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.

Khia, Minako, Natsu, Pyrene, and Janysi are here.

Snaking? Of course. Snacking, prodding Khia, and drinking klah. All perfectly suited to Minako's limited capabilities--eating, sleeping, and being annoying. ...ooh. A Lis. The perfect thing to supplement your slicer-dicer Khia, no?

Janysi shrugs her shoulders languidly and offers a saucy grin. "Could be something, could be nothing, couldn't rightly say."

Lis practically /prowls/ into the cavers, a devious grin - not unlike a self-satisfied weyrbrat's - curling onto her features. Smoothly padding her way towards the hearth, the greenrider spoons up some cereal-mush-type-thing, pouring a mug half full of klah before filling the rest with juice. She's not insane, really...

Pyrene practically /presses/ into her chair, a distasteful grimace--not unlike a head-nanny's uncuriously enough--curling onto /her/ features. She recognises that... aura around Lis, but she subscribes to the 'Ignore it and it will go away' philosophy so her attention limits itself to Minako and Janysi. "What's up then?" she repeats to the latter. "In more coherent terms?"

Janysi spins around in an abrupt circle, grinning in the same general fashion a cat will who has found a bowlful of cream, eaten it all and gotten down from the cupboard and gone to sleep by the fireplace without getting caught in it for an instant. "I've been...keeping busy," she drawls gleefully.

Lis doesn't need Pyrene; she can make her own entertainment. Thoughtfully arching one eyebrow upwards as she surveys the cavern, she makes for a table full of blueriders who are normally best avoided. "This seat taken?" she asks in a wonderfully chirping, cheerful way as she settles herself into it anyway, much to the dismay of the now-nervous riders. Smirk. Peering over in Janysi's direction, the greenrider seems oblivous to the effect she's having, eyeing her in a curious, gossipy sort of way.

Pyrene eyes Janysi appraisingly. "I'm /so/ glad I didn't know you as a child," is her eventual verdict... never mind the fact that Janysi is scarcely a turn younger than herself. A careful glance is flicked to Lis. She's sitting with blueriders... there you go. The proof positive. It might not be best to linger.... but she wants to know what's up with Janysi now. "Well? In what way've you been busy?"

Janysi drums her fingers cheerily against her thighs. That grin seems to be painted on; leastaways, it won't go away. "Oh...things..."

Faye arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"/Things/, huh?" Lis quips in an extremely dry tone as she pours some of her drink into her cereal with a flourish and a flick of the wrist. "Very interesting, those." This, of course, produces a mass-gulp from the table; as if they hadn't been encouraging her every other day of the Turn.

Pyrene makes 'Escape! Escape now!' eyes at Faye before frowning at both Janysi and Lis. "Very /dangerous/ those.... What specific /things/ would they be?"

Minako hrms, and stops prodding Khia. But at least she has a thirty-day policy. If she breaks, you get all your marks back, /and/ you get to keep her...ooh. Faye. Now, Faye, she slices, dices, and makes /puffs/. Much more valuable, don't you agree?

Janysi chuckles low in her throat. "Things. My brother has arrived and is now haunting the infirmary and occasionally the barn as though he thinks there's something--someone, perhaps?--exceedingly intriguing around there..." She grins again and hums a few bars.

Faye takes a few steps in to the living caverns, then glances unusually to Pyrene. Uh oh? She decides to avoid going thattaway, instead scurrying up to Minako. "Minako! Hi!"

Pyrene ohs thoughtfully. "You have a brother? I didn't know... Just tell him not to come wandering in here if he values his life," and she jerks her head significantly towards Lis.

And the Faye, she's very friendly, too. All you have to do to order is send Minako a half a dozen cookies, a couple of bubblies, and 3/4 of a mark, so we can get the Faye all nice and safe and transported to you...interested? "Hey Faye!"

There's nothing scary about Lis... People antagonize blueriders all the time, don't they? Humming tunelessly to herself, said greenrider leans forward onto elbows resting on the table, staring dreamilly into her cereal as she spins her spoon back and forth through it. Luckily for Pyrene, she doesn't notice the snide comments the nanny is making.

Ah, yes, the rare Faye. When she's not playing herself on the Adventures in Cooking, she's loitering about the caverns! Faye snatches a cookie from the nearest plate, beaming as she takes a nibble, plopping into a seat. They've still got that baked-warm taste. She's not drooling, really. The Baker looks to Minako, asking, "Have any fun in the kitchens as of yet?"

Pyrene will obviously have to make snider comments then. Or maybe she really /isn't/ that stupid. Besides, what's the harm in letting the greenrider antagonise blueriders, may as well get some use out of this miracle of draconic nature. She could almost wish Ko'en were here. Faye's comment strikes her ears though. "Kitchens? You became a cook, Minako?"

You see? This Faye is an exclusive, one time offer..and we'll even toss in /two/ Khia's for every Faye you purchase! Buy five, and you get /ten/ Khias, and we'll toss in an Akira free! A limit of one Faye per customer, please. "Hmm? ...I made some cookies, does that count?" She motions towards a small pouch on the table in front of her, then turns slightly to see Pyrene. A bloorider, no? Splendiferous--blue's the most wonderful color. "Yup! I'm a Bakercraft Apprentice now, posted here." She beams, and the little daemon on her shoulder muwahs. Be afraid. Very afraid. [Minako]

Miracle of draconic nature indeed. More like a curse. One way or the other, Lis is finally enjoying it, lopsided grin managing to look evil even on her round face. Eyes sparkle ferally as she just now notices the high tensions of the poor suckers seated at 'her' table, the greenrider propping her boots up on the table and nestling the bowl against her belly to eat in regal indolence. Proddy.

Faye nibbles innocently at her cookie, peering at Minako with a giggle. "I guess. What'd you put in them?" she teases before blissfully going back to her cookie. "Don't worry, Pyrene, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything funny with our food." Hee.

Minako blinks, and prods her cookie. She's not exactly sure. Something from one of those little bottles in there..."Hey! I wouldn't do anything...not...purposely..at least..." Maybe.

Now, now... it's a wonderful, beautiful thing. The mating flight between two dragons--inspiration for harpers everywhere! So what if it has a few... side effects? "Cookies? That's a /good/ start, Minako..." she murmurs appreciatively. "And Faye... you cooks don't need to anything funny to the food with proddy riders about." There, she said it. Duck and cover? [Pyrene]

Faye quirks a brow slightly, pointedly 'Nako-wards, a bit glad her cookie isn't Minakomade. "As long as it's not purposely, Minako," mumbles the Cook as she munches her cookie, sending Pyrene an innocent glance. "Why would I of /all/ the Cooks put anything funny in the food?"

Minako manages to fish a cookie from her pouch, and hands it to Faye. It's safe. Somewhat..charred..on the bottom, but still safe. It's not rainbow colored, either. Taste it! "Wanna try one?"

"What about proddy riders?" Pyrene /said/ it. And Lis yelled it, a few of the blueriders at her table ducking in fright. "There's nothing wrong with us..." Except for a whole bunch of horomones, or some such.

