She's glowing more and more by the minute... green Alymath will take the skies in 5 minutes! All interested can join, it's not predetermined. Just page Keris and you'll be ready to chase :)
-- entered by Keris on 2000-05-13 18:25 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.
Tyara and Quara are here.
Labor? Not at only eight months, heavens no, darling. She's just uncomfortable fat. "Oh, simply wonderful, luv, now that that simply sharding morning sickness is all over with," she gushes, making a face and then giggling. "Oh, Lissie! Over here, luv, it's practically a party." Uh-huh. Yup. Still, the jovial bluerider and mother-to-very-soon-be is at her garrulous best.
Oh, bother. That was Quara.
Beware - it's full force proddiness as Lis struts into the cavern. Not quite a strut, it's scary to behold nonetheless, especially as the greenrider is quite - visibly - pregnant. "/Hell/ooo, Quara..." she sings across the cavern, picking up on weird vibes from Alymath and sending her fellow gravid female a broad grin, skipping over in her direction. Tyara, however, who has no male lifemate - thank Faranth? - gets scowled at.
And Lis just gets the scowl right back. "I see. and soon you'll have a screaming kid, ruining your sleep instead," Tyara drawls, settling back comfortably in her chair. Isn't she just the picture of encouragement? A fine example of her job, yup. "/Afternoon/, Lis. I hear it's time for the hormones to fly again?" Literally.
Salea drifts in from the Central Bowl.
Quara laughs cheerfully. "Oh, of course, but only for as long as it takes to foist her off on you, Tyara," she responds, innocently, before Lis gets a beaming face turned to her. "Oh, hello, Lissie. If you don't mind my asking, dear," she inquires, "it /is/ about time for Alymath to go up again, isn't it?" A confidential wink is sent Lis-wards, and she gestures outside. "That's what I've gathered from Sakuruth, see," she adds, explanatorily.
C'doy sits down, snagging a bubbly pie and munching on it as the young brown rider watches the other people curiously. He blinks, and softly comments. "Ah, yes, Alymath was lookin' a bit bright...."
Salea pops into the caverns, a jaunty bounce in her step. Stopping by the ever present klah pot, she stops to listen to the gossip. Ears perk - if that's possible - at the rumours. A flight?
Quara goes home.
"A bit?" Tyara stares at the young brownrider, her eyes narrowing. "That dragon could light up the entire Weyr if she wanted to!"And she probably would if there were males around.
And a Salea too? "Hiya Salea!" Lis warbles from across the cavern, waggling fingers shamelessly at the brownrider. "Looks like it," gets chirped back curtly at Tyara - too many hormones flitting about her system already to stay in a bad mood. C'doy, however, gets a nice long glance from the greenrider, who sends a sly grin in his way. "Oh, shuddup, Tyara. Alymath's only glowing a little bit, just like... Hmm. What's /your/ name." This is asked of the young brownrider.
Salea does the warble thing too - just with her fingers, waving them towards Lis. Making her way through the crowded tables, she slides into a chair near the greenrider. "Hey there Lis, Tyara..." She's in such a good mood tonight - the Weyrlings must be busy with their work, else she'd be playing catch-up with them. "What's this about glowing? Are we short glows or something?"
A shy shrug is offered, anlong with a wave to newcomer. He's stayed in her weyr a lot, only coming out to eat, and then not often. "I'm C'doy..." he answers by way of introduction, shy charm somewhat enamating from him.
"Hrm." Tyara gives a haughty tilt of her chin, looking down at Lis. Slightly down. "A little bit? Oh," nanny informs Salea, "we're just discussing Alymath and her ability to light up the whole Weyr when she's proddy." There, that's what they're talking about. C'doy is eyed warily. If there're going to be more pregnancies....
Salea flips hair out of her face, "C'doy..." Eyebrows lower in contemplation..."You're from where? You name...seems really familiar somehow." She adds, "Its always good to see new faces around the Weyr, especially now with the Candidates streaming in."
"Oh, Tyara, Alymath is no where near that bright, even if she's about to go up." A silly giggle follows these words, and once again Lis' eyes are on the other brownider - C'doy, as she gathers from his introduction. "Well, well, it's certainly a pleasure to meet you, C'doy," the greenrider states in voice just above sultry, giving him a smile just outside of a leer. Poor shy thing - no match for Alymath-hormones.
