Cavern Chaos and Avalanche Antics!

 

Living Caverns

 

The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.

 

Hyzen meekly steps in from the Central Bowl.

 

Linora walks softly in from the Central Bowl.

 

Kezzra walks with a light step, in from the Central Bowl.

 

Mayala walks in from the Central Bowl.

 

 

Linora heads right for the hearth, shivering in spite of her jacket. At least she had a chance to dress more warmly this time - but warm for Ista's chilly winter nights is still rather light for winter at 'Reaches.

 

Mayala follows Linora. Even a late night swim never got as cold as this. She's glad she slipped that jacket on at the last minute.

 

Sasha slowly wanders into the cavern, looking furtively about in case anyone who saw the spectacle that happened the day before, should be about...Skulking in she slinks hoping to be unnoticed to the the hearth for her klah fix....

 

 

 

Kezzra lived at Reaches for awhile, just being inside is enough for now. "I don't think I quiet caught your name before." she says, as if asking for a name to be supplied, to the greenrider she just arrived with.

 

Hyzen saunters in, followed by a crowd of three.  Mwahahha.  Look what she and Imbri caught!  Spotting Sasha, the girl moves towards her, light flaring in her golden-amber optics.  "'lo Sash, look what we brought in!"  A hand is waved towards the others-- and now that Imbri is back among the boys, Hy's in a worse state.  Maybe they should keep her penned in the Weyr during her proddiness?  If she goes out hunting like she just did.  T'was her luck to snag two more'n she thought.  Hehe.  "Welcome to the 'Reaches!" is exclaimed to her passengers, laughter coming and overflowing as she eyes each one.  Eeep.  Join in the fun, Sasha?  "Hyzen..." is given in reply to Kezzra's words.

 

From Mayala's shoulder, Zhaan huddles close to her, nuzzling her to warm her and himself up. Mayala is glad she brought her little blue wonder along.

 

Sasha looks unimpressed. She was kinda hoping to be ignored...but since Hyzen has acknowledged her presence sh must make the effort....." Hey Hyzie...more women? Could you not have found some nice blokes to bring for a cup of klah?" Sash is not herself, forgive her...the hormones rage too deeply...

 

Linora turns quickly at Kezzra's question, abruptly realizing she'd forgotten to introduce... shells, hadn't Kezz /lived/ at Reaches for a while? She'd assumed the journeywoman knew most, if not all, of the riders there. "Sorry, Kezz," she says with a grin. "An' that was Imbriath that brought us." She turns a smile to Sasha which kind of fades a bit at the other's words... Blink. What is she missing, here? If there are any other introductions to be made, someone else will have to take care of it; Lin's completely distracted now.

 

Hyzen sticks her tongue out at Sasha for her words.  The other has to learn to live!  Hehe.  "If I could have, I would have.  But..."  And she casts a coy look towards the three and slowly slinks towards Linora.  Haha... can't see her!  Yes, stay by the fire... no!  Shards and shells.  But Hy was sneaky... and she circles the tables and ends up right at Linora's back.  Winking towards Sasha, she slowly slides her arms around the other's waist and rests her chin on Lin's shoulder. "Thank you for the introduction, Linora..."  Softly said as she nuzzles the ear on this side.  Oooh yes...

 

Kezzra did live at Reaches for awhile. And the last time she was here she ways hiding in Purr's Weyr. Just cause she lived her doesn't mean she knows everyone.

 

Mayala blinks and hopes that action was because of the green's proddiness. She pets Zhaan and keeps an eye on Hyzen.

 

Sasha's eyes are dark and furtive.....she casts a slow gaze over Hyzen's frineds and says nothing.....

 

Linora nearly jumps out of her skin as Hyzen's arms wrap around her waist and -eep- her ear is nuzzled?! Gasp! "Um... y-y-you're welcome?" Her eyes dart frantically around the caverns. Help? The hearth before her, Hyzen behind her... where to go, what to do?

 

Kezzra can't hardly help but giggle. Proddy green riders have always been rather ammusing and then Linora flipping. Far too entertaining.

 

Mayala sees that Lin needs a little help so she says, "Um...Linora? Can you come here for a moment? I need to ask you something." She steps a little way away from the warmth of the hearth and hopes Lin will follow her...without Hyzen.

 

There's no help in a Weyr when a proddy green is out on the rampage.  Mwahahaha.  That's exactly what Hyzen had been counting on, yes ma'am.  The Caverns were her favorite hunting grounds for others to flirt with.  Just ask Cayl or Ilare.  They'll tell you horror stories of the last proddiness of this certain greenlet.  Tightening her embrace, she gives little kisses along the nuzzled ear before darting a glance to Mayala.  Ooooh no you don't... but if Linora really wants to move, Hy can't stop her.

 

Sasha's mug of klah is filled and she slinks to a seat, curling up and enjoying the warmth of the hearth. Grinning slightly at Hyzen, she remembers all too well what Hyzen is like when the urge takes her....

 

 

Can't stop her? Linora's counting on that as she tries to wriggle free of Hyzen's embrace. This is just... /wrong/, isn't it? "Hyzen, stop it! Please?" She turns pleading eyes to Mayala. She's following. Really. Honest.

 

Cayl silently, suavely, glides in from the Central Bowl.

 

You notice Hyzen looking at you.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth langorously turns an emerald head to glance appraisingly at Chanticoth. A sultry humming indicates that she likes what she sees. The tip of a darkling tail twitches in a decidedly feline manner. Feline as in On The Prowl. Yep, the teasing glimmer is back again...

 

Kinecha saunters quietly in from the Central Bowl.

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that she glimmers old silver among swirls of heavy midnight.  <<You're looking well today, Chanticoth...>>

 

Kezzra slips up beside Hyzen and Linora. Not that she would really know what she might be getting herself into, but who ever does with greenriders in this state. "Hyzen, dear, why don't you just let her be?" Linora's only an apprentice and doesn't seem to be taking this all too well.

 

Branwyth> Chanticoth raises his muzzle up from where he was admiring his talons, swinging his head around to regard green turned feline. Ah well, it can't hurt to shuffle a little bit closer, eh? A few footsteps and he's close enough to admire that tail a little better.

 

Kinecha's eyes sweep the cavern as she enters, spotting people she'd seen before. StarCrafters. Her movement takes her to the hearth, where she pours a mug of klah, then takes a seat at a table, where she can observe the other people here.

 

Kinecha pulls off her wherhide gloves, one finger at the time, then slips them into the pockets of her jacket.

 

Sasha's eyes gaze with amusement over her klah mug and chuckles slightly...almost wishing she were as forward....but unfortunately there is no one she can flirt with comfortably...although if the hormones get the better of hr who knows what she'll do. Pity Oren isn't about...she missed a good opportunity there....

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that Chanticoth encircles Branwyth's mindvoice with charming gold and auburn streaks. <<Why thank you, my dear. You also look very well. How /do/ you look so divine all the time?>>

 

Branwyth> Mzadith snoozes. Deeply and fondly. Zzzzz

 

Hyzen is having way too much fun... but she doesn't like to be shunned-- not that she noticed it much. Letting Linora go, she turns abruptly at Kezzra's words and throws her arms around the other's neck.  With no warning at all, she plants a hard kiss upon the other's mouth.  So take that!  Defiant eyes search Kezzra's for anything other than a returning desire.  Mwahahah.

 

 

Branwyth> Branwyth glimmers a little more at that. Or so it seems. But the humming shifts subtly to become a purring, and she twitches the admired tail just a little more, lazy movements creating arcane symbols in the dusts of the bowl.

 

There's definately that nervous twitchy thing going on, the kind that if you stared at for too long you'd also develope it.  Cayl slinks into the caverns, her eyes gazing widely about before she makes her way towards the food counter...cautiously. 