Minako blinks, and decides to take refuge under her bench. She'll still talk, you see, she'll just hide from Lis. No sudden movements..oh no. Nonono.

Faye observes and examines the Minakocookie thoroughly, nibbling a tiny nibble from it, then another, and a couple more. "Not bad, albeit a tiny bit burnt," she informs her Bakerfriend, beaming a bit. Then she looks to Lis, just occupying herself with two cookies.

Minako beams, though it goes unseen, from under her table. See? She's not /that/ bad of a cook. Just a bit overzealous when it comes to dyes. "Thanks!" compliments are always nice..even under a table.

Pyrene eyes Lis with rather impressive mildness, "I was referring to Mhari spiking the cream-puffs. I'm sure you and D'renn would remember that..." she remarks, recklessly aware that it might not be the best thing to bring up right now. To Faye she rolls her eyes faintly. "You cooks are the last people we need to worry about, that's all I meant."

Akira arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Lis just sulks, poking dejectedly at her cereal and occasionally licking the spoon when she feels like taking in nourishment. Humph. "You'd think I'd grown another head..." she mutters in a plaintive, 'pity me' tone, eyes suddenly flashing towards Pyrene, not with understandable annoyance, but... delighted reminiscence? "Oh, I remember that /quite/ well." By all means, /hide/.

Faye nods her head slowly to the Nanny, nibbling at her cookies, deciding to simply sit and chat with Minako for a bit. "You'll be makin' other things in no time," she converses, looking at the half-eaten Minakocookie again.

Minako just stays under her table. Spiked creampuffs? Oh, dear. "Faye," she calls, voice muffled. "Is under the table a good place to be right now?" She can always go back to her cot..cots are always nice.

Akira strides in, unaware of a certain..erm, *coughcough* /twin/ under the table. "Hi Faye!"

Pyrene does hide then. "Lis... I dont' care /how/ proddy you are!" she suddenly informs the rider. "Getting drunk with D'renn is /not/ a good idea!" And she slips hastily out, before the bluerider himself can appear on the scene.

Pyrene exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Minako blinks. Drunk with /D'renn/?! Okay. Under the table is a nice, comfortable place, safe from all..drunk D'renns? It's open to everyone, you know.

See what they do to her lovely creampuffs? See what a Weyrcook has to go through, day after day? Faye peers at the Minakocook under the table, looking worried. Faye's almost adjusted to these going-ons of High Reaches, now. "Hey, Akira."

Akira also perks up at a 'drunk D'renn', the rider he only met a few days ago, no? "Y'know where 'Nako is, Fayepet?" He looks around.

Blink. Stare. Look confused. In that order, Lis reacts to Pyrene's sudden exit. "Gee, I wonder what tunnelsnake got in /her/ cot." Turning her head slightly, she gives Akira a cursory look, followed by a shake and a soft comment of, "Nah. Good day, Akira!" follows, along with a warm wave of her be-cerealed spoon.

Alymath> Alymath raises her glowing muzzle with a curious peer at Telynth as he lands, eyes a-whirl. Instantly demure, the green poses prettily, wings rustling as she tosses her head. Beautiful, isn't she?

"Minako's un'er here," Faye replies, pointing under the nearest table, with, ooooh, a plate of the newest batch of fresh cookies atop. The Cook gives in to temptation, snatching one. Yummy.

Alymath> Pyrene leans against the wall of the bowl, apparently enjoying the sunrise and some moments of rest and quiet. Apparently... she's still giving Alymath suspicious looks after all. Dratted riders leaving their proddy dragons around. "Telynth... Kh'et," she greets. And then... startled... "Leth?"

Akira gives a gleeful wave back to Lis. "How's Alymath?" He reaches for a fresh cookie, stopping to peer under the table. Through cookie crumbs he asks, "Minako?"

Oh no. Run, Minako, run! Lis is after...well...oh, forget it. Minako peers out from under the table, and gives a slight wave to Akira. "Hi," she says, ducking back into /safe/ty.

Lehnyn slips quietly into the room looking at the people a bit timidly and walking very, very slowly towards a table.

"Glowing," is Lis' matter-of-fact response to Akira, broad grin pulling at her lips. The greenrider's nearly forgotten about Pyrene's previous words - they couldn't have been very important.

Alymath> Telynth sings lightly to the the glowing beauty as he bows deeply. Ever respectful, he. So like his rider in that. But with a better sense of humor, you can be sure. He doesn't mean to ignore Pyrene, but this enchanting clutchsib's got all of his attention. And appetite.

Akira turns back to Lis and is suddenly reminded of something. He pulls out his stuffed gold, Goldie. "It's 'bout time Goldie flew tooo..." He looks back under the table. "Was wrong?"

Faye looks suspicious towards Minako and her undertable antics, munching at a klah cookie thoughtfully. "What's the /matter/, Minakooo - oh, she is?" Lis gets a glance, then Faye really hides behind her cookie. Why not a mug of klah, too? Proddy riders: scary.

Janysi exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Minako blinks. Goldie? Fly? Like.../Alymath/? Well, at least Akira doesn't go proddy. She won't either. /This/ is why she doesn't want to be Searched, or Impress. Proddiness. "/'kira/..." She sighs, and beakons Akira under the table to enlighten him in the ways of proddiness. Or something.

And there they all go again. But Lis doesn't notice this time; she's got some kind of funky, not-really-here lifemate thing going on. Not to mention the immeasurable joy of seeing a table full of blueriders cringe at her every glance or movement.

Alymath> Barbarianth stretches, also ignoring Pyrene--much to said personage's relief, no doubt. Maybe Ko'en's nowhere in evidence as of yet, but /he's/ ready to, well, ravish. Alymath. Rawr.

Akira blinks. "Lis is proddy...y'know that?" Wrong idea, mebbe, Akira...

Minako /knew/ that. Proddy riders are /skeery/. Sometimes. Maybe. "I know."

Alymath> Singing. This is good. Wrapping her wings around herself cloak-like, Alymath cranes her neck around looking for more victims... er, admirers. Tail a-twitch with as much movement as her eyes, the green spots Barbarianth's movement with a sudden, predatory rumble. Rawr indeed.

Akira shrugs. "Well, have you made any food yet? Lis might like some."

Alymath> Lethan comes in lead by a hobbling man useing his staff. THey look like they've about been beaten and left for dead. There's a deep, broad cut on Leth's forehead, and his left arm's in a makeshift sling, using the large bandana of the smith-built man he's with. And despite this, he's 'looking' around, "Thesy....!" He calls, but at Py's voice, the turns in her direction, moving slowly towards her. "Pyrene....Where's THesy, is she alright? What happed in the fall the other day?" THere's a most intense look on his face.

Alymath> Geko walks in.

Faye takes a little bite out of her klahcookie, comtemplating dunking it in her mug of klah, hovering the cookie above. "How interesting," she murmurs, muffled by a cookie.

