Hello, my name is Busty Lis. You snatched my rod. Prepare to *censored* - Pyrene

Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area. To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
It is a spring midmorning. As Rukbat climbs higher in the sky, the warmth causes the mist to thicken into a blanket of fog. The fog feels like a cool mist against your skin if you venture out into this morning, and the sunlight makes some patches of it glow with an almost unbearable brightness.
Gold Chayath, bronze Dhavalth, blue Sakuruth, blue Trydanth, bronze Telynth, blue Lainnoth, gold Cadgwith, and green Alymath are here.
Pyrene and Sacora are here.

Lis walks in.

Kariel walks in.

Jethro steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Pyrene is cheerfully engaged in throwing snowballs at her dragon. Upon seeing Alymath and Lis, she lobs one in their direction being the generous sort that she is. "'Lo Lis!" she calls, then suddenly blinks. Uh-oh. Lis is still proddy, isn't she?

Cadgwith is, also cheerfully, trying to eat those snowballs. Jaws aim somewhat fruitlessly at each flying white blob.

Quara slithers down Sakuruth's neck and side, avoiding one indigo wing.

Alymath rumbles dangerously, edging closer to her lifemate as she carefully examines what's left of the sloppy snow beneath her feet. Snow. Rumble. Large head prods upwards, sniffing the air before rolling red-tinged eyes at the other dragons present. Males. Rumble.

Seael steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Seael trots out into the cold glancing around as he takes a bite of the meatroll he brought with him

Lis is not exactly a happy Lis as she wanders in with Alymath, scowling at Pyrene fore that snowball-lobbing. "And good /morning/ to you too, Pyrene!" barks the greenrider with tangible irritability in her voice. Could turn to violence, in a minute.

Quara slithers down from Sakuruth's back, sending him off to the glowing-Aly with a pat before sauntering over to Lis, Pyrene, and anyone else there. "Hullo, Lissie, darling! I say, hasn't Aly risen yet?" she wonders, rhetorically, with a wave to snowball-laden gold-ling. "Pyrene! Oh, and the... lovely Cadgwith." You didn't hear a pause there. Nuh-uh. And, then, she waves again, this time aiming up... and up... and up... to somewhere near the gold's head.

Kariel follows behind Lis oddly close, clearing his throat and attempting to stay out of sight behind either her or the glowing green mass. Deep breaths, relaxing... non-stimulating thoughts. Mmmph. Thanks, Lis. Get a boy all riled up and then have your dragon fly and simply /have/ to come to the bowl. Sigh. And these leathers leave little to imagination... thanks to the lovely Lylia. Lady Luck is not on Kariel's side today.

Treneere steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Pyrene sidles underneath Cadgwith's neck for possible protection, continuing to flick snow up towards the gold's mouth--although it's getting harder to find clean stuff. She eyes Lis up and down and winces at Quara's presence. She's heard about what happened last time... And just to round off the tableau, here come the brats. Kariel may not count, but Seael's definitely a mistake, and as for Trenny. "Trenny, go inside!" she hisses.

Treneere is, as usual, up to no good as she trots languidly outside from the living caverns. No 'Woofie' tails her today, but a blue firelizard screeches on her shoulder. (Scandelous that one so young should have one of the beasts--absolutely scandelous.) "Why?" she asks her sister in that oh-so-innocent tone.

Alymath hisses in Sakuruth's general direction, then proceeds to ignore the blue, demonstratively turning her head to the side to watch Cadgwith. The gold gets a less cranky rumble, green head inclining slightly, and then Lis is stalked, green tail curling protectively around her and her new leathers. Her Lis. Hers. Back off. Rrrrrumble.

