*GlowGlowGlow* << Shh! Not yet! >> Ahem. Alymath's due to go up, only Lis doesn't know it yet. Come on down, up, or sideways to the High Reaches Living Caverns, and page Lis for the channel info and whatnot. Both NPCs and PCs are welcome! :)
  -- entered by Lis on 2001-06-11 12:12 MOO Time.

Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are fifty-three firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Generic Sign-Up Sheet, Look at Me Postcard to Tatia, White Clay Egg Pot, Jaeshri, Gigi, Large Picnic Rug, and Sparkling Gar White (sgw) here.
You notice Kaslarna and Kiharu asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Tevya arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Meral arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.

Khory arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Jonithan arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Jonithan calls to Jekyll, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

Lis is perched in her chair, legs and arms folded up into some approximate lotus position. Eyes are lidded, and mulled tea is cradled in her hands. Thus, she doesn't notice the influx of people, save all the noise which she's trying to filter out.

D'renn seems intent on making himself noticeable, and not only by Lis, if his loudly-checked trousers are anything to judge by. "Good morning, good morning," he makes his presence known, grabbing a full mug of klah and plonking himself down near Lis. "Lo, Lylia, how goes?" Everyone else gets a bob of his unruly curls.

S'tuff comes striding into the caverns, his shoulder length dark hair whipping around his shoulders with each step. Stopping at the sidetable, he grabs a glass, sloshes some wine into it, and turns to peruse the crowd, his eyes glinting and searching. Here and there, they land upon some tasty morsel.. One arm crossed casually against his chest, the bronze rider wanders over to the nearest greenrider, and states, "So... tell me,.. what's a jewel like you doing in a place like this?" Dashing smile plays upon his lips, and a wink is added to the query.

O'ran saunters into the caverns..practically strutting this rider is.  A long gaze sweeps through the cavern, lighting upon the occupants, before he flahes that all-to sincere grin of his.  "Good morning indeed.." Smooth as ever he slides over to the hearth and pours himself a cup of klah, though he just holds it between his hands..

Lylia lounges, in the way only Ly can. Which means laying back on a bench, leg indecently draped over a chair while another dangles to the floor, and a cookie sitting on her chest, waiting to be eaten. Y'know, when she gets around to it. She peers up just slightly, giving D'renn a little wave. "Hey, D'renn." Bluerider. Everyone likes blueriders.

P'oe struts in, head held proudly high. Emerald eyes pry through the cavern, and a benevolent grin stretches itself across his thin, pinkish lips. As most of the people seem to do, he saunters to the klah pitcher, procured a mug of the liquid. "Good morn." he greets, striding towards the group.

Rhoswen arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Alymath> Maximeth lands with a loud thump, his bronzed tail sweeping the dust away from his well oiled hide. Muscles ripple with each movement, and the male crouches there like some stalking animal. To look at him is like glancing at a non PG 13 book peeking out from under a matress; you know it's wrong, but you just can't help yourself.

Lis cracks open the lid of one eye, smiling at her weyrmate with almost-frightening complacency. "Morning. Interesting pants." This to D'renn, of course. Both lids slide up halfway as she gives Lylia a sleepy little grin, fingers waggling in a vague wave agains the side of the mug. Gaze drifts around with no aim in particular, S'tuff and O'ran eyed with some wariness. Something tells her she should be afraid.

"Hey, Lylia, can I have that cookie?" D'renn asks hopefully, cradling his klah mug carefully. Well, if it's just /sitting/ there.... A slight frown develops as he looks around the arriving riders, and then to Lis. "You've seen these trousers before, Lis-pet."

Alymath> Above,  Trydanth drops down towards the Bowl.
Alymath> Trydanth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Alymath> Trydanth arrives, and settles, shaking out his wings in the chilly morning air.

Rhoswen traipses in, full dressed for once and in her day clothes. As opposed to her pyjamas, which she's grown rather fond of. She immediately attaches herself to Khory's side with a mock-sigh. "Well, if it isn't the 'Reaches Romeo!" she chuckles. "You seem to be without your normal harem.. did you give them the day off?"

Alymath> Above,  Soquilith drops down towards the Bowl.
Alymath> Soquilith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Alymath> The great barrow of Soquilith's upper body shifts, stable legs no hindrance to R'ave's otherwise risky dismount.

R'ave skulks broodily in from the Central Bowl.

Loren swishes calmly in from the Central Bowl.

