You amble outwards to the bowl.

Center Bowl - Fort Weyr(#100RIJM)

The bowl is roughly oblong, stretching from the northeast where the

mountain ranges to its highest, to the southwest, where some time, in the

distant past, and earthslide rampaged down the side of the mountain, falling

into the lake that fills most of the lower part of the bowl. Jagged rock

points up into the sky over northeast like a dragon's craggy tooth, sloping

down on either side. Southeast along the slope it rises a few meters where a

small ledge for a Watchrider and the massive eye of the Star Stones resides,

where, to herald a Pass, the Red Star will be bracketed.

Down in the bowl floor, to the west, is the large, ground level caverns

that house the Weyrling dragons. South of that, the feeding grounds where the

beasts are kept and the lake. Northeast, almost directly below the 'Tooth

Crag', is the large entrance to the Hatching Cavern, and south along the same

wall, the Living Cavern. North is the Weyrleader's complex as well as the

ground weyrs of junior queens. The weyr bowl holds many hundreds of weyrs

within its sharply defined boundaries. The rocky walls are dotted with many

levels of large caverns and ledges, gouged out of the stone.

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Contents:

Charlith

Obvious exits:

Infirmary Weyrling Field Southwest Bowl Northeast Bowl

You amble northeastwards to the northeastern part of the bowl floor.

Northeast Bowl - Fort Weyr(#117RIJL)

High overhead, the jagged 'Tooth Crag' looms into the sky, dominating the

oblong bowl with its slanted shadow and great height. The drab grey and brown

stone of the caldera sweeps upwards to either side, fashioning a scooped bowl

out of the mountain and honeycombed with many weyr dwellings. Directly

northeast is the Weyrleader's Complex, its stone stair winding upwards to a

large ledge and weyr entrance, with more stairs leading to the Weyrwoman's

weyr, and a third tier that ties to the Weyrleader's ledge and weyr. Just to

the west is another set of ledges and stairs, the ground weyrs that house the

junior queens. A small tunnel to the medicinal storeroom is just to the east

of the Weyrleader's complex and directly south, the portal of the Living

Caverns, with the ground before it worn with the passage of time. Southwest

spreads the length of the oval bowl, with a shimmering lake at its furthest

southern end.

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Contents:

Juanith

Rievoth

Obvious exits:

Center Bowl Hatching Grounds Living Cavern

You amble eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Living Cavern - Fort Weyr(#101RIJM)

This large cavern spans far into shadowy heights where little illumination

ever reaches and to all sides, providing a communal room where residents and

riders alike can congregate together for supping or companionship. Usually,

there are open glow baskets providing much of the light within the great

cavern, though some sections remain in dim darkness. Along the northern,

sloping stone wall are several hearths delved from the rock where the

preparation of food seems to take place throughout the day. Tables surround

the hearths to mark off the area. Further along the wall are some smaller

hearths. In one, a kettle always simmers over the fire, holding klah. At

another, a kettle of porridge or stew is made available. Quite a number of

chairs are situated near these smaller hearths in order to catch the best

warmth during the cold season. Many tables, chairs and benches provide

seating as well as places to eat, game, or to be put to whatever use they are

needed. Stands of branching wood, looking much like many armed perches, have

been placed around the cavern to provide rest for firelizards.

The exit into the bowl yawns toward the west, with other tunnels to the

southeast and east leading deeper within the stony Weyr. Directly south is

the infirmary while north is a small game room and northeast the stores.

Contents:

D'rien

Basket

Cara

Obvious exits:

Bowl Hearths Stores Infirmary Game Room East Cavern Southeast Cavern

D'rien is sitting at a table picking at an untouched meal in front of him.

Yilisa stalks in, grit combining with snow to form a grinding, gritty mess that

crunches with her every step as she stalks her way over to the tables and

pours herself a large cup of juice.

D'rien arcs an eyebrow a bit at Yilisa's tracking of dirt and mud and grit into

the cavern, but doesn't say anything before sipping slightly at a mug of

juice.

Kathlyn ambles in from the easternmost lower caverns.

Kathlyn has arrived.

Palia ambles in from the easternmost lower caverns.

Palia has arrived.

Yilisa is totally oblivious to the mess she's just tracked in, instead

concentrating on slugging back the juice as fast as she can. Cup emptied, she

refills it, and grabs a redfruit, before stalk-crunching over to a chair and

dropping herself in it. The hapless redfruit is ripped into without a second

thought.

Palia looks subdued. She comes out the kitchens carrying a plate of muffins.

After placing them on the serving tables and arranging them to her

satisfaction, she turns around and examines the Caverns critically. The mess

Yilisa tracks in is given a glance and then she takes a rag and goes over to

start cleaning it up.

Kathlyn strolls in from the hallway, for once without her apron on or an

obvious chore from the kitchen. She also eyes the mess and wrinkles her nose,

but she just sidesteps it and heads for the hearth.

Yilisa eyes Palia over her redfruit, eyes pure emerald ice. "Did I -ask- for

someone to clean up after me?" she growls out, each word bitten off like a

chunk of that redfruit in her hand.

"No Assistant Weyrlingmasterwoman." Palia continues to pick up. "It's my duty

to help keep the living caverns clean." She finishes picking up the mess and

cleaning it and takes the dirty rag to the kitchen.

Nicole ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

Nicole has arrived.

Kathlyn picks up a muffing and pours herself a cup of klah, grimacing. "I

thought that was the drudges job, Palia," she says, again tiptoing over the

mess to find a seat.

After coming out of the kitchen, Palia wipes her hands on her apron and

amazingly doesn't leave a spot behind. "Well you've seen I'm a cleanly person

in the kitchens." Palia shrugs. "I'm sorry if I offended you Assistant

Weyrlingmaster. I did not mean to." She goes back to attending her serving

tables. Stew is refilled, klah refilled as Palia wanders back and forth from

the kitchens.

Nicole wanders into the caverns and looks about for one of her friends.

"Yilisa!," she calls in a merry voice across the caverns. "How fair the twins

today?"

Yilisa glowers. "Uh-huh." A huge chunk is ripped from the side of the redfruit,

and she is silent for a long moment as she chews on it. The sound of her name

in someone else's voice provokes a lightning change of mood, and a huge smile

is gifted to Nicole. "Doing wonderfully, thanks, Nicole," she beams.

Kathlyn once again wrinkles her nose delicatedly. "Cleanliness is all well and

good, but there are /drudges/ to do that," she says, her tone just a tad

haughty. "Why don't you come sit down, Palia." She pats a chair, then allows

her gaze to wander over to Yilisa, suddenly a bit wary. Another drama again

tonight. Interesting.

"Thank you Kathlyn," Palia smiles and walks over to the chair. "I'm sorry we've

not been able to talk in the kitchens much. Do you like learning to bake

under your mother?" she questions. Her own self adds, "It's been interesting

learning what I have from her."

Nicole chuckles at Yilisa. "So, have you fostered them out yet? And more

importantly, is it time to tell T'myn that he'll need to transfer M'kal

before you kill him?"

Yilisa's mood switches again, and she levels a killing glare on Nicole.

"Transfer him?" she grates out. "He is -mine-, thank you, and he is going

-nowhere-."

"Oooh. Feeling a scooch touchish, are we?" Nicole's mouth twitches with just a

hint of a humored smirk. "Having those post pregnancy mood-swings?" Then, in

exactly the voice you would use to say this to a five turn old, she asks,

"You needa coooookie? Maybe you'll feel awbedder den?"

Kathlyn smiles at Palia. "Yeah, I really like working with Mother. She's really

an amazing baker, even if she can get positively nasty about perfection. I'm

glad to hear that you enjoy working with her, though."

Uh-oh. Yilisa -slams- her mug down to the table, causing several onlookers to

wince, and rises to deliver a dagger-glare at Nicole.

"You...you...you...-goldrider-!" The epithet is delivered with all the force

of the worst insult the greenrider can come up with. She looks around for

something to throw...but the only thing handy is the redfruit core in her

hands. So she throws that. Her aim really stinks, though.

"I adore her style," Palia nods, "Reminds me of my mother." For a moment her

eyes drift in memory but then she says, "And it helps me to become a better

baker. I hope to become a journeyman and then a Master one day." She grins

across the tables at Kathlyn. "Is that what you are hoping for?"

D'rien just shakes his head and sighs softly, "It's going to be a long night."

Kathlyn blinks and starts, whipping around at the sound of the slamming mug and

epithet. "Wow," she murmurs under her breath, then turns back to Palia.

"Um... yes, I suppose so. I'm good at baking, so..."

Nicole starts to flinch, then stops aburptly and turns to watch the core splat

into the wall a goodly 3 meters to her right. "Nice throw, 'Lis. I suppose we

could hope that your offspring have similar aim when they spit up." She

smiles cheerfully. "I do take it that means, though, that you don't want a

cookie? -- How about some juice?"

Yilisa glowers for a moment longer--though not at Nicole. Rather, she glowers

at the splat on the wall that was her redfruit core. Taking a deep breath,

she marches up to the splat, and begins lecturing it in her very best

take-no-crap-offa-nobody-Weyrlingmaster voice. "I don't give a dragon's fat

rear end whether you think you're shaped wrong for throwing or not. You were

-supposed- to hit -her-!" A stabbing finger, pointing at Nicole, punctuates

the statement.

D'rien sighs a bit, "Nichole, could you please stop taunting her?" he says in a

tense voice, and his fingers tighten round his juice mug as he stares at

Yilisa.

"Oh dear," are Palia's only words. She eyes the core splat. Just before she

gets up to wipe it up one of the drudges does it and she relaxes as the mess

is cleaned.

Nicole's head tilts back and she laughs heartily as Yilisa scolds the redfruit

core. Grinning she turns back to the greenrider and says, "Well, with that

tone, at least we know your children will most likely be obedient." She looks

over at D'rien and peers at him oddly. "Now, why on earth would I want to do

that? Then she wouldn't know that I love her."

Yilisa blinks, as some stupid drudge has the temerity to wipe the splat off the

wall. Whirling, she fixes the drudge with a look so ferocious that the poor

thing quails in abject terror. "Did I -tell- you to clean that up?" she

roars. "Did I? I was -not- done talking to it!!" Her emerald eyes blaze with

barely contained fury.

Maeveth> Inuth croons softly as he peers around.

Maeveth> T'myn walks off eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Maeveth> T'myn has left.

T'myn ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

T'myn has arrived.

T'myn peeks his head cautiously into the living cavern. Was that shouting he

heard?

D'rien snorts deeply, "You aren't the one that's going to have to deal with her

when her lifemate rises, me and the other male riders are. We Don't need her

furious before her lifemate evem rises. Please, please stop taunting her?" he

says in a soft, faintly pleading tone as his silver eyes darken up a bit and

he shifts on his seat before standing up to pace.

"Sorry," the drudge sets the apple core in front of Yilisa. "Didn't know an

apple knew how to listen." He shuffles off muttering something about proddy

riders.

Kathlyn clears her throat. "Well." And then she just sits there. "Good think

you didn't clean that up, huh, Palia." She overhears D'rien's comment and her

eyes go huge, then swing back to Yilisa. "Rise?" she squeaks.

Now Nicole's eyes roll. She's gone and lost it. "Oh good grief. /You're

proddy/." She heaves a breath and walks to pour two large glasses of redfruit

juice. Muttering "greenriders" under her breath in a tone of amusement, she

walks back to the one in question and hands her one of the glasses. "Oh, let

the drudge be dear. You need to tell me whether the twins are holding up

their own heads yet."

Maeveth> E'ner ambles in from the central part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> E'ner has arrived.

Maeveth> E'ner walks off eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Maeveth> E'ner has left.

E'ner ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

E'ner has arrived.

Maeveth> A'then ambles in from the central part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> A'then has arrived.

Maeveth> Larya ambles in from the central part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> Larya has arrived.

Maeveth> Larya walks off eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Maeveth> Larya has left.

Larya ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

Larya has arrived.

Maeveth> A'then walks off eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Maeveth> A'then has left.

A'then ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

A'then has arrived.