C'doy shakes his head slightly. "I'm sorry, can't r'member names very well..." He smiles at Lis. "Pleasure t' meet you, too, maa'm..." he replies politely, then somewhat huddling up in his chair. "Chadoynth, m' brown, was from the last clutch.. We're just barely out of the Weyrling Barracks...."
Lis..Sultry? Salea stifles a grin, studying her klah with intensity until the moment passes. "She due soon, Lis?" she asks, and then grins to C'doy. "Shards! You'd think I'd remember my own Weyrlings....so sorry, C'doy." Of course Salea isn't losing her mind...well, not most of it....
Oh joy, kids. At least it's not Ko'en. Hrm. Tyara sends C'doy a long stare, but decides to leave the poor boy be. After all, ending up with a pregnant Lis must be punishment enough. "See, Lis, seems you've really corrupted every childish mind in this Weyr," the nanny drawls.
"Really, Tyara, I could've sworn that was /your/ job," Lis drawls back at the newly-promoted head nanny, dividing her attention between the pair of brownriders - with a bit of bias towards C'doy. "Aw... would this be your first flight, then?" wonders the greenrider innocently, craning her head over one shoulder to nod at Salea. "Quite soon." That's what Alymath says, anyway.
Salea doesn't mind being background - its more her style. Idley, she stirs her klah with the tip of a finger, and smiles. All is right with the world. For at least a bit.
"It /was/ my job, but it seems you've taken over quite nicely," Tyara notes, her smile a false mask of friendliness. "Perhaps we should swap knots?" Really. She couldn't stand more knot-swapping right now!
Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.
C'doy nods. "Yeah, first flight.." Explains why he's so shy, right? Has no idea what to do -- he's farm-bred, so....
Salea waves to Lylia, making room at the table for her. "Cup of klah?" she asks, ready to get herself a refill.
Alymath> Alymath suddenly rises from the ground, silverish wings spreading out with a snap as a huge yawn escaped jaded muzzle. Not even sparing one glance for the males, the green saunters off towards the feeding pens where she can find energy, lanky hips swaying seductively.
Alymath> You go to the Pens.
Alymath> Fallanth lumbers gracefully in from the Central Bowl.
Alymath> Shirath glides in from the Central Bowl.
Alymath> Druseth glances about watchfully, slowly slinking in from the Central Bowl.
Alymath> Chadoynth glides in from the Central Bowl.
Lis ignores Tyara for the most part as her expression toward C'doy softens from lacivious to tender. "Poor thing. Well, don't worry. We all had our first flights. They're more often than not quite enjoyable." Letting the brownrider mull over that, the greenrider turns to face... another brownrider. "'Lo Lylia!" the pregnant greener croons in her wingmate's direction.
"Nah..." Lylia drifts in, a feather on the bitter winds of the 'Reaches bowl. Klah's not something she wants. Sleep, that's the ticket. Giving a finger waggle of a greeting to Salea, she adds in another faint grin and wave to Lis and Tyara, a chair in the corner of the room eyed. Far enough away to be safe.
Alymath> Alymath flies low over the terrified herdbeasts, creating quite a stampede among the animals with her glowing green hide and quickly-rolling orange-tinged eyes. A low grumble is emitting from the green's throat, and without further ado, a fat buck is selected and caught by golden talons, sharp teeth tearing into the meat, tongue eagerly slabbing up the warm blood.
Tyara just ignores Lis back, suddenly aware of the number of flushed-looking riders crowding together in the living caverns. "Oh my..." Does she really want to be here? Oh yes! If nothing else just to see how Lis'll react once the inevitable happens... smirk. Smirk. Lylia is noticed and sent a finger-waggle back, though the nanny's attention stays on the greenrider who's currently the topic of attention and conversation.
Alymath> There's something entrancing about the faint hint of blood in the air, the coppery taste only a breath away. Druseth glides easily over the pack, the flailing animals left in Alymath's wake. Hunter-born, the screams of herdbeasts bringing out the desire for a taste, the dragon slams his wings out, diving down with a smooth motion. Sharp talons dig into the fatty neck, oversized fangs latching onto the beast's throat as he lands next to it. Contentment is truly the sweet, intoxicating taste of blood.
Alymath> Shirath watches the green with a keen eye. Ready to set flying at any moment. Jeweled eyes are glistening as he surveys the chaotic feeding grounds.