S'tuff continues to smooze up his fellow rider, making the young woman blush with well placed whispers.. Unfortunately, like a bad joke, he often goes too far, and it's not long before everyone hears a resounding 'smack' echo across the caverns. Raising a hand to his slightly stinging cheek, the bronze rider grins wickedly. "Oooh.. fiesty. I like that.." And off he goes to find other interesting prey...

"Huh?" Lylia blinks, absinthe eyes reflecting a certain confusion. "Co-oh. Sure, you can have it." She's almost forgotten it. Poor cookie. And her head flops back, the rider grinning and giving Lis a little wave as well. Everyone likes greenriders, too.

Khory blinks at the resident, wonder who she's talking to. Then, realizing that it's him she's speaking of, he simply gapes and blushes. "What? Who?" he asks, looking confused around his juice cup. "Harem?" The poor blond messenger.. doesn't have a clue as to what Rhos is talking 'bout.

D'renn reaches over and takes the cookie off Lylia's recumbent chest... and turns towards the sound of the smack. "Wow. That didn't happen to me," he comments absently.

R'ave saunters into the caverns, Loren attached to one arm before she jogs off to the kitchens to do a few bakerish things. Minibronzer is thus left without someone to duck behind, so to be inconspicuous, he edges into a chair and says nothing. He's only here for the lifemate.

"Don't act so innocent, darling. Now, where have you hidden them all?" Rhos bats her eyes innocently, poking the young man in the side. "You /know/ you've become very popular with the ladies lately. You seem to have lost them for the time being - Oh well. More fun for me." Purr. Leaving his side for a moment, she steals herself a cookie and a glass of juice. "Can't beat High Reaches Cookies" she croons, though the last is somewhat lost in a mouthful of crumbs.

"Of course I have," Lis assures D'renn, studying the checkered pattern intently, "I just never noticed them before. The play of opposites, square upon square... and my tea's gone cold." A pout settles onto her features, greenrider disappointed in the state of her tea. S'tuff is eyed with considerably more wariness, and she ventures in his direction, "I'm not proddy. So go away." The small gathering of people recieve vague blink, and D'renn gets a growl from deep in her throat. "Don't push it, and it might." Lylia's merely glared at, unless... "Do I get a cookie too?"

Absently, O'ran sets the mug back down, untouched, as he heads over to a table.  Smile spreading across his face--for some unknown reason.  A chair is pulled out, scraping horridly against the stone floor, causing a grimace to wrinkle his features as he settles into it.

Right. There's klah in his hands, he'd better drink it. Mug is brought to his lips for a sip. "Mmmm..." brown-rider offers, shrugging. "Klah's good today." Right. Isn't it good everyday? P'oe seats himself in a chair, emerald eyes locked on the small group. He listens intently, though not really caring.

Kinecha saunters quietly in from the Central Bowl.

D'renn's mouth opens in astonishment as he stares at Lis. "What did I do?" he asks, referring to her 'don't push it' instruction. Nervously, he looks around the caverns, then bounces to his feet, shoving the cookie into his open gob. "I'll get you tea, Lis," he offers through a splutter of crumbs.

Eep. Lylia cringes slightly, trying to hide underneath her waves of coppery hair. Um... That won't work, huh? With a twitching little smile, the sleepy rider gives a tentative nod. "Sure? You always get cookies, Lis." She reaches out, drawing the plate of cookies on the table nearer to her. If it attacks, she can throw the cookies at it and run, right?

S'tuff simply grins at the other interesting greenrider. "Proddy? Who said anything about that?" he states, holding his wine glass aloft and looking around. "I'm simply here to delight in the many things that High Reaches has to offer..." And like a well worded advice collumn, he recites, "Woman are like a fine wine. One only needs to find the proper glass to pour them into, and then you can really see them shine..." A delictable smack of the lips is given, after another long sip from the cup in his hand is taken. "And I must say, you'd be fairer than Benden's best..." Grin.

Imogen manages to drag herself in, casting a glare over her shoulder at a certain green-looking lump. "Bag of sithies" she grumbles, beelining for the hearth and helping herself to a large mug of Klah. "Ah, if one thing's unchanging about the 'Reaches it has to be the Klah. You need to stir it with wood.. on account of what it does to metal." With this humble observation, she perches on the edge of a table and surveys the crowd. "Not too shabby, not too shabby a'tall.."

Lis peers suspiciously out in the bowl, but no multi-faceted eye peers back in quiet desparation. Yet. "Could you, please?" asks the greenrider sweetly of D'renn, offering her mug towards him. Lylia's cookies are accepted with a beam, but a little pout herself as her Lyli-pet cringes. "Just don't offer cookies off your chest again, Lyli-sweets," purrs Lis, before telling P'oe simply, "I like tea. Preferably mulled with something potent."