Seael looks at Pyrene with a sweet angelic smile as he sidles over to Tren, with a wispered "Whas wrong with her?" he's new to the weyr sceen and so he doesn't know much at all about anything

Lis is in rare form today - and we don't just mean her leathers - as she stalks imposingly about the bowl, keeping close to Alymath's side and neverminding Kariel's discomfort. Males are just wired so incoveniently. "Does she look like she's flown, Quara?" the greenrider quips drily before she's circled by a luminous green tail. Nothing like a 40 foot glowing dragon to blacken your mood.

Deep breaths, deeeeeeep breaths... and Kariel finally walks back out as nonchalantly as he can, nibbling a bottom lip. He's fine now. Really. Just... don't show him any cleavage or anything for a few more minutes, just to be sure.

Pyrene takes a careful look at the dragons and grumbles unrepeatable words to herself. "Because if you /don't/ go inside, Mum and Dad will come down here and kill me," she hisses back to her sister and to Seael. "And Tyara probably wouldn't want you out here either... ask her why." Yeah, put all the hard stuff on the nanny.

Sakuruth flicks his tail at Alymath, then turns his head away, focusing on Quara. He can be just as rider-centric as the green, and it happens to be his day to act that way. And so he sits, an immobile lump of blue hide, eyes whirling slowly closer to that reddish-orange inspired by the green's glowing presence.

Treneere grins toothily Seael's way. "Rene's just cranky. Prolly ate too many cream puffs last night and had awful nightmares about Lis's and their purple horns'n'all..." She cocks her head at Pyrene, though, after this speculation is made. "They will? Neat. With what? Big giagantamous rocks?"

Alymath makes small whinish-whimpering noises, tightening her deathgrip on Lis. Sakuruth and his rider gets a final glance from the green before she pushes her head against her 'rider's legs, tip of tail flicking slightly from where it sticks out between black-clad legs.

Quara's eyes alight on Kariel, and the bluerider saunters over to his direction, a half-predatory smile hovering on her lips. "Hello there," she purrs, with a grin. "Have we met?" Not that it matters, once the flight starts, but it's nice to get an idea. And then she smirks at Lis, retorting, "But of course not, dear. I didn't expect an /answer/."

Seael snickers as he looks around at all the dragons, getting away from nannies was easy he'd been doing it his whole life anyway "Why don't you 'xplain it Pyrene?" comes the innocent looking question

A smirk creeps onto Lis' face; a great big evil, sadistic curling of lips as she watches Pyrene and Treneere have a sisterish argument. "Don't be such a spoilsport, Pyrene!" the greenrider carols across the bowl. "She can stay if she wants to. And no way your folks will even find out, let alone /punish/ you." Corruption: it's good quality family entertaiment. Meanwhile, the greenrider shuffles alongside her lifemate's head, stroking the eyeridges with tender concern.

Kariel clears his throat, a flaxen brow raising as the teenage boy gives the bluerider a one over... and then a twice over, just for good measure. Hmm. "I think once before, at the Treasure Hunt... perhaps?" Hand reaches up to suavely run fingers through his unruly blonde mop, meanwhile offering her a simply darling little grin. His specialty, you know.

Treneere likes this Lis-thing, even if she doesn't have green eyes or eat men or anything--she grins in the greenrider's direction, perhaps even a bit of grateful appreciation crossing her face.

Pyrene rolls her eyes at Lis and then shoots daggers (only figuratively, alas!) at Treneere. "Don't you /dare/ tell them! Lis--are you /sure/ you want them around?" She settles limply down on Cadge's foreleg, scratching the gold's lowered chin while glowering around. "Tyara can explain it to you. It's her job now."

Lis' dragon has green eyes, though, and she looks sullen enough to eat men at the moment. A plaintive croon goes out towards her lifemate, the green dragon still curling protectively around Lis. Her Lis. No-one else's. Kariel and Quara are eyed suspiciously; a slow hiss emerging from long throat. Hissssss......

"Tyara?" Trenny scoffs. Scoff scoff scoff. "I bet she wouldn't. 'Sides--I know what's going on." She carries the proud beam of accomplishment at this announcement.