Alymath> Chadoynth watches tensely, muscles bunching up as the air of anticipation unconsiously prepares him for a leap into flight. The young brown watches the beautiful glowing green. A herdbeast runs in a panic past him, and head follows it's path before he turns back to Alymath.
Awww, Tyara wants to see poor Lylia suffer as well? The rider's doing rather well for herself, hoarding a small loaf of bread and nibbling at it. The midnight colored jacket normally clutched around her is deposited on the back of her chair. Lylia'll just watch the rest of the fun destined to happen, thank you.
Alymath> Fallanth whisps - whips - pounces. Blood, yes, gore - certainly....but there's still one element missing. Grumbles...Rumbles...Roars. Stepping the mayhem up a notch seems to be the key. Fallanth waits, himself orange-eyed and ready.
Salea doesn't think anyone should suffer - not on such a beautiful night. Moodily, she glances up at Lis. "We don't want to interrupt the kiddies...should we move to the ground Weyrs?" After all, that's...ahem...what they're used for mostof the time....
Alymath> Red is suddenly the dominant color of Alymath. Her eyes, a bright contrast to glowing green hide which isn't concealed that easily from the bloodstains from beasts. Gory muzzle is raised into the air, orange blending with red in swirlin' eyes as the green glances around, carefully watching each and every one of her would-be chasers. A low croon rises in volume until it surely must fill the ears and mind of those present, the heardbeasts fleeing in terror as she spreads her wings once again. But this time she goes up, up, up, towards freedom and flight.
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> Chadoynth bursts up from the dust below.
Lis' fingers drum over the table in front of her as the thinks about something intensely. Or, at least it looks like she is. "Hmm?" It takes the greenrider a few moments to come out of it, blinking blearily at Salea before nodding. "Oh, right. Ground weyrs. Need any help getting there, C'doy?" purrs the greenrider, fluttering her eyelashes at the poor boy.
Alymath> Druseth bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Shirath bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Chadoynth follows the green, muscled wing powerfully beating the air as he soars up, up into the wake of the bright, glowing Alymanth. His eyes swirl, a rainbow of colors, as he looks down -- and drops down a dragonlength or two before soaring up again.
C'doy blinks. "Uhmmm...." he answers, shyness completely taking over. "Okaayyyy...." he finally agrees.
Alymath> Fallanth takes off a moment after the pack, svelt wings beating to catch up. Red is everywhere tonight - as part of the sun's rays, upon Fallanth's sleek muzzle, and flecking his mood. He will follow. He will be there.
Alymath> A momentary lapse of memory makes Druseth nearly not leave the ground, and the precious heat that fills the blood spilling onto his paws. But there's a green, isn't there? The sudden sound cutting through the air, the flash of gleaming emerald taunting the males... The brown belatedly makes his way up, eyes taking on a quick, serious crimson whirling. The hunt, the fancy of a dark lover. Tactics file themselves in his mind, his sun-blazen wings responding with a further stretch, catching the chilly winds, rising higher.
Alymath> Red-orange eyes whirly frantically, the blue swoops up to match the green's pace. His cerulean wings seem to glide effortlessly in this mad chase. Glistening eyes are focused on one thing alone as he focuses on the emerald hide of Alymath. [Shirath]
Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Lis slowly, languidly stands from her chair, swaying gently over towards C'doy and offering her arm. "Don't worry, pet. I'd love to show you 'round." Her attention is diverted by yet another male: Derwin. Though, in her mind right now, she recognizes him as a man first and a person second. "Coming with us, Derwin?" calls the greenrider sweetly.
Derwin stares at Lis with dark eyes through equally dark hair. "Coming where?" he grunts, pouring himself a mug of klah, and watching the steam rise up eerily. "And why?" He finally rasies the mug to his lips. No greeting is given to anyone in the room, but eyes flicker quickly to Lylia in recognition, though friendly the look is not.
Alymath> A long bugle is all Alymath has to say to her followers. Taking advantage of the distance between herself and the males, the glowing green involves herself in a wild display of aerial acrobatics, throwing herself in a wild spin towards the ground and then, with her wings on her back, shooting up through the sky, efficiently gliding between two blues who almost tangle each other up in an attempt to touch her. Craning her head around, another bugle is heard as she sees how far /away/ they all are. Is that the best they can do?
C'doy bites his lip and nods, still not quite sure what to do. "I guess I'd better.. Dunno what else to do....." he whispers to himself.