Kinecha glances around the cavern, spotting several riders here. Too many riders, in fact, and she takes the long way to the hearth, following the wall. Afraid? Of course not! The guard just didn't want get get involved with proddiness. Pouring a mug of klah, she ambles to a table near the back wall.

And it's /D'renn/ who's bringing Lis her tea, got it?  The faithful weyrmate thing, and all that.... "Here you go, Lis-love," he announces in a rather too saccharine tone, holding out the refilled mug, and shooting Lylia a glance. Maybe they can placate Lis together, if need be.

Khory continues to look as though he's not quite understanding. "Huh?" is all he says, watching Rhos wander off to gather cookies. Then, a shake of his head. "I don't understand people sometimes.." He hasn't done anything, really! Though the riders wandering about and tossing out compliments and .. ahh.. bad pick up lines are given a wary look.

R'ave watches distractedly, only dimly aware that the hub of the crowd seems to be Lis -- not that that stuns him, or anything. The assembly of mobile hormones is given a collective smirk, his chin balanced carefully against the base of his palm.

O'ran watches everything..yes, his eyes pick up who leaves and goes, yet he says nothing.  Nope, so, he waits patiently and sits.  He was here for a reason afterall.  Had to deliver a message to a friend of his..so anything that happened would be just pure coincidence.  Or so he told himself.

Rhoswen chuckles at some of the Rider's advances and re-attaches herself to a certain messenger. "Kinda tacky, huh?" she laughs, motioning to several failing romancers. "I think I might have to slap someone if they ever tried one of those out on me.. Then again, a good sense of humor is always welcome. Maybe if they're daring enough to try, then they're daring enough for me?" Or not. "So.. Where's Jenifer? Sireta? All that crowd?"

Alymath> Maximeth continues to swish his tail back and forth, forth and back. Head lolls to the left and the right, and he take a hearty sniff from the air. I smell winter, I smell wine.. I smell the scent of someone's shine.. And swirling gaze settles on the resting green, who's hide is given an appraising look. Ooh, lookee what I found...

"I've never been one for tea." P'oe continues, grinning kindly. It's always nice conversation, neh? Fingers are ran through aurburn hair, and emerald eyes are lidded for a moment, enjoying the klah. Eyes are again opened, and the rider peers out into the bowl.

Lis was watching D'renn's checkered backside during most of his tea-mission, and seems all the better for it. "Thank you, D'renn," she returns with some sense of civility, expression closing up briefly as Alymath's eye winks into view at the entrance of the caverns. "Oh, shush. You can't be proddy - you weren't even glowing yesterday. I know your cycle." The riders gathering about are given odd looks; surely they've all got to be mistaken - she's got it all planned on her calendar and whatnot.

"Oh. Of course not," Lylia gives a submissive nod Lis-wards, struggling into a sitting position and curling up into a little Ly-ball. She can still offer chest-cookies to Quara, though, right? With a guarded little smile, her gaze darts over to D'renn. Okay, they can keep Lis happy. Hopefully. If not, D'renn'll be the one that gets mauled.

Khory shrugs. "I haven't a clue.." he reponds, in reference to the .. ah.. harem that Rhos has pinned on him. "Sleeping? Hiding from these ones?" he asks, pleasantly enough, though you can see his adam's apple bob as he swallows and looks frightened. "I don't find it tacky at all," he admits. "I find it rather.. ah.. scary.."

"Shut up, Morvyth." Another interjection from the fidgety Greener known as Imogen. Her klah is sipped slowly, eyes flickering around the room curiously. P'oe is noted, and S'tuff. Excellent. "So" she turns to an unsuspecting Browner beside her. "Lovely day, no? Well, you don't have to be like /that/. Goodness, manners these days. You wouldn't believe.."

Doesn't Lis's proddy-calendar match up with the 'boot D'renn out of the weyr' one?  D'renn sags back into his chair, reaching for the klah. "Does anyone think it's too early for brandy?" he asks plaintively. "I mean, I've been to Benden and back already this morning..." At least, that's his excuse.

Holding her mug between both hands, Kinecha watches the crowd, eyes going from one to the other, resting for a moment longer at Lis, due to her words about proddy. Oh, it's Lis...