Yilisa heads off the drudge, still in a towering rage. "You do -not- talk back

that way to me!" she roars. "Ever." The word is bitten off with all the

ferocity she can muster--which is quite a lot. The drudge quails again, and

cowers in place until Yilisa flicks one hand at the kitchens. "Get lost. Get

out of here." That said, the blonde turns to fix that same dagger glare on

Nicole...and the rage abruptly vanishes in another one of those smiles.

"They're doing well, though not at that level yet..." She trails off, eyeing

the entering Monaco riders somewhat speculatively.

"I believe so," Palia nods at Kathlyn. "Quite lucky indeed." She shrinks down

in her chair. The Monaco riders cause the apprentice baker to slink lower in

her chair. "Wonder if Ricdan will let me borrow his clothes," she mutters,

"Maybe Jhylor."

The Monaco contingent is here! E'ner steps into the room and is halted by a

vituperative outpouring that would likely make even Eli look loving...and

that's saying some. "Uh..hello.", eyes following the fleeing drudge.

"Monaco's respects"

T'myn winces at the volume-empowered greenrider dominating the cavern. HE

blinks rather incredulously at her final toned down words.

Nicole uses that nice, calm, even tone proddy riders seem to respond to. "It'll

be soon, though, if I remember correctly..." She takes a sip of her juice and

comments casually, "You really shouldn't yell at the drudges like that, you

know. You'll scare them. -- Do you like the juice ok?" The last is asked with

concern, since the other rider hasn't taken a drink yet. Then she notices the

Monaco riders and flickers a hand at them and to the Weyrleader as well.

Kathlyn is seriously distracted by the show Yilisa's putting on, but she

manages to drag her attention back to Palia. "Um... clothes? From a man? Why?"

D'rien just watches Yilisa as he paces, mug in hand. He occasionally licks his

lips before muttering under his breath, "I Know that Fal."

"Just so I won't be noticed," Palia slinks lower in the chair. She's almost

under the table. Probably would be. Amazing this girl with such good posture

is practically bent in half in the chair trying to hide.

A'then follows in behind E'ner, with Larya. He too blinks at the commotion of

Fort's cavern. "Well..." and that's all he says, as eyes scan the faces of

the riders, searching for a possible familiar face, but finds none. He leans

over and murmurs to Larya, "Is it always like this?"

Maeveth> Dalar ambles in from the central part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> Dalar has arrived.

Maeveth> Dalar walks off eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Maeveth> Dalar has left.

Dalar ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

Dalar has arrived.

Maeveth> Sarnah ambles in from the central part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> Sarnah has arrived.

Maeveth> Sarnah walks off eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Maeveth> Sarnah has left.

Sarnah ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

Sarnah has arrived.

Dalar walks on in, whistling to himself. "Ah. Hello all." He walks towards

Kathlyn. "I met you the other day, didn't I?"

Kathlyn wrinkles her nose at Palia. "Um... don't you think it would make you

more noticable to walk around in boy's clothes?" she asks rather dubiously. A

glance up and she offers a bit of a smile to Dalar. "Hello again."

E'ner takes courage in hand like a nervous feline and steps on into the room.

"Monaco's duties.", he repeats again. "I've come looking to speak to J'van, a

weyrling friend of mine. Is he free do you know?"

Larya turns her head, leaning back toawrds A'then, and shrugging her shoulders.

"Not so far as I've ever seen. Wasn't, when I was a kid." She srunches her

face, adding, "Maybe we'll just keep otu of it, or something."

Sarnah follows shortly after Dalar, but doesn't try to strike up a conversation

with anyone. She just finds herself a mug of klah and sits quietly, like a

good little weyrling.

D'rien continues to pace as he nods to the Monacan riders, "Fort's duties to

Monaco and her queens." he says in a vaguely distracted voice as he watches

Yilisa, gaze seeming to get more intense with each moment.

"Nope," Palia shakes her head, barely seen above the tabletop. "Nobody knew who

I was last time." She casts nervous glances around.

Juice? Oh, yeah, juice. Since Yilisa is far from her original mug, she grabs

another one and fills it, before knocking back half the juice in the mug in a

single swallow. Restless eyes rove the room, and settle on...hmmmm...A'then.

"Well, hello there," she fairly purrs, displaying another lightning change of

mood. "What brings you up this way, hm?"

Dalar points to a chair by Kathlyn. "May I sit?" He asks, voice rather gruff.

He grins brightly though. Ah yes...what goes on here indeedy.

Kathlyn ohs at Palia, then grins around the room and leans in to speak to the

other baker in a rather conspiratorial manner. "This is actually kind of fun.

Mother's not around and the last few flights, she practically locked me in

her room." Uh-oh. Curious holder teen on the loose after a flight. Whoah. She

dimples sweetly at Dalar. "Go right ahead!"

A'then blinks vacantly at Yilisa for a moment, head tilted to the side as he

regards the unfamiliar greenrider. "Hello. I'm A'then, Geirelth's rider -

from Monaco Weyr. My cousin recently Impressed at one of your clutches, just

paying her a visit."

Dalar settles down in that chair and leans towards Kathlyn. "How are -you- this

evening?"

Larya has disconnected.

Larya has connected.

"Hmm.. you're right." Palia nods. A green gaze barely over the table edge

swings to D'rien and if one could see the rest of her face, not hidden from

where she's scrunched under the table, a smile might be seen. Then it swings

back to Kathlyn and she says, "I had not thought of that."

Prysm ambles in from the easternmost lower caverns.

Prysm has arrived.

Larya has disconnected.

Larya has connected.

Nicole watches Yilisa's fleeting interest move to new... prey. It might sound

callous... but her dragon is going to feast soon, after all.

Kathlyn shrugs lightly at Dalar. "I can't complain. I have the evening to

myself and there's all sorts of entertainment tonight, too," she grins, then

nods to Palia. "Come on out. It's not as if someone's going to hurt you."

D'rien shakes his head a bit and he rubs at his neck with a faint sigh, still

pacing.

T'myn moves cautiously around the edge of the cavern, keeping one eye on Yilisa.

"They might," a barely imperceptible nod is given to the Monaco riders. Palia

just stays where she's put. No matter how funny she looks.

Dalar nods. "Entertainment yes." He lingers towards Kathlyn, turning his gaze

towards Palia. "Oh yes. Do come on out." He flashes a warm smile her

direction.

"Yilisa." The greenrider's voice is a seductive purr. "A cousin, hm? Well, I'm

one of the assistant weyrlingmasters around here. Maybe I could...help you

find her." Purr, purr, purr. She approaches the knot of people from Monaco, a

definite hip sway adding to her walk.

Larya has disconnected.

Prysm slips in, blue eyes large with, well... something. She smirks slightly

when her gaze falls upon Yilisa. Soo, this is all /her/ fault.

E'ner forgets all about J'van and his visit, for the moment. So this is what

hides up here in the north! His gaze says much that his lips don't dare as

the young bluerider watches A'then be stalked.

Larya has connected.

Nicole casts a somewhat desperate look at T'myn. One that read something along

the lines of 'Please be a dear and give me a graceful exit out of here."

"I think I'll just stay under here. It's much safer," Palia flashes a smile at

Dalar. Her chin comes up over the table edge for just a moment so he can see

the smile and then she goes back to semi-hiding.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Wysoth wings far down, circling the caldera,

leading into the lower bowl sky of Fort Weyr.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Wysoth wings downwards to the center of the bowl.

Talya has arrived.

If A'then knew Yilisa at all, perhaps he'd know whether or not her actions were

out of the ordinary. But, as it stands, the brownrider is clueless.

Nonetheless, he watches her appreciatively as she approaches, head canting to

one side, eyes scanning not rudely over her. A grin tugs at his lips. "Her

name's Chaime, Impressed blue if my correspondence from Crom is the least bit

reliable." though his interest in the wherabouts of his cousin seems to be

fading.

Kathlyn eyes Dalar for a moment, then shrugs at Palia. "Your choice."

D'rien shakes his head hard and he looks towards the bowl before licking his

lips and setting his mug down. His hands wrap round his belt and his gaze

focuses once more on Yilisa.

Dalar looks towards the newest arrival, Prysm. "Well hello to you too." So many

pretty, nonrider girls around. Palia is given another smile and a 'come

hither' crooking of his index finger. "You really should come out. Don't you

want to watch the fun?" He asks, almost purring himself. Kathlyn is given

that same smile and a wink. "You ever been around during a Flight before?"

Larya stays pretty quiet, biting at her lip, and glancing about curiously.

There's a group of young people in one corner, whom she smiles at -- oviously

some kind of former aquaintance there -- then steps back. Thinking, perhaps.

Well seeing as the Monaco rider are occupied, it looks safe to come out. Palia

straightens up, her back and posture going into its normal, taller than I

actually am state. "It doesn't look fun," she gives a nervous glance at the

riders. "It looks like dogs after a piece of meat." She turns back away and

smiles at Dalar. "I don't think we've met. I'm Palia, and I work with Kathlyn

in the kitchens."

D'rien turns his head to look at Dalar suddenly and he frowns at the come

hither glance sent to Palia. He starts to say something and then simply

shakes his head and sighs, "Fal, I Know she is." he mutters under his

breat6he as he steps towards Yilisa.

E'ner isn't after meat. But he could do with a mug of klah just now. It's

-cold- up here in the north. "Excuse me..'scuse me.." The bluerider scoots

his way to the hearth and hopefully a warm drink.

Dalar nods and pulls a chair out next to him. "Pleased to meet you Palia. Would

you like to sit with me maybe?" He pats the seat and smiles. "I'm Dalar."

T'myn has disconnected.

Prysm raises an eyebrow at Dalar, although her cheek twitches slightly.

Quickly, she looks away, hand jutting up to block her eyes from him. She

follows E'ner's example and scoots quickly for the klah, and away from the...

boys.

Kathlyn seems content to sit there sipping her klah and watch the unfolding

drama with avid interest.

Yilisa's smile gets even more seductive, if such a thing is possible. "Chaime.

Yes, she Impressed blue..." The comment about dogs after a piece of meat

reaches her ears, and she delivers a killing glare toward Palia. "I am -not-

meat," she growls out, in the most ferocious tone of voice she can muster.

Abruptly, her voice modulates into the same seductive one she was using

earlier. "Maybe we should go see if we can find her, hm?" she purrs at A'then.

Larya stands up a little straighter, noticing Yilisa's purr at A'then. A chance

to test her will power. Her--tolerance. But -purring-...She says nothing.

D'rien blinks a bit at Yilisa and he shakes his head, "Yilisa, is it wise for

you to be near the Weyrlings Right now? What would M'kal say?" he asks in a

slightly tense voice as he taps Yilisa lightly on the shoulder, if she lets

him near enough to her.

"Well met Dalar," Palia smiles. The look D'rien gives Dalar is noticed and

Palia smiles. "Maybe," she says evasively to Dalar's question of sitting next

to him.

E'ner winces, looking back towards the rider. "Cranky, ain't she?", he asks of

anyone and no one. And yes..E'ner is blithely ignorant of her state. His

equally unknowing lifemate not saying a thing at all about greens or the

shade of their hides.

Nicole says "Something stuffy, no doubt."

Dalar hms and leans towards Kathlyn again. "Can I get you anything? Klah?" To

Palia he grins. "Maybe?"

Kathlyn shakes her head at Dalar and holds up a mug still half-full of warm

klah. "No, thank you," she says politely. "But..." she glances over at Yilisa

and nods a bit, "are proddy riders always this... volatile?"

A'then smirks, fingers absently running back over his newly-cut hair. The

brownrider doesn't look uncomfortable - a tad confused at the erratic mood

shifts, but not uncomfortable. He continues to watch Yilisa, curiosity

sparking in blue eyes, lips drawn into a soft smile. "Wouldn't she be in the

barracks?" he asks, but once again, he seems to have lost interest in the

words he speaks. As Larya seems to have faded back some, he's not aware of

her reaction to the situation.

"Maybe," is all the answer she gives again. A bit of a sly, flirtatious smile

steals across Palia's face. She peeks at Dalar from the corner of her green

eyes.

Dalar nods at Kathlyn. "Sometimes. Depends on the rider. Don't worry though,

it'll be over soon enough." He catches Palia's expression and a look of some

sort of interest comes over his own face. "Well. Maybe is good enough for me.

The seat'll be here for you though."