At least Lylia's got some of her wits about her, compared to the very large flirting woman on C'doy's arm. Narrowed emerald eyes stare carefully at her... Hrm. "And where is it that you want Derwin to go?" But a smirk on her face, she grabs her jacket and stumbles over to Lis. "And I'm invited, aren't I?" The grin turns a little more dark, eyes turning to Derwin. Isn't he coming?
Ha. Snort. Tyara just watches from her chair as Lis desperately throws herself at the first male object walking into the room. Isn't that just typical greenrider behavior? Must be how she ever degraded herself to hitting it off with D'renn. "Oh my..." Seems that's the nanny's favorite remark when Alymath is going up.
Alymath> Fallanth approaches, wings pumping to his own brass band rhythm. Aerobatics aren't for him - not today - as he strives, reliably, after the bouncing green ball. Avoiding the twin tangle of blues, he dips forward, passing another, heavily labouring bronze, to continue the roller-coaster ride.
Alymath> Chadoynth takes up a soft croon to the pretty glowing green above, wings beating frantically as he tries to catch up with his fellows, powerful muscles lifting him up, slowly, but definitely up. The only direction wished to go - after Alymath.
Lis fumbles for an explanation for Derwin, grin dropping from her face for a moment before it appears againm even slyer. "It's... a party, Derwin. And you're most certainly invited, Ly...." the greenrider states with a broadening of her grin, tucking C'doy's arm around hers. "And /you/ are definately invited. Salea too!" Everyone but Tyara - but /does/ the nanny even want to come?
Alymath> Shirath bares down and pushes his wings through the cool air. Sapphire hide shimmers as Shirath shoots across the sky in hot persuit. His eyes seem almost pure red as they whirl around and around. He is sure he can easily match the green's pace.
Alymath> Slicing through the air, Druseth remains even, accounting every little air current as a threat. Sun glints on the crimson-painted hide, the dark brown continues his climb upwards, forward, ever towards the green. Spirals and manuvers are all hers, he merely continues at his pace; no hint of any feint shown. The slightest of rumbles escapes the throat, a craving unlike that of blood. The green remains within the vision of the pair of whirling orange eyes.
Salea chuckles quietly, gathering up her mug. "If you insist, Lis..." Party it is, but perhaps not for long.
Derwin snorts with contempt to rival Tyara's. "Party, eh? And you all know that going to parties and socializing is my favorite thing to do." Yet, he does not refuse to go, as he stands there leaning against the counter, sipping klah.
Multiple blinks are offerd from the shy brown rider, C'doy's eyes slightly glazed as he looks through his dragon's eyes silently "Uhh..."
Alymath> With a playful purr only audible to the wind and herself, Alymath does a 180 degree turn and heads directly towards the males pursuing her, though about at the last minute she folds, turns and dives, gliding beneath them as a teasing streak of pink-glowing jade. The direction is changed, but the pace remains the same. A brown and a bronze collide as they both try to turn around within the same spot of sky, and both dragons have to leave the flight, their disappointed bugles echoing in the bowl beneath.
"Aw, c'mon. You don't have to have fun if you don't want to. Just c'mon." Lylia slips to Lis's side, giving a slight grin to C'doy. Hrm... Nah. But with her arms crossed, clutching her jacket, she hops slightly on her toes. Amused at /something/.
Quara saunters calmly in from the Central Bowl.
"But this is a /special/ party, Derwin," Lis explains to the weyrfolk, voice laden with shameless pleading. "You don't have to socialize if you don't want to..." This is sort the party parents warn their adolescent offspring about... "Shush, pet, it'll be alright soon," greenrider coos at her brownrider on her arm, ushering starting to move towards the door. "And we'd better get going, mmm?" The occassional glaze in Lis' eyes show she's starting to lose it too.
Quara * notes that, for all concerned, she's been here the whole time. ;)
"Urgh," is how Derwin responds to Lylia, eyes half hooded, eyebrows raised. He may be playing apathetic, but there certainly is interest there. "Fine. I won't. Socialize, that is." He glares at Lylia. "And if you even /try/ to get me to..." A saditious smile crosses his face. "You know my canine, don't you Lylia?"
Freak arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Alymath> Shirath growls in protest, as he swoops around until facing Alymath's retreating figure. Wings glisten in the sun's rays as he appears to float to those watching below. Ruby eyes dazzle as they spin. His teeth are bared as he pushes his lean body through the atmosphere.