"Scary? Not at all. I've heard you use these a few times. Time involving wine. And a deck of cards." A chuckle escapes Rhos' lips as she stares at Khory. "I still can't believe you played a game without me. You know I would've lost, and you have to have a loser! It's not a game without one!"

Alymath> Alymath grumbles as she's turned away from the caverns by her one-and-only, her Lis. Wings dragging behind her like a cape, she stalks away like an angry diva to preen. When in doubt -- look nice.

Lylia watches Lis, not even glancing at D'renn as she nods. "Nah, I think it's right about time to bring out the brandy..." In fact, earlier would have been a good time. Head start and all.

O'ran leisurely leans back in his chair, almost as if he were ready to take a slight nap.  Indeed, his lids close as he settles folded hands over his stomach.  Legs are kicked up as he listens to the conversation around him.  If someone had come near him, they'd better poke him..he's rather oblivious at the moment.

Brown rider withdrawls his view of the bowl to look back to other riders. Even the non-riders among them. Kind grin is still plastered onto his face, even as the mug of klah is brought up to P'oe's lips.

Alymath> Druseth remains a distinct distance away, lurking like a good vampire should. The shadow-born brown's distance has an added bonus: less risk of getting mauled like a lowly kitchen boy. There's a safety in remaining far-off, and he takes advantage of it, the slow spin to his midnight blue eyes nearly drowning in the shadows of a nice little out-of-the-way spot.

Alymath> Nice? Try dashing, fancy, spectacular! At least, the bronze in the crowd seems to think he is. Raising his head, Maximeth bugles a long note, like a human male calling on a Keroon dancer. <<Woah baby.. Work it, work it..>> If he had any marks, or hands, for that matter, you could just imagine where he'd be sending them...

"Oh, no you don't... If you're getting sloshed, then I'm refusing to stay sober," Lis informs D'renn ominously, peering into his drink enviously. "Don't get too excited," the greenrider warns P'oe. "Alymath goes up, and everyone gets drunk, and then we all sort of end up piling up. It gets a little crazy after the catching..." Of course. Just your run-of-the-mill mating flight.

Alymath> Soquilith contracts his tail in a caper of circles, dusting the broad underside of his barrel-gut. A lulling eye reels to follow Alymath's movements for a beat, the arch of his heavy neck bowing to ich his muzzle nearer to loam, nostrils flared. Alert, yes. Just a little subdued, for once.

Khory turns to look at Rhos. "I was drunk.." he replies quietly, as though that made all the excuse in the world. "And I wasn't meaning for the game to go /that/ far.. I only wanted to learn how to play cards.." A glance is given at Lis... You can just imagine who the person was who convinced him to bet with clothes instead of marks..

Alymath> Trydanth edges a /leeetle/ bit closer to the preening Alymath. She wouldn't beat up on him, surely..... His tail twitches with just a hint of excitement.

Rhoswen hurridely drops the topic, sensing a little tension in the air. "Well.. ah.. I'm sure it was nothing." Blush. "Anyway.. I trust the Messenger-ing is going well? Your apprentices seem nice, very willing." Simple small talk is made as the girl drains her glass. "Yes?"

Alymath> Alymath rumbles ominously in Maximeth's direction, eyeing him through narrow slits as she lets loose a sibilant warning. No touchies. The green eyes Trydanth as well, claiming no past loyalties as she stalks off, flouncing away. To the pens, devoted fans!

Alymath> You go to the Pens.

Alymath> Pens
Alymath> Freshened breezes from the lake to the south linger with the stronger scents of herdbeast and wherry, dust and dung, that fill this ovoid enclosure. The sturdy fence sways out into the bowl, captures an outlet of clear blue lake, and, as it meets the bowl wall, grows into a stout wind-shelter replete with hay and feeding troughs; not too far above, a claw-marked series of feeding ledges lie, decorated by a few discarded and bleached-out bones.  A few clusters of green sprout, downtrodden, in the hard ground, tracked over by the stampeding of the herds.
Alymath>   It is an autumn sunrise.
Alymath> To the south, you see Zenzorath and Wiranth.
Alymath> Squabbling over leftovers are Cocoa and Vax.
Alymath> Green Miravith is here.
Alymath> You see Kukalaka, Herd of Herdbeasts, and Kae here.
Alymath> Obvious exits:
Alymath> Stables     Barn     Training Grounds     Central Bowl     Beach

"Alright, alright, no brandy." D'renn replies. Curses, foiled again. He swallows visibly as Lis makes her pronouncement about what happens at an Alymath-flight... And the bluerider looks every which way but at the other riders.

Alymath> Trydanth shuffles in from the Central Bowl.