Siannen walks in.

Tender concern isn't really Quara's style. No, unfortunately for Kariel, she's not given to tender gestures. "Oh, of /course/," she nods, in remembrance. "I'd thought you looked familiar." And she's hard to forget. "It's... ah... hmm... What's your name again?" she inquires, finally; at least she has the decency to look a little sheepish.

Lis can only give the goldrider an indifferent shrug - she's not responsible for her siblings' demented curiosity. With Kariel's occupying and being occupied by Quara, the brats appeased, and Pyrene slumping, the black-leatherd, buckled, laced-up rider can fully devote herself to lifemate-love, little sweet nothings murmured towards the headknobs of the dragon beside her.

Pyrene was wondering what was missing from this hotpot of hormones. Of course... Siannen. "Siannen!" she calls over, seeking distractions. "Have you met my sister yet?" She waves idly to Treneere, before enquiring of the latter girl: "So what /is/ going on, miss know-it-all?"

Alymath croons in response to her 'rider's attentions, closing a couple of eyelids in pleasure as she rubs her headknobs against one of Lis' buckles. She /knew/ those things were there for a reason.. scratching posts!

Seael pokes Tren in the side as he looks at her curiously "Whas goin on Tren I want to know too!"

"Kariel." A chuckle and he extends for a handshake, a single brow raising as he licks his lips ever so slowly. Now that the formalities are over... they're free to do whatever, /right/? But all too unfortunately, in strides the Girlfriend... and all too fortunately, Kariel's too preoccupied to notice. Purrrowl.

Treneere is, mind you, the one who holds out eight fingers and calls it seven. "Easy," she says. "'Rene and the Lis are gonna take all the snow and smug---smug--smuglug it to Ista. We don't need it now that it's spring." She hasn't acknowledged Quara yet, you see.

Siannen is a distraction...so that's what they call them these days, eh? "Py! Uhm...think I've...seen 'er a couple times?" Treneere is blinked at, peered at, and generally appraised before the redheaded one shreaks in recognition, "Of /course/! You're the one that got the blue..." A glance is snuck towards her former nanny before she asks, oh-so quietly, "He been any use, yet?" Eyes flicker next to the ones in question, Lis especially....mrowr...gotta love the buckles, eh? And in the process, she manages to almost...ah, yes, that would be, "Kariel!"

Pyrene pauses and then nods gravely. "Brains run in the family," she assures the onlookers solemnly. Too true. "Just promise not to breathe a word of it to anyone," she says carefully. Siannen gets a Look flicked at her. "This is not the time to bring up blues." Moreso than usual.

"How lovely. Of course, Kariel." Enough with formalities; she's got someone new to play with. And that predatory smirk grows, just a little, before morphing into a sweet smile that looks a bit out of place on her. "What brings you out into this merry gathering?" is her next inquiry. Keep the tone light for now; time to have fun soon. [Quara]

Treneere waves cheerily to Siannen. "Hiya! Nah...all he wants to do is eat. And scratch me." Morose sigh. "He's cute, though. Even if he won't maul her." Darted glare at Pyrene. "Why shouldn't I? You'll need all the help you can get. Can I help?" She's bored. Shoot her.

If Alymath wants to use her as a scratching post, then Lis is in no position to complain. She's bigger, and stubborner than the greenrider dressed up in black. A chuckle emits from said rider for Treneere's impeccable logic: an ominous, evil thing, black and oozing with derision.

Kariel snickers as she asks what brought him out, and he thinks of a delicate way to put it. "Unfinished business." Unfinished indeed, poor hormonal thing. Siannen's call is /completely/ passed over in the hustle and bustle... cobalt eyes still trailing to choice bits of Quara as they speak. Maybe Lady Luck was just guiding him in a different direction, eh?

Quara raises one eyebrow in a half-cynical gesture, then shrugs. "Of course... Lovely weather, isn't it? Bit warm, though, for all this snow," she comments, while undoing the top button on her blouse. She's toasty, yupyup.