Alymath> Fallanth doesn't halt - that would take to much time - but flips, rolls, and comes up lower than before. He doesn't quite purr - but does rumble, akin to thunder in the distance. Sidestepping another brown, he swerves, wings pumping manfully to increase speed, eyes tracking only one object and objective - her.
Alymath> Unconcerned about collision, Druseth continues his pace, shifting and changing to avoid any such chance as his wing beat harder. Upwards, up... Then finally, the brown head turns, tilting as he dives downwards, dipping as he shifts to the left. Slinking through the air, he continues the hunt, green emerald ever a luminous jewel to be caught for a but a moment. Left again, changing directions just so slightly.
Returning from her detour to chat it up with one of the lovely blueriders about, Quara rejoins Lis and company, just in time to catch the words 'party' from Lis. "Oh, Lissie, luv, there's a /party/?" Oops. Never let her hear things. "Oh, darling, we simply /must/ take it up to my weyr after the flight then, and I'm sure it'll be fantastic," she offers, jumping right on in. Look out, world!
Freak circles around in a spiral at top speed for a full minute, then promptly speeds into a wall. Without missing a beat, the 'lizard gets up, and starts flying around in circles, chasing its tail again, then richochets into the wall on the other side of the caverns. Then, get back up and...well, you know.
"Ick. That furry thing's scary." Shuddering, the brownrider decides that hiding behind Lis and Quara would be the best thing. Lis's new pet ignored now. "Liiiis, he's bein' mean again." She can find her senses, really, they're just a little fuddled. But still a slight scowl as she peers at Derwin, the rider snags up some of the new Tillek wine. It's her friend. [Lylia]
Lis starts to look very impatient and uncomfortable now - not to mention C'doy, who's hardly even paying attention to the rest of the world around him. "I hate to spoil everyone's bad mood," begins the greenrider in a molasses-smooth voice, "but d'ya mind if we could take this little discussion to the ground weyrs, hmmm?" Quara recieves a rolling of eyes, and then a proud grin as she nods towards the boy on her arm. Lookit what she got.
Alymath> Orange becomes more and more dominant in the faceted jewels that are Alymath's eyes, the red now only a slight shadow beneath the lust-displaying fiery fire. Lanky body shoots through the wind as lightly as a feather, overly large wings spread wide as she soars for a heartbeat before picking up on her breathtaking pace once again. More bugles are heard, thrown back by the wind to those fortunate enough to still have stamina to chase her. Craning her head back, the green ensures that not too many of the original followers are there. Good.
Alymath> Shirath is not determined not only to keep up with his opposers but to excel. Blue wings beat at the crystal air as he soars above all the other dragons. As always, his red jeweled eyes are focused on Alymath, though now figure is not so far away.
Alymath> Everything fades. Red to orange, orange to yellow, yellow to brown. Fallanth hoardes his fading strength, muscles burning with tension, and the extra spicy feel of the chase. No more manouvers, no more acrobats - just her, ahead, tantilizingly there. One heartbeat. Two. He falters, then continues, issuing a roaring challenge straight from his lungs - his heart. To her. To her that would be.
Quara flutters, flirts, and is generally fluffy; it's her usual reaction to proddy-dragons in the vicinity. "Oh, Der/win/... I don't suppose you'd care to join us, would you?" is asked, with a flutter of her eyelashes and a gesture in the vague direction of outside.
Derwin shudders. "Don't even -talk- like that," he says disgustedly at Quara. "Just...don't. If you're going, then you're going. If you're not, then you're not. Make up your minds and stop shardin' /cooing/. All of you." Something like a growl rises up from the back of his throat.
Tyara stays in the background now. Safer. Especially since Lis is looking ready to pounce just about /anyone/. Shudder. "Lis, please, for the sake of the children," who're all watching wide-eyed, "take this /outside/!"
Alymath> Only the ashes of the phoenix after rising, brown wings snap backwards, flaring as the compact creature soars down, then up once more. Catching the sky, blood still runs down Druseth's muzzle, hot and burning, the neutral side still trying to the control the dark lover. This way. That. Up. Farther, higher.. Tactics burned into him show, subtle changes turning into distinct methods of piercing the eternal night for the silver-laced touch of jade.