R'ave toys with a loose thread on the elbow of his tunic. His nose wrinkles as a glance cuts toward the bowl, a sigh ejected as he wilts at the shoulder. Great.

S'tuff isn't getting drunk, though he is getting repeatedly slapped. "Ouch baby.. Why you like to hurt me so?" he croons, reaching out to tickle one woman's chin before turning around again. Lis is eyed, and leered at. "And who have we here?" The tall man bows gracefully, his free hand reaching out for hers. "Must say that we haven't yet had the pleasure of an introduction.." The words slide off of his tongue as easily as the grease holding back his dark locks slides through his hair.

Alymath> Maximeth glides in from the Central Bowl.

Alymath> Soquilith caracoles indolently in from the Central Bowl.

Alymath> Druseth glances about watchfully, slowly slinking in from the Central Bowl.

P'oe chuckles lightly, enwrapping his finger tightly around his klah mug. Proddy green. He has no comment. "Well. I'd suppose. Drunkens can be bad. I can only imagine." He's never been drunk! Er. Right. Okay, perhaps that's stretching the truth a bit much. Klah is sipped, yet again.

Khory nods, satisfied that the topic has been dropped. He even smiles at the mention of his newest messenger recruits. "Oh they're fine. Some of them better than others, actually." Though you won't catch him stating who... Surely the rumours flying around has explained who he favours less and who he favours more.. "They're learning fast too..." Ayup, small talk is nice...

Lis looks up and down S'tuff, admitting frankly, "It's a pleasure I can live without, I think. Oh!" This expression, half surprise and half frustration, accompanies her sudden jump to her feet with a confused blink. "/Oh/," comes the realization, greenrider purring happily as she strolls out into the bowl with a swing of hips. This, of course, is the time to run away.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
Central Bowl
  It is an autumn sunrise.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are fourteen firelizards.
Green Kelitath, brown Revnath, brown Sevareth, and green Zaqith are here.
You see a wagonmaster, George Dubya bush, Trash n Treasures, Wagon One, Trey's Trumbling Wagon, Wagon Two, Ini, and Mara here.
You notice Auri asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Pens     Northern Bowl     Caverns     Ground Weyrs     Lakeside     Guards HQ

Alymath> Maximeth slides, like the tunnel snake he is, from the bowl and towards the pens, following the verdant beauty.. Rrreowr mama..

Living Caverns> D'renn looks S'tuff up and down angrily, saying nothing.... but as Lis jumps up, so does he, knocking klah to the ground. "Uh-oh. Not already....."

Living Caverns> R'ave sighs, but like a moth to a bug-zapper, follows. It starts.

Living Caverns> Khory blinks, and then grins. Well woohee, here we go...

D'renn steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

R'ave steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

P'oe steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Open sky is exchanged for protecting stone.

Ground Weyrs
  It is an autumn sunrise.
Settled on rough-hewn ledge are Bansi, Akujin, Ghede, and Bow-Wow.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Inner Ground Weyr     Infirmary

R'ave comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Living Caverns> S'tuff snarls, and then beams. Where does she think she's off to?
Living Caverns> Lylia exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

D'renn comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

P'oe comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Lylia comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Alymath> Alymath hops to the air with an elegant movement, more graceful in flight than she would ever be on the ground. Wings fold with a snap, and a lightening blur of green and pink impacts upon an unwary herdbeast. Eyes spill over with red and purple as lifeblood drains from one to the other with urgent hedonisism.

Alymath> Trydanth follows his ledgemate into the pens with a clumsy, earth-bound hop and skip. But a kick of his back legs sends him up, to hover over his intended prey... and then over the herdbeasts. He needs fuel before he can fire on all cylinders.

S'tuff comes a running. "But darling, you haven't gotten to know me yet.." he croons, his swanky words hardly getting cut up by the deep breaths taken from the quick jog. A glance is given to the others nearby, and he grins.. "S'tuff.. Rider of bronze Maximeth.. and the man who puts the fear in many mother's hearts..." Because he steals away daughters, no doubt...

Living Caverns> O'ran exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

O'ran comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

"Bronzeriders," D'renn mutters in a low, disgusted tone, to Lylia, as he slips past her towards Lis. He's being the big protective one today - or at least trying to. Lis may not want protection.

Alymath> Soquilith flags the cluster of dragons, a sensual verve hexing the lavenders of his eye. The night-purple canvases of his wings flex, roll and unroll without hesitation, though he reins them back in after a second of ligament working. He is stationary now, unwilling to blood. If he is want for steam, it'll be blamed on his own faulty energy reserves.