Yilisa turns abruptly at the tap to her shoulder, and delivers the same,

devastatingly seductive smile to D'rien. "Oh, come now," she says, a sultry

chuckle coloring her voice. "I've been near the weyrlings all week, and

nothing's happened." Well, other than that shouting match with T'ien. "M'kal

wouldn't care." Purr, purr, purr.

Nicole interjects. "Yilisa, dear... Have some juice."

Sarnah walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

Sarnah has left.

Maeveth> Sarnah ambles in from the bright and cheerful living cavern.

Maeveth> Sarnah has arrived.

Maeveth> Sarnah goes home.

Maeveth> Sarnah has left.

D'rien looks back at Yilisa and he shakes his head, "I don't think M'kal will

want you near the Weyrlings, dear. Besides, aren't we enough to keep you

company fro a time?" he says in a soft voice, smile taking on a charming

twinkle as he rests his hand on Yilisa's shoulder.

Larya wrinkles her nose, slipping forward a little, but still saying nothing.

"It's the P word, shard it. I didn't--shards."

Prysm sends E'ner a /look/. Even flirt-face Dalar knows what's going on. He's a

bluerider. Must have a pretty dim-witted dragon. Or atleast, her expression

says so. Her eyes narrow about the room and she groans faintly, dropping her

mug of klah with a *crash* on the floor, and sprinting for someplace safe.

MCW Beach>>In the sky above, Kejeth wings in from the wide green commons below.

MCW Beach>>In the sky above, Kejeth wings upwards to the winds high aloft above

the weyr.

MCW Beach>>High aloft above the weyr, Kejeth wings in from the open sky over

the western weyr.

MCW Beach>>High aloft above the weyr, Kejeth disappears into *between*.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Kejeth wings far down, circling the caldera,

leading into the lower bowl sky of Fort Weyr.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Kejeth wings up, catching a thermal, and rises

into the far reaches of Fort's bowl sky.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Kejeth wings far down, circling the caldera,

leading into the lower bowl sky of Fort Weyr.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Kejeth wings downwards to the center of the bowl.

E'ner hovers near the fire, it's heat creating a pleasant glow on his backside

as he watches the room and the shifting tides of humanity therein.

"Wow..friendly folk.", he murmurs sarcastically as the girl stares at him

like a grub and then flees. He casually takes a sniff at either armpit.

"Nah..not that." As shrug and the dialogue goes silent.

Maeveth> Kejeth lumbers in from the central part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> Kejeth has arrived.

Maeveth> From Kejeth's neckridges, S'rian unbuckles the straps holding him in.

Maeveth> S'rian climbs down from Kejeth's neck.

Maeveth> S'rian has arrived.

Talya emerges from a good gossip session with Adrani, eyes wide with the

images, and emotions from Wysoth. "Oh, Wysoth . . ." she groans, softly,

catching sight of Yilisa. A by now all too familiar flood of instincts,

emotions . . . something catches hold of her as she joins that circle of

admirers.

Maeveth> S'rian walks off eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Maeveth> S'rian has left.

S'rian ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.

S'rian has arrived.

Maeveth> Maeveth is asleep, tail a-twitching.

A'then is well aware of Yilisa's proddiness - but he's not about to point it

out to the greenrider. They almost always deny it anyways. His ears catch

part of Larya's words, though his eyes still follow the greenrider. "Proddy?"

he murmurs under his breath. Those around Monaco know of his dragon -

Geirelth's restlessness at always seeming to miss flights as of late. This

certainly doesn't bother him. In fact, the chance to be able to fly would be

a relief to both dragon and rider.

Maeveth> Wysoth lumbers in from the central part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> Wysoth has arrived.

Prysm walks off eastwards to the eastern part of the lower caverns.

Prysm has left.

S'rian strolls into the living cavern, something held tight under his arm.

Stripping off flight jacket and goggles as he enters the warmer cavern's, he

smiles at a few he recognizes.

Larya nods; not saying anything more. But she's resigned to the fact, and makes

no move to leave, nor any real sign of discomfort. "S'rian," she says,

finally, as the Bronzerider enters, "Join the invasion."

Yilisa rewards D'rien with an almost impossibly seductive look, one hand

lightly grazing the hand the bluerider put on her shoulder. "More than

enough," she purrs, eyes flickering appreciatively. Another name catches her

interest, then, and she turns from D'rien to rest gleaming green eyes on

S'rian. "Shad. How...nice of you to join us." Purr, purr, purr.

D'rien shivvers a bit and he licks his lips before waving to S'rian.

S'rian spots both Larya and A'then and frowns with a curious intent, "What're

you both doing here?" Seems someone's here for reasons other than glowing

greens. His question is quickly answered by the proddy rider herself.

"Shards," he curses quietly and then turns a soft smile on the new mother,

"G'day, Yilisa, it's been awhile."

E'ner doesn't greet his wingmate. In fact, his previous open look turns

shuttered and he glowers behind his mug. Not escape, even in the north.

Kathlyn hrms and nods at Dalar. "Well, it's all very interesting," she says

absently, still watching with obvious interest. No fear here, and maybe

that's a bad thing.

A'then turns his attention away from Yilisa for a moment as S'rian enters. It

takes him a moment to come to his bearings enough to respond to that. "Oh?

Visiting my cousin. She's a weyrling." if he's visiting, why's he standing in

the caverns, eyes following the proddy one's movements?

Larya's comment is wry, "Visiting. Possibly for slightly longer than expected."

She sinks into a seat, fetching herself a class of juice after a moments

pause.

Green eyes watch the interplay between the two riders. "You know that seat

looks very good," Palia states. She gets up and moves around the table,

sitting next to Dalar. "Hello," she smiles up at him through her lashes.

Talya nods, absent look, absent eyes, at S'rian. Her smile is wry as someone's

comment, Larya's? makes it through her clouded mind. "Happens to me often

enough when I go south." she says, to no one in particular. Her emotions are

confused, jumbled, as usual. The object of Wysoth's desire, and her opinions

on the matter are at odds, again.

S'rian nods his head, "Yeah, I get it. No wonder Kejeth was so eager for me to

bring these things to Fiana today." Said with a grunt, the bronzerider casts

a derogatory glance toward the door and his dragon outside. He doesn't notice

E'ner straight off, thank the first egg.

Dalar continues to lean towards Kathlyn. "Interesting, mmhmm." He slides his

gaze along her face, a small smile on his lips. He turns towards Palia then

and leans her way. "Hello." He says softly, gray eyes watching this one now.

Yilisa bestows one last, long, lingeringly promising look on A'then and D'rien,

before moving slowly toward S'rian, hips a-swayin'. "It was...good of you to

come here now, S'rian, I think," she purrs.

Maeveth> Kejeth has just been swinging his great berth this way and that to get

a perfect vantage point of his purpose in coming. With a rumble of

appreciation, his eyes are on the oft-flirty Maeveth.

Maeveth> Maeveth begins to shift, neck and tail stretching in an obviously

sensuous manner. Her eyes remain lidded, even as her wings flutter slightly.

D'rien swallows a bit as he eyes Yilisa, a deep sigh building in his chest

before he releases it. His hands suddenly lift to run through his hair, the

thong holding the strands back tumbles to the floor, "Oh Boy." he says as he

sees Yilisa's look.

E'ner listens and then slowly sets his mug on a nearby table. Carefully, he

steps closer to the group and with his voice vague and obviously talking to

one who is distant, murmurs, "Flight?"

S'rian gulps and stiffens, standing as tall as his large frame allows. "Shards,

Yilisa, you're looking good t'night." What's he saying?! "Had I known I'd run

into you, I'd've brought something for your little ones. Kejeth told me

Maeveth said you had twins. Congratulations." Yeah, that's right, change the

subject.

Kathlyn gives Dalar a rather odd look. "You keep looking at me. Do I have

something on my face?" she asks with a hint of asperity, seeming to know good

and well there's nothing on her face that shouldn't be there.

Maeveth> Wysoth has been watching her for some time, eyes following the bright

ones moves. Every move. Oh, yes, he's confident, sure of himself. He /will/

win. He will! He moves slowly, though, muscle by muscle to catch a better

look at her, now that /his/ view was blocked.

A'then tilts his head and blinks, the obvious anticipation flashing in his

eyes, no doubt projected strongly by the brown outside. He straighens up,

trying for a moment to look taller than he is - but doesn't succeed overmuch.

Eyes glance around the cavern, surprised for a moment to find himself in such

an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar people. He returns to his

senses, however, and swallows deeply.

Maeveth> Kejeth isn't wasting anytime. He's seen the restless green and that's

all this bronze boy needs to know. With a stir of his over-large wings, he's

all but settled only to jump back skyward and aim for the smell of blood that

heralds the feeding grounds.

Nicole turns her head to the bowl, looks blankly away for a moment and then her

eyes blink back into focus. With a sharp, staccato clap of her hands, she

rises to her feet. "Okay, boys. And girlies, in some causes. Time for you to

head for the ground weyr."

"So where do you come from Dalar?" Palia questions. One hand reaches out to lay

softly on his arm as if to claim his tied attention from between the two

bakers. Her other hand reaches up to brush back a golden-red lock.

Maeveth> Kejeth wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Kejeth has left.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Kejeth wings in from the northeastern bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Kejeth drops down to the weyr's feeding grounds.

D'rien swallows suddenly and he jerks softly, "Shards. Yilisa, we need to move

out into the bowl."

"Thank you, Shad," Yilisa says quietly, eyes alight with some strange fire as

she takes one more step toward the bronzerider. Her motion is halted in

mid-stride, though, as something distracts her. "She's waking up," she

breathes, quietly, focus turned entirely inward.

Dalar mms. "I'm from Monaco. The Weyr." He smiles warmly, eyes still looking

Palia over. He turns his gaze towards Kathlyn and leans slightly her way.

"There's nothing on your pretty face, m'lady." He lingers Kathlyn's way, but

he doesn't reject that hand on his arm.

S'rian breathes a gusty sigh of relief. He never was smooth with the ladies -

especially those of the proddy variety - about. That half step backwards

hopefully goes unnoticed as the bronzerider tries to avoid contact with the

greenrider.

Maeveth> Maeveth comes fully awake at the end of that stretch, eyes snapping

open even as her wings snap to full extension. Her eyes, gleaming with shades

of red and violet, whirl as she sweeps the area with one long, appraising

look. That done, the green pushes herself skyward with a single thrust,

headed straight for the feeding grounds.

Talya glances at Nicole, question forming on her lips when she shrugs. She'll

go when Yilisa goes, and not before. Nosir. Something inside, or, perhaps

outside, has shifted, so she's no longer aware of her thoughts, her feelings,

just his.

Maeveth> You wing upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Lower Bowl Sky - Fort Weyr

Maeveth>

The view from this angle in the bowl is stunning. The caldera that hugs

the variegated rocky and dusty terrain below stands in majestic splendour as

it rings the oldest Weyr on Pern, the gigantic Tooth Crag giving standing

silent and eternal sentry. Grays, indigo and blacks fleck the sides of the

ancient volcano's maw, dotted here and there with the eyes of weyrs on either

side. Below, the observer is assured a myriad opportunities for the roaming

gaze - the Lake sparkles against the green pasture of the feeding grounds.

The Star Stones, the largest on Pern, give way down below in the northeast to

the yawning cavern that houses the Weyrfolk and feeds the Weyr. The only

other gaping draw to the eye is the bubbled out hole that leads to the ledges

over the Hatching Grounds.

(OOC: Views are available, type '+view' for details.)

Maeveth> Obvious exits:

Maeveth> Lake Feeding Grounds Hatching Caverns Center Bowl Northeast Bowl

Southwest Bowl Upper Sky Star Stones Lake Shore Ledges

Nicole walks over to Yilisa. One hand is placed firmly on the greenrider's

back. "Yilisa. Pay attention to me, before I make Rhiannoth get involved."

Maeveth> You wing downwards to the feeding pens.