Lis makes up /her/ mind, at any rate. "As you wish, Tyara. C'mon, pet," she coos at poor C'doy, who only moans something unintelligable as the greenrider drags him along with one hand around the boy to keep him from tottering over. And to keep him closer to her, but that's only part of her motive.
"Let's go. Can't expose the rest of the Weyr to us..." But Lylia's still got that wine clutched in her hands, now making a deliberate movement towards the door. "C'mon." And everyone's gonna follow, of course.
And so onto the Ground Weyrs...
Ground Weyrs
Lylia, Quara, Derwin, and Salea are here.
Alymath> Weariness overtakes her all of a sudden, and Alymath stills for a fateful second, alowing the fastest, The One to catch her. Even the wind seems to freeze in time as the beautiful image of a shining, green dragon stills in the air, the early sunlight hitting her and reflecting her blurred image on the snow below. The only sound is the sound of her heartbeat, the blood thundering in her ears, the rush running through her veins. One will reach his goal...
Quara flutters in after Lylia, having abandoned hopes of dragging Derwin along with her. But then in he comes, and so she reattaches herself to him, still cooing. She can't help it, she's just naturally that way. "Oh, Derwin, you don't really mean /that/, do you, luv?" Just ignore the fact that she's eight months pregnant, and she's cute.
"Much better!" A broad smile crosses Lylia's still-muddled expression, the rider tossing her jacket in a corner as she lounges about the door, giving Quara a light smile. "Oh Quara, you do want some wine..." She steps up towards Quara's new victim, grinning at both bluerider and Derwin. Grinning evilly as she's able to, of course.
"Urgh. Gerrofit," says Derwin angrily, shaking his Quara-attached arm. "Get. Off. That's just...repugnant. Stop the cooing. Please, just /stop/ the cooing. Can't anyone around here speak normally?" He looks about. "Or not get pregnant?" Ok, so that wasn't very nice of him, but who ever said that Derwin was nice. "You're turning into that Charla girl," he says to Quara with distaste.
Freak looks at Bow-wow, spastically wriggles over to the bronze, and fall sprawls out in front of the bronze, shaking. Eyes roll around in the blue's head for a moment, then he takes to the air, and slams into a ground weyr wall.
Lis finds a nice, comfortable niche, settling herself and C'doy into it gingerly. The latter is completely out of it, off in la-la land with his lifemate, while the former is taking all advantage of it. As the greenrider strokes her catch's hair gently, she scowls over at Derwin. "Really, Derwin, stop complaining and admit you're enjoying it." She's convinced no one in the weyr has any moral character whatsoever.
Bow-Wow chirples as he peeks on Freak, eyes rolling slightly in his own head. The bronze stays on his perch though, carefully rubbing a talon with the tongue. Young un's...
Fluttering, flirting: this is the proddy-affected Quara, in all her Charla-like glory. "Oh, Lylia, luv, I'd a/dore/ some, but you know how those healers are," she explains, making a moue of dissapointment and gesturing to her abdomen. "And, of course, Derwin, we all just want to have /fun/, dovey. You ought to re/lax/ and try and fit in."
Alymath> Fading...freezing...chillingly cold. As if the sun had fallen, Fallanth dives, wings a multitude of shades of brown, tinged with exhaustion. Gold blurs, becoming green, ahead, so far ahead...with a last spurt of energy, he moves, carefully in childlike concentration, to try and catch Her before she plunges by....
Derwin guh-lares at Lis. If looks could kill... "No." says the man simply, and trudges morosely over to a corner, sliding down into a sitting position with a /very/ sullen look on his face. At least it's dark in here. Then, a queer light goes into his eyes. "Wine?"
Alymath> Weariness? Such a concept isn't something that Druseth could consider. Muscles strain slightly below the painted hide, ritual splattering of colors now emphasized with the effort. Wings stretch, the shadow still slipping unnoticed, weakened only from the scorching pain of the sun on his back. But faster still, the proportioned wings flash out, the only violent manuver so far as he takes a hunter's chance to blaze through the surroundings. Down, another dive, this one echoed with a lone bugle.
Alymath> Shirath is nearly breathless but this does not hinder him from taking a final push towards Alymath. His hide is dulling a little from all the effort but it still shimmers. Alymath's figure is no longer far away as he swoops down quite close. He nearly brushes her side with his cerulean wing as he flies closer and closer.