Druseth glances about watchfully, slowly slinking in from the Beach.

A labyrinth of dragon to climb down, Lylia descends slowly down from the safety of Druseth's neck, to land on the ground with a soft *thud*.

A shadow is cast over the proceedings, heralding Ko'en's immediate arrival. A moment later, Barbarianth lands and his rider promptly slides down his side and over to Lis, leech-like, even if she's the one in black leathers. "Hey Lis..." Leer.

Siannen shrugs as Kare ignores her call, muttering quietly about, "Marks...compensation..." Things like that. But yeah, "Ooooh, don' I know it, Pyrene...sorry, sorry..." Tren gets a bit of a smirk, "Just you wait 'til he grows up a bit, 'kay? Then lemme know how it goes..." Ko'en's arrival is greeted with a groan, the 'brat ducking to scoop up a convenient handful of snow. Oh Kooooo'eeeen....*smirk*

Treneere finds some interesting shadow to chase, it seems...the flighty and fickle little girl gives up on snow-hauling dreams and, amazingly, is more curious about someone's striped puce leathers than this amassing of riders. Not even a 'good-bye' is tossed over her shoulder.

Kami chirps wiht intreast as he survays the scene. So much happening. He finds an all to convinent perch and settles down to watch the fun.

Treneere walks to the Caverns.

Pyrene winces at the sudden crowding of riders. It begins. "OK, Treneere... you can help. Why don't you start by going over to the other end of the bowl and heaping up the snow there?" It's an effort. Then the weyrling ducks behind her dragon again. Horny blueriders (among others). This is bad.

Imposing is Lis' Mood of the Minute, and in spite of being made to look even more diminutive than nature has cursed her to be, the greenrider has the attitude down to a T. "Oh, Ko'en. It's you." She doesn't quite leer back, just sort of... sizes the bluerider up, perhaps scanning for the choice bits of meat to devour later. Then, it's glaring at various faces. Grrrowl.

Lylia is just the cutest thing you ever saw, y'know. Even in skintight, red leather. But she just bounces down her dragon, coppery hair flying as a sweet little grin appears on her face and she gives a tentative wave. "Hey!" There's a Lis, a Quar, a Py, a Kariel and Sia... And a Ko'en. Ewwwww. But the lazy grin immediately dims at Lis's rather frightening stare. Wilt. Sorrow. Hide.

Kami continues ot chitter with intreast, talking to himself if at all. What is goign on an dwhy are all of the human pets fso funny acting?

Kariel mms and eyes the ubuttoned button, licking his bottom lip slowly in one clean swipe. Mmm. Maybe he ought come to more of these flights... so far, it seems marvelous. "So, what mighten you be doing after the flight, eh...?" he murmurs, trying to still think those nice, non-stimulating thoughts... with this outfit, he can afford to have very few of those without cost to his... appearance.

Ko'en glimmers in his weedy fashion back at Lis, ever-hopeful. "How're you feeling, Lis?" he asks, trying to look casual. "Ready for some Ko'en tonight?" He essays a suggestive waggle of tthe eyebrows, smug with himself. Can you /get/ smoother?

Quara is a little old to be hormonal, one would think, but you never know... After all, she is flirting rather shamelessly with a /much/ younger man. But who cares about that; 5 and a half Turns of difference don't seem to be making much of a difference to them. "Oh, well, I suppose it rather depends what happens during it," she replies, with a grin and a wink, as she sidles a little closer to the Healer. "But you can be assured, whatever the outcome, it'll be entertaining," she promises.

Pyrene is relieved to see the back of her sister anyway. The front of Ko'en isn't exactly an improvement, but it's a start. Quara gets glared at as she presses back against Cadge again. Cadgwith, at least, is blithely unaware of the heaving emotions and contentedly croons to each and every dragon assembling. Even Barbarianth.