/Food/?! "Yes. I made some cookies." Forget the /food/ Akira, Minako is /hiding/. From all the skeery proddy-affected /people/. They might throw things. Or something.

Alymath> Telynth would snort at the blue. While there can be something said for shere animalisim, romance and adoration shouldn't go unmentioned. And Telynth can offer all three.

Alymath> Pyrene is still staring at Lethan like she's seen a ghost. Then again, he may as well be. "Leth... what happened to you?" She blinks staring at both men. "You look like you could do with the infirmary.... Is it for that or because of Thesy, you've come back?" Her tone turns sniping suddenly, remembering Thesy's words from the night before.

Akira rolls his eyes. "Fine, you may be scared of Lis, but I'm /not/." He then grabs a tray of cookies and saunters over to Lis. "Want some?"

"Of /course/ I'm proddy," Lis states in a tone of much annoyance - doesn't the whole weyr know by now? Flashing Akira a warm grin as he nears, she replies with a nod and steals herself a handful. Extra flavoring for the cereal, and it gives it a zesty crunch!

Alymath> Perhaps a whiff of pheremones slips past his nostrils, or perhaps that bright glow penetrates all three sets of lids, but Revnath is roused from his sleep in a sunny corner of the bowl. Taking only seconds to go through a ten-minute, after-nap stretching routine, he takes less time to make the journey from where he was to the near proximity of Alymath.

Good. Scared. Splendiferous. "Okay." Minako's certainly agreeable on that point, 'ne? ..hey..what about cookies for 'nakopet?

Alymath> Romance and adoration? Such modern-day notions! In Barbarianth's day... well, OK, so he's the same age as Telynth and hasn't exactly /had/ any experience of the greener gender yet.... /but/... Alymath needs a /dragon/ not a fluting fire-lizard. And that's where Barbarianth comes in.

Faye isn't /scared/ of Lis, or proddy riders, just not quite willing to interact with them. They're just a little odd.

Alymath> Alymath is surrounded by admires, bronze, brown and blue alike. /Much/, much better. Wings suddenly peel back from her sides, flung upwards in a sudden flash of metallic'd vibrant green. No flying, just yet - she wants to strut a bit, and get admired some more. This is /her/ show.

Akira finds a seat not too far from Lis and munches on some cookies too. "Well," he says between mouthfuls, "my stuffed firelizard is proddy...so, I'm like you!" Right? Or, no.

Alymath> Lethan reaches out for the head nanny, "Where is she? Tell me!" Forget him? Who cares about the leaves in his shaggy hair, or the bits of grass stuck to clothes here and there. Much less the injuries.

Lehnyn looks at the tray of cookies as he takes a seat, not far from the people, but doesn't say anything.

A few blueriders near Lis shift uncomfortably in their chairs - something's happening out in the bowl, 'parently. "Proddy too, huh? Leering all the nice little girl brats?" The greenrider's /really/ not a cesspool of corruption - it's all Alymath's fault.

Alymath> Pyrene forgets her bitterness and takes Lethan's hand, half-afraid that he'll fall in his distress. "She's fine... she's in the ground weyrs, looking after a dragon. Is that what you meant by fall?" Suddenly gentle now--but with the edge of perhaps inappropriate excitement at the surprise she's now got for Thesy, she leads him gently to the ground weyrs.

Akira? Like Lis? No. She'd better go out there and set everything straight. Minako-head peeks out, and Minako-limbs follow. Quietly, she settles herself across from Lis, settles between a pair of exceedingly agitated blueriders. "No, 'kira, you /aren't/." Thankfully.

Alymath> Pyrene abandons the bowl for ground weyr's shelter.

Ko'en arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Akira smiles, not fully understanding what Lis said, not caring. He turns to Nako. "Hmm? But Goldie is proddy! Like Aly'ath and and Lis!"

Alymath> Telynth is far from being a fluting flit. He's going to be MasterHarper with his lifemate oneday, you know, and Aly'll be able to look back and say 'Ah, I knew him when.....' Besides, he's nearly twice Barbarianth's size. Bronze flits don't come that big. Nor do they have his repitiore of song, understanding of poetry.....And he -does- know a little about the greener gender. From experiance.

Alymath> Lethan abandons the bowl for ground weyr's shelter.

Ko'en makes his appearance inevitably, urged on by Barbarianth to start the campaign from the inside. You can't take a green without working on the rider after all... Ko'en's swallowing, but there's a leer on the once-brat's face. And it's directed right at Lis, lucky girl!

Minako groans, and drops her head on the table. Why her? Proddy-time and Akira's lost. "But Goldie's only /stuffed/," she near-shouts. "Alymath is a /real/ green dragon with a /real/ proddy rider! You," she continues, in a somewhat softer tone. "Are not." Thankfully, yet again. ..hey. Ko'en. Can she run now?

Another round of mass gulps comes from the table of blueriders in question, one of them beckoning Ko'en over to an empty seat. Lis is smirking, as usual, which only broadens as she spots a certain bluerider. "Hello, Ko'en..." drawls the Proddy One, leering back at him shamelessly.

Leering. Leering, leering, and more leering. Minako's to young for this, you see, despite her somewhat corrupted-misguided attituted and shameless exploitation of the small amount of evilness she was gifted with. "'kira, lets go see if..we..can find someone to take us to Tillek?" Visits are nice right now. Very nice.

Akira blinks. "But..err. Oh well!" He looks around. "Where's Khloe? Dont we have any browns or bronzes? Goldie needs to /fly/ like Alymath."

Ko'en swallows again. Are they supposed to leer /back/? He flicks a nervous look to those other blueriders, but they're quite happy to let somebody else take the heat. "H'lo Lis..." he manages, in what would have been a grunt if his voice wasn't operating on two octaves at once.

Life is depressing. Lis and Alymath are proddy, everyone's leering at everyone else, and all Akira can think about his a stuffed flit's mating flight. Oh no. This cannot be happening. Even to a Bakerspawn like Minako. "'ki-i-ira-a-a.." Please? Go? Maybe?

Akira hmmphs. "If there's stuffed browns and bronzes..."

Lis waves a hand in Akira's direction, playfully shooing the boy. "G'wan, go a head. Tillek's nice, this time of turn. Plenty of bronzes there too, I'll warrant," she adds in an encouraging sort of way, turning her eyes towards Ko'en with another leer - subtler than the first. "So, how's Barbarianth?" she asks innocently.

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

Minako sighs, and drops her head on the table again. Maybe if she just keeps her head down, she'll fall asleep, and wake up when it's all over. She really needs a blindfold. Or another room. Or another Weyr..leers just corrupt her more, and that's a Very Bad Thing... D'renn. More leers? Will it ever /end/?

D'renn isn't leering today - it's Trydanth's turn, insofar as a dragon can leer. D'renn's just brightly dressed and relentlessly cheerful, bouncing across the caverns in search of juice. Glass claimed, he turns and beams at everyone. "Good day...."

Ko'en grins feebly at Lis. "Barbarianth is good. Feeling on top of the world actually..." he again tries to flirt. He's always willing to back out cowardly though. "Oh, /look/, it's D'renn." Aim at him.