Salea slouches, having exchanged klah for wine - a special evening calls for nothing less...and finds a quiet seat off to the side. Once again, she's taking her time, relaxing...
"Quara's always been like that." Not that Lylia minds in the least. Lazy grin still present on her face, she gives another quiet smile to her friend, head shaking. "No? You can't?" Awww.... Well, Quara needs it less than the rest of them. The 'skin is held up, a glass in Lylia's other hand as she peers at Derwin in his corner. With a smirk. "Want some wine, then?"
"Ok, I'm pissed," growls Ko'en, slamming his jacket onto the floor, and arriving into the ground weyrs shirtless. "And horny." He stops in his tracks as he notices too late that there are people there. "Oh...hi Lis..." The boy harrumphs, and his voice drops several octaves. "What are /you/ all doing here?" he asks, leering suggestively.
"Oh, of /course/, Lylia, but you don't care, do you?" The cheerfully flirtatious Quara smiles and attaches herself, now that Derwin's sulking, to the brownrider. "I mean, we went through /weyrlinghood/ together." And the lack of alcohol and other things it entailed, poor dear. Ko'en's entrance, however, makes her flinch visible for only a moment.
Lis' eyes widen at Ko'en's entrance - shirtless, no less, and with enough to show for it. "Now, now, Ko'en, come over to Lissie, and she'll make everything all better." The greenrider just doesn't coo any worse than that, leering at the young bluerider disgustingly.
Salea covers her mouth - doesn't do to laugh at...ahem...horny riders...and politely coughs. Gathering up her mug and flask, she passes them around, having lost the taste for it at the moment.
Alymath> Green hide glows brightly, looking ready to burst with light. Alymath bugles, once, loud and shrilling, and then she surrenders to soothing darkness, falling into the wings of dark Druseth. He is The One, who will get to fly on the wings of love with her for tonight. Her tail goes around him, her neck as well, and then there is nothing but pure emotion...
"Of course not, Quara-dear." Lylia is perfectly content to cling onto the bluerider, pouring herself a bit of wine at least. The offer's still open for Derwin, and with another smirk, she tilts her head at Quara. Let's go closer to Derwin, shall we? But Ko'en easily scares poor little Lylia, cringing at the sight. Shirtless Ko'en, /ick/. But her distant gaze turns to Lis for a moment, not quite seeing anything.
Alymath> Fallanth flees the dust and circles south towards clearer air.
Of course, with Alymath around, what good are two males when there's something /much/ closer - finally! - that one's lifemate is egging one on to go after? "Ooh, Lyliaaaaa," purrs the greenrider, freeing herself from C'doy's clinging to run after her browner wingmate, going into her characteristic pounce with that dragon-induced abandon. [Lis]
Salea leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.
Alymath> Light pierces the darkness, the stars' dusky light giving way to radiant green brilliance. Druseth's wings suddenly find another ensnared with them, gentle croon escaping his throat. The dark lover is only what his lady wills him to be, and he twines his tail in hers.
Derwin blinks cobalt eyes. "Um...would somebody mind passing me a cup of that stuff...please?" Derwin's usual apathetic voice takes on a tone of pleading, as his hand extends for the desired drink. And no, he barely notices Lis and Lylia's little pouncing thing. He just sees..."Wine..."
Clinging right on back, Quara is startled as Lis comes over, and then smiles, cuddling on up to her clutchmate. Hey, the more the merrier, right? And so it's "Lylia, darling, congratulations to Druseth," in a murmured tone as the bluerider, too, joins in the melee.
Ko'en grins from ear to ear as he practically /runs/ to Lis. "Yes ma'am, " is shouted out. Then, his beloved runs after Lylia. "He...hey! Wait for me!" shouts Ko'en, as he jumps after Lis.
"Sure Derwin..." Quickly passing the weyrfolk a cup of it, Lylia's eyes suddenly darken, head tilting. "Lis...?" Pounce? Well, Lylia's gone, crushing Lis to her even as Quara cuddles up to her, the rider even giving a low purr. Like dragon, like rider....
Alymath> Shirath drops into the pens.
And thus it all fades to black on this grim scene...
Leading to the funerals of some very overeager riders.
And the delightful gossip of whole Pern the morning after...
And the voices that come out of nowhere. Disembodied, horny spirits.
Quiet, horny spirits!
I hear dead people.
And the hormones flying everywhere. Ouch! Got one in the eye.