats slightly choppy as he works for the speed to reach Castynth, eventually, to bring her back to Pern with style, to save her from the fear of too much freedom. For all good things must come to an end sometime, and so he raceson, unhindered, uncaught, free. Perhaps, too, he will need bringing back to Pern from these loftly heights of emancipation. Lienth> Jaecinth turns slightly to avoid a another chaser and picks up his pace. He feels so slow compared to the flighty green flash ahead of him. More stamina! More energy is called for. He tingles from muzzle to talon with excitement, he hasn't been in a flight in so long, it feels good to rush along for the prize they all strive for. She is so beautiful ahead of him, he pumps stronger again, gaining some more speed in sacrifice for agility. Lienth> Chaedanth turns sharply, almost ramming into a high-flying blue on that side. Yet a twist on his part and a slight dive and the brown avoids that fateful scene. Sails once again fill with air and he rises back to his former position. The green, however, is not lost track of nor is his path. Around the spire he flies, following as faithfully as he can. The hook in his heart a painful reminder that Castynth is yet far away and others are closer. Rage begins to boil int he pit of his stomach and a sudden burst of speed ensues. The tempo of his heart and wings quicken and he finds himself among the blues in a few moments. They are only give a derissive glance, his eyes are all for the glowing female ahead. Lienth> Quinaethdodges Chaedanth with a derisive snort and soars as his wingsails fill with the air that drives him ever closer to his desire, Castynth. Lienth> Castynth :turns herself on end as she slips around the spire. She follows its rough curve around, barrel roling as she does so, tempting fate with collision but she is agile and slips around making it look all to easy and sending tiny chunks of snow still clining to the spires top tumbling down from the passage of her wake. Fully around she finds herself chasing the tail end of the chasers which seems to amuse her as she catches a thermal up near the bowl wall leaving a bronze and brown backside to finish looping around, unknowing of her trick, as she slips farther and farther up and away. Alanejerks to one side imitating Quinaeth's moves high above. Eyes wide with alarm she turns to glance at the brown rider for a moment before her eyes return to watching Ys'aan and the progress of her beloved beautiful blue. Lienth> Lienth lets out a roar of annoyance - finding himself instead at the front of the pack, right at the back - as he tries to make a swift bank and turn away from his original direction, and onwards towards Castynth, whose torment of him seems just to fuel his want even more. She may be one step ahead of the breadline, but its only one step, and thats no joke, because Lienth is following, and he is pushing himself, wingsails steady as the beating drum, and making the same noise. So far away! Ys'aan pales and sways almost dizzily as his dragon is suddenly a whole lot more active without him riding to keep her movements, well sane. The smile that breaks his face is one of amused pleasure and he stands straiter as she rises again, both suddenly excited and calculating. Lienth> Tight turns and the quick loops of greens are not the bronze dragon's domain. Rafeith, rather than attempting to follow the course the green chooses, overshoots the spires, then turns back in a wide 'U' to see which course she will take now. Aha! Back on herself and behind the rest? Rafeith tucks his wings against his sides to drop in behind her, then unfurling his wings to continue the chase. Lienth> Quinaethwatches the lovely lady and folds his wing, ducks his head and flips around like an Olympic swimmer. Barrel rolling right side up, wings snap open and once again fill with air as he continues to follow the emerald that is Castynth. Dragon> Flight sense that Jaecinth is going to have to bow out of this one, sorry guys...baby is really unhappy for some reason and I'm worried...have fun! I'll try next time, good luck Lienth! :) Fiora's breathing is heavy and laboured, and she licks her dry lips with a tongue that seems equally dry, like sandpaper against sandpaper, that causes friction. Lienth> Jaecinth goes home. Lienth> Jaecinth has left. Davienne goes home. Davienne has left. Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth awws, and huggsa Jaecinth! Lienth> Chaedanth was in the lead but once again finds himself near the back. The blues, of which there are many, seem to have managed to follow the green around the spire. The vision of lovelyness is lost to him, till his mind casts out to find her again. The old tricks pay off and instead of continuing his coarse her makes a quite change of direction. Heading back around, through those laggers behind, to meet the green on the other side. Suprise! The brown is arrowing towards the green now, he notes her as she comes aorund the curve. The perfect postion, likely, if he wanted to catch the green. But he does not, he merely comes forward and bugles towards her. Reminicent of children suprsing eachother in the lower