Alymath> Maximeth continues to slide, but when the green takes flight, he abandons his lowly stance for something a little more, mighty. Wings lift him up and carry him towards the nearest bull herdbeast. Down he goes, and all charm is set aside as the massive bronze tears into his snack... Like a human male devouring bar-b-q'd ribs, this dragon doesn't go for the sauce, or the napkin.. Just let those juices flow where they may...

Lis folds hands on her hips, scouting out her spot in the ground weyrs. The riders behind her can sharding well give her time and personal space, if they want to survive the flight. Turning around, she sighs with annoyance at the crowd behind her. They all /followed/. S'tuff gets a special irrated glance, however, and she quips, "And probably were the cause of half the mothers, no less. Alright, you lot." That phrase was stolen out of D'renn's mouth - all that weyrmating rubbed off on her, it seems. "Find a spot to sit. Except for you." Lucky D'renn, for he gets a special demented smirk. "Any chance I can sit in your lap?" Saying no could result in bodily harm.

Alymath> Druseth darts along, skipping and dancing like a stone upon a lake. Heeereeee beastiebeastiebeastie. Fangs extended, drool slooooowly trickling down, his eyes flash to crimson as he lunges into the air, almost immediately darting down with his silver, stained talons digging into a herdbeast's neck, its cry of agony drowned by his happy rumble as he sings with the taste of blood. It drips down his muzzle, onto his chest, and he sucks it contently. He's practically a suckling child.

D'renn gulps, recognising that demented smirk of old. Plonking himself on one of the wooden chests, he pats his checked knees. "C'mere Lis-darling." At least if she's in his lap he doesn't have to look at that smirk.

Lylia's lip curves in a faint snarl as she gives an absent nod of agreement with D'renn. Bronzeriders. "Hrmph." Well, if D'renn's going to protect the greenrider, then Ly's going to take a seat. With a little, sad smile at Lis, the brownrider plops onto the ground, crossing her legs. Okay. Let's ignore the blood-on-the-brain effect of Dru.

P'oe ambles after the others, observing everything obliviously. Right. The others are watched, aswell, and the bronze rider is snorted at. Browns are better, neh? He's obedient, though - a spot is found, and he settles into it.
Alymath> Alymath springs sideways -- or at least appears to -- and downs another herdbeast for her imbibing in the most expensive wine of all. Bloodied muzzle is licked with the same sort of bizarre glee that her rider's showing off, she pauses in quivering tension - will she fly? Or pounce again?

The bronze rider holds up both hands, his wine glass long discarded.. probably somewhere on the run. "Hold it now sweetcheeks," he states, grinning at everyone. "I was the best thing to ever happen to some of them hot mama's..." S'tuff continues to self gloat, as he stretches out his arms and shows off his rippling muscles, before taking a seat beside Lylia. "And then I met Tina, and she was a sweet youngen.." Gee, does this guy ever shut up?

R'ave stands, slanted back against a cool wall -- but only because he was commanded to sit. Arms intersect against his torso, head bowing. If they're going to debase bronzeriders, why not just space out for the time being?

Alymath> Trydanth swings out of Alymath's way, settling to a wherry-back to feed. Slowly. Consideringly. Savouring every drop of blood.... letting its hot salt drip drip drip into D'renn's mind.

Lis perches on D'renn's knees with a tender, if slightly predatory smile. "Mm. Thanks, love." Weyrmate's benefits, see. S'tuff recieves an almost constant glare from this 'momma', but he's left to his own with Lylia as she lets herself absorb Alymath's most tempestous storm.

D'renn slips an arm around Lis - just for balance, of course. A peculiar expression takes control of his features; for some reason, he's licking his lips. "Wine. Anyone bring anything to drink?"

Alymath> Maximeth continues to slurp and suck, and then gives off a huge belch.. Ahh, now that was good.. And now for something different .. a smaller beast is set upon, and once again,the bloodsucking starts up again.

Alymath> Druseth sneaks along the ground, paws and head low, hanches back. He's ready to play... Another one! With a feral leap and a primal ecstatic growl, he lunges for another, bringing it down with a swat of the paw and raking his talons across it, enjoy the feeling of blood and flesh flowing over them. Mmm. He gently licks the blood off the side of the now-limp 'beast, carefully tasting it and ensuring each drop is treasured.

Lylia eyes S'tuff. Erm... The brownrider scoots slightly away, ready to leap up and run screaming from the room. "Uh... that's nice." Really. Riiiiiight. Help?