 

Mayala becomes shocked at the action toward Kezzra but assumes she's delt with Hyzen's kind before. She's just glad Lin's safe.

 

Ndi stalks in from the Central Bowl.

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that she twinkles, little dashing kittens of misty grey dancing teasingly amidst the whirls of dark mystery.  <<Oh, and I forgot to mention charming...>>  A throaty sort of mental laugh.  <<But I suppose one can call it a gift?>>

 

Branwyth> Chanticoth looks at the symbols in the dust, crooning his approval at their swirling and prettiness. Wow... does that one look like a big ferret? And such a lovely tail that made it too.

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that Chanticoth doesn't so much preen, as chuckle with rich umber tones, feeling quite pleased at the compliment. << Ah... but it is a gift all for you, Branwyth, dear. >> A mental twinkle of gold and silver in the background underscores his voice.

 

Kezzra is about ready to die now. Oh wasn't that an interesting change of attention. "Hyzen. Go jump in the lake." said as the journeywoman attempts to keep a straight face. Cold seems to help. If only for a moment.

 

Kinecha raises an eyebrow ever so slightly, suddenly realizing what was happening here. No fighting today girls? The raised brow is followed by a halfsmile, as she sips her klah, her eyes twinkling as she watches Hyzen flirt.

 

Sasha sighs and with an effort tries to make small talk. "So you are from Gar? My frined Tatia and i were there the other day...." she emphasises 'friend' with a slight 'I don't wanna talk about it ' glare at Kinecha.

 

"I'll jump in the lake if you'll jump in with me..." comes the soft tone of Hyzen as she presses closer to Kezzra.  She doesn't notice Cayl's arrival... nor that of anyone else.  Playing gently with Kezzra's hair, she giggles softly.  "You told me to leave Linora alone... why can't I get to know you better?  You seem like such a nice person..."  Watch and learn, Sasha friend.  You don't have fun until you've tried both sides of the fence.  Evilness.

 

Kezzra rolls her eyes. "I think I'll pass this time darlin." So doesn't need to get a cold here with a baby at home, right. Right.

 

G'deon quietly strides in from the Central Bowl.

 

Linora is still standing stunned, staring with undisguised amazement as Hyzen abruptly turns her attentions to Kezz. For a long moment she seems to have forgotten to close her mouth, then she sidles closer to Mayala. Suddenly everyone looks suspicious, and she fairly jumps away from Sasha as the poor rider tries to be polite. "Um... yeah... I know Tatia." Whimper. She backs away. Slowly.

 

Mayala becomes more and more sickened with every action of Hyzen. She just hopes Hyzen is easier to get along with when the green's not proddy.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth stretches lazily in the late morning sun, a graceful arching of back and loins accompanies by the soft flutter of unfurling wings. Tail sweeps out and clears away her pictures. But don't despair, the restless motion of that appendage soon creates new ones.

 

Branwyth> Chanticoth's eyes glimmer in the morning light as he watches the green's tail sketch out new pictures. My my... who'd have thought they'd have such an artist in their clutch. Such lovely pictures. Never mind that most of them are a little... sketchy... they're still quite pretty.

 

Hyzen is shunned in more than one way, here.  This was bad.  Was she loosing her touch? At least she'd freaked Linora out.  Letting her hands slide languidly down from Kezzra's neck, she takes a step back.  "Maybe next time..."  And NOW does she see Cayl.  Woo!  And look, there's a G'deon for Sasha!  Go Sasha, go Sasha.  Making sure the bluerider sees her, Hy moves enticingly towards Cayl, a wide grin on her face.  "Oooh, Caaaayl.  How're you doin', lovely?"

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that she's amusement echos in silvery twinings with woodsmoke grey, accompanied by the faint scent of some exotic herb.  <<I am afraid you've found my worst failing dear Chanticoth... a pretty compliment wil always turn a girl's head.>>

 

Sasha puts a hand on her face and stares broodingly into the hearth. In a reverie all her own she fails to notice any new entants to the cavern.

 

Mayala grins slightly at the stunned Lin and whispers, "I thought I'd at least try to help you out. I do have one question though..." She pets the crooning Zhaan and waits for Linora to recover a little before continuing.

 

Cayl has succeeded in being unnoticed!  Which is /more/ then alright for this bluerider.  She begins to quickly topple a plate with food stuffs, not picky and choosy as speed is key.  Maybe she can sneek off to that little corner over there an hide in the nonexistant shadows?  Now she understood Mzadith's love of Shadows.  He had, in fact, taken a liking to them on his rider's behalf:  For she'd be hiding for 80% of her life now.  And now, she starts her slinking towards the...  "Shells.."  Cayl picks up the speed, pretending she doesn't even hear Hyzen.  Nope, no proddy greeners around -here-.  Nope.  (Run)

 

G'deon walks in quietly making a quick survey of the caverns.  Nothing out of order (yet) he heads towards the kitchens, assembling an early lunch for himself.  That done he grabs a glass of juice and heads over towards the others.

 

Kinecha leans back in her chair, streching her legs out in front of her to cross them at the ankles. Smile on her face hasn't gone, just the opposite in fact, it's grown wider, as her eyes dart from one to the other in the cavern. Proddy riders? Great entertainment.

 

Linora backs away from Mayala, too. Poor Mayala will just have to wait if she wants Lin to be calm when she answers. "What?" She keeps right on backing up until *thump* she backs right into Kinecha's table. With a sharp intake of breath, she looks around, not even relieved to see a somewhat familiar face. Then a thought hits her - shells, does she have to go home with Hyzen, too? Finally she spots Cayl. Another person who looks just as uncomfortable as she feels. And she rides a dragon - that isn't green! Maybe she can take her home? Soon?

 

Pyrene wanders distractedly in from the Central Bowl.

 

Candid-Proddiness.  Worlds Deadliest Greenriders.  Discovery Channel (Nuff said). 

 

Aiana strolls barefoot in from the Central Bowl.

 

Oh no, Hyzen wasn't going to let Cayl escape /this/ time!  Picking up from her showy walk, she breaks into a run after the poor bluerider, giggling all the while.  "Aw, come back, Cayl! What's to be afraid of?  I won't hurt you!"  Run, run, run.  But the greenrider's smart.  They always escape by the bowl exit... not this time!  Cutting off from her pursuit, she stands so as to block any bowl-escape Cayl had been planning before advancing on the other.  "What's the matter, sweetie?  Not feeling too well?  I can make you feel better!"

 

Mayala smiles at poor stunned Lin and whispers, "What is the purpose of this trip?" She giggles at the fact that she just came along for the ride, and because her curiosity of the Weyr overcame her.

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that she 's amusement echos in silvery twinings with woodsmoke grey, accompanied by the faint scent of some exotic herb.  <<I am afraid you've found my worst failing dear Chanticoth... a pretty compliment wil always turn a girl's head.>>  *repose just in case*

 

Sasha's eyes flick from her lonely corner over to Hyzen...and her antics. And then she sees Gid getting food....filled with confusion she studiously tries to ignore him. .....but he's a man.....oooh not fair..."Hello G'deon" she murmurs stiffly...maybe he won't hear...

 

Pyrene sidles in, peering confusedly at the morass of people--a worrying percentage of whom seem to be proddy. "What is the purpose of /this/?" she mutters, over-hearing Mayala's comment. She'll just edge around the outside here and not get involved with the greenriders.

 

Aiana walks in and just begins to hear Hyzen speak and how she is blocking Cayl.  Aiana glowers, brows furrowing and emerald eyes darkening to a stormy hue as she surveys the situation. 