caverns. Here he is, there she is, both coming to meet each other. Does she see? Oh he is sure she does. Alane smirks at Ys'aan. "Barrel rolls? Ya know Quin's a master of them." Kandri rubs her hands down her leggings, eyes distant and a smirk on her lips. More sweat trickles down her brow, falling from her chin or being licked away when beaded upon her lip. What she sees now is not the guest weyr, but dragons flying and a green coming right towards her/him. Lienth> Castynth sniffs as it seems some are closer than she expected but undaunted she flirts swaying her backside, tail swishing teasingly she is not quite ready to be caught, a bit of the blood still courses through her but there is a moment of indescision as to what to do next as she reaches teh end of the thermal once again above the bowl. She completes a full circle, letting the males get a little closer as she tempts them and then heads out following the ridge of the bowl, dipping and swaying in the turbulence of the air. A maneuverable dance which she seems to enjoy. Lienth> With hurried wingbeats, Lienth pushes himself through the skies at an almost alarming pace, neck arched towards Castynth, eyelids closed with the force of the air that rushes towards her, wingsails fluttering with impatient tension. As she turns again, completeing that circle, he lets his annoyance be known again, banking with the most speed he can find, the most pressure, trying to match her move for move. She may be smaller than he, but not by much, and he does this, almost as easily as a green, but he has lost precious time, and he must make it up. Each wingbeat is an individual action, precise, defined, and perfect in every way. Deep cobalt, lightening to a perfect ultramarine down towards the tips of those wingsails, shines on the ground below, under the light of that moon above, shimmering, shining, a kalaedoscope of brilliant shades that twist and turn in the light, changing as if he is of a brilliant pool of ever- changing blues. His talons with their coppery hue shine brilliantly in the light. Ys'aan sneers at Alane. "He's not the only master, she always did pay close attention." the strong pride of his lifemate is evident in his tone and he steps a bit closer to those in the quarters. Lienth> Quinaeth finds himself rocketing towards Chaedanth from behind! Quickly he drops his wings to fill them with air and overfly the large brown to find himself above and just a dragonlength behind his goal. As Castynth dances across the ridge of the bowl, he waits, racing above her. That swishing tail is just too much to resist. Lienth> Chaedanth must take a sharp right as the green veers off to play in the twisting updrafts and currents. yet he is much closer and much happier now. Intent on staying in this position his own wings keep a quick tempo and seek any currents and thermals he can. So it is he stays a few lengths back from the green, so it is he is now a true contender. Though even if he tried, he knew he would not be able to catch her yet. It is her decision when the time is right, that he knows, so he focuses on flying and following the weaving course Castynth makes in the sky. Alane smiles. "I would never argue that point with you, Ys'aan." Dragon> Flight sense that Castynth hmms. I'm gonna do two more poses. One normal, you respond normal, and then the next will be set up and y'all can try and catch her. This /next/ one's a normal response. Hope I'm not going to long for ya all. I'll tell you again when you can do you attempting poses. :) Kandri retracts a bit into herself again, blue eyes dancing to Alane and then Ys'aan as she catches their conversation's end. "Pay attention!" she snaps, mainly at Alane. then smile beautifuly at Ys'aan. "Your doing most wonderfully, not that I would expect any less." Just like the brownrider to brown nose. Lienth> High Reaches is Rafeith's home, too, and for a bronze, he has learned well the art of maneuvering. He can ride the turbulence above the spires, but he cannot dive between them Fiora doesn't say a thing. She just sits there, unmoving, unfeeling, untouching. Her face is again a mask, her eyes fastened on Ys'aan, her mind on Lienth. And Castynth. Lienth> High Reaches is Rafeith's home, too, and for a bronze, he has learned well the art of maneuvering. He can ride the turbulence above the spires, but he cannot dive between them, the spaces are too tight. So, above them he goes again, tracking the green below, and when she emerges from them, he will drop down to fly with the rest of the chasing males. He, though, will make sure that she knows he's rejoined the chase with a short, proud blare of sound. Dragon> Rafeith bespoke Flight with << Double pose. Sorry. Stupid keyboard. >> Alane is paying attention and simply ignores Kandri as she continues to stand near Ys'aan. Her eyes never leave him as her lifemate's attention never leaves his. Lienth> Castynth glances back rather noting those who follow and then those who /follow/. Not as flirty, suddenly she seems almost pressured as a hint of fatigue enters into her wobbling maneuvers and she slips out of the tiring currents careening down, following the bowl wall as she picks up