Maeveth> Feeding Grounds - Fort Weyr

Maeveth>

The area is penned in with a sequence of vertical wooden staves, slats

crossing horizontal between each one, to keep the animals within. The fence

reaches high, nearly four feet and a half with the occasional gate to provide

access in its meandering length that stretches out from the mountain side and

is roughly triangular in shape, with its furthest point listing toward the

lake. The fence partitions off a corner of the lake, providing water for the

beasts that live here to drink. The stables, a series of pens and stalls with

hay mangers, march along the mountainside. Its roof is covered with sheets of

metal, providing safety from rain or thread for the animals. There is plenty

of space in this broad field for several different kinds of herds or flocks.

The lake is visible from here, its water shimmering slightly. Far to the

northeast, the 'Tooth Crag' dominates the bowl. Just to the east, south of

the jagged tooth, is the Star Stones peak. The Weyr stretches below the rim

like an irregular oval.

Maeveth> Contents:

Maeveth> Kejeth

Maeveth> Winnoth

Maeveth> Geirelth

Maeveth> Falnerith(#78OVaep)

Maeveth> Astonth(#2130JOQaepqs$)

Maeveth> Obvious exits:

Maeveth> Bowl

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Wysoth wings in from the northeastern bowl floor.

Yilisa blinks at the hand on her back. "Shardit, she's awake," she gasps,

before making a beeline for the bowl. Or a vtol-line, as the case may be.

There aren't bees on Pern.

You amble westwards to the bowl floor outside.

Northeast Bowl - Fort Weyr(#117RIJL)

High overhead, the jagged 'Tooth Crag' looms into the sky, dominating the

oblong bowl with its slanted shadow and great height. The drab grey and brown

stone of the caldera sweeps upwards to either side, fashioning a scooped bowl

out of the mountain and honeycombed with many weyr dwellings. Directly

northeast is the Weyrleader's Complex, its stone stair winding upwards to a

large ledge and weyr entrance, with more stairs leading to the Weyrwoman's

weyr, and a third tier that ties to the Weyrleader's ledge and weyr. Just to

the west is another set of ledges and stairs, the ground weyrs that house the

junior queens. A small tunnel to the medicinal storeroom is just to the east

of the Weyrleader's complex and directly south, the portal of the Living

Caverns, with the ground before it worn with the passage of time. Southwest

spreads the length of the oval bowl, with a shimmering lake at its furthest

southern end.

Please +view for more detail

Contents:

Inuth

Rhiannoth

Juanith

Rievoth

Obvious exits:

Center Bowl Hatching Grounds Living Cavern

FTW LC>>Yilisa walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

FTW LC>>Yilisa has left.

E'ner ambles in from the bright and cheerful living cavern.

E'ner has arrived.

FTW LC>>E'ner walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

FTW LC>>E'ner has left.

From the Lower Sky, Wysoth drops down to the weyr's feeding grounds.

Maeveth> Wysoth wings in from the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Wysoth has arrived.

Talya ambles in from the bright and cheerful living cavern.

Talya has arrived.

FTW LC>>Talya walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

FTW LC>>Talya has left.

Maeveth> Geirelth waits for a moment, whirling eyes fixating on the quickly

scattering herdbeasts. With a loud and powerful cry, hindquarters bunch, and

the oaken brown is airborne - though not for long, as his bulk careens down

upon a herdbeast, shattering its bones, daggerous talons sinking deep into

the neck of the very dead creature, very little crimson liquid spilling onto

the ground. Neatness abounds, composure in wooden form, but make no doubt

about it, a powerful force drives him, a powerful force will send him

soaring. But for now, he bloods.

You amble southwestwards to the central part of the bowl floor.

Center Bowl - Fort Weyr(#100RIJM)

The bowl is roughly oblong, stretching from the northeast where the

mountain ranges to its highest, to the southwest, where some time, in the

distant past, and earthslide rampaged down the side of the mountain, falling

into the lake that fills most of the lower part of the bowl. Jagged rock

points up into the sky over northeast like a dragon's craggy tooth, sloping

down on either side. Southeast along the slope it rises a few meters where a

small ledge for a Watchrider and the massive eye of the Star Stones resides,

where, to herald a Pass, the Red Star will be bracketed.

Down in the bowl floor, to the west, is the large, ground level caverns

that house the Weyrling dragons. South of that, the feeding grounds where the

beasts are kept and the lake. Northeast, almost directly below the 'Tooth

Crag', is the large entrance to the Hatching Cavern, and south along the same

wall, the Living Cavern. North is the Weyrleader's complex as well as the

ground weyrs of junior queens. The weyr bowl holds many hundreds of weyrs

within its sharply defined boundaries. The rocky walls are dotted with many

levels of large caverns and ledges, gouged out of the stone.

Please +view for more detail

Contents:

Charlith

Obvious exits:

Infirmary Weyrling Field Southwest Bowl Northeast Bowl

You amble southwestwards to the southwestern part of the bowl floor.

Southwest Bowl - Fort Weyr(#170RIL)

The sand and graveled ground of the oval bowl narrows here in the

southwest, emptying into a wide lake. The land that butts up against the pond

is sandier there than elsewhere, providing almost a cushioning spot for those

wishing to enjoy the cool water. Tumbling down into the very edge of the

water on the opposite side is the remnants of a landslide, ages old. A fence

partitions off the small north corner of the lake against the west mountain

wall and stretching in a large, vaguely triangular shape that juts out toward

the lake's beach. Inside the fence are kept the food beasts and runners of

the Weyr. Several ground weyrs that line the eastern wall loom wide and open,

storage caverns that bunker the Weyr's supply of firestone, the smell that

continually exudes from them faintly sulfurous. Yet more weyrs delve deep

into the rock and earth of the slopping walls, layer upon layer of them

reaching to the very rim.

The lake is visible from here, its water shimmering slightly. Far to the

northeast, the 'Tooth Crag' dominates the bowl. Just to the east, south of

the jagged tooth, is the Star Stones peak.

Please +view for more detail

Obvious exits:

Lake Feeding Grounds Center Bowl

You amble westwards to the weyr corrals and feeding pens.

Feeding Grounds - Fort Weyr

The area is penned in with a sequence of vertical wooden staves, slats

crossing horizontal between each one, to keep the animals within. The fence

reaches high, nearly four feet and a half with the occasional gate to provide

access in its meandering length that stretches out from the mountain side and

is roughly triangular in shape, with its furthest point listing toward the

lake. The fence partitions off a corner of the lake, providing water for the

beasts that live here to drink. The stables, a series of pens and stalls with

hay mangers, march along the mountainside. Its roof is covered with sheets of

metal, providing safety from rain or thread for the animals. There is plenty

of space in this broad field for several different kinds of herds or flocks.

The lake is visible from here, its water shimmering slightly. Far to the

northeast, the 'Tooth Crag' dominates the bowl. Just to the east, south of

the jagged tooth, is the Star Stones peak. The Weyr stretches below the rim

like an irregular oval.

Contents:

Wysoth

Maeveth(#999Oaeps)

Kejeth

Winnoth

Geirelth

Falnerith(#78OVaep)

Astonth(#2130JOQaepqs$)

Obvious exits:

Bowl

FTW LC>>A'then walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

FTW LC>>A'then has left.

FTW LC>>"Oh," Palia's hands lips from Dalar's arm. At the word Monaco she sits

back in her chair regarding Dalar thoughtfully. "Welcome to Fort Weyr," she

states politely but no longer flirtatiously.

Kejeth swoops in from the north, his wings spread wide to catch a brace of

wind. Passing over the top of the herd and avoiding other dragons, he sweeps

over near the lake and drops swiftly only a pinned buck. With a squeal of

resistance that's cut off all too soon, the beast is soon drained of it's

life-sustaining blood.

FTW LC>>Larya walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

FTW LC>>Larya has left.

Talya ambles in from the southwestern bowl floor.

Talya has arrived.

A'then ambles in from the southwestern bowl floor.

A'then has arrived.

FTW LC>>S'rian walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

FTW LC>>S'rian has left.

E'ner ambles in from the southwestern bowl floor.

E'ner has arrived.

S'rian ambles in from the southwestern bowl floor.

S'rian has arrived.

Larya ambles in from the southwestern bowl floor.

Larya has arrived.

FTW LC>>D'rien walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.

FTW LC>>D'rien has left.

D'rien ambles in from the southwestern bowl floor.

D'rien has arrived.

Wysoth wastes no time being choosy, but rather, swoops in on the first animal

to catch his eye, a smallish, young herdbeast. A snapped neck soon follows,

for the herdbeast, anyway, and the blood never even has a chance to hit the

air.

Maeveth makes her appearance, the lowering winter sun reflecting greenly off

her sparkling hide, lending the dragon an aureate luminescence above and

beyond that given to her by her proddy state. She wastes no time, landing

squarely on the back of a herdbeast, who barely has time to bawl in terror

before the wet *crack* of its spine breaking ends its last plea. A single

savage slash of a talon slits the beast's belly open, and she lowers her head

to partake of the feast, pausing only long enough to hiss at the males who

have the temerity to intrude at this, of all times.

E'ner is pulled along by invisible strings wielded in the lusty claws of yonder

blooding blue. Wild-eyed, he looks about at the rest of the grouping and then

at a transformed Astonth. "Only the blood.", he murmurs mechanically, as he

finds himself drawn to someone her really doesn't know.

S'rian trails along with the crowd of riders, hanging back as far as is

permissible. Thankfully, he's also far back from E'ner, though /that/ will

have to be settled later. An unusual smirk alights on his mouth as he watches

the gory scene unfolding.

FTW LC>>Kathlyn arches a brow at Dalar, before relaxing into a rather sardonic

smirk. "Ahh. Well, thank you for the compliment," she says noncommittally.

She eyes Palia's reaction and just shakes her head.

FTW LC>>Nicole watches the mass exodes and then sinks back into a chair before

the hearth. "Well, at least it will be modestly quiet in here."

Winnoth's wings flutter as he stretches them out, seeking space about him as

his limbs make the second attack of honor against the milling herdbeasts.

Each is viewed, carefuly, but with consideration to efficiency, one at last

chosen, and beast meets mouth, blood dripping down throat, but missing even a

single droplet across his handsome muzzle. He is the blue, the daring. The

only One she could ever want. A soft warble to her, but not too much, because

that would take time. One does not woo, they catch.

Yilisa has somehow made it to the railing separating the beasts from the rest

of the bowl. Her hands close convulsively on the splintering wood, eyes

narrowed with the effort of controlling her lifemate. "Blood, shardit," she

hisses. "No meat."

A'then nearly runs down to the feeding grounds, tripping over his own feet on

occasion, but regaining his bearings rather quickly. He blinks, trying to

clear his vision. The sight of his dragon blooding does not seem to affect

him - indeed, a smile forms across his features.

FTW LC>>Dalar nods to Kathlyn. "Only the truth m'dear. Only the truth." He then

blinks as he feels that hand slip away and turns his gaze back towards Palia.

"Something wrong?" He asks, one of his hands coming up to trail a finger down

her jawline.

Larya slips after people, a faint smile across her face, as she leans against a

post at the edge of the grounds, watching Winnoth with precise eye. "Good

boy, just like that. My little Winner."

Astonth has his muzzle wrapped about the oddly crooked neck of a downed beast

and the sucking sound of blood being taken down a dragon's throat seeps

through the rest of the ruckus. Twisting his tail out of the way of a pursued

buck, he casts this first carcass aside and goes for another.

D'rien shudders as Falnerith finishes draining his herdbeast and he leaps up

and out, muzzle wrapping around the neck of a Wherry. He kills it with a

simple bite before he starts to slurp the crimson liquid from the dying

fowl's neck. His chest is dotted with purple, where the ruby droplets have

dried on his hide, but he cares not, all his attention is focused om the

lovely green beauty before him.

Talya follows, always keeping /her/ in sight, her being Yilisa, of course. Her

features have transformed to a sort of bloodthirstiness reflected by her

dragons actions. No need to instruct Wysoth, he knows. He knows.

Geirelth drains the beast until it is a lifeless and bloodless corpse against

the verdant green of the feeding grounds. With a scrape of sepia talons that

sends bits of dirt flying, oaken brown leaps upwards, wingsails spreading,

backed sunlight shining faintly through root-loamed patterns before he lands

on the ground with a thunderous crash, neck craning out to snap at the side

of another creature. A slash and it's dead, and he bloods once again.