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that Chanticoth's mindvoice is entangled in sultry maroons, with amused green colouring the spaces between syllables. << Oh, I'd hope I'd get more of you to pay attention that just your head. That lovely tail for example. >>

 

Branwyth> Cadgwith raises her head and blinks curiously across at Chanticoth and Branwyth. Snow's addled their brains, obviously.

 

Kezzra's steps lead her over to Linora now. "Yes." she repeats Mayala's question. "Just why did we come here?" She's good at forgetting to ask that before hand sometimes.

 

Most people run for bowl, sure:  That's where Cayl -would- have gone.  Food is abandoned, plate clattering to a stop on a table she passes as she takes off as well.  No lingering around, she's been through this before.  Hyzen proddy was -not- fun!  Aiana, Pyrene, and G'deon's entrances haven't been noticed by the bluerider as she takes a sudden 'dive' towards the kitchen, disappearing around it's corner. 

 

G'deon slowly lets himself fall into a chair over by Sasha.  "Hello, Sasha.  How are you and Branwyth doing today?" he asks as he carefully settles his plate in his lap.  His eyes flicker over to the other groups of people, but apparently he's much too hungry to worry about them as he tears into a sandwich.

 

Ndi goes home.

 

Kinecha groans as she sees Aiana come in, disposing of her still halffull mug on the table in front of her. Why couldn't a guard just sit down in the cavern for a quiet mug of klah, without people fighting, proddy riders appearing, or rude ones coming to disturb a quiet moment.

 

Branwyth> Chanticoth doesn't seem to notice Cadgwith's glance at first, but eventually, eyelid blink at the gold. So... they /weren't/ already addled? Huh...

 

Hyzen pauses as Cayl makes a detour towards the kitchen.  There wasn't an exit in there, was there?  Giving a startled cry, the greenie dashes into the kitchen as well, ignoring the others as she disappears through the doorway.  "Come back, Cayl!  Just one little kiss, please?!" comes drifting back out before an eruption of laughter pursues.

 

Linora blinks, gaping stupidly at Mayala. Purpose? Then she looks over at Kezz. "On accounta Hyzen asked... I didn't know!" She wails helplessly. How /could/ she have known what Hyzen really had in her twisted proddy little mind? Hyzen was her /friend/!

 

An echoing clang resounds from the kitchen's direction, the sound of a pot slamming to the ground and a hoarse threat shouted, words lost in sliding sounds.

 

Sasha watches Cayl and wonders why she is being so quiet. Acknowledging Gid's presence, she arches a brow..."Thought you'd be avoiding me today...."

 

Kezzra giggles. "You just came beacause?" she asks of Linora. "No reason at all." Well Kezz doesn't always have reasons for anything.

 

G'deon studies Sasha for a long, quiet moment before shrugging, another bite taken from his sandwich.  "Nah, forgive and forget, right?  I know how hard it is to cool off after tempers flare... and I know you and Tatia well enough by now.  Yesterday was just a... a fluke, that's what."

 

Giggles continue to emit from the Kitchen-- that of Hyzen's as she continues in her chase. Words, faint, come out but are too distant to be heard correctly.  Another series of loud noises follow a short silence.  The cooks are not going to be happy?

 

Pyrene watches and shudders, but finally gets up the nerve to drop into a seat and observe the goings on. "Who's flirting with who tonight?" she asks the nonriders in the room, in the vain hope that she might get a sensible answer.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth turns a playful look on Cadgwith, one clearly insinuating that golds wouldn't know a thing about it, before wiggling her tail teasingly close to Chanticoth and retuning to her sun-worshipping.

 

Darien arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

 

Branwyth> Cadgwith is willing to give people the benefit of the doubt and assume they /don't/ have addled brains up to a certain point, but Branwyth and Chanticoth have obviously passed that point. She mere looks benignly down on Branwyth, permitting her flirtations. Cadge is a long way from being proddy.

 

Darien wanders into the caverns, and peers around, and waves to folks as he sees the crowd.

 

Aiana shoves her fisted hands in her pockets and just listend to the commotion.  Jealous, no.  Protective, yes.

 

Branwyth> Chanticoth doesn't mind whether Branwyth's proddy or not. Much. After all, it's cold out here in the winter, and a brown likes to keep warm. In lieu of a nice warm hearth in his weyr, this lovely tail and the green attached to it will suit him juuuust fine.

 

Mayala giggles at Linora's answer. "Well, at least I have something to keep me occupied," she says shrugging slightly so as not to disturb her precious blue flit.

 

"Back!!  Or...or...I'll hit you with..."  There's a pause from the kitchen, the sound of more scrambling echoing from it's depths.  Finally, a triumphant voice errupts!  "A ...tubber.."  Obviously the triumph has faded just a smidge.  This is followed up by more crashing sounds as dishes are litterally  nocked to the ground.

 

Elehu enters quietly in from the Central Bowl.

 

Darien blinks as he hears the sounds from the kitchen, and runs over to the kitchen doors, and peeks in, he's a baker app of course, and no one should destroy the kitchens, well, not unles sit's him, or the other baker apps running around here, "hey, who's messing up our kitchen?! I'm going to get into so much trouble, they're probably going to blame it all on me!"

 

Taking a deep breath, Kinecha ponders doing something about thise riders in the kitchen, but knew instinctively that there wasn't much she could do anyways. They're not gonna kill each other, after all. Right?

 

Aiana snorts at Darien, "Ain't no one gonna blame ya fer a mess y'didn't make...stop bellyachin'..." she tells him, as she brushes past and steps into the kitchen doorway.

 

Maybe if Cayl finds something sharp :)

 

Pyrene watches and shudders, but finally gets up the nerve to drop into a seat and observe the goings on. "Who's flirting with who tonight?" she asks the nonriders in the room, in the vain hope that she might get a sensible answer. (repose)

 

The sound of a shattering bowl is heard, echoing in the following silence.  Uh oh.  A shrill scream is heard-- triumphant before Hyzen appears dragging a struggling Cayl by her arm. "Caught ya!"  The ones gathered at the door are passed by... she's not shoving, but the kicking and flaying Cayl?  Watch out!  "Now, let's go sit in a table and talk all nice and quiet like..." Talk isn't the only thing on Hy's mind, though, judging by the look in her eyes.

 

Darien frowns to Aiana, "But I'm a baker, and just an apprentice at that, and we always get blamed for messes, even if we don't make them. Besides, it's still time to prepare food, what'll we do if they ruin all the stuff? I mean, can't keep this Weyr fed without clean food!"

 

Sasha's eyes have not completely unthawed towards G'deon....she casts him a look which is a mixture of the strange haunted hungry look that has invaded her eyes recently, and a frostiness which can only be attributed to the fact that he dumped her in the snow yesterday. "You should have left Tatia and I to sort things out..." she growls...

 

G'deon stares in the direction of the kitchens as he cleans his plate and deposits it carefully on the table beside him.  He stands slowly, a hand resting on his him.  "Well, I suppose there are more than enough people here," he comments to himself.  "I for one could use some fresh air," he mutters before looking down at Sasha.  "Look, it wasn't you and Tatia I was worried about, to be perfectly honest.  If you two want to go claw and beat at each other fine, just keep your lifemates far away.  It's hardly worth it to lose perfectly healthy dragons because of your proddy-induced spats."

 

Is there any sudden resemblance between Blueriders and livestalk?  Cayl not only is being dragged beyond her will, but as soon as she sees Aiana near the door way, she latches a hand onto the side panel, trying to stay her place regardless of the arms latched around her waste.  "Aia!  I can explain.."  Not the best words to come from Cayl as she kicks back with a leg to knock Hyzen off her, looses her balance, and almost falls.  Almost, for she's holding onto the panel..barely.