Akira hmmphs and holds Goldie up high. "She needs a bronze stuffie..."

"Who let you out of your cage, Ko'en?" D'renn asks, slinging himself into a seat near Lis and giving the greenrider a broad grin. "Aly's looking good today... So Trydanth says."

"D'renn?" Another bluerider for Lis to eye... "Aly's going up soon, or so she says," the greenrider informs D'renn with an all-too-pleased smirk, pouting at that snide comment on Ko'en's behalf. Humph.

Minako sighs, and stands up. Let Lis skeer the blueriders, she'll just shove'em off the benches as she leaves. Something to preoccuppy her. "Come on, 'kira. We're going...to the Kitchens. Or something." Hide. That's always a good plan, hmm?

Arilyn arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Arilyn stumbles in, tripping on the hem of her pants and falling as she enters.

Faye heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Akira hmmphs. "Nononoooo!...But what about Goldie?"

Ko'en swallows at D'renn this time. Need to vary the routine. "Oh... I er, just came out for a drink," he babbles, before trying to strike his adolescent frame into a manly pose. He's on display, must remember that.

Minako sighs. "Whatever, Akira. I'm going..to the Kitchens. With Faye. To discuss stuff." Bakerstuff, no doubt. Or something of the sort.

Arilyn looks up at everyone, still on the floor, as her blouse and vest slide down, letting her shoulder show.

"Fair enough," D'renn replies, lolling in his chair with one bare leg draped, as usual, over the arm. "Lis - you'll move, won't you, in a bit? When Aly goes up?" Let's face it - there's no doubt the green's going to. Peering around to see the competition, he scans over the girl on the floor.

Arilyn looks a bit uncomfortable in this setting but just looks around...

Akira heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Lis goes back to idly spooning cereal in to her mouth in complete nonchalance, even hazarding a quasi-leer in the weyrlingmaster's direction. "'Course I will. But she's not up yet, and I'm not done breakfast," she explains with a bob of her pink-leathered shoulders.

Minako heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Delphia arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Arilyn doesn't bother pulling up her vest and blouse to cover her shoulder...

D'renn shrugs one shoulder back at Lis. "Alright - as long as I don't have to carry you to the ground weyrs." Sipping his juice, D'renn watches Lis over his glass, looking almost regretful.

Ko'en is competition! Admittedly, not the most obvious one, but Barbarianth is quite clearly informing him that he's going to be a contender. Isn't Lis the lucky one. "Er, yeah... somewhere private..." he suggests, leering again. At least this way we can protect the other poor souls in here from having to look at him like this.

Delphia slips in, for once not accompanyied by her cookies, or goo. Cheep rests 'pon girl's shoulder, and the green stuffed 'lizard she has is hugged tightly as she peeks in quietly. She's supposed to be sleeping, but she didn't wanna...

B'loved waltzes in, humming gently to himself. Happy, happy... "And what might I be missing?" He wonders aloud, allowing himself to steal a look at Lis. "Someone's having a flight, no?"

Lehnyn waves to Delphia, looking at her stuffed lizard, nah, he's too big for toys like that now. But he still smiles cheerfully to her, even if she is a /girl/.

Arilyn looks around at everyone...

Arilyn gets up carefully, trying not to trip again...

Delphia is a girl, yes. She blinks at Lehnyn, and releases grasp on the stuffed green to waggle fingers. D'renn is noticed, and Lis. Both get a wave, as well, and a cheery, "Hello!"

A brow just gets arched back at D'renn, Lis keeping a reasonably straight face otherwise. Smirking happily, she even waves in the direction of a few residents before her gaze is caught by something male. Distractable, she is. "Of course," the greenrider states cheerfully, beaming at B'loved with just the hint of a leer. "My Alymath's going up."

Lehnyn walks up to Delphia and leans over, looking very closely at the stuffed green, "Whatcha got there? A stuffed flitter?"

Arilyn looks at everyone, too uncomfortable to talk with them.

Delphia suddenly clutches the stuffed toy tighter, with both arms, "Yes. And it's /mine/!" She knows how these boy's minds work. They're /eviiiiil/.

Ko'en nods, trying to look relaxed about it all. "And /my/ Barbarianth will be following her," he says, trying to keep th assurance in his voice. Never mind that he's too busy dribbling juice down his chin in his effort to appear unconcerned by it all.

B'loved allows his shoulders to shrug nonchalantly. "I gathered from Truth that a flight was near, but the flight of our lovely Lis's Alymath? Interesting." He winks at her, smirking slightly to himself. Truth? Well, he just tries his hardest to muddle his poor rider's thoughts. "I think Truth has 'is gleaming dragon eyes set on her too..."

"Fine!" Lehnyn spats. "I didn't want it anyway!" Stupid girls. He turns around, folding his arms at his chest. He looks back around and says very softly, "so what's her name?"

Arilyn says quietly, "Is there to be a clutch soon?"

"No, no clutch soon...." D'renn catches all interesting things like that. "Wish there was," he grumbles... "I'm getting bored." His attention drifts off a little, to mesh with Trydanth for one gloriously messy moment.

Arilyn nods slighty.

"Of course you didn't want it. Boys only rip them to pieces." Delphia sits on a bench, still clutching her 'lizard, "Greenie." Is the simple reply. A glance to D'renn, "Bored?" is echoed, "When I'm bored, I play outside, or paint..."

Arilyn pulls her blouse and vest back onto her shoulder, only to have them slip off again...

"When I'm bored, I fly Threadfall," D'renn replies, frowning rather and looking down into his juice as if he wishes it were something else.

M'rin shuffles quietly in from the Central Bowl.

Lehnyn sits on the bench a good man-length between him and Delphia, "Greenie?" he taunts, "what kind of silly name is Greenie? You're silly. A silly, silly girl."

Arilyn says, "Be nice to her!"

Ko'en is glad his /is/ juice. If only it also tasted like that.... Eyes concentrate on the lovely Lis. "Err... you look pretty tonight..." he says. He's just too suave, ain't he?

Delphia sniffs slowly, "But, Greenie likes her name!" Near tears, she adds, "And you're a mean boy! Mean!" She starts kicking her feet out at Lehnyn.

Arilyn walks over to Delphia. "It's okay. Boys don't understand things like that."

Lehnyn jumps away from Delphia, sticking his tongue out at her. He looks at Arilyn. Not another girl. He turns away, there has to be some other boys around here somewhere.

"Pretty, huh?" Shameless flattery - suave or otherwise - works on Lis, as she cocks her head with another leer at Ko'en and a predatory grin. "You don't look so bad yourself..." Proddiness - it's a wonderful excuse for acting like an idiot.

Delphia stops kicking, having tired of that. She peers to Arilyn, "Boys are /mean/!" A glance to Lis, "She's silly. She likes boys. That's not fair..." A pause, "Do girls become traitors when they get older?"