Waste not, want not. And though Kejeth wants, he shall not waste his energy on

warbles and croons for the green. Ho-no, all of that's presently put into his

thirst for blood. As the buck is thrown aside, his wings unfurl as he holds

them out horizontally to carry him in a 'hop' that lands him on a shrieking

wherry. Proto-feathers dust the air like cotton floating on the wind before

the flapping and squalking is ceased by the clamp of Kejeth's bronze jaw.

FTW LC>>Kathlyn simply mmms and removes herself to refresh her mug of klah,

nodding politely to Nicole as she passes by.

From the Lower Sky, Charlith wings far down, circling the caldera, leading into

the lower bowl sky of Fort Weyr.

Charlith wings in from the lower bowl sky.

Charlith has arrived.

A'nol grasps the straps and dismount from Charlith.

A'nol has arrived.

S'rian leans his hand against the fence of the feeding pens. Darkened hazel

eyes watch with a mesmerized intensity, focused as they are on Yilisa. The

smile that creases his lips doesn't quite make it's way to his eyes.

FTW LC>>She jerks back from the touch, outrage shining in her eyes at such

impertinence. Then realizing the flirtations being continued, humor lights up

in those green orbs. A slip of a smile comes over Palia's face. "Only one

thing but apparently not the rest," she says cryptically not explaining. She

looks out of the corner of her eye at Dalar and a grin shys over her mouth at

some amusing thought.

A'nol slips down from Charlith's strap-less back and lands easily on his feet,

eyes all fuzzy and fogged with sleep. He grumbles darkly as Charlith leaps

towards the beasts in the pens and takes down a fat wherry with a great chomp

of teeth, blooding the kill messily. He has some catching up to do afterall.

FTW LC>>Dalar cocks his head. "Oh? I hope I haven't upset you. I wouldn't want

to do that now would I?" He smiles and leans towards Palia some more, that

hand resting on -her- arm. Eyes flick towards Kathlyn as she walks away, but

they're soon back to Palia.

Maeveth finishes draining the flattened herdbeast, raising her crimsoned muzzle

from the carcass to hiss at her rider's directives. The flaccid corpse is

kicked aside as a single, almost negligent swipe of a paw impales an ovine on

razor-sharp talons. The wooly beast is smacked against the ground furiously,

the green dragon making sure to beat the creature into certain death before

tearing into its belly greedily, slurping at the crimson vitae that spills

forth onto the winter-locked ground below.

FTW LC>>Her gaze flickers to Kathlyn's form noting Dalar's interest. Palia

tilts her head just a little bit and says, "You have not upset me no." A hand

reaches out to pat Dalar's hand on her arm. "So why are you visiting Fort

Weyr today?" she questions graciously.

FTW LC>>Kathlyn is more or less completely unaware of both sets of eye on her.

She stands near the serving table, chatting with another woman from the

kitchens.

Tail curled about him, Winnoth pounces, taking an easy kill with talons, and

teeth, barred. He is the deepest perfection of this barren sort, the only one

worthy. But until his worth is proved to them all, when it is his dark hide

that wraps about hers, he will content himself with being the best. Blooding

the best, flying the best. With a modicrum of bloody droplets, the sanguine

matching his hide in cosmic array, he drinks, head raised to the sky as he

finished, a bugle, loud, even nasal, emerging from within.

Red against white would make an interesting pattern here, if anyone cared to

notice. Wysoth most certainly doesn't, as he finds, and tears into, his next

kill. All that wasted meat . . . This time he needs the reminder, but Talya's

voice isn't soft, murmering, it's harsh, compatible with the still

bloodthirsty expression she wears.

Charlith jerks his head up from the kill, the sweet lines of his muzzle tainted

by blood. His neck arches, his shoulders hunch forward, ready for an instant

as though she might be ready to fly. No--there's still time." He tosses his

head back and forth in agitation before pinning a buck with the blunt of his

muzzle, crushing the struggling body in the blink of an eye, blooding

silently.

Falnerith continues to drain his wherry, wings stretching out slightly as the

blue crouches as he feeds off the last crimson drops. His tongue snakes out

to get every drop he can as he waits for Maeveth. He finaly drops the wherry

to the ground, going after a second one, tongue lapping out as he bashes it

to the ground and drags it to his mouth. If the blow didn't kill it, the

bitew on it's throat certainly does as Fal starts to croon as he sucks the

rich liquid energy from the fowl in preperation of giving his all to woo

Maeveth into his wings.

Kejeth gives the wherry's body a shake to make sure he got all the good stuff

and then tosses it roughly aside. With a fervent desire expanding within him,

his blue-fogged eyes are rapidly turning a vibrant shade of laced violet. As

a flying blue scares a few stray bovines his way, he slashes his left forearm

out to sink razor-sharp claws into it's hip. The animal is whirled about by

the strike and bawls in terror as it ends up facing the open mouth of the

hungry bronze. Kejeth's long tail lashes out like a playing feline as he

drops his head to sink his fangs into the animals neck.

Yilisa is oblivious to the splinters forming in the wood of the railing, eyes

firmly intent on her dragon, emerald darkening nearly to forest and pine's

depths as she locks wills with the green dragon.

Geirelth bloods two more creatures with startling ferocity and precision,

leaving lifeless carcasses in his wake, talons tearing up the ground as

outstretched sepia tones rips carelessly agains thte ground. Now, he waits,

feeling the blood of the beasts searing through his ichor, muscles twitching,

wings held high in the anticipation of what is next.

FTW LC>>Dalar doesn't seem to notice Kathlyn anymore. She's way over there, and

Palia's right here. "I'm thinking of staying actually. I like it here. So

many...-nice- people." He smiles and continues to watch Palia.

Astonth is as quick and agile as his appearance suggests. Almost before the

green's ovine bleats its last, he has snagged one of its fleeing compatriots.

He cares little about death and everything about blood at this point. And so

the poor beast is still bleating it's last even as his fangs meet within its

belly.

A'then glances about him, the faces and figures of all others faded out, like

in a dream. They become insubstantial to him, as light as the air and just as

passable. Eyes only view her - Yilisa, as his dragon's eyes will soon only

look upon Maeveth. Booted feet shift lightly on the ground, but even the

ground itself seems unreal, as he's lost through the fog of dragonlust, only

the greenrider's figure sharp and clear.

A'nol rubs at one of his eyes and yawns. "I can't believe you hauled me away

from bed for this." He grumbles, closing his eyes.

Larya wraps fingers about a fencepost, resting her slight body against it with

careful consideration. Eyes fall towards Yilisa, watching, awiting,

anticipating. Lips part, slowly. A brief smile tugs at the edges of her lips.

S'rian's eyes remain intently locked on the young woman causing this

disturbance. His nostrils flare with the smell of blood thick in the air and

he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue. His feet kick anxiously at the

ground beneath them, impatient as his dragon for the flight to really get

started.

Maeveth tosses aside the corpse of the ovine, sending it flying toward one of

the males. Which one, she cannot tell, nor does she care. A short hop brings

her to the back of a bovine who had the bad luck to be standing too nearby,

the wet, sickening *crunch* of shattering spine and crumbling bone echoing

and re-echoing throughout the the feeding grounds. A defiant hiss is voiced

before she rips into the neck of the beast, sucking out the lifeblood which

spills forth.

Geirelth sidesteps the tosses ovine, tail sweeping outwards to push violently

at the last remains of one of the slaughtered beasts. A low throated rumble,

calm in its pure note is sent towards Maeveth, wings still held aloft in the

air, oaken muzzle tinted the colour of ash due to the crimson life that

splatters his jaw.

E'ner has both hands on the fence now, white knuckles splayed as he

concentrates. The movements and voices of the other riders seem almost

surreal. A distant feeling coming over him and he swallows, swearing he

almost could taste the blood flowing down Astonth's throat. As he mimics the

others in centering the greenrider in his gaze, he's also inside the pen. A

strange blend of his thoughts and his lifemates's.

Winnoth is small, his muscle is compact. This is little downfall, perhaps more

even a benefit for the tense blue, who tosses away the naked carcass of his

last kill, liquid hues of his hide shimmering as muscles flex, awaiting time

for takeoff. His preperation is complete; -now- and only now, may he truly

watch that green beauty.

Wysoth watches the green to the point of almost missing his next kill,

correcting at the last second to latch onto it, biting clear through the neck

in his exuberence. Again, Talya bites out the harch reminder, moving closer

to the object of her? his? desire.

D'rien shivers as he watches Falnerith, the blue's throat rippling with each

swallow until the blue is finished with the wherry. Falnerith drops the poor

thing and just crouches and waits, body ready for the crucial leap into the

sky to follow after the sweet green star that's fallen to Pern and seeks to

fly back high into the sky where she belongs.

Kejeth growls like a crazed watchweyr as a large brown crowds his space.

Displaying his prowess to the other dragon, teeth snap loudly in the cold

winter air. However, Kejeth doesn't wait for the brown to move off but does

so himself with a quick snap of his wings. Winds buffet his sails as he

glides a few dragonlengths away to pounce on a small female herdbeast. She

goes down silently as if dying of shock, but the bronze doesn't notice her

ease of submission... only the blood that flows out her belly at his command.

Charlith snorts and blows a spray of bloody mist from his lips and nostrils.

His tail whips around dangerously behind him, uncaring of who might bet

slaped around back there. The whole of his attention if frontward driven.

Digging trenches in the muddy earth he draws himself forward, stretching out

his brown frame fully, extending his muscles as he reaches and takes down a

herdbeast. No fancy moves, no neat flick of the wrist--he's simply getting

the blooding done. Time enough for slick stunts later.

Astonth seems to take his last beast as an afterthought. It's lifejuices

running down both the inside and outside of his throat as he flings his head

skyward, carcass a dangle.

S'rian doesn't seem to notice the bite of the cold air, his own warmth coming

vicariously through his dragon. Thank the first egg, since it seems he's left

his jacket behind in the cavern. He'll pay for that later, but for now the

only thing on his mind is the blond bombshell that keeps /all/ their

attentions.

Maeveth slurps hungrily at the blood that gushes from the fallen bovine's neck,

each passing second bringing more of a luminous glow to her already

shimmering absinthine hide. Without warning, she tosses the bovine aside,

talons rending the earth before her. Equally without warning, she flings

herself skyward, wings stretching to their utmost extent, glorying savagely

in the gift of flight and her ability to leave those males far, far behind.

A'nol scratches at his stomach and his face splits in a huge yawn that seems to

show all of his teeth.

Wysoth lifts himself from the ground, graceful, careful, after the green,

glowing against the sky. Winter's winds can hinder, or help, as he moves,

trying to catch the thermals, the breezes, to get the early speed needed to

get past those smaller, pesky blues. But he has stamina! Is it enough?

Wysoth wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Wysoth has left.

From the Lower Sky, Wysoth springs into the air from the corrals.

Yilisa watches her green rocket skyward, hands almost convulsively leaving the

railing. Without a word, she turns on a heel, and stumbles through the pack

of riders, heading for her weyr.

You amble eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Southwest Bowl - Fort Weyr(#170RIL)

The sand and graveled ground of the oval bowl narrows here in the

southwest, emptying into a wide lake. The land that butts up against the pond

is sandier there than elsewhere, providing almost a cushioning spot for those

wishing to enjoy the cool water. Tumbling down into the very edge of the

water on the opposite side is the remnants of a landslide, ages old. A fence

partitions off the small north corner of the lake against the west mountain

wall and stretching in a large, vaguely triangular shape that juts out toward

the lake's beach. Inside the fence are kept the food beasts and runners of

the Weyr. Several ground weyrs that line the eastern wall loom wide and open,

storage caverns that bunker the Weyr's supply of firestone, the smell that

continually exudes from them faintly sulfurous. Yet more weyrs delve deep

into the rock and earth of the slopping walls, layer upon layer of them

reaching to the very rim.

The lake is visible from here, its water shimmering slightly. Far to the

northeast, the 'Tooth Crag' dominates the bowl. Just to the east, south of

the jagged tooth, is the Star Stones peak.

Please +view for more detail

Obvious exits:

Lake Feeding Grounds Center Bowl

You amble northeastwards to the central bowl floor.