speed. T'en drops into a crouch over his knees, fingers steepled before his lips as he watches Ys'aan closely. Lienth> Down goes the green, up??? goes the brown. Into a thermal Chaedanth flies, the air filling his sails and rocketing him upwards. For a moment, at the right angle, he silhouetes agains the moon. Then his own wings pin to his sides and he drops. Faster, faster, and yet faster still. His greater bulk draws him quicker downwards and his drop from a higher altitude gives him a measure of safety. Though he has lost some distance, he is hot on her tail so to speak. He notes her growing fatigue and readies himself for instant action. Should she peel off, he is ready to. For lustful eyes remain locked upon her flanks and tail, the areas that will tell him her next move, just before she does them. Lienth> Rafeith tucks his wings close to his body and dives again, with the practiced grace that he and his rider demonstrated not so long ago, at graduation. Graduation, though, might as well have been a world and a lifetime away. Riders and knots and ceremonies matter nothing at all. Castynth is the gem he must possess, and Castynth he pursues. Lienth> Now is the spring of Lienth's discontent, and need made glorious by this sun of 'Reaches. How clear it is in the laboured wingbeats that push him on, with his head and neck streamlined forward, that he wishes to change this sterm and tense alarum to merry meetings, this dreadful march to a delightful measure. Oh, croooooooon! Warble, bugle, he is here and he will not let her out of his sight! Oh beautiful Castynth, greatest of greens. The sound echoes through the skies, meant for Her, but somehow still making the rounds. As he powers on, and his tail swings, a bronze competitor is pushed out - tail in the eyes. Shame. But Lienth seems to notice it not, for he can see how far that green candle throws her beams, a shining light in a naughty world. He pushes himself across, reaching for her, yet still not quite close enough. As She tires, he pushes on, more laboured now, reaching closer to the wall in an attempt to keep on at her. Down, down, towards her. [I like Shakespeare - can you tell?] Alane drops his wings, allowing himself to fall, closing the gap in altitude between himself and the object of his affection and desire. He croons softly to the green as the space between them grows less and less. Alane sorries and tries again. Lienth> Quinaethdrops his wings, allowing himself to fall, closing the gap in altitude between himself and the object of his affection and desire. He croons softly to the green as the space between them grows less and less. Kandri takes in a long, drawn, breath. Her eyes are suddenly huge, her figure leaning towards Ys'aan. There is a tenseness, like the predator readying to pounce. Alane takes a step towards Ys'aan, one hand begins to reach out as if to comfort a friend. Realization of where she is and what she is doing makes her jerk the hand back and fold onto her chest as if making a promise. Fiora stands, shakily, looking directly at Ys'aan with slightly parted lips, taking him in with a shaky glance. Its as if she were alone with him, for she notices not the movements of others, and simply sees him. And her. Lienth> Castynth arcs her body around in a sharp U, loosing much of her speed she physically pushes off the bowl wall with her hindquarters as she doubles back upon herself gaining the height she will need, if not known to her but instinctually, for a glorious mating. She seems ready now as she dodges through, past brown and blue before they can react, brushing them with wing and tail she shoots high and stalls between those still diving and those now turning, which will reach first, which will catch the star before she would fall... Dragon> Flight sense that Castynth grins. OK, this is gonna be really hard you are all so great!!! But try and catch now...:) Lienth> Quinaeth is close, so very close. Turning as she turns, wings tilt up to gain the more height Just above the little green beauty. He drops talons and tail, slightly folding his wings, instinctively readying himself to catch and hold and love this precious gift wrapped in green hide. Lienth> Lienth dives, his wingbeats carrying him faster and faster, a sense of urgency attatched. He lets out a scream, calling to her, trying to reach her first. The wind seems to buffer him, and he slows slightly, trying to get out of it and wallowing like a hippo in a mud puddle. Stuck. But somehow, he manages to get down to her, close enough to reach out and grab her, under her, but not quite there yet. His hide shines, and he waits, wings outstretched and waiting, hoping, needing. All at once. Dragon> Flight sense that Castynth ohs! Please page me to whether you would be /interested/ in winning or not! Dragon> Flight sense that Quinaeth meant to gain more height to find himself just above the green beauty, but I got distracted from RL. Lienth> Chaedanth is brushed by a heavenly creature. That touch sends lightening through his body and causes a quick reaction. The moentum of his dive is now his greatest tool. For it allows him to do a complete loop with no loss to himself. Through