Hand deftly moves to slide about the woman's waist... hey, he has /absolutely/ no problems with the older woman scenario /whatsoever/. No siree bob. Hand rests along the small of her back, fingers gently massaging the soft flesh there... if the bluerider allows, that is. [Kariel]

Lis scared off her lovely Ly-lover? For shame. But she can't break whatever demented character she's gotten herself into, arms folding over her chest. Whatever height is put on by the heels is augmented by a swollen ego as the greenrider carefully steps out of the coil of Alymath, giving the green a tender pat and a devious mental suggestion.

Alymath suddenly retracts her tail and neck, seemingly paying no attention to Lis or anything at all as she swishes towards the pens. Looks like someone's onto something...

Alymath> You go to the Pens.

Alymath> Pens
Alymath> Freshened breezes from the lake to the south linger with the stronger scents of herdbeast and wherry, dust and dung, that fill this ovoid enclosure. The sturdy fence sways out into the bowl, captures an outlet of clear blue lake, and, as it meets the bowl wall, grows into a stout wind-shelter replete with hay and feeding troughs; not too far above, a claw-marked series of feeding ledges lie, decorated by a few discarded and bleached-out bones. A few clusters of green sprout, downtrodden, in the hard ground, tracked over by the stampeding of the herds.
Alymath> It is a spring midmorning. As Rukbat climbs higher in the sky, the warmth causes the mist to thicken into a blanket of fog. The fog feels like a cool mist against your skin if you venture out into this morning, and the sunlight makes some patches of it glow with an almost unbearable brightness.

Alymath saunters with lanky grace, a hint of gold flashing in her steps, to the Pens.

Sakuruth walks, albeit a bit awkwardly, to the Pens.

Barbarianth arrows to the Pens.

Safety's the magic word of the day, with Lylia taking up on the idea and remaining alurk near Druseth's forelimbs. Safer near the claws.... "Hey Lis." Better address the greenrider by name, especially now that Druseth's taking off, slinking towards the pens with little care for the fact that he almost squished his rider. Heeeeey.

Druseth glances about watchfully, slowly slinking to the Pens.

Alymath> Sakuruth follows Alymath, of course, wherever she leads. For now, at least; he won't forget that snub she gave him earlier. But for the moment, hormones are held in careful check as he waits, patiently as he can, for the green to blood. Got to let the ladies in first, even when one's about ready to go nuts.

Ko'en glances after the dragons as Barbarianth follows the general exodus before sidling closer to Lis once more. "Hungry??" he purrs, before murmuring a suggestion in her ear. It's not likely to be the most balanced diet plan either.

Alymath> Alymath spares no time for anything else as she heads directly towards the animals in the pens, viciously sinking her talons and fangs into a fat buck. Stomach is pried open by sharp dragon-teeth, intestines spilling on the dusty ground before every drop of blood is sucked into hungry mouth.

Kinky steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Lis taps one booted toe against the dirt of the bowl, the greenrider scowls darkly as her lifemate heads off into debauchery in the pens. "To the ground weyrs, you clinging scum!" barks the greenrider at Ko'en - and perhaps all in general - as she struts off puposefully to said ground weyrs, hips swinging with her smooth stride. Must be the boots.

Open sky is exchanged for protecting stone.

Ground Weyrs

Once a mere overhang in the bowl wall, this arched stone enclave was deepened in aeons past by who-knows-what to provide shelter for injured dragons and their mates. Craggy walls loom high to dwarf rider and dragon alike, sloping back from the weather-open entrance to a low opening into the infirmary itself. Stacked under rock-shaded cover are low supply chests of sturdy timber, flanked with long tables. Other openings are shaded by wherhide curtains, leading to smaller, private caverns for the dragonhealers' patients.
It is a spring midmorning. As Rukbat climbs higher in the sky, the warmth causes the mist to thicken into a blanket of fog. The fog feels like a cool mist against your skin if you venture out into this morning, and the sunlight makes some patches of it glow with an almost unbearable brightness.