Center Bowl - Fort Weyr(#100RIJM)

The bowl is roughly oblong, stretching from the northeast where the

mountain ranges to its highest, to the southwest, where some time, in the

distant past, and earthslide rampaged down the side of the mountain, falling

into the lake that fills most of the lower part of the bowl. Jagged rock

points up into the sky over northeast like a dragon's craggy tooth, sloping

down on either side. Southeast along the slope it rises a few meters where a

small ledge for a Watchrider and the massive eye of the Star Stones resides,

where, to herald a Pass, the Red Star will be bracketed.

Down in the bowl floor, to the west, is the large, ground level caverns

that house the Weyrling dragons. South of that, the feeding grounds where the

beasts are kept and the lake. Northeast, almost directly below the 'Tooth

Crag', is the large entrance to the Hatching Cavern, and south along the same

wall, the Living Cavern. North is the Weyrleader's complex as well as the

ground weyrs of junior queens. The weyr bowl holds many hundreds of weyrs

within its sharply defined boundaries. The rocky walls are dotted with many

levels of large caverns and ledges, gouged out of the stone.

Please +view for more detail

Obvious exits:

Infirmary Weyrling Field Southwest Bowl Northeast Bowl

You amble onwards to the weyr shared by Yilisa and Maeveth.

Yilisa and Maeveth's Weyr -- Fort Weyr(#878RAJh)

A spacious cavern opens up into an almost perfect circle, though the

cavern tends toward oval extremes where the bowl entrance has been carved

out, and the smaller tunnel leading to the living chamber. The rocky walls

are smooth and rippled as if once, years and years before the Weyr was

habitable, this might have been a magma tunnel. There is no dragon's couch in

this room, though a hollow has been gouged out of the stone, making it appear

as if it were a large bowl. Luckily, the entire weyr is raised from the bowl

floor so that flooding is no danger to this dragon's rest. The hollow is

filled with springy, fragrant grasses and covered with quilts to make it more

comfortable.

Through the tunnel there is a rather large room. A fireplace of stone has

been carved out of the smooth, rippled volcanic rock with a chimny that

extends up and through the rock, emerging somewhere else to carry away smoke.

A rug of soft green fabric has been woven and lies beside the bed that is not

too far from the fireplace. The bed is old, made from pine and aged into a

soft gray, shining with a thick, lustrous polish. Several furs cover the bed

along with many pillows. A desk is pushed up against a wall beset with

several niches provided for glows. On that desk is a bag that healers

normally carry about. Inside the bag are many new healer's utensils,

obviously a gift left here for Yilisa.

Obvious exits:

Bowl

Maeveth> Astonth crouches low with the pale northern light doing rambling

highlights over taut haunches and half-spread wings. Eyes a whirl in

excitement, he springs after the rest of the pack. His lighter blue frame

letting him quickly gain height in front ot the lumbering bronzes and browns.

Maeveth> Winnoth was ready for this moment, his body tense, his muscles

perfect. Upwads, he pushes, great wings making a rapid movement towards the

sky, then pushing, and hurtling the small, blue body high into the blue

beyonds. Blue goes where blue is, and blue is always the best, in the blue.

Above, and beyond, he reaches, grasping for the sky with outstretched wings.

UP!

Maeveth> Winnoth wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Winnoth has left.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Winnoth springs into the air from the corrals.

Maeveth> Larya walks off eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Maeveth> Larya has left.

Maeveth> Astonth wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Astonth has left.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Astonth springs into the air from the corrals.

Maeveth> Talya walks off eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Maeveth> Talya has left.

Talya ambles in from the bowl.

Talya has arrived.

Larya ambles in from the bowl.

Larya has arrived.

Maeveth> Geirelth was ready for that, and no sooner is Maeveth off the ground

than he follows, leaping into the air, wings tightly held to his side as

powerful forelegs push him upwards. Once the leap is executed, wings spread

out like a ship's sails unfurling to catch a breath of wind which aids in his

ascent.

Maeveth> A'then walks off eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Maeveth> A'then has left.

A'then ambles in from the bowl.

A'then has arrived.

Maeveth> Charlith grunts softly, his sun gone away. No wait, that was like to

sun that will be again. He drops the crushed throat from his jaws and his

eyes follow the comet streaking away, leaving him suddenly

cold...emptly...yearning. The nealy harvested blood fuels his desires as he

springs into the air, giving chase.

Maeveth> E'ner walks off eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Maeveth> E'ner has left.

Maeveth> Falnerith leaps upward, with a deep bugle, legs thrusting him high as

he darts into a thermal to ease his assent and save his strength for when

he'll need it. His blue body glimmers, eyes whirl a deep lavander as he seeks

to follow after the sweet, sexy delight that has so caught his eye. His head

and tail are arrow straight as he seeks to wend his way through the

competitors to claim what he feels is his.

Maeveth> D'rien walks off eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Maeveth> D'rien has left.

Maeveth> A'nol walks off eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Maeveth> A'nol has left.

A'nol ambles in from the bowl.

A'nol has arrived.

Maeveth> Kejeth had his head still buried in his meal, but unmistakable is the

sudden shift of dynamics and so his wings stretch to their full limit before

he even brings his head up. With a strong downward sweep and a powerful,

heaving lunge of his hindlegs, the bronze is skyborne without a second

thought.

D'rien ambles in from the bowl.

D'rien has arrived.

Maeveth> Falnerith wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Falnerith has left.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Falnerith springs into the air from the corrals.

Maeveth> S'rian walks off eastwards to the southwestern bowl floor.

Maeveth> S'rian has left.

Maeveth> Charlith wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Charlith has left.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Charlith springs into the air from the corrals.

S'rian ambles in from the bowl.

S'rian has arrived.

Maeveth> Geirelth wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Geirelth has left.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Geirelth springs into the air from the corrals.

Maeveth> Kejeth wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Kejeth has left.

Maeveth> From the Lower Sky, Kejeth springs into the air from the corrals.

E'ner ambles in from the bowl.

E'ner has arrived.

Maeveth> You wing upwards to the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Lower Bowl Sky - Fort Weyr

Maeveth>

The view from this angle in the bowl is stunning. The caldera that hugs

the variegated rocky and dusty terrain below stands in majestic splendour as

it rings the oldest Weyr on Pern, the gigantic Tooth Crag giving standing

silent and eternal sentry. Grays, indigo and blacks fleck the sides of the

ancient volcano's maw, dotted here and there with the eyes of weyrs on either

side. Below, the observer is assured a myriad opportunities for the roaming

gaze - the Lake sparkles against the green pasture of the feeding grounds.

The Star Stones, the largest on Pern, give way down below in the northeast to

the yawning cavern that houses the Weyrfolk and feeds the Weyr. The only

other gaping draw to the eye is the bubbled out hole that leads to the ledges

over the Hatching Grounds.

(OOC: Views are available, type '+view' for details.)

Maeveth> Contents:

Maeveth> Kejeth

Maeveth> Geirelth

Maeveth> Charlith

Maeveth> Falnerith(#78OVaep)

Maeveth> Astonth(#2130JOQaepqs$)

Maeveth> Winnoth

Maeveth> Wysoth

Maeveth> Obvious exits:

Maeveth> Lake Feeding Grounds Hatching Caverns Center Bowl Northeast Bowl

Southwest Bowl Upper Sky Star Stones Lake Shore Ledges

Maeveth> Maeveth rips through the darkening skies, the frigid winter air

cooling a body heated by that most undeniable of urges. Emerald wings spread

to catch the night air, cupping it almost caressingly as she soars through

the skies, content to finally be free of the ground and its confines.

Yilisa is sitting on the end of her bed, hands now firmly locked around the

wood of the bedstead, An almost feral expression colors her features as she

sweeps the assembled riders with an expression at once sensual and triumphant.

Larya slips against the wall, head turned towards the doorway, catching a

breath of air. Her hair is ruffled by a breeze, red curls floating about her

shoulders. Eyes turn back, bringing themselves up towards Yilisa. Watching,

with wide-eyed lust.

Maeveth> Falnerith croons softly before falling silent, his wings beating sure

and steady as he lifts higher, following the gem that has his body burning so

hotly. His every wingbeat sending him after her, the jewel for which he

pursues with avid faight and derring-do. He won't stop until his body cradles

her close. Each move of his tail and wings portrays that attitude as he echos

every move Maeveth makes.

Maeveth> Astonth is fueled by youth, optimism and an unwavering belief in his

own abilities. And don't discount new found lust either. A most powerful

motivation for a youngster like he. Wings seeming to be pushed by the winds,

his tail whips in the trailing breeze as he arrows in the green's own path.

Maeveth> Geirelth follows. Nostrils flare as the scent of blood still fresh on

his muzzle intermingles with the sweet fragrance of Maeveth. Wings push in a

neat twist downwards, the thrum of his wings neither hurrying nor erratic.

No, in fact he seems to be steadfastly climbing upwards. Stamina is his

strength - and the blood of the herdbeasts pushes ichor through his veins.

Maeveth> Wysoth wings his way upwards, onwards, after the green, visible

against the dusk, the dark. He would find her even if she were not, though,

because he can. He would! He knows the thermals here, he's flown before, and,

though he doesn't do it on purpose, he catches rides on those thermals now,

saving his energy.

A'then stumbles once again, but no sooner is he inside, than he continues his

vigil upon Yilisa with a strange sort of reserved calmness that's echoed in

his dragon's form. Lips purse, he too tasting the salty tang of blood on his

lips, though his own are free from it. He's still heavily disoriented, but

his purpose is clear - to catch and please Yilisa, as Geirelth's is for

Maeveth.

Maeveth> Charlith flies with the steady, no-nonsense manner that he used to

blood. Steadly even beats of his wings carry him higher and faster. His

jeweled eyes gleam with desires, though nowhere near as brightly as the

object of his affections. Oh no.

Maeveth> Kejeth, although bronze, is suprisingly quick to lift off behind the

lovely green. Cutting the cold air with each downstroke of his shining wings,

he pursues her with a persistence that is undeniable. The usually practical

and stolid bronze is suddenly *not* as the lust that is mirrored in his

violet eyes is focused solely upon Maeveth.

A'nol crosses his arms and stands against the door leading out of the room,

legs braced slightly apart.

Maeveth> Winnoth is the epitomy of efficiency, his movements each according to

the effort required, to reach this thermal, to sprint through that current.

His hide gleams in the light of the evening, the last rays of the sun

capturing the perfection so evident. Clouds would clear about him, if he so

desired, but that's not what he wants -- Maeveth is. Wings widen, beating a

steady tattoo as he reaches for the forefront, his serious attention placed

on acheiving that goal, and doing it -now-. No wooing; he was not made to

woo, but he'll show his skill. Always.

Talya takes her usual post, near a doorway. Out of striking range of Yilisa.

Her eyes are glued to the greenrider now. She never noticed just how . . .

desirable Yilisa is. The thought spurs her to move, closer, then back, a

relentless pace.

Maeveth senses Winnoth touches your mind, whisper-light tendrils turning into

garish puce and yellow as his nasal voice emerges. << Efficient, my dear, and

then you would fly well. I would teach you, if you cared to know. >>

D'rien stands by the entrance to the Weyr, his hands locked on his beltloops as

his gaze locks onto Yilisa, unmoving as his lifemate tries to woo her mate in

the sky. His breath rises and falls rapidly as he seems to be just shy of

panting.

E'ner finds his way in small bursts of unaltered vision, to the woman's weyr.

Yilisa is her name? Not even time for a proper introduction! Den finds an

empty spot and crouches to balance upon his heels, hands clasped in front of

him. He is aware of all in the room. But it's a vision shared with his

lifemate and he's never sure if they wear human faces or blood smeared

muzzles and wide-veined wings.

S'rian strides into the room with a purposeful air, this bestowed upon him by

his fearless lifemate. Making his way through the other competitors, he takes

a vantage point close to the bed's end, but far enough away to not be within

reach of a proddy greenrider. Some of them have nails like knives... then

again, some of them just have the knives!

Maeveth> Maeveth bugles triumphantly, the heat of the chase and the passions

involved momentarily a sidelight to the glorious sensation of finally, after

months and months of being ground-bound, tasting the air and feeling the wind

running over her wings again. The pursuers are not far from her mind, though,

as she executes a neat barrel roll that gains her still more distance on the

pack, before a sharp snap of her wings brings her back to normal flight...as

normal as a mating flight can be, that is.