Arilyn starts to walk back to where she was and trips on the hem of her pants, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

D'renn winces. Lis is /admiring/ Ko'en. Surely there's something wrong with that? Especially when D'renn himself is nearby?

Lehnyn turns around and begins to laugh at Arilyn, pointing his finger at her.

Khia heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Arilyn says, "I guess they do."

Who would admire any male? Delphia eyes Lehnyn as he starts teasing Arilyn, and picking up a meatroll from a nearby plate, throws it towards him, "Meanie!"

Ko'en has never had an excuse for acting like an idiot. Oh the sorrow. "ER, yeah..." he murmurs, grinning inanely at Lis. "Alymath know that? About me?" If rider preference can influence the dragon, let's exploit it!

The meatroll hits Lehnyn squarely in the face, knocking him to the ground, now it's his turn to start drying, but he doesn't, he's a big boy now. He picks the meatroll up and throws it back at her, but apparently she had much better aim than he and it flies over her head.

Arilyn begins to say I want to go home, but remembers that she doesn't have anywhere else to go...

Delphia laughs, now, at Lehnyn, before standing and making her way to Arilyn, and offering a hand. Delph is small, but she does have a bit of strength, "He's just a big ol' meanie boy."

Arilyn stands up and tries to runs back to the Brat cave, but trips over the hem of her pants and falls down hardly.

Alymath> Alymath wastes no time on flirty crooning or idle neck-rubbing; no, she is hovering over the frightened horde of herdbeasts, her breath huffing out and hanging like clouds over her prey. A fat buck is chosen, golden-hued talons grabbing onto its neck, pulling it away and to the ground. Soon, warm blood spills out from the torn neck of the animal; a red river of life, stopped by long dragon tungue and wildly pushed in between pointed teeth. And suddenly, not even sparing a glance to her admirers, the green dragon, pink hues shining aglow beneath her skin, spreads out her wings and with a *snap*, she is airborne. Better be quick, or you might not be able to keep up with her at all!

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

Alymath> Above the Feeding Pens
Alymath> Wayward breezes carry the mixed scent of herdbeast and wherry from below, occasionally fusing with the salty odor of the ocean from afar. Spires overlook and shadow the pens below, often blanketing the scythed, claw-cut ledges used for feeding. Thermals, unusually steady for this area, keep that scent aloft and ever-present, growing stronger as they descend to the feeding grounds below.
Alymath> It is a summer midmorning.

Alymath> Barbarianth bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Periwinkle bursts up from the dust below.

Alymath> Yah, the pens really are too dusty. Still, the lake is nice, so towards the lake you go.

Alymath> Above the Lake
Alymath> A panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl beaten flat as it curves out from the lake's chalky waters, dusky earth 'neath the endless stretch of sky above before the Weyr's spindles break the view. Milky blue-green waters swirl below, tempering the 'lizard filled air with gentle thermals that flow and eddy through the Walls' many cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the nearby rocks, endless layers of Weyrs tucked into the wall as it sweeps right up to the Star Stones high above.
Alymath> It is a summer midmorning.

Alymath> Trydanth trails dust in from the pens.
Alymath> Rixesith trails dust in from the pens.
Alymath> Periwinkle trails dust in from the pens.

Lis casts a pout in Delphia's direction as she corrects disdainfully, "I'm not silly - I'm proddy." The difference is dubious, in this greenrider's case. Head cocked in a sudden curiosity, nearly spilling her cereal on the floor. "Aw, shards... There she goes!" Lis wants a little warning, here, but soon she's on her feet and out into the bowl. Whoo.

Arilyn holds her wrist to her chest, it looks swolen again.

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

Central Bowl
Bronze Nhamarath, green Kelitath, green Zaqith, and blue Sardrinth are here.
You see a wagonmaster here.
Kh'et, Ragis, Thesy, Pyrene, Lethan, and Siannen are here.

Thesy gingerly steps on an obligingly raised foreleg and after a fast ascent settles between Sardrinth's stardusted neckridges.

Alymath> Barbarianth circles in from the bowl.

M'rin steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

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

Alymath> Ah, the old up-and-over-the-lake tactic! Barbarianth knows that one. Wings stretch out and he circles, seeking what thermals he can find in a place this cold. His eyes are on Alymath and his lungs are on full-blast. A love-song, a battle-cry, it's hard to tell. But, hey! He's making the effort.

Kh'et sways, leaning into Ragis as Tel takes to the air. His eyes hold about as much focus as Lethan's at the moment. But he sees.....the shimmering jewel they desire.

Ko'en steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Alymath> Revnath circles in from the bowl.

Truth steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Alymath> Here we go, here we go, here we go.... Trydanth's heading upwards, onwards, blood racing, heart pumping, head dizzy with the very idea of Alymath.

Pyrene wrinkles her nose, spotting the riders coming out. "This is all I need," she mutters, taking Gervaise's hand and barely noticing the man's flirting. "Alright, it's this way... I'm afraid we'll be going the long route..."

D'renn races from the living caverns... pauses, races back, and eventually reappears with a wineskin just in time to spot the dragons heading up and over the bowl. "Ah-hah, there they go...."

Ko'en shuffles out awkwardly, and blushing through his fixed gaze upon Lis. There they go... and his hormones are up there with them!

B'loved casts a glance over to Pyrene, following D'renn in. He just catches her words. "Just what you need, eh? Another proddy green... where's Truth now?"

Ragis slips an arm around his weyrmate, supporting his weight. He sighs as he sees the dragons take to the air a short distance away. A cloud passes across his features as he leans against Kh'et, wondering how they'll get back to the weyr and privacy.

Above, Telynth drops in from Spires' height.

Oh, dear. /People/. Lis isn't the most brilliant strategist, and peers around with a few confused blinks. "Ground weyrs," she announces, finally, eyeing the wineksine-bearing weyrlingmaster with some relief. Wine helps, yep. Deliberately /not/ looking up where her lifemate's definately being silly, the greenrider wanders off in that direction.

===== Disconnected temporarily. Yuck. ========

Does Ko'en get wine? His eyes flick between D'renn's skin and Lis'... something or other, and he follows either and both to the ground-weyrs, meek as a sheep.

Kh'et pulls Ragis with him, he doesn't need wine.
Kh'et abandons the bowl for ground weyr's shelter.

Open sky is exchanged for protecting stone.

Ground Weyrs
Brown Trebinth is here.
Kh'et is here.

D'renn comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Ragis comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Ko'en comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
B'loved comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
M'rin comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Alymath> Revnath seems to revel in merely being above the ground, the flat, two-dimensionality of it paling with the dynamic atmosphere of the air. He weaves among blues and bronzes and browns, confident in his superiority and not needing to flaunt it.

Alymath> Truth trails dust in from the pens.

Alymath> Rixesith follows the pack, well to the back of the group of hopefuls. Blood specked muzzle strains, in desperate hopes to get in front of one, someone...But it's difficult, his enormous bronzen body not made for this type of flight...However, he can't be /that/ bad. He has caught Alymath before, as well as another green. Still, that's no guarentee he'll catch again...