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

Kinky> Quara smiles, and cuddles right up with Kariel, tuning everyone else out as best she can. Of course, she's got that mental link to keep in touch with, and if her eyes seem a little unfocused, her behavior half-mindless, she's reason to, as she follows Lis and company.

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

Alymath> Barbarianth is dragon, hear him /rawr/! The young herdbeast doesn't get past the r- however before its awareness is cut off by those gleaming samurai claws. And Barbarianth abandons himself to the secondary satisfaction of blood...

Ko'en comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

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

Alymath> Blood? Blood! The fresh, metallic scent is hinted in the air, and that's enough to send Druseth off and run--er, flying. With a few harsh beatings of his spindly wings, he just takes off and glides low over the pens. The silver, deadly claws are ready, and after a moment he is too, with the precision dive over a hapless wherry. *Crack!* The neck snaps with a pleasant sound, blood oozing over his talons as the happy little brown lands to the side, immediately sinking his oversized fangs into the flesh. Blood makes Druseth happy indeed. And maybe a little horny. But the crimson drink is finer than any liquor.

Ko'en is slow, late, but he's following, trailing after Lis like a ratty canine, right down to the pricked ears and slavering chops. Kariel gets a scowl and then he purrs his way towards Lis--Ly and Quara get suggestive glances too. He's keeping his bases covered.

Alymath> Sakuruth pounces swiftly upon a calf, tearing hungrily into its neck with rather reckless abandon and gulping down every droplet of blood. Not one can escape onto the small hill he's killed it on; oh, no, it's just him and his blood. And, of course, that glowing green dragon.

Lylia will always follow Lis. Especially when she gets to stare at the back of the greenrider when she's wearing tight leathers like /that/. Nothin' like a good wardrobe, even if it's someone else's.... With her emerald eyes glinting, she just glances back at Ko'en with a slight wink, before edging towards Lis, almost muddled for a moment. "It's happening again, isn't it?" So Ly's a little slow, but she's finally gotten it into her rock-head that Aly's glowing and her baby's once more deciding for a little blood-fest, with more gore than Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Alymath> Alymath, after tearing into a few more animals, licks her bloody muzzle, and then, without one glance back, jumps into the air, leading her suitors up, up, up!

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 spring midmorning. As Rukbat climbs higher in the sky, the warmth causes the mist to thicken into a blanket of fog. The fog feels like a cool mist against your skin if you venture out into this morning, and the sunlight makes some patches of it glow with an almost unbearable brightness.

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

And like an obedient little puppy, Kariel scuttles after Quara... casting Ko'en a glare in return, nearly hissing. Don't mess with Healer boy. Really. Hand snakes its way about her waist once more as he presses her a bit closer to him... casting Lis an odd glance, which, in its own way, is a 'Thank you, but don't kill me for looking at you' glance. Eyes swiftly return, however, to the bluerider's /ravishing/ figure, waggling his eyebrows at her...

Alymath> Druseth bursts up from the dust below.

Alymath> Barbarianth is quick to follow, thundering through the skies like a great stone... stone. He's not the lightest or most graceful of fliers, but oh /my/, he means business!

Quara goes home.

Lis lounges comfortably in an arm chair, one leg dangling over the arm and the other's foot propped firmly against the floor. In her hands, however, twirls some bizzare kind of implement - something to keep her occupied while the flight progresses. And it's occupying her by giving her something useful to tap against her thigh. Taptaptap.

Ko'en would feel inadequate in the leathers department if he could focus on anything but certain parts of Lis' leathers. Or what's glossed over by those leathers. Certain parts of /Ko'en/ are suddenly a lot more prominent... Namely his tongue, which is hanging out.