Maeveth> Geirelth does not give in to the powerful scream of desire that is

contained in the solid ash of composure and outward calm. His eyes scream

with lust, but his form is schooled into rigorous patience. Sepia talons claw

relentlessly at the air, as if he could hope to gain some handhold and thrust

him furthur into the darkening sky, to aid in his capture of the Lady green.

But no, it is only air, insubstantial and will give him no aid in climbing

furthur into the sky. cottony atmosphere is breached with a flip of powerful

wings, the beat of his heart becoming the drum to which he sets his pace.

Steady eyes watch the air dancer's acrobatics, but he does not follow suit.

Stamina.

Maeveth> Winnoth (Larya) just looked at me.

Yilisa fairly growls at the riders who have the temerity to intrude on -her-

weyr. Transformed from her normal cool, collected self by the passions of a

flight, she snarls at the assembled riders.

A'then is himself, but apart, part of his being trapped within a dragon's form,

and his dragon trapped within a human one. His eyes blaze with unhidden lust,

unhidden desire that pour in their focus upon the sitting Yilisa. His eyes -

that have always been so telling, shine like crystal blue beacons lighting up

his face as he watches her intently from where he stands, strides away from

her bed.

Maeveth> Charlith emits only the crisp snap of wingsails and the silent flex

and pump of muscles under his honey-brow and caramel hide. Arching, he

follows the progress of the sleek, swift green, cutting slightly lower than

she does, his climb not nearly so steep so he can gain some distance.

Maeveth> Astonth indulges in fewer of his normal acrobatics than might be

thought by some. No fancy manuevers, no daring bursts of speed. He's

remarkably controlled as he wings steadily in her wake. The barrel roll brins

a baritone wash of approval, rumbling from his throat. His admiration for the

rejoicing green before him growing.

Maeveth> Wysoth slides through the air, not near as fast as lightening, and, in

fact, near the back of the pack, but still there, still with them. His wings

work quickly, keeping, at least, apace with the other persuers, though they

are ignored. Green hide captures his eyes, green hide is followed, neatly,

copied in her every move.

You sense that Winnoth senses Maeveth's only reply is short, and simple. << We

shall see. >>

Maeveth> Falnerith easily follows Maeveth, beating his wings harder for a few

moments to try and close some of the distance on the shimmering emerald form

that cuts through the air so sweetly. His tail whips out behind him, as if he

were swimming through the air almost lazily. His glowing lavander eyes stay

on Maeveth, she is the only thing he sees, the only thing that matters to him

in this place and time.

D'rien gives a faint gasp as Yilisa starts to growl, eyes unwavering as he

takes a few steps forward, rather than retreating.

Maeveth> Kejeth can't even dream of attempting such a graceful maneuver as the

one Maeveth just pulled off. He can, however, put to good use his large wings

and extra-long tail. With a hiss at a neighboring blue, he snaps one wing in

as the other sweeps from bow to stern in a redirectional move that is in

itself quite amazing for one his size. That green is the lure of a glow in a

darkened corridor and Kejeth's moth-like attraction cannot be denied the

flame.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Darik walks off southeastwards to the weyr's

infirmary.

Talya steps forward at the growl, a hint of laughter in on her lips, though the

only thing in her eyes is lust, nay, obsession. She must have this woman,

whose name she loses, now, among the flight induced thoughts.

Maeveth> Winnoth is a scant two metres longer than -she-, the only she that

counts at this point, and he uses these extra metres, pushing himself that

little bit further, using them to make him faster, more endurant, more

perfect. Barrel roll? He can do that, too, and he does it, well, his slight

form allowing for a much quicker change, a dash after her with not only

speed, but skill. He has no need for love, and devotion, for he has skill,

and beating his wings through the evening, he has what it takes.

A'nol hms softly to himself and squints around the room for a long time.

Maeveth senses Winnoth projects << Oh, yes, we will see. >>

Larya leans tight up against the wall, eyes closing for a moment, then

widdening again. Her breath comes out in ragged pants, although she appears

calm upon the face.

S'rian stands with legs shoulder-width apart, thumbs tucked in his beltloops,

in a cocky manner that suggests Kejeth's own pre-disposition to

possessiveness. Of course, the bronzerider has his own fair share of the

quality, which only makes the snide sneer on his lips more easily understood.

E'ner grins as the feminine rumble comes drifting across the room. A woman of

passion in her own right, she seems as his eyes drift in a slow and thorough

survey of her form. Shifting a bit where he squats, Den passes another glance

around the room. Then it's back to steady eyes of pale green echoing his

lifemate's as he watches the ground-bound counterpart to the winged wonder up

above.

Maeveth> Maeveth executes a neat loop-the-loop, taunting the males who dare to

chase her as she reaches the apex of her turn. Coming out of the soaring

maneuver, she moves into a flat dive, pulling up well out of range of any

chasers. Olivate ripples and golden glimmers play over her glowing hide as

she soars and dives, flying the proverbial circles around her pursuers.

Maeveth> Winnoth's tail flicks, as he stretches upwards, reaching after her

with as much energy as he can, without wasting a single wingbeat. No need to

loop-the-loop; instead, he'll just follow as he can, pushing after her,

keeping as close as possible, without bothering to enjoy her tactics. It is

efficiency, not fun, that he is here to show, and with this, he will catch

her. Who else could, would?

Maeveth> Geirelth watches every twist and turn of the lovely green, whirring

eyes unmovingly focussed upon her form. Each twist and dip of her hide is

appreciatively watched as his steady pace is continued. To him, there are no

others in the sky, they simply soar upwards together, power in form, hoping

to twist downwards in a pleasureful plummit. The other competitors are

nothing more than blue, brown and bronze blots in the sky, perhaps Rukbat's

fancy echoing off the clouds. The swift march of his heartbeat continues,

accompained by the unrushed swish of wings that carries him powerfully

upwards into the sky. As the manuvers dash his steady rhythm, he turns to

compensate, but spreads a wide arch in the sky. Manuverability is not his

power, but strength and stamina are. He flies only to keep near her, knowing

in the composure stolen from his lifemate that he would only wear himself out

and drain precious reserves by trying to follow the direct course of the

shimmering green.

Maeveth> Charlith dives as well. Attempting to mirror the graceful green's

movements with his overly large and bulky frame. It's just not going to

work...still, he makes up with sheer will what he can't manage in skill

knifes through the skies.

Maeveth> Falnerith gives a rumble of appreciation and he follows Maeveth, wings

tilting as he spirals into the loop and then claps his wings close to his

back, becoming the Olivate and golden glimmering green's lusty shadow. His

deep blue hide ripples, muscles moving under it as he somehow keeps at a

equalateral distance from the beauty, neither losing nore gaining ground for

the time being. Time enough to move in for the catch, when she needs a male

to cling to. It's plain to see that Falnerith plans on being that male.

Maeveth> Wysoth doesn't bother with fancy flying, loop the loops and circles.

Slow and steady, or, rather, fast and steady, wins the green, right? He can,

and will, win. Powerful wings pump through the air, forcing the brown to go

faster, then faster still.

Maeveth senses Winnoth is not yet distracted from this particular front, his

heavy, leaden mind touching once more. << Those tactics are silly -- they

waste time, and energy. To fly well, you must fly straight. >>

Maeveth> That's a taunt well taken as Kejeth slams on his proverbial brakes in

the midst of Maeveth's flirtatious recreation. Another bronze goes shooting

past as he misjudges the green's aerial acrobatics, but Kejeth has

fortunately had some experience with tumultuous flights. Gold and green

glimmer along his wings as he twists and turns, doing his best to follow the

lithesome green.

Maeveth> Astonth flies with tourmaline dreams of triumph slipping across the

rippling contours and shades of his hide in the pale winter sun. A clarion

call of intent goes out, signalling that he's far from given up and, infact,

is still well within his strength. Harder he flies, thinking to gain some

ground during all of her acrobatics, keeping somewhat beneath and behind her

lithe and agile form.

Yilisa is utterly oblivious to anything and everything in her weyr at the

moment, eyes locked on a chase taking place beyond its stony walls.

A'then, as his lifemate, watches Yilisa's form with unhidden desire and lust,

crystal eyes trailing appreciatively over every curve. He is a man in lust,

but just as Geirelth contains himself, so does he, an unmoving statue that

stares with a raging fire of desire upon Yilisa. He wants her, oh yes, he

wants her.

Larya sinks towards the floor, resting, her back against the wall, her legs

stretched out in front of her. A dreamy smile plasters itself across her

face, as her eyes gaze on Yilaeveth -- no, Maelisa -- no, Yilisa, adoringly,

as lust curls her lip, waits for her touch.

D'rien has his gaze locked on Yilisa as he creeps closer to her, body tense

with the feelings racing through him as he tries to work his way through the

crowd if riders.

Talya takes the chance, with Yilisa being blind to the happenings inside her

weyr, to approach closer, almost close enough to touch. She even reaches out,

only to pull back, confusion, lust, other emotions flash through her eyes,

most too brief to notice, or name.

A'nol rubs the back of his hand over his lips until they look red and bruised

from the movement, trying to keep himself leaned back against the doorframe.

"Just a little longer..." he drawls thickly under his breath.

S'rian flinches on occasion as he feels his dragon's determination. Bolstered

by the strength with with Kejeth flies, the young man is able to maintain his

stance but not by much. His own heart races in time with the myriads of

wingbeats that are counted out in the skies high above. Once cold, the many

bodies within the room heat it, lending to the sheen of sweat on Shad's brow.

E'ner licks dry lips. Funny that he didn't notice the increase in his breathing

and that it's through his mouth now. A drink would be good, but a green would

be better. Or a green's rider that is. He flicks his gaze sideways at slow

movements and heavy sighs. On can almost smell the musk of lust riding the

air inside the room.

Maeveth> Maeveth executes another sharp barrel roll, but the snap as she

extends her wings to bring her out of the aerobatic maneuver is not nearly as

sharp as it was a moment ago. The green is beginning to tire, and it shows in

the subtle laboring of her wing muscles, the agitated flick of her tail, and,

most tellingly, in the exasperated bugle that escapes her muzzle as she

realizes her predicament. She begins to push onward, flying straight out now,

the only thought in her mind to get away from her pursuers.

Maeveth> Winnoth -knew- that he knew what he was doing, and that she would

follow his advice. Of course, this allows him the perfect chance to follow

quickly, wings pummeling against the Fortian skies, the tides of his hide

shifting, and flowing, without cease, as if fastforwarded, as he strides to

keep up with her. Not long, and he will have her, held tight within his

wings, his tail about her tail. Because -he- is the best, and -she- is the

best, and that logically means they will be.

Maeveth> Geirelth croons a warcall, deep notes twisted and painted with lust.

Steadiness grips his form - as steady as the most immovable trees whose tones

his body is cast in. The fairy of the sky is courted, a flick of his tail

sending a crack of power, wings held outward to send him shooting with a rush

of speed through the air. Moonbeam's kiss alights upon his form, eyes

whirling with twists of lavender, silky and reflective in their colour, like

fine sheets draped over a bed. She is what he seeks, she is what he longs to

grip with powerful muscles, tails twisting in a show of joy. Her tiredness is

sensed, and speed is poured on now, the reserves he kept now surging to his

muscles, ichor strong and firelight quick. It's like there is a spinner-web

tendril connected from him to Maeveth. The slightest twist could break the

connection, or could be the line of their skyheld rapture.

Maeveth> Falnerith gives an eagar rumble and he surges forward now, wings

beating strongly still as he sees his sweet gem starting to falter. No longer

shadowing her, he pursues her, hard beats of his dark wings soon closing the

distance. He takes up a position behind and a little above his shimmering

beauty, or he tries to, before his opponents can gain a spot and woo his

beauty from him. He croons deeply in his throat as he seeks to gain Maeveth's

wondrous attentions for himself.

Maeveth> Charlith zig-zags through a patch of turbulent wind, wingsails cupping

great gusts of air as he stretches out completely, wings snapping sharply as

he enters the thick of the flock of undulating, straining male-forms. He uses

extra reserves of strength to rise above the bulk of the pack, struggling to

cut ahead of them and reach the green staggering just out of reach.