Alymath> Neely trails dust in from the pens.

Much better... Eyeing the room for a place comfortable to plop down, Lis settles into a chair in a comfortable slump, legs swung idly over the side as she makes herself at home. "Couldja pass the wineskin, D'renn?" asks the greenrider sweetly, a leer directed at the 'lingmaster.

Alymath> In a blur of blue, Truth is away. Has to catch up, as it seems he's trailing behind the pack... a late starter. He stretches out, flying as fast as he's ever flown.

D'renn settles down, cross-legged atop the wooden chest next to Lis' chair. "Wine coming right up... didn't bring any goblets though." He passes the skin over, regardless.

Ko'en settles into a less comfortable stiff-as-a-ramrod position on a bench. "Wine," he repeats, managing to make his voice sound as glazed as his eyes. "Wine." Or maybe Lis. He won't be fussy in view of the circumstances.

B'loved takes a seat on the other side of Lis, pulling a chair over to make himself comfortable. "Wine?" He looks about. Wine, greenriders, what more does a man need?

Ick. Wine. M'rin isn't a wine drinker. Give him plain water anyday...Nor does he like flights. But that big bronzen lifemate of his is just so sharding--..Anyway. Different subject. M'rin shuffles into the cavern, quite behind the rest, and takes a chair much nearer to Lis than he would of liked. (He still thinks women bite...But they do, don't they?) About twenty handspans away, to be exact.

Lis just /rolls/ her eyes in exhasperation, taking the wineskin anyway. "Really, D'renn... And how many greens has Trydanth chased by now?" Teasing the bluerider remorselessly, she attempts to get the wine out of the skin and into her mouth without soaking herself - not easy, it seems. "Didja want some?" is asked cordially of B'loved as she holds out the wineskin to the rider.

"A few thousand... and hey, I brought that wine for me!" D'renn protests, as Lis makes free with the stuff.

B'loved rubs his hands together evilly. "Uh, sure..." Wrong some, B'loved. Nice try, though. He takes the wineskin gratefully, and takes a mouthful, handing it back with a lerring grin.

Ko'en waves one hand feebly. "I'll have some wine.... Lissss...." Especially if D'renn's providing it. D'renn needs his pockets emptying--but hopefully not literally by Ko'en's hands!

Lis tosses the wineskin in Ko'en's general direction benevolently. She can always justify the decision later by blaming Alymath. "You can't drink all of it," the greenrider tells D'renn in a haughty, derisive tone. "Might as well share."

Alymath> Telynth rises up, certianly not the leader, but not lagging the furthest behind. The songs of courting ended, now comes the testing of the battle-sky. Twice Rixesith's beaten him to the green. But not this time. Oh no. He certianly doesnt' think so.

Alymath> Alymath spares a moment's time to crane her neck, large head adorned with perfect headknobs turning to watch the blue, brown and bronze glints behind her. A challenging bugle is heard, the sound taken by the wind as the lanky form of the green dragon takes a sharp turn downwards, wings aligned on her back to give her speed enough to get down, down, down, almost hitting the surface of the lake, and then up, up, up in a wild spin, casting off flashes of jaded and reddened skin.

Ko'en finds the self-awareness to wink at D'renn as he takes a good swig. "We're all friends here after all..." he adds, some of Barbarianth's brash confidence coming through. "Or soon will be..." and that last was obviously directed straight at the greenrider in their midst.

Alymath> There are plenty of other dragons to beat Telynth to the green, and Trydanth intends to be one. A heated rush of fierce energy sends him soaring up past his ledge: not following Alymath's aerobatics but seeking instead to sneak ahead and above, ready for when she truly rises in all her glory.

"No we're not, give me my wineskin back, brat." D'renn hops from his boxy perch to stand over Ko'en to the best of his ability - watching a short man loom is quite an event. "You're too young, and I brought that for me. And Lis."

Alymath> Truth rises further, trying to get above the pack. He dives down, following Alymath's every move... with a certain charm and grace that only /he/ can master at a time like this... or so he thinks. He trumpets an enticing call, pushing himself harder. He'll be the one to catch the green queen... the Truth is out there.

B'loved smirks to himself, catsing a cold glance to D'renn. "C'mon now, you don't mean that?" Soft side. Usually impresses the 'gels... usually. His eyes follow around the room, landing on Lis once more. Ahh...

Alymath> Revnath takes the plunge, following in Alymath's path, pulling up perhaps the least bit slower and skimming the surface of the lake for a split second. A larger bronze behind him pulls up just a touch too late and sends a spray of crystal clear drops every which way. Revnath does not notice the bronze. He does not notice pricks of ice upon his flanks and belly and back. All he can see is Alymath, momentarily multiplied by the tiny windows of water before his eyes before they fall far behind him.

Lis smothers a snicker at D'renn and Ko'en, leaning back in her chair and turning most of her attention to her lifemate, eyes lidding in concentration. A smirk appears on her face - the little gossip's still got her ears open for any comments - as she tries to pretend she's oh-so-involved with Alymath.

Alymath> Oh ho ho. A little extra competition? Rixesith rumbles, half amused, half in challenge to his fellow bronze and clutchmate, Telynth. Not this time, eh? Nay, this Fairy King shant be beaten, he will not fail. Such a jewel for a prize, so perfect, an honour to hold, is a privalage he'd like to claim for himself.

Ko'en is vaguely aware that all is fair in a mating flight. On certain levels--and for the others, he can blame it on flight hormones. "Ladies first," he says pompously to D'renn, and he deftly throws the wineskin back to Lis.

D'renn doesn't mind that. He doesn't even try to intercept the skin; just retakes his perch and lets his mind drift off to join his battling blue.

Alymath> Telynth oddly enough doesn't bugle, or trumept or sing. Oh no, he's learned to save that harper-trained lung power for the battle. Even the Fairy King needs fail sometimes. And a lowly bard, humble and feirce all at once certianly deserves a chance for so great a prize. Else the soul would dispare from lack of fire, absence of passion. And who can truely be more passionate than a bard?

Alymath> Alymath trumphets haughtily, increasing the distance between her pursuers and her lanky, green self. Like a pinky arrow of jaded green she shoots through the sky, too-large wings spread, then stilled, then beating furiously, all serving in making her able to do her aerial acrobatics. Below, a shimmer of green can be seen in the still reflecting waters of the Weyrlake, the shadowy figures behind resembling a V formation. And she, Alymath, is the Leader, the Temptress, the One to pursue. But she will never be caught, /never/!

B'loved follows Li's lead, and also pretends to look involved with his lifemate... however, he's not as good at acting as she, and ends up looking like a fool praying to Faranth for grace. He stops abruptly, not wanting to be laughed at. He sighs. "All's fair in love an war... watch it!" He intercepts the wineskin, glowing an angry shade of red.

Alymath> Trydanth once more follows in Alymath's wake - shades of her weyrling wingleadering days. But this time he's not keeping his position; no formation interests him. The chase is his, the lust is his, the speed is his: all combine to swerve the blue deftly close to his goal.