Kariel crinkles his nose as the bluerider departs... leaving him as randy as before. Well, nearly. Eyes dart around the ground weyrs for new prey... and as Lis seems rather... preoccupied? by Ko'en... he attempts to sidle his way up next to Lylia with a slight smile. Hellooooo, nurse.

Lylia's just an innocent little brownrider, though as Kariel approaches, she gives a slight glare at him, scooting closer to Lis with a wiggle of her tightly-leathered butt. Yeah. She's gotta defend the greenrider from the evils of blueriders, right? Right? Yeah. But that doesn't help the evil little smirk just sliding up her angelic expression.

Alymath> Mind the gate! Perhaps if you flew a little higher...

Alymath> Above the Bowl
Alymath> The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant -- though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft.
Alymath> It is a spring midmorning. As Rukbat climbs higher in the sky, the warmth causes the mist to thicken into a blanket of fog. The fog feels like a cool mist against your skin if you venture out into this morning, and the sunlight makes some patches of it glow with an almost unbearable brightness.

"Enjoying yourself, are you, Ko'en?" Lis cajoles from her corner, waggling the mysterious thing at the drooling bluerider, while sparing a glance towards her favorite brownrider - and a jealous glare towards Kariel. The hanging foot swings back and forth slowly, eyelashes fluttering before eyes that glitter darkly.

Alymath> Barbarianth sneaks in from the dusty pens.

Ko'en nods his slack-jawed head. "But I'll share my enjoyment..." he offers, eyes glinting obscenely as beads of sweat break out across his forehead--and by the smell of it, on other parts of his body too.

Polla blinks in from ::between::!

Alymath> Ikaryth sneaks in from the dusty pens.

Alymath> Druseth sneaks in from the dusty pens.

Lis tries to tear her eyes away from the scene with Lylia and Kariel - it just seems to be a day of black moods for the greenrider - she guestures with her rod-like object at Ko'en, tapping it against the front of his leathers. "Tsk tsk tsk. You know nothing happens until someone's caught." It's The Rules.

Alymath> Celtith blinks in from ::between::!

Kariel follows Lylia with an impish little grin, letting his eyes scour every inch of her body... those non-stimulating thoughts long out of mind, out of sight. Which means Mr. Third Opinion himself is arriving on the scene, making himself quite well known through the skintight leathers. Hmm.

Ko'en swallows hard, trying not to react in involuntary ways to Lis' rod-tapping. Damn these lusty, busty greenriders. "The catching will come," he assures her in a strangled croak.

Lylia doesn't mind giving Kariel an eyeful, just fluttering her 'lashes as she scoots even closer to Lis. Must.... avoid... corrupting.... youg'uns. Really. 'Cause that's what Ly /does/, whether trying or not. And giving a glance at the black-leather of Lis is much more enjoyable that staring at Kariel, really.

Alymath> Alymath soars the sky, breaks through the clouds, lets herself swivel in the thermals and updrafts, her tail lashing like a leading star to those suitoring her. Great head whips back shortly, getting an overview of the males, and a scoffing snort echoes in her path. Bah. Males! They think they can catch her?! Large, green wings snap out, the glowing dragon flying higher still.

Brown locks falling into the rider's face, Polla enters, looking slightly lost, but mostly confused. Group is given a weary glance, and a lopsided grin is given, more to reassure herself.

Another smirk mars Lis' usually-cheerful face at Ko'en's strangled reply, eyes fluttering from the disturbed (and disturb/ing/!) bluerider to scan over Polla most frankly. Ooh, fresh meat!

Alymath> Celtith sweeps up, his dusty, gaunt frame following after the green as soon as his eyes light on her, a challanging war cry emits from his throat, a conquest to be made. NIght dark wings beat down in powerful strokes, as his tail swishes a chalange to the others he sees, invaders, encroachers, war!

Kariel glances to Lis, casting her a smiply devillish grin as he offers, "Want me to tap that rod for you? Your hand /must/ be getting tired..." And with that, he's after Lylia agin until Polla enters... and eyes dart to