Alymath> Soquilith begins to brim with the buzz. As if strangled by the cries of the downed 'beasts, he tosses back his head with a quaver of his staunch shoulders, pawing his talons into the dankest grooves of soil. Impatient now, acid-yellows vein eyes' purple haze.

Alymath> Alymath gives her long, champagne-dizzy tail a flick, letting the ripple of muscles work up towards her legs before limbs uncoil, claws ripping furrows in moist ground as she launches herself upward. Wings snap out audibly, but luckily, she pulls nothing and flaps up gracefully upwards in great, vertical leaps.

Alymath> Up up up! Wings beat to lift you up out of the dusty pens.

Alymath> Above the Feeding Pens
Alymath>   It is an autumn sunrise.
Alymath> Obvious exits:
Alymath> Up     Pens     Weyrling Air     Above the Lake     Above the Bowl     Ledges

Alymath> Trydanth bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Druseth bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Soquilith bursts up from the dust below.

S'tuff continues to prattle on, nearly everyother word being emphasized with wiggling eyebrows, licked lips, or a wink. "Oh aya.. And there was Charlene, and Darlene, .." He then stops, his eyes going glazed for a minute. A shake, and then the rider asks, "Ah.. Who was I at?"

Alymath> Maximeth bursts up from the dust below.

Alymath> Trydanth streaks after Alymath, half a wherry wing trailing from his muzzle. /So/ attractive... but then, he's in a hurry. Feathers fly and float in his wake as copper-streaked wings beat fiercely.

For balance, of course. Lis bites her lip, barely able to resist a cackle and something along the lines of 'Fly, my pretty!' She nearly swoons with the exhileration of flight, a delighted laugh finally bursting from her lips without too much of a cackling edge to it.

Alymath> He may be big, but he's got some grace.. Well, then again, maybe not. Maximeth tears upwards into the sky, his powerful bursts lifting him up and up. So it's a chase they want, eh? Well, that's not problem for him... he's chased many tails in his day... (Though he's nothing compared to his rider.. the tramp..) Blood dries quickly on his muzzle as the wind rushes past him, and swirling gaze hardens as he gathers his strength for the long, wild, ride.

"Lis, Lis, Lis..." D'renn's trying to be soothing, jiggling her on his lap much the way he might Donis or Cerise, and giving S'tuff black-browed glares at the same time. "So no drink then," he mutters, settling into a sulk... although not before squeaking, "Trydanth, drop it! Idiot!"

Alymath> Soquilith is a white light, a white heat -- his waning color is blanched further by a thrashing of sunrays. His start is slow, like a wielded sledgehammer, the impact is more dynamic than the sudden uptake, no matter the amount of sinew throbbing in action. The stretch of skin-veils that motor him are his only substanstial parts; everything else is smogged with pallor.

Alymath> Blood or green, blood or green... It's like a bad game show, where door number one and door number two are equally tempting. Druseth reluctantly takes for the skies, his slow upwards lift containing a reluctant droop to his wings. Sniffle. Up and up he goes, it seems. The taunt muscles stretch as he swings upwards, his sun-brushed wings finding their usual grace. An angel, no, but perhaps a minion of darkness... Blood trickles down his chest and paws, droplets stolen away in the wind.

"You were at the end. Yes." Lylia's wary gaze slides past S'tuff, back to the nearest escape route. Once more, she scoots a little farther away. Maybe she should scoot closer to Lis. If S'tuff gets too close to the greenrider, he'd likely lose an eye. Or two.

R'ave shudders faintly, eyes lifting toward the gang of riders. Nope. The wall is still his safest bet.
 
Alymath> Alymath lets her wings catch the rays of sun as they shoot over the spires of High Reaches, revelling in her desirability and unparalleled appeal. Kamikaze, eat your hearts out! A few breathtaking drops are evened out by a swoop around the weyr bowl to catch momentum and the elusive thermals, leading her males on a giddy wild goose chase.
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S'tuff grins. Well then... "At the end, you say?" he asks, his eyes still holding that far away look, as his leer becomes more pronounced. "Oh, but I don't think so.. There's many more where that came from.." However, even he knows a little taste, and will keep it at that. His muscles bunch as he makes fists, his arms rigid at his sides... Tensed, as though waiting for something, or holding back some inner power. Finally, he gets his thoughts settled, and then turns to Lylia. "Though, I have to say.. It's been a while since I've been graced with such sensual pizzaz. Tell me, oh goddess of the air, when did you fly last?" Grin. Hmm, seems the rider may have not gotten his thoughts as together as first assumed...