Alymath> Sriath circles in from the bowl.
Alymath> Sriath was here the whole time...

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

Alymath> Barbarianth does like a good challenge... never say never, my dear. That haughty trumpet's a siren-song in his ears, the pinky arrow of jaded green may as well be fired by Cupid himself... but then, he doesn't subscribe to such romanticisms. His own bellowed call is drawn out by the primal mating urge and he breaks the V, leaving the marauding hordes of suitors to woo alone... /his/ way.

Lis unlids one eye carefully, peering at the amassed riders of Alymath's chasers, several of which seem quite interested in their lifemates as well. Hmm... The greenrider uses the chance to slip out of her jacket - it's starting to get just a /bit/ hot in here.

Alymath> Truth pushes himself harder, skating just above the water. He rises, so as not to be slowed by the water rushing against him; he echoes Alymaths trumpet in a more defiant tone. Wings spread to their full span, leaving not much room beside him for any of the others. All other movement is blocked out; Alymath /is/ the goal, /is/ the focus. He falls out of the formation, pushing himself even further, drawing as close to the green as any of the others. The Truth /is/ out there.

Kh'et doesn't bother with the acting. He's totally lost. Kh'et's not home right now, leave a message with his weyrmate and he'll get back to you shortly. Or would that be eventually? He misses out on the wine-passing all together. The aubourn haired one's not like most harpers, it's klah, not wine that flows through his veins.

Ko'en may be mainly seeing a soaring green ahead and above, but Lis getting out of her jacket manages to penetrate the mature rush of desire to that inner core of adolescent tittering that has yet to be exterminated (despite attempts by many and sundry). His eyes bulge momentarily at the green-rider's... torso, and then once again glaze over with Barbarianth.

Alymath> The sith Lord and the Bard, battling for the same prize, the one goal. Nay, but Rixesith bugles no challange, saving his breath for the battle ahead as his own dusty bronze hide glittering as he darts past a brown, a blue, and gains a little ground. Still, he can't help but allow a soft, low rumble to sooth his bronzen throat as he catapults on, the elegantly curved wingtips of his sail-like wings barely missing other wingtips, tips of tails. Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere...searching for the one true maiden, the perfect lady, to capture his heart and steal it away.

B'loved notices nothing much, Truth's concentration taking over him like the tide. And this time, it's /not/ an act. Wide eyes stare straight, blank... as if blinded. Until, of course, Lis decides to take her jacket off... that seems to add adrenaline to the blood...

D'renn wants his wine. He wants his green - no, wait, that's Trydanth. Clenching his teeth, the 'lingmaster strives for the relaxation that should be so easy after so many flights.

Alymath> Sriath pumps jack-o-lantern faced wings, flashing an eerie face upon periwinkle sails. Trick-or-treat, Alymath! Sriath is out to get the green prize. Who's the best at pranks and games? Why he is, of course! And this flight is just another game is his jeweled eyes. Pushing his strength, he'll easily wear out as any kid on Halloween night. A silver-toned bugle escapes the light jaws.

Iri hides in the corner, her eyes darting about the room. No matter how she tries, her eyes shift back to Lis and focus on her. Looking away suddenly, she closes them and thinks of pranks and dolphins and sweets, trying to block out Sriath. Yes, it's useless, but she'll try.

Alymath> Telynth darts around one persuer. He breaks formation, how very unlike him. But even his rider will admit there are times when the rules should be broken. Clumsy just doesn't admit that often. He pulls himself to fly above his clutchmate, watching the arieal display.....She dances....so like that tinker that once captured his rider's heart...Out of my shell, I've been drawn, by such a beauty, as I"ve never known, She dances 'cross my mind, with the most natural of grace, she dances through my heart, with the loveliest of face, So quick to watch me tremble, so quick to see a smile....and e'en after she leaves, she'll be in my heart for a long, long while.....How fitting.....

Lis smirks again - her ego's only half the size of Rukbat, really - as she notices Ko'en's reaction. /Really/, now; her tunic isn't that bright a purple, is it? Feet swing idly over the edge of her chair, pausing from time to time as Alymath insists on poking into her thoughts.

Ko'en will no doubt gawp at Lis enough to swell her ego until it eclipses Rukbat... but only as the flight progresses. He's staring, soaring, sitting, striving... and is that the taste of wine or blood in his mouth. Whatever. Lis, Alymath... the collective female is worth it and more.

Kh'et breaths through parted lips, eyes perhaps only half open. But they are on Lis, intense deep blue that's wholely absent of the grey that mutes his eyes normally. Ragis might be in his grasp, but his deep bond to Telynth precludes, no, supercedes his otherwise loyalty.

D'renn is attempting nonchalance. He's not looking at Lis, he's not looking at her... Well, alright, he's looking at her, blue eyes wide, but he's not /seeing/ her. So that makes it alright.

Alymath> Revnath has been a fire-arrow, soaking in oil through every flight, the eventual flame growing ever hotter. He streaks through the air, ever aware of his outstanding notability and importance, as well as great deal many more of those qualities of greatness. With the style inherent in him from the shell, he dances, a hint of his magical nature seeming to create a golden aura about him, about those trailing Alymath, overtaking some, unable to match the wingspread of others. But he sparkles for Alymath on the leading edge of the pack of males, putting forth the best of himself.

Alymath> Alymath is growing tired, but a glance behind assures her that only a handful of the crowd has managed to stay with her. They won't have a chance though, for she is faster than them, smaller than them and smarter than them. She can outfly them, and so she will. Large, green form breaks on a whim free from the would-be formation, heading towards the surface of the lake at a breathtaking pace. Water is grazed quickly, and then she turns around, heading straight towards blue, brown and bronze. Will they collide? No, not yet, as green wings still again, and the glowing dragon shoots right through the crowd like a knife through ripe fruit. Who will be quick enough to turn around and catch her...?

Iri grumbles inwardly as she escapes from her corner only to take a seat on the ground. Deep breath is taken in, surroundings again surveyed. She stares at Lis again and tears her eyes away to blink at the floor.

Ragis suppresses a wince from where the bronzeriders strong fingers dig painfully into his flesh. He keeps his gaze focused below those beautiful blue eyes, remembering Thesy's words and running them over and over in his mind. Still the pain and sorrow is there, though unseen.

Alymath> Faster and smaller and smarter she may be, but heading directly through and past the group of dragons might not be the best maneuver. Especially not with Trydanth able to coil his copper-blue self, spin on a wingtip, and streak - a blue streak - directly after his one sole desire: Alymath, here he comes!

Alymath> Barbarianth is as young and vibrant as Alymath herself. Not really all that surprising seeing as he's her clutchmate... and you can say the same about many of the remaining chasers. Yet he has remained aloof from the pack, even while in the thick of the chase--there's safety in numbers, but where women are concerned, work alone!--and so, he has room to manoeuver, to spread his wings and to bank and to dive... and to catch?