Maeveth> Astonth calls again as he cups wind like it's disappearing fast and he

has to get the last drop first. Lavender whirling eyes are beacons at the end

of an outstretched neck as he lines himself for a straight out runner-race to

the finish. Built and having trained for endurance in the wings, he puts it

to the test now as he sees if he can outlast his quarry and outmanuever his

competitors to be the one at the end.

Maeveth senses Winnoth seeks for your mind once more, puce and yellow dancing

flickering conniptions as he suggests, << Dive, perhaps, and then rise

slightly. It will fool us all. >> Him? Fooled? It remains to be seen.

Maeveth> Kejeth may not have the nimble flexibility inherent in the glorious

green that leads them all, but he does have the stamina it takes to outlast

her. Finding her now flying on a level plane, he thrashes the wind for all

he's worth. Held in quiet, his croons are reserved for when he catches and

not before. Even hisses at his fellow rivals are held in check as he strives

forward, seeking to be the one to outrace all the others to the finish line.

That glorious green line that is drawn by Maeveth.

Maeveth> Wysoth hasn't begun to tire, and as some around him do, he moves up in

the pack. Stamina, yes, it's all about stamina. Brown wings pump through dark

skies, following that glint of green just ahead. Closer, now, to the prize.

Ever closer he crawls.

Yilisa gasps, a swift intake of breath almost inaudible to most of the

gathering. "No, you idiot green, no more tricks..." she gets out, fingers

flexing around the wood of her bedstead.

A'then takes a step, the first movement from statue-still since he stumbled

awkwardly into the weyr. His eyes do not leave Yilisa's form, a similar

spinner-web felt between them. It may be only in the pair's imagination - but

to him it is real, a delicate strand of crystal locking him delicately to

her. Lust still burns red-hot in blue eyes, lips pursed in anticipation, arms

halfway held up in the hopes of embracing her.

Talya smiles, the smile of conquest nearly won. It's ending. S/He will have her.

D'rien swallows hard, stepping as close as he dares to Yilisa.

A'nol wills himsself steadily against the door frame, scowling to himself, eyes

tightly closed.

Larya makes no move towards her; there is plenty of time, later. -later-, when

there are no prying eyes. Instead, her own eyes sink through skin, through

bone, as if watching the very core of Yilisa's being, tongue licking lips as

she warps her arms about herself, holding tight. Waiting.

S'rian is beginning to lean forward, his long torso stretching itself like the

barrel chest of his mighty bronze. Completely caught up in the emotions of

his lifemate, the bronzerider grunts at each long sweep of Kejeth's wings,

strains with him against the wind, and yearns with a limitless longing for

the object of their desire: Maeveth/Yilisa, who to them is now one just as

they are.

Maeveth> Maeveth screeches in utter frustration as her wings fail to do what

she desires of them. The racuous sound echoes off the mountains surrounding

Fort Weyr, creating strange residual sounds in the night. The green, after

desperately trying every trick she knows, goes with the one of last resort:

sacrificing speed for altitude, angling her flight straight up. Gleaming

forested wings spread wide as she climbs, neck straining to gain those last

few inches of precious height...but what goes up must come down, after all...

E'ner's head comes up, his attention riveted and unswerving. More acrobatics?,

he wonders. Feeling Astonth's eagerness and lust becoming tempered by the

effort of and strain of keeping up the blistering pace, he hopes the young

blue's agility will pay off if she does. For himself, he keeps his attention

on the young woman across the room. Yes..he wants her. He didn't even know

her earlier. But his one goal is to have her now.

Maeveth> Geirelth sends out another clarion trumpet, as if he was calling the

day to shine light upon the shimmering green, to lay down sunrays in her

path. In the moment, he worships her, fully and completely, as his

dawnmistress, she who brings the day, she who wakes the night. He seeks to

embrace her, wings pumping, every ounce of his strength poured into upward

speed, all his composure slipping loose into an unhidden shot of lust,

adrenaline joining blood and ichor, the thrum of his heart now too quick to

set a pace by. Limbs flail outwards, tail flicking forward, all ready for the

embrace. Oh yes, the embrace - that will lead to a fall of unguarded

pleasure, their forms mingling to become one. He wants her.

Maeveth> Winnoth is down. Not so down as it is impossible for the perfect of

blues, the king of kings, to catch, but just -there-, perfectly placed, if he

thinks so himself. Wings outstretch, galliant (Winnoth? Galliant? How

peculiar) croons of a rather screetchy nature themselves send themselves up

towards her, waiting that chance to have, and to hold, until the morning does

them part. A stretch, a flex, and all will be well. Fall again, bright angel!

"No, you idiot green!!" Yilisa's call is coherent, amazingly enough, as her

wide emerald gaze tilts its way upward, fisted hands pounding in frustration

on the bedstead. "Not that way..."

Maeveth senses Winnoth projects << Fall! >> His mind is sure, his thoughts

clear, and his intent simple. Perfectly streamed, perfectly fought, it is

-his- time now. << Fall to me, and you will be safe. We will--fly, yes,

forever. >>

Maeveth> Astonth arcs further skyward, the tendons standing out and his wings

as wide spread as they've ever been. Another call signals his efforts. The

sound carrying like a clear bell through the frigid air above the Weyr.

Throwing himself into this last sprint, he manages to maintain a forward

position in the pack. Maybe he can manuever quick enough if he gets close.

A'then does not hear what Yilisa says, only that she speaks. Another step is

taken bedwards, but it's a mere half a step. Not yet...not yet...but soon.

Unblinking lustful eyes remain on her form, every slight movement read and

wanted, his arms still partly held upwards in a welcoming gesture. She needs

only to step, to embrace.

Maeveth> Wysoth angles up as well, inclining close to her side, closer, almost

touching, tail reaching to twine. Will he do it? Will she take him? There's

no doubt in his head that she will. He croons encouragingly as he angles

closest.

Maeveth> Falnerith gives a deep bugle as he hear's Maeveth's cry, the tone

ending in a deep croon as he reaches out with neck and claws and tail,

seeking to support the sweet lady who's wings have given thier all. His croon

seems to be offeringher all that he is as he tries to wrap her in his velvet

grip ofg love. His wings still beat sure and strong, well able to offer her

the support that she desires as her body fails to do as she wishes. He tries

with every ounce he has left in him to be the one that wis the precious and

precocious beauty for his own, if only for a time.

Maeveth> Charlith does the only thing a male in his situation can do. He folds

his wings and drives through an opening, shooting straight for the line of

fumbling green, reaching out with forelimbs and snaking tail to try to secure

her against the safty of his flesh.

Larya stands, knees shaking as she waits, expectantly.

Maeveth> Kejeth is overcome by the captivating beauty that tries to elude them

and lets out a clear, deep bugle in beckoning challenge, as if daring Maeveth

to surrender to him, and him alone. That last upswing is no trouble for him

and he fights on through the cold winds high above the cauldron of Fort Weyr.

The great expanse of his wings, large for even a bronze, flares and folds

with each sweep that pushes him onwards toward the goal. That glowing prize

that tries to rise above the chaos she's caused, but every prize must be won

and so Kejeth reaches for her with the strength of forearms, neck and body,

straining to reach her before any other.

E'ner seems as ready to come forward as his lifemate does. Rising slowly, he

moistens dry lips a again and flexes tense shoulders.

Talya reaches again, towards the lovely, wonderful, and yes, desireable woman.

S'rian surges in with the others, wanting to touch and tame that is the

magnificence of both dragon and rider. His breath is positively held tight in

his chest as his dragon strains for Maeveth above.

D'rien reaches for Yilisa, his throat tightening around a croon that slips out,

a fairly good rendition of Falnerith as his lifemate tries to woo Maeveth.

Maeveth> And now Maeveth falls, yes indeed she does. A squawk of utter distress

and frustration escapes her muzzle as she begins to plummet, frantically

trying to make her wings work enough to save her. Abruptly, though, she

impacts another dragon, and finds herself fouled, neck to neck, and tail to

tail. A brief struggle ensues--she must -fly-, after all! After a moment of

fruitless reaching, she realizes that Geirelth has truly, utterly ensnared

her, and she abandons fighting.

A'nol turns and storms out silently.

A'nol walks off onwards to the bowl.

A'nol has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, A'nol ambles in from the weyr shared by Yilisa

and Maeveth.

Maeveth> Winnoth emits a cry of torture -- how -could- she do that to him? He

turns, beating wings towards the ground, inconsolable. How?

Maeveth> From the Southwest Bowl, Dalilah walks off northeastwards to the

central bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Dalilah ambles in from the southwestern part of

the bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Dalilah walks off northeastwards to the

northeastern part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Northeast Bowl, Dalilah ambles in from the central part of

the bowl floor.

Maeveth> Charlith wings downwards to the center of the bowl.

Maeveth> Charlith has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Charlith wings in from the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> From the Northeast Bowl, Dalilah walks off eastwards to the bright and

cheerful living caverns.

D'rien gives a muffled groan and her turns and bolts from the Weyr, the sound

only a mild rendition of the deep scream of fury from Falnerith as the blue

dives for the bowl.

Larya slips out, a scowl well-placed towards A'then. Figures.

D'rien walks off onwards to the bowl.

D'rien has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, D'rien ambles in from the weyr shared by Yilisa

and Maeveth.

Larya walks off onwards to the bowl.

Larya has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Larya ambles in from the weyr shared by Yilisa

and Maeveth.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, A'nol walks off southwestwards to the

southwestern part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Southwest Bowl, A'nol ambles in from the central part of the

bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Charlith lumbers southwestwards to the

southwestern part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Southwest Bowl, Charlith lumbers in from the central part of

the bowl floor.

Talya walks off onwards to the bowl.

Talya has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Talya ambles in from the weyr shared by Yilisa

and Maeveth.

Maeveth> Winnoth wings downwards to the center of the bowl.

Maeveth> Winnoth has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Winnoth wings in from the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, D'rien walks off northeastwards to the

northeastern part of the bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Northeast Bowl, D'rien ambles in from the central part of the

bowl floor.

Maeveth> Wysoth goes home.

Maeveth> Wysoth has left.

Maeveth> Falnerith wings down from the Lower Sky, buffeting against the

swirling currents in the northeast part of the bowl and makes a landing.

Maeveth> Falnerith has left.

Maeveth> From the Northeast Bowl, Falnerith wings in from the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> From the Northeast Bowl, D'rien walks off eastwards to the bright and

cheerful living caverns.

Yilisa isn't wasting any time, nope. A certain brownrider had better get his

butt over here soon, or he might get shredded.

Maeveth> Kejeth howls his misery at Geirelth's one-uppance of him and quickly

falls back toward the ground below to seek comfort from his lifemate for his

loss.

E'ner doesn't growl his disappointment, but it's a near thing. He takes self

control in a tight fist and himself to the door.

E'ner walks off onwards to the bowl.

E'ner has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, E'ner ambles in from the weyr shared by Yilisa

and Maeveth.

S'rian lets out his breath with a sigh so gusty it seems someone's punched him

in the gut. He turns and practically flees from the weyr.

S'rian walks off onwards to the bowl.

S'rian has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, S'rian ambles in from the weyr shared by Yilisa

and Maeveth.

Maeveth> Kejeth wings downwards to the center of the bowl.

Maeveth> Kejeth has left.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Kejeth wings in from the lower bowl sky.

Maeveth> Geirelth does not croon in triumph, nor does he roughly embrace the

lovely green beauty whom his worship has been recognized. No, it's gentle,

but very strong, as he tightly grips to her, tails entwining. Joy, pleasure,

rhapsody. And only them in the night sky. The spinnerweb tendril now binds

them together.

Maeveth> From the Southwest Bowl, A'nol walks off northeastwards to the central

bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, A'nol ambles in from the southwestern part of

the bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Southwest Bowl, Charlith lumbers northeastwards to the

central bowl floor.

Maeveth> From the Center Bowl, Charlith lumbers in from the southwestern part

of the bowl floor.

A'then wastes no time, arms quickly moving to embrace the beauty which he

sought - frustration from missing flights not taken out on her. No, he too

tenderly embraces her, lips seeking hers, arms entwining.

*****The world fades into blackness...*****