Lis doesn't really /want/ to be soothed - she wants to fly and tease and trumpet to the sky. Since she can't do any, she secures her seat with a leg around D'renn's and submits to the cosseting. There's a giggle for the werry wing business, and some sixth sense lets her purr to Lylia encouragingly at the same time. She'll save her favorite brownrider!

Alymath> Maximeth bugles as he overeaches his target, but that's no matter. Backpeddling, or winging in his case, the bronze slows his ascent and lumbers into a swirling half dive. On towards the verdant jewel that flashes before him, Rubkat's rays doing the gleaming hide little justice. A beaut like that needs something far brighter to fully show her off in the right light, and Max has it right here baby. Let the lovefires burn ya brighter than any sun could ever do.

Alymath> Trydanth lets loose.... of his half-chewed wherry wing, at least; letting it fall to hit some hapless person or dragon far below. Feathers still stuck to his muzzle, the blue follows wherever Alymath chooses to lead... up, down, around, spiralling dizzily, dropping dangerously, desiring only the sun-caught green.

D'renn reaches out his free hand to beckon Lylia closer. He'll save her! And Lis! And all the females - and males - of Pern who might need rescuing from randy bronzeriders. They can sit next to or on top of a randy bluerider instead.

Lylia practically whimpers at Lis, drawing her legs up to her chest. At least she's Lis's favorite brownrider. That makes her special, right? S'tuff gets glowered at, Druseth's impatience with him riding with her own. "Many who were probably very, very drunk." Scary S'tuff. "Erm, you know, um... while... um..." Wce="Comic Sans MS">"Liiiiiiiis!" D'renn wails from his prone position, making a grab for her... ankle? shoulder? wrist? Whatever's closest. "Not /him/!!!!"

Okay... Good. S'tuff's out of the way. With a strangely distant smile at Lis, Lylia remains curled up in a little ball, nearly falling over as she prods D'renn with her toe. Poor thing. I mean... It's /S'tuff/ who caught.

Lis squeaks, for apparently S'tuff is saved from a encounter with Lis by the hand at her ankle. Leg. Something. Greenrider goes backwards, aiming for the ground -- or D'renn. Whatever's closer.

Hey! Now that's not fair... S'tuff reaches out to grasp Lis' wrist. "No way buddy.. Fair's fair, and the girl made her choice clear.." Well, maybe not Lis, exactly, but her lifemate sure did..

Flat on the floor still, D'renn flings his arms wide to catch Lis. And S'tuff. And Lylia. And Quara. And..... anyone else left?

"Quar!" Foom! Like a brat after cookies, Lylia leaps up and over D'renn, taking off like a shot and practically lunging behind Quara, peeking over her weyrmate's shoulder. "/Bronzeriders/," she mutters distastefully. S'tuff is /scary/, shardit.

Lis finds herself on two feet again, blinking muzzily. Alymath's having fun - and shells, she should be too. "Jus' this once, I promise," she murmurs to D'renn, giving him the big puppy eyes as she claims S'tuff as her conquest.

D'renn gives up and gives in. Flights are flights, after all.....

Quara isn't scary. She's sexy. Which is why Lylia attacked her, as soon as she woke up properly. And which is also why she sensibly turns around and 'comforts' her weyrmate. "They're not nearly as much fun as brownriders," she assures. Because, well... S'tuff /is/ scary.

Ah well, if you can't fight 'em, may's well join 'em. You know, I've heard about the weird orgies High Reaches has, but seems like S'tuff gets to experience 'em first thing. But wait.. how does this work? No book he's ever read helped to explain how to snaggle onself out of this kind of predicament... Or maybe he's just reading the wrong kinda books. Greenrider is given a big grin, and wariness dissapears. "Shall we?"

Poor S'tuff. He only gets a one-woman orgy, but Lis should be enough. "/Let's/," she decides decisively, half dragging her catch over towards one of the cordoned-off beds.

S'tuff grins.. Good'nough for him.. And this one seems like more than enough to tackle at once. A whoop is let out, as the bronze rider gets pulled towards.. well.. towards another notch in his belt, it seems.

"Yeah... but... It's...," Lylia givrs a little stutter, attempting to explain /just/ how scary S'tuff is. Not that it matters, now that Lis has him. But it's better to be safe with Quar than risk falling on D'renn or somethin'. But now Ly's eyeing Quara with an iiiiiinnocent leer....