it all he looses only an ounce of spped and the loop, luckily, was performed within a thermal. So that rising winds simply pushes him that length he needs to the green. From underneath he rises, but tisting upwards slightly so that his belly is to her back. In her blind spot, hopefully, he makes to grab her up in a powerful embrace of neck and tail. To sweep her off for his own and yet, he has one last trick to do. As suddenly as his wings were outstretched for a glide, then now dart downards to foil the green's own beating ones. To make her fall to him, make her his all the more. Lienth> Up is good, Castynth. Come up to meet Rafeith. Come up and meet his wings, his arms. the bronze, who has been above the crowd for so much of the flight, climbs with the green again, and spends that strength that he did not spend in tight turns to beat his wings all the harder, to make up distance as he crooons toward the little sparkling gem, and to reach for her with both neck and tail. If only she would be his... Ys'aan ohs and gasps, rather all to aware of the bodies so close, adn then Castynth, ooh naughty girl Fiora's footsteps echo on the floor as she moves slightly closer, compounding the mass of people that already surround the greenrider. Teeth are barred, and she waits, ready to grab him, and hold him. Kandri steps foward now, hand reaching out towards Ys'aan. Her movements match the quickness of her lifemate in the skies. So when the catcher is found, if it is Chae, her hands will be encircling Ys'aan. Yet, there is that tenseness to her form, that extra bit that restrains should she be turned down. At least she has her weyrmates at home tonight? Alane smiles and reaches out a hand, an offering. Waiting for the choice to be made. Her trembling fingers reach out with invitation. T'en straightens up again, fingers unlacing and hands curling into fists at his sides. He too steps foward. "Ys'aan.." He doesn't offer a hand. He will bide his time. Lienth> Castynth croons a sweet invitation, eyes glazed towards those struggling to reach from below, and feeling those dropping on her from above. It is those not seen which surprise her, which give her cause to warble in surprise as her wings tangle with those of one with one more trick up his sleeve than hers and she finds herself neck to neck and tail to tail with Chaedanth, unable to escape, and then unwilling to as she is caught. Lienth> Lienth lets out a bugle of annoyance, of pain, and then backs away, letting out a warble of farewell to Castynth, and a rumble of congratulations to Chaedanth. He turns, tail wagging as per usual, gliding down towards the ground below. Lienth> You wing down and land lightly on the ground. Alane drops her hand and steps away, head down she turns to leave the weyr. T'en's jaw sets, and he nods once, then turns, and leaves the weyr himself. Fiora shakes her head, letting out a long sigh, and leaving the room. You go down the stone steps into the floor of the bowl. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Quinaeth bugles in frustration and anger, veering up and away from the paired couple and heads towards the lake. Lienth> In the sky directly above, Quinaeth closes his wings and dives into the lake with a splash! Alane comes down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. Alane has arrived. Lienth waddles over from the eastern side of the bowl. Lienth has arrived. Above the bowl, to the east, Rafeith rumbles, tail lashing angrily as he continues to climb, away from the pair. From afar, to Alane, Fiora, and T'en, Ys'aan whews and tossed the dice. You are all so good I couldn't pick. Thank you for coming and making this such an eventful first flight!!!! Alane walks down the steps of the guest weyr with her head low. Long distance to Alane, T'en, and Ys'aan: Fiora grins. Thank you for having it! Above the bowl, to the east, Rafeith rises up in the bowl sky. Jacera waits near the entrance to the guest weyr until she spies Alane. She smiles at the young Rider. "Hi, Laney..."" Above the bowl, to the east, Chaedanth croons sweet lovings to his green, neck and tail enrapturing her own. Strength still with him, hsi wings cast out to take them on their nightly mating. The moons cannot outshine the glow that he feels within, and he hopes Castynth does as well. Alane pages to Fiora, Kandri, T'en, and Ys'aan: Thank you...it was fun. T'en walks down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. T'en has arrived. Dragon> Chaedanth bespoke Flight with << This was fun! YOu guys were amazing! =o) I like it when there are lots of cpmpetitors. >> Dragon> Flight sense that Lienth nodnods. Congrats Chaedanth! Dragon> Quinaeth bespoke Flight with << Yes, congrats. good flight. :) >> Dragon> Flight sense that Rafeith claps his wings in congratulations! T'en stalks through the bowl and directly into the living cavern. T'en strides into the tunnel to the living cavern. T'en has left. Fiora walks out, numbly towards her lifemate, pulling back on his straps as he warbles softly. She leans her head against him, and sighs, before finishing the task and getting ready to move off. 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.