 

Aiana sees red, and her face is screwed up into a murderous expression, "Y'let her be..." she says giving Hyzen a hard poke-shove to the chest, and then follows it with a string of vile curses that is enough to make anyone's leathers curl and smoke, "She ain't no one's property t'be manhandled about...  Let 'er go or I'll change yer gender fer ya..."

 

Elehu knocks the snow off her boots as she stands near the exit to the bowl, a confused frown on her face as she watches and listens to the goings-on around the cavern.

 

Mayala watches the interesting scenes unfold around her. Oh yes...this is much more fun than staying back at Gar.

 

Darien wanders into the kitchens, to go clean up the mess, he doesn't want to get in trouble after all, and sighs a bit, before he goes all the way in.

 

Sasha's face is a picture...furious she slams down her klah mug and stands to face him."As if I'd ever do anything to hurt Branwyth! How dare you!" she pushes past him and storms out of the cavern, oblivious to the chaos that is ensuing all around her, and if the truth be known half hoping he'll follow.

 

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.

 

Central Bowl

 

Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.

 

To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.

 

  It is a winter midmorning.  The sun rises brightly in the eastern sky, turning the land into a painfully bright snow-covered panorama.  The north wind dispels any warmth the sun might have provided.

 

 

Brown Fallanth, green Zoryanth, green Miravith, blue Lainnoth, green Zaqith, bronze Rixesith, green Kelitath, green Alymath, gold Cadgwith, brown Druseth, brown Revnath, blue Mzadith, green Zizth, green Branwyth, green Imbriath, and brown Chanticoth are here.

 

 

Frist> Mayala just stands there stunned. She stays close to Linora and hopes nothing really bad will happen.

 

Frist> Darien wanders around in the kitchen, picking up bits and pieces of the broken bowl or bowls, carefully, so he doesn't injure himself, and puts them on a counter, to deal with later on.

 

Frist> Kinecha moves quickly, wrapping her arms around the rider's waist, pulling her off Aiana. Okay so maybe the guard wasn't terribly fond of the girl, but fighting wasn't accepted. "Hyzen, will ya stop it," she says right into her ear, pulling her back from Aiana.

Above,  Vespurath drops down towards the Bowl.

 

Vespurath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

 

Across shades of pine and sage, Tatia slides down Vespurath's side,   landing on the ground with a slight bounce.

 

Frist> From Mayala's shoulder, Zhaan flaps his wings, clearly upset by all the chaos. Mayala pets him to calm him down. Such a sensitive little blue wonder.

 

Frist> Linora feels like she's in the eye of a hurricane, huddling close to Mayala in the middle of the mayhem all around the cavern. And what happened to Kezz? And how are they going to get home?

 

Tatia dismounts swiftly, and she tugs at her gloves, not to remove them, but to adjust them a bit. Too cold to take them off entirely. She turns, feet lifting to move toward the caverns.. and catches sight of Sasha. Her fellow greenrider gets a half-sheepish smile as she speaks. "Hey, Sasha."

 

Frist> G'deon's own face darkens as Sasha storms off.  Setting his glass on the table beside his plate, he pulls his jacket more snuggly around his neck and moves to follow, only sparing a nod for Elehu at the exit.

 

Sasha wields a hefty lump of snow in her hand. Nodding curtly at Tatia she indicates the entrance to the living caverns...

 

G'deon steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

As Gid emerges from the living caverns a snowball hits him squarely in the face....."Sasha stands there, defiantly, her arms folded. "You deserved that, you.....you...../man/!" Insult enough to her mind.

 

Frist> Aiana seemingly growls at Kinecha, not really noticing the scratch on her own neck as she doesn't let go of Hyzen's leathers, having grabbed fistfulls of the material, "Let me have at her!"    Nobody attacks Cayl, proddy or no as far as she concerned, "Y'aint worth the air yer breathin'... /don't/ touch Cayl again unless'n she tells ya so..."

 

Chanticoth looks on in interest. Snowball fight? Ooh! He hasn't had one of those in a while!! Let the Chan-ster join in? Any undertones to the ball's throw is somewhat lost on him.

 

Tatia blinks at Sasha for a moment, reaching down to scoop up a handful of snow herself, gaze questioning.. until G'deon emerges. And Sasha's snow flies. Oh /look/.. what greenrider could resist this opportunity? She /does/ have that handful of snow handy.. and so, her arm swinging backward, she lets it fly.. straight for G'deon. Or for G'deon's ear, to be more precise.

 

Frist> Pyrene decides that discretion is the better part of valour for fear that she'll blamed afterwards. Out the door she goes, trusting that Cadge will protect her from proddy riders and dragons in the bowl.

 

Pyrene steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Frist> Hyzen struggles in Kinecha's grip, her dragon's mind and the strong emotions giving her more strength than she would originally have.  Finally, she breaks away from the guard, snarling for the other to stay out of it.  "This is between me'n Aiana, thank you..."  Glowering optics turn back to the other, the anger flaring up before she's yanked back to the other.  Leathers are so annoying sometimes.  Fight, fight!  Cat fight?  Mwahah.  Swinging a fist, though small, she sniffs at Aiana's words.  "She's a bluerider an' c'n take care of herself you... you wherry hen!  She's not your mate and I can do what I want with her!  So take that!"

 

Banzai steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

G'deon stops midstride, hit square in the face not with one snowball, but with two!  He reaches up to wipe his face clear then finishes buttoning up his jacket and pulling on his gloves.

 

Pyrene is warned by Cadgwith even as she steps out and she ducks to one side, squeaking "I'm female! I'm female!" Her hands thrown up and outwards, she stares from behind them at Tatia and Sasha. Never second-guess proddy riders.

 

Sasha's eyes glow with amusement as she and Tatia suddenly without words are friends again.....hormones are funny things...."Thinks he can break up a perfectly legitimate punch up does he? The arrogance!" another snowball hurtles towards the bronzerider but misses...and hits Pyrene on the shoulder...Sasha claps a gloved hand to her mouth..."Oooops!"

 

Branwyth's humming changes from throaty purring to almost a trill of delight. Forelimbs are set into motion, and soon a dragon-sized snowball is assmebled. Eyes whirls in G'deon's direction, and then, thankfully, she pauses to ask advice of her lifemate.

 

Branwyth thinks to you, << Sasha?  Can I throw one too????  Please??? >>

 

You think to Branwyth, >> Be my guest!! <<

 

Chanticoth's lifemate ain't around to ask, sleepy thing all up in her weyr snoozing. Tut. Honestly. Missing a good bit of fun here! Claws scrape out some nice clean snows, positioning the ball near his tail. Anyone feel like a round of golf?

 

 In the living caverns....Hyzen struggles in Kinecha's grip, her dragon's mind and the strong emotions giving her more strength than she would originally have.  Finally, she breaks away from the guard, snarling for the other to stay out of it.  "This is between me'n Aiana, thank you..."  Glowering optics turn back to the other, the anger flaring up before she's yanked back to the other.  Leathers are so annoying sometimes.  Fight, fight!  Cat fight?  Mwahah.  Swinging a fist, though small, she sniffs at Aiana's words.  "She's a bluerider an' c'n take care of herself you... you wherry hen!  She's not your mate and I can do what I want with her!  So take that!"

 

---

 

Cadgwith rumbles with interest, even as she obediently snakes her head in front of Pyrene. Snow-shield. Her tail swishes lightly--making pretty fan-patterns in the snow but also building up a rather nice mound. Just one big swish, and there will be a short, intensive and extremely localised blizzard.

 

G'deon barely ducks in time to avoid Sasha's next missile, but he turns quickly to Pyrene, eyes going wide.  "You alright?" he asks quickly, ignoring whatever else the others are doing.