"Oh, /shards/..." Lis whimpers, squinting her eyes shut as fingers grip at the chair like tiny, claw-less talons. Her lip is bitten against a sudden intrusion of Alymath into her conciousness, the greenrider tensed and poised - poised, that is, to bolt out of the room if need be.

Alymath> Telynth flicks out his overly long tail, pulling in his right wing to bank left. He's nearly turned before she's sliced through the others like a crossbow bolt. But is it enough? Has he studied her long enough, wooed her sufficiently? Will she call for him, and him alone? Either way he's not taking a chance, he swoops in, dodging tooth and claw. Now comes the true frey. Now he croons to her with all his passion and heart. He knows she is not one to stay still for long, but perhaps, just perhaps he could be so honoured as to share the moment, emerald gypsie?

Ko'en is poised himself... to stop Lis' bolt if need be. And also to make a dash for the lake and/or any available female (hi Iri!). Barbarianth's intense focus immerses him for now, but that focus is so near its breaking point.

Alymath> Sriath may not be as nimble or quick as his blue brothers, nor as strong and large as his brown and bronze cousins, but he's got power. Oversized wings and youthfully slim body make a great combonation...as long as he didn't use the last of his energy. Wearing out as well, he begins to show signs of doubt, but he'll persue. A last spurt of power as he watches, a glint in his eye. On this glorious night...day...he will come out triumphant, with more sweets than any of the other kids...he hopes. Here Sriath comes for the treats, better watch out!

D'renn is certainly poised: to make a grab for Lis or his wineskin, whichever is more appropriate. His teeth savage his lower lip - he's tensed, in suspense.

Iri's body tenses as she watches Lis and her nails dig into her left arm with anticipation. Eyes dart to glance at the others, sizing them up, so to speak. But she may make a wild dash, too...just to get out of this atmosphere smothered in emotions from dragons.

Alymath> Revnath is in the thick of the dragons, diving and weaving among jewel-toned hides, there to catch Alymath, before she even enters the pack. He is Revnath; as Revnath, he knows these things, can predict them to a turn. And the prediction has been made - he swivels in flight, ready to catch a dart of green to complement his red arrow. Now the only test of his kowledge is whether or not Alymath will be ensnared, or if he has misjudged and she is caught or passes on through.

Alymath> Faster? Aye. Stronger? Nay. Strength and agility shall overcome speed, for with them comes speed, as great or greater than that of the delicate green's. Rixesith's powerful shoulder and wing muscles ripple with the effort as he gains another dragon length, plowing past a faltering brown. Flying between the cold moon and earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took, at a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts...And aye, it did, for Rixesith's heart is stolen, captured by an unknowning thief. He starts, backwinging hurriedly as Alymath charges the followers, him included. A chance, a glimmer of hope...Wings extend to a billowing bronzen cloak. Fore legs, hind legs, tail, all reach towards the green, the jewel, inviting, tempting...Will he catch her? Will he miss, and learn to feel that of a broken heart?

Kh'et pulls forward, from the couples pearch along a wall. How can he ever explain this to Ragis? That truely, he is not himself in this moment? Only Lis has the choice. There has to be some way for him to learn to seperate from Telynth at least a little in a flight. But he's not learning it today.

Ragis dares a glance up at Kh'et's face and sighs breathlessly. "I'm here, love....." he whispers. He grips those broad shoulders as tightly as he can and refuses to look away from his mate's eyes and refuses to show any emotion but his love for the bronzerider. He will help Khay as well as he may, today and always.

Alymath> Alymath is caught. A brown wingtip collides with her jaded green one, and she bugles wildly, the sound passing from surprise into reluctance and then into a husky, lustful surrender. Oblivious to anything but Revnath, green head swivels, coiling her neck around the brown's. The red is complemented; now it is time for brown to complement pink-glowing green...

Alymath> Trydanth dives.... and misses. Alymath is taken, Trydanth is gone.
Alymath> Trydanth swoops down low over the lake, landing safely on Trydanth's ledge.

Alymath> Barbarianth stares... right. Bad loser... vengeance against Revnath--whoever said that barbarians were honourable. But sigh.... dragons are, and so he wheels down to the bowl, disconsolate.

Alymath> Sriath watches green collide with brown. Big wings falter and he's off to sulk by eating a huge pile of cookies...hrm, maybe not catching ain't so bad after all...

Alymath> Telynth croons out his heartbroken despair. Again, the lady choses another.....

"Geko!" It's the first word out of Lis' mouth in a glimse of sanity, eyes suddenly flashing open with brown sparks as she looks around for the brownrider, her eyes suddenly going after something - or someone - else as Geko's apparently missing in action... She might just bolt after all.

No Geko? There's a D'renn though, and he's making a lunge to grab - well, presumably his wineskin, but accidents do happen.

M'rin looks relieved. Oh so relieved. Rix didn't catch. Maybe Rix is all unhappy now, and will be grumpy for a few days, but at least he's not being jumped on by a proddy Lis...

Iri whew's as Sriath's thoughts are suddenly on cookies... "Whatta relief!

Alymath> Telynth heads out across the bowl.

Ko'en stands ready to rush and then thinks. Wait a moment... No Geko... Which means Lis is still here. The dragon loses and the rider catches, and failing that there's always Iri. Rawr again, good friends!

Alymath> Sriath heads out across the bowl.

Iri peers at Ko'en... Maybe she'll make like a greenrider and get the heck outta here...

Aha. The victim of circumstance - or so she claims - now goes after D'renn, eyeing the weyrlingmonster with... well, it's probably frightening. "You're not leaving just yet," Lis mutters determinedly in a low tone. Raar indeed.

D'renn wasn't going anywhere? Honestly? Erm.... "Lis?" he asks in surprisingly nervous tones, reaching out to... well, it could be to fend her off, or to embrace her. Take your pick?

Alymath> Revnath is not surprised. How could he be? He knew that this would happen. Accepting his victory gracefully, he assists Alymath with coiling her neck with his, and twining his tail with hers, crooning. He has seen her from afar, and now he is upon her. Objects are closer than they appear.

Ko'en forgets Lis then... "Iri..." he hisses, sidling carefully after the girl. Definitely time for her to get the heck outta here!

Iri's eyes pop open and she growls at Ko'en, standing her ground. Glare, glare, and mega-glare. Ko'en himself might wanna get the heck outta here in her opinion...

Lis decidedly pounces, springing from her chair into D'renn's open arms willingly. Without too much wine, either. Granted, there was some lifemate influence, but the greenrider's none-too-concerned at the minute.

Kh'et turns his attetion even as Tel veers off to land just outside. "Beautiful...?" He sounds like he's waking up, and his eyes are growing less and less fuzzy. "Home...." Comes in a soft breath. He defenatly doesn't want to be here for the coupling he's not really apart of.

Uh-oh! D'renn hefts Lis into his arms, and carries her into the inner ground weyr with a look of utter amazement emblazoned for all to see.

D'renn ducks beneath the heavy curtain and goes into the inner ground weyr.

Ducking 'neath the heavy weyrhide curtain, you enter a smaller cavern.