 

Pyrene wipes snow from her shoulder, and rolls her eyes at Gid. "Never turn your back on them," she calls to him, beckoning him behind the protection of Cadge's neck, even as she ducks to snatch up her own snowballs. "Cadge, on my cue, raise your head--just be ready to put it down again when I've thrown these!"

 

"Stepping in where /he/ doesn't belong.. " Tatia snaps, easily worked into a fury as she scoops up another handful. "How /typical/.. how /male/!" Another ball flies through the air, this one in G'deon's vague direction, though the force of the throw sends her wobbling backward.. and who /knows/ where that snowball ended up.

 

*whap* Four! Chanticoth's tail comes sweeping out, slapping the Chanti-snow-boulder out into the middle of the bowl, splattering on the ground and sending snow in all directions. Oops. Let him try again. It's been a whole turn since he did this. Heehee. Him and snowballs. It's just meant to be.

 

 

G'deon turns a wry grin Pyrene's way, but it quickly turns to one of surprise as he turns, Tatia's snowball hitting him in the back as he dives for cover.  "Now what was that for?" he calls over to the two green riders, his hands already busy forming his own supply of projectiles.

 

Branwyth> Perhaps 'thankfully' was the wrong word, as Bran's lifemate seems to have supported her demand to help out. Giant Snowball Of Doom is launched, heading towards the two non-greenriders and their golden shield.

 

Perhaps 'thankfully' was the wrong word, as Bran's lifemate seems to have supported her demand to help out. Giant Snowball Of Doom is launched, heading towards the two non-greenriders and their golden shield.

 

Chanticoth's second snow boulder is ready. And this time it's a good 'un. Is that a smilie that's been clawed into the outside? Nah. Just the sun. Chan can't do that. But as it comes sailing towards the riders on the heel of Branwyth's snowball, maybe they want to take a closer peek.

 

Pyrene is unaware of the GSD and screams "Now!" at Cadgwith. But the gold disobeys her rider and bravely sacrifices herself. There's quite a spectacular explosion on impact, and Pyrene (and perhaps G'deon too) is showered with the fallout, but Cadgwith seems to be unscathed, and raises her head only then. Pyrene's snowballs promptly come flying out--only for her to be bowled over by Chanti's follow-up snowball. Cadgwith is all apology as she realises she missed that one, and to make up for it, she whips her tail, sending her own snow mound hurtling towards the greens and their riders.

 

Sasha's arm is already swinging and a snowball hits Gid's shoulder as he stoops to collect more snow. " You got in the way....dumb move..." and she doesn't mean the snowballs...."And you are a guy and guys are only good for one thing..." and she would elaborate except a mountain of snow is descending with orrying rapidity down on her head..."Ooooph! thanks Cadge!" she mutters indignantly...."who's side are you on anyway?"

 

Branwyth bugles triumphantly as the snowballs find their target, snaking her tail towards Chanticoth's in a draconic 'high five'. Although perhaps she should learn to bugle with her mouth closed, as Cadge's return fire leaves her with a mouthful of the white stuff. Glump.

 

G'deon is half-buried by that first dragon snowball, and as he starts to crawl out of that one he sees Pyrene dumped on by the second one.  "Pryene!" he calls out while diving under Cadgwith's neck, two firmly packed snowballs sent in quick succession after the other riders.

 

Woo! Chanticoth caught Pyrene... nyah nyah... hmm... nope. Not a good idea to make fun of Cadgwith's rider. No. He'll just restart his campaign of snow terror with a Chanticoth special. Distinguished from all his others by the fact that he whacks it from the /other/ direction with his tail.

 

"What was /that/ for?" Tatia snaps, voice rising in a near screech. Wow.  "How can you even /ask/ that?" she questions. Her voice pauses as a snowball from somewhere catches her in the cheek, and she stands quite still, eyes blazing. Gid's getting blamed for this, no matter who threw it. That's the way life is. Or maybe that's prodiness. "You.. you.. /tunnelsnake!/" Now there's an insult for ya. "Not even /that/ many," she snaps in response to Sasha, already launching another ball. "/Kill/ him!" Literally? Maybe not.. but then again.. maybe.

 

Pyrene somehow manages to find her way up throw the landfall that hit her, emerging as far as her waist from the snow, spitting and cursing. "/That/ is why I hate snowfights with dragons!" she gasps, as Cadgwith apologetically huffs over her--trying to warm her, but making it ten times worse as the snow melts and soaks through. "Oh, shells... Gid get me out of here! Cadge'll cover us!" she cries to the bronzerider. Cadge does cover them--one wing spreading so that she can use tail, neck, nose and claw to great advantage. And yes... a good deal of her fire is aimed towards Chanticoth.

 

Sasha blinks at the sheer amounts of snow being hefted about the bowl. "Don't you love it that our dragons ae full sized now? You can make so much more of an impact with a 42 foot green tail-catapult..." she grins with satisfaction, although the satisfaction is short lived when she realises that she is up against a gold and a bronze....much bigger...thank goodness she is fast at dodging these avalanches..or at least most of them...

 

Chanticoth makes a cross between a whuffle and 'ugh!' as his neck and head comes under repeated attack from Cadgwith, snow somehow working up his nose. Erk. A foreleg comes up to muzzle to scrape the snow stuff away, even as wings outstretch briefly to balance, causing a flurry of snow to get kicked up.

 

G'deon laughs out as he dodges most of the snow being launched his way.  "The caverns?" he shouts out to Pyrene as he ducks behind Nylanth's shoulders, three more snowballs launched in the direction of Sasha and Tatia.

 

Nylanth flies in from above, coming to a halting skid and immediately tucking his wings to safety. Eyeing the crowd, he bellows deeply as he puffs out his manly bronzened chest as best he can, twirling his tail around in semi protection of his rider.

 

"I can't go anywhere! I'm stuck!" Pyrene snaps in exasperation, still buried from the waist down. "Pull me out will you?" Cadgwith allies herself happily with Nylanth, looming above the brown and green dragon to the best of not inconsiderable ability. Alright, so she's got snow hummocks on her head and neck, but /apart/ from that it's a very impressive picture.

 

G'deon prods at Nylanth, his quick mental conversation obviously exciting to the young rider.

 

Chanticoth is still rubbing at his nose. Uh-oh... draconic sneeze coming on... claws dig into the snow and to the bowl as the snow irritates Chanti to the point of respitory spasm. Oy. Much better. Where's his next target? Tail sweeps around, slamming snow in a wide arc.

 

Tatia ducks an incoming snowball, bending to scoop a handful of her own as she makes a sudden run toward Sasha. To take down the greenrider? Nah.. She's got something better in mind. Looping her arm out, she snatches hold of Sasha's arm and yanks, preferably in the direction of some green or another.. shelter. As they go, however, her foot catches some rock long buried under the snow, and the greenrider goes sprawling, face down in the snow. And look.. she brought Sasha along for the ride. Oops.

 

Sasha splutters and is completely taken by surprise at the sudden unexpected contact with the bowl floor...spitting out snow she starts to rise...."Tatia! I thought we were on the same side!" she coughs indignantly...

 

Nylanth nudges a little closer to Cadgwith, not a request, really. Nope. Stretching out his neck, he attempts intimidating, releasing a massive bugle that's probably loud enough to shake Tillek. Did it work?

 

Cayl steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Cadgwith is busy hauling her rider out of the snow, but at what she assumes must be Nylanth's signal, she drops Pyrene again (but into a nice soft snowdrift) and sideswipes her tail, sending a huge cloud of snow over Tatia and Sasha. Talk about your cold showers....

 

G'deon moves with Nylanth, ducking over towards Pyrene, arms held out to help her out of the makeshift snowbank.  He winces a bit at Nylanth but laughs.  "Careful Nyls, you'll start an avalanche."

 

Linora steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Mayala steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Kezzra steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Yeah, and the last thing Chanticoth needs is to be buried under an avalanche. How the heck would he go about flirting them. A large snowball is aimed and fired at Nylanth, with the hope of silencing the big noisy bronze. Intimidating? Ha! The Chanti is not intimidated. Often.

 

Aiana steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Tatia lays prone for a moment, grip loosening from Sasha's arm as she replies. "We were.. we /are/.. Shardin' rock!" In her present mood, she's likely to throw large amounts of snow at /it/, too." Pushing herself up, she starts to rise as well, though she's still got that armfull of snow handy.

 

A torrent of snow, soft to the touch and yet is large amounts extremely heavy, cascades down over the two prone green riders, pinning them underneath it...and obscuring them from view....nothing moves...

 

Pyrene gratefully takes Gid's arms. "My hero!" she exclaims pointedly, with a significant look at her dragon, who continuing to shower snow over the greenriders--she stops at Nylanth's second signal, right?

 

Linora spots Mzadith and bolts across the bowl in his direction, although it's hard to run quickly in the snow. Not just the snow on the ground... snow flying through the air? Eep! She scampers behind Mzad as quickly as she can - she's quite cold enough, thanks!

 

Banzai glides to the Caverns.

 

Nylanth is covered in snow. No no no, /he/ is covered in snow? This is /not/ supposed to happen because this bronze is bigger and smarter, yep, he is. Nostrils flare as his tail nonchalantly forms a catastrophic mound which he instantly sends flying in the direction of Chanticoth. Muwaaa, take that!

 

Cayl strides out of the living cavern in time to watch a brown land in the near distance.  Backstreeth.  And a very weary N'sync.  See, he doesn't like Hyzen too much, but she might prove more...accomidating while she's proddy.  And serve as the distraction Cayl had called to him to be.  The browner disappears into the living cavern even as Cayl walks towards her blue.  "Kay, mount up.  We're going somewhere warm.  And away from Hyzen."  She smiles to Aiana, her eyes spotting those scratchmarks over the other with a gaze of discust.  Then she purses her lips and stops by Mzadith's side.

 

Mayala escapes from the chaos in the Caverns to walk right into another mess. Shards, what is going on around here? She follows Linora, glad that she has warm boots on.

 

Aiana doesn't bother to slide her shoes on, she's too all fired and seething to pay much attention to the cold and they weren't going far.  She doesn't say anything just follows Cayl with her arms shoved in her pockets and her brow still furrowed.

 

Chanticoth has learned to duck at some point during all that training to fight thread. Ducking is always useful. Dodging Nylanth's attack, a tongue wags out for a moment, before tail slaps snow in any direction. At anyone who's in the way. Vaguely in Nylanth's direction though.

 

Mzadith hugs the ground and watches quietly as Linora clambers the straps-'ladder' and settles delicately between two neckridges.

 

Mzadith hugs the ground and watches quietly as Mayala clambers the straps-'ladder' and settles delicately between two neckridges.

 

G'deon laughs outloud at the success of Nylanth's and Cadgwith's snowshowers.  He ducks around the gold's side at Sasha and Tatia... then looks again.  Suddenly he runs out towards the middle of the bowl and holds up his hands, shouting for Nylanth and Chaticoth to stop for a minute.  "Where are they?" he says, heading towards the snowbank that wasn't there a couple minutes ago.

 

Mzadith hugs the ground and watches quietly as Kezzra clambers the straps-'ladder' and settles delicately between two neckridges.

 

A large pile of snow now decorates the bowl.. and a strange sort of stillness resounds from that direction as at least two of the shouting voices are silenced. Massive amounts of snow dumped on your head'll do that. No movement stirs..

 

Mzadith hugs the ground and watches quietly as Aiana clambers the straps-'ladder' and settles delicately between two neckridges.

 

Pyrene finally manages to stand on top of the snow, casting nervous glances around for enemy fire. "Waitaminute..." she calls, waving her hands ineffectually. "Cadge, stoppit! Where're Tat and Sash?" It may be noted that her voice is not one of concern, rather fear--the unseen enemy is more dangerous.

 

Nylanth isn't an amateur either! It's gotten quite good at dodging, so with a duck of his massive head and neck, the snow goes flailing over, but wait, wasn't someone hiding behind him? Ooh, there he goes running... not to worry about anymore. Mimicing the blue, Nyl's own tail starts swinging about, sending a blizzard in every open spot, having not heard his lifemate's request, that is.

 

Cayl pulls herself up after the others, looking around to make sure they've strapped themselves well and in.  She seems all too chipper now. Especially now that she's getting away from this place for a little while.   She blinks as she notices a few more forms then she had previously thought, shaking her head she too straps in and gives the hand motion to go aloft.  Barely in time, she warns her passengers just as Mzadith lunges into the air.

 

Mzadith hugs the ground and watches quietly as Cayl clambers the straps-'ladder' and settles delicately between two neckridges.

 

Mzadith takes off.

 

Above,  Mzadith takes off from Central Bowl

 

Above,  Mzadith circles higher and higher still, up towards Star Stones and Spires.

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that Cadgwith finally alerts herself to her rider's requests and unleashes a salt wave over the blizzard. << Stop! >> the thought comes resoundingly, and with just that necessary touch of command.

 

Chanticoth's wing blocks the snow from Nylanth's attack, bugling, but not as loudly as the bronze did before, for the big bronze dragon to knock it off. Is it just him or are we two riders down?

 

Nylanth stops. That's about all. Tail settles down onto the fluffy white stuff as eyes become alert to the worrisome aura in the air. Neck swings about, while nostrils sniff here and there like a canine's.

 

G'deon carefully heads over towards the larger piles of snow, his arms sweeping at the tops of the light covering of white.  "Where were they last?" he calls over to Pyrene.  "Branwyth, Vespurath!  Where are they?"  Is that concern in his voice?  "Shard it all," he then mutters before calling out the green riders' names.

 

Chanticoth's motions appear somewhat frantic as his muzzle starts rummaging through all the snow drifts near him. Where's that rider of his when he needs her? He blows at the snow, trying to get rid out of it so he doesn't try and claw his way through and hurt what's underneath, the agitation of those about him influencing him.

 

The snow, light and powdery only on the surface, is telling no tales...there is an eerie stillness all around...

 

Evidently Vespurath hasn't been paying a bit of attention to the fray - she's standing at the far side of the bowl, head cocked in what, to her 'rider, at least, indicates an in depth discussion with a small aquatic creature. At her name, however, her head swings around to fix G'deon with an acussing, faceted stare. What was this?

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that Vespurath's tones shoot sharp, accusing spikes of indigo toward Nylanth. << What has your rider done with my rider? >> And then a short fading of her touch as she reaches toward her lifemate to find out for herself.

 

Cadgwith does not appear to be successful at snowfights and her head hangs in chagrin as she carefully shuffles over, peering blankly at the snow. "Vesp and Bran don't seem too worried, they can't be hurt," Pyrene gasps to Gid, already fumbling through the snow herself. "No, Cadge! Don't help... you're more likely to hurt them." The gold hangs back and looks suitably useless.

 

Branwyth swings a head around from quietly ogling Chanticoth's splendid tail...suddenly she begins to whuffle nervously nosing at the snow pile...<<Sasha?>>

 

Chanticoth huffs and puffs at all the snow drifts he can find, trundling through to more, tail sweeping away the tops of any more nearby. Oh dear, oh dear. They're buried in all this white stuff! It's certainly not breathable, as he can attest. So it's bad... right?

 

G'deon climbs over towards the largest snow piles where he thinks the two riders were last seen.  "Sasha!  Tatia!" he keeps calling out while pushing his arm straight down at intervals into the snow.  "Nylanth, come help brush the top layers of this off.  And only stand where you know there's ground beneath you!" he reminds before plunging his arm down again all the way up to the shoulder.

 

Nylanth hobbles over snow drifts to join his riders search, only casting Vespurath a quick worrisome glance as his tail swipes at the top layers of each pile in search.

 

"People have been known to survive in avalanches for hours," Pyrene mutters frantically. "They're not hurt, Bran and Vesp would be acting up one heck of a lot more..." She's never killed anyone yet, and she doesn't aim to start now. Cadgwith sits back on her haunches, watching anxiously and mentally probing. Pyrene's fair of firelizards have also dug in, tunnelling through the snow, rather than clearing it.

 

Chanticoth looks about himself. Oh, Ilare will be so cross if she finds out he was snow fighting and her friends got hurt. Oh dear... Chanti starts turning this way and that, looking utterly bewildered. But there are so many snow drifts! Where does he look? What's he meant to do?

 

And still, that powdery snow lays unnaturally still. After the first, initial burst of worry, however, the two greens shuffle backward, merely eyeing the antics with faint interest. Branwyth and Vespurath certainly don't seem to be worried.

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that Nylanth thinks << As requested from my rider, everyone keep as still as you can--well, don't move around /too/ much.... please? >>

 

Chanticoth croons, looking unhappy and worried. It wasn't his fault was it? Obeying mental command, he sits back on his haunches, eyes sweeping the snowdrifts. He wants to help, really, but how?

 

G'deon sweeps his arms deep, removing another foot of snow from the top of the pile he seems certain contains the missing clutchmates.  Again he starts his procedure of prodding into the snow, hand searching for anything that isn't just more snow.

 

Nylanth finds it proper for himself to sit back as well, seeing as it was he, or rather his rider, that requested it. Wuffling nothing in particular, he's rests nonchalantly, tail sweeping idly across the snow top.

 

Cadgwith holds still, mentally reinforcing Nylanth's command and her eyes fixed on the snowdrifts.

 

Like a white volcano, the snowy bank errupts...Two figures simultaneously grab the nearest figure which happens to be G'deon wrapping their arms around him and dragging him into the soft snow, both simultaneously planting kisses on his cheeks!  He is their captive now and this is their revenge for interfering in their fight the other day...."Gotcha!" calls Sasha gleefully delighting in riding a glowing green...because she would never have dared to take such a liberty otherwise....Tatia is just convulsed in laughter.

 

It appears that Branwyth has gone back to the task of admiring Chanticoth's tail.. ooo, or perhaps Nylanth's. Lovely, the bronze against that white snow... Faceted eyes gleam slowly, unworried. Vespurath, too, has settled back down, and her own tail traces strange patterns in the snow behind her, though she's not bothering to look at the males. Or at that pile of snow. Or at Pyrene. No, neither dragon is looking at Pyrene at /all/. Until their lifemate's appear again. As if by some unseen cue, two green tails snap across snow simutaneously, sending two waves of the white stuff from two directions.. straight for Pyrene. Directly for Pyrene. Right at Pyrene.. and lots of it, too.

 

Pyrene gives a horrified cry which is abruptly cut short by the snow falling at her. Cadgwith merely blinks down at her rider, before collapsing onto one side. She surrenders. A fair of firelizards swoop giddily around before setting to tunnel Pyrene out.

 

G'deon cries out as he's caught by a surprise attack of snow-covered green riders!  "What on ...?"  But the rest is lost as he's covered on every side by either a rider or a snow bank.

 

Chanticoth doesn't look all that happy now. He got all worried for nothing. Tail slaps the snow, forming a rather large dent in a snowdrift. Turning away with a distinct pout, wings ruffling. All worried for nothing. Hmph. If they want to go chase G'deon, why don't they just stick to doing what Branwyth is doing. Tail admiring. Oh... wait. G'deon doesn't have a...

 

Kinecha steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Kinecha slips a pair of wherhide gloves out of her jacket pockets, then pulls them onto her hands, tucking at them to make them fit tightly.

 

Kinecha saunters quietly to the Guards HQ.

 

Nylanth is mildly alerted at his lifemate's cries, taking several steps in that direction. But no, this /is/ quite amusing. Sending a whuffle towards the greens, he sits back once again, watching on with faint interest. Head cocks in Chanti's direction where he attempts to reprimand any anger with his massive snort.

 

Mostly by 'riders, really. Tatia on one side.. Sasha on the other. Tatia loops an arm firmly about G'deon's neck, lips hovering close to his ear. "You didn't think we'd let you get /away/ with that, did you?" she murmurs before deciding that he really needs a few more kisses from her side of the greenrider sandwich.

 

Vespurath croons happily, quite satisfied with herself, evidently. She settles back into her corner, eyes whirling as she inserts encouraging comments in an ever-running commentary toward her lifemate. Vespurath may not want to glow.. but she sure thinks Tatia should.

 

Chanticoth isn't angry. He's just embarrassed. Erm no... irritated, even. He got all worked up, and goodness knows he doesn't need that. His second stomach'll be all churny now. Honestly. Branwyth could have told him. Eyes go to green as he notes her eyeing his tail once more.

 

Branwyth glimmers yet more. Apparently the more amused she is, the more she gleams. Takes talent. Chanticoth is given an endearing look. Oh, don't be mad, you've got such a lovely tail. A teasing shower of snowflakes is sent towards the brown. A throaty hum is added to Vesp's vocalizing, agreeing merrily with the other that proddy riders are such awful good fun.

 

Sasha blinks as she sees Pyrene disappear but Cadge is unruffled by her rider's disappearance so, neither is Sasha. Serve her right for unleashing that enormous gold catapult! Turning back to where Gid is pinned, she chuckles evilly. "You dared to come across all manly and neutral? In a greenrider fight? Shame on you G'deon. Your punishment shall be......" she pauses dramatically..."even more kissing!" She bends to the task...quite without inhibitions!

 

G'deon is practically purring at this sudden turn of events.  But not too much of course, this /is/ supposed to be a punishment.  "I can get away with plenty if I want to," he replies teasingly to Tatia, squirming just a bit as he makes a mock show of trying to get out of this "punishment".

 

Chanticoth is still pouting. He's not going to find that little snow shower endearingly cute. No... no... he's not... oh... who's he kidding! He can't resist that tail for long. Turning grandly back to the scene, muzzle dips to the greenriders, eyes staring at them. No more skeering the brown one. Ok?

 

Tatia smiles wickedly, voice dropping into a throaty purr as she sweeps a kiss across G'deon's lips. After all... they /do/ have the bronzer trapped and at their mercy.. Her eyes glow at his words, and she pushes herself up a bit, glancing at Sasha. "You /can/?" she questions. Beware that tone. It's a little /too/ packed with enjoyment. "Really? You think so?"

 

Pyrene manages to extricate herself from yet another snowdrift and sits there glaring at all and sundry. What happened to her bronzerider hero? That's just typical--as soon as they get a chance to kiss a greenrider, they up and leave you. "Cadge, kill'em," she mutters darkly. But The gold has decided that the sun is very pleasant right now and she ignores her rider who is left to stagger over to the kissing snowdrift and glare down at it.

 

Nylanth nudges over to the other draggies, why not eh? No hard feelings about his more capable capabilities of snow tossing, right? Tail 'accidentally' slides along each of the females' own, and shards, Chanti's too, why not? Crooning softly, he dips his head, tossing up light fluffy flakes, just a show of affection, really!

 

Sasha giggles and takes a turn at Gid's lips..."Deary me Gid...what has happened to your squeaky clean reputation....caught rolling in the snow of the /bowl/ of all places with not one but two green riders....the weyr will never look at you the same again!"

 

Branwyth is as happy as a Garish between two mugs of cider. Her own tail snakes out and catches the tip of Nylanth's coiling about and tugging teasingly before retreating as a light of pure saintly innocence enters her eyes. Wasn't me, it was /Vesp/. Honest.

 

G'deon winks up at Tatia and makes a smooching gesture towards Sasha.  "Sure, I could get away with quite a bit if I put my mind to it," he says cheerfully while trying to get his arms around them... though, they seem quite well-pinned at the moment.  He blinks up at Sasha for a moment and frowns.  "Didn't know I had that type of reputation," he mutters, trying again to get his arms free.  Perhaps that'd be a good reputation to preserve...

 

Pyrene shakes her head and throws one last snowball into the mix before sitting on Cadgwith's forelimb and leaning her head tiredly against the seawashed neck. "I'm too old for this," she declaims dramatically.

 

A wink? Tatia's sure to take that the wrong way.. or maybe the right way.  Either way, her arm tightens around G'deon's neck and she plants another kiss. "Oh really?" she purrs. And then, suddenly, she unloops her arm and pushes herself upward, head shaking slowly as she stares down at the bronzer with smoldering eyes. "I don't think so, "G'deon, love. Sasha and I have standards."  And with that, she spins on her heel, back turned toward him as she saunters toward Vespurath, hips keeping time with a swing and a grace that's entirely unconscious during prodiness... except for now, of course. /Now/ she's using it to her full advantage.

 

Sasha plants one final kiss on Gid's mouth which is smiling too much for it to be a punishment. "Oh no!...can't have this too much enjoyment for one day...and besides...Tatia is right. Standards are standards, whether your draggie is glowing or not!" she jumps to her feet flicking a handful of snow over his face..."Oh oops! I did it again...you Wannabe more careful around us Gid!" as she slithers away from him and hips swinging jauntily, links her arm in her sister in greenness's,  without a backward glance....SultryGreen has left the snowdrift....

 

Pyrene watches Gid's abrupt fall from favour and grins. "That's what you get for consorting with greenriders!" she calls over, sounding vastly amused finally.

 

Now that at least one of his arms are free G'deon pushes himself up a bit to blink at the retreating Tatia.  "Well... what did I do now?" he asks, more than just confused at this point.  Then he just sputters, sitting up all the way to watch /both/ green riders walk off.  "Well...  what the... Fardles!" he mutters, falling back into the snow.

 

Waitaminute... consorting?? Nobody said nought about consorting... Chanticoth's tail sweeps around to plant itself rather loudly down in the snow next to G'deon. Isn't there someone you're forgetting? Red hair? Amber eyes? A certain brown's rider? Tut tut. He's just going to have to tell her about this little lapse in G'deon's judgement.

 

 

Tatia links her arm through Sasha's with a self satisfied smirk. "Males," she throws over her shoulder. "We know what you're up to.. we're not that innocent!" And with that last word of retort, she continues slithering toward Vespurath and retreat.

 

Pyrene laughs! "Oh, Gid, if you're going to play, make sure the feline's spies are also away. I think Chanticoth's going to be passing some information on..." She shakes her head in vast amusement at the bronzerider, even though she's shivering somewhat.

 

G'deon raises an arm to shield himself from the snow sent towards him by Chanticoth's tail.  With a frustrated sigh he pushes himself from the snow and stands, if a bit wobbly, shaking the snow from his shoulders, hair, out from the back of his riding jacket.  He even starts to work the snow out of his pants... but there are ladies present.  "I wasn't playin' Pyrene," he mutters, though it doesn't sound too convincing.  He sends an odd look in Chanticoth's direction and shrugs a bit... no wait, he's shaking more snow out of his shirt.

 

With a toss of her raven ponytail, regaining its colour as the snow in it melts, Sasha slips to Branwyth's side. "yeah...Who do you think you are ,Gid? Some kinda superstar? Dream on!" And with a wave to Pyrene she mounts her dragon.

 

You leap up to grab Branwyth's straps, and pull yourself up, swinging your leg astride the misty green neckridges.

 

Chanticoth snorts at G'deon. Believe him. Ilare's getting a full report, with accompanying mental illustrations. Gids'll be in trouble... so there. That's what you get for smooching riders that aren't his Ilare.

 

"If you weren't playing, I'd say that was even worse," Pyrene notes dryly. "Have you got some dry blankets back in your weyr? I can lend you some." Her head shakes at Sasha. "I'll be glad when Bran goes up. Same for Vesp." She follows the two greenriders with her eyes.

 

Tatia isn't wasting time in her retreat.. oh no. She's mounting Vespurath in almost exact.. you could almost say 'choreographed,' syncranization with Sasha, eyes gleaming down at G'deon. "you just don't know what a girl wants, Gid," she offers. And then Vespurath's launching upward, winging toward the weyr.

 

Vespurath takes off.

 

 

Message 9 of 9 on *Gossip (#627):

 

Date:     Mon Apr  2 18:03:18 2001 CDT

 

From:     Anonymous :)

 

To:       *Gossip (#627)

 

Subject:  Hit me baby, one more time...

 

 

 

"Tell me again why I took a post at a weyr?" The guard drops into a chair, rubbing at the back of his neck as he eyes the other wearily.

 

"Because it would be slow?" The other replies, offering a grin as she shakes her head and plucks at the laces of her boots. "'Riders not being allowed to fight each other 'n all that"  She sighs as she yanks a boot off, sending it flying through the air. "Ooops.. I did it again."

 

The first shakes his head in self-depreciation. "Remind me to listen to the gossip next time.. I would never have thought there'd be /three/ fights in less than a seven day.. and all three of 'em by those girls, too!"

 

"Girls?" The other questions. "Don't let them hear you say that.. from what I hear, the four proddy Kamikazes are likely to take offense to /anything/ a male says these day" A slight smirk, and she yanks a boot off. "Might wanna stay away from them."

 

The first snorts. "Wasn't men they were goin' after.. all three of were after /girls/," he notes, emphasizing the words. "First that bluerider clutchmate of theirs and then two of 'em, goin' at each other! One of 'em woulda ended up dead if that bronzer hadn't dumped 'em in the snow."

 

The other shakes her head as she interrupts. "But I'd bet that bronzer's regrettin' it now.. heard he and a goldrider buried the two in snow.. or maybe their dragons did. Something like that. Anyway, when they finally found the two greenriders, they dragged 'im down with 'em, right there in the snow..."

 

A third, from the corner, pipes in. "In the middle of the /bowl/?"

 

The other nods, grinning. "Kissing and whispering in 'is ear.. they're greenriders. They're not that innocent!"

 

The first gives the other a glance that speaks volumes before he grins. "And how did he regret /that/? Doesn't seem to bad to me..."

 

The other laughs, giving the first a look that indicates /she/ thinks the bronzerider deserved it. "Until they up and left him sittin' in the snow with some remark about standards.. /this/ from a pair of proddy greenriders!"

 

The first winces. "Ow."

 

The other nods.  "Exactly. Evidently he didn't know what a girl wants.. or maybe what a girl needs."

 

 

 

OOC - What's this? The greenriders are tearing down the weyr? Not quite.. but between Tatia snarling at Cayl, Hyzen going after Aiana, Sasha and Tatia going at each /other/.. and poor G'deon, along with several other males, has been dropped right in the middle. Will the weyr survive? Will the proddy Kamikazes tear each other apart? And what is /with/ those bad song puns? To find out, stay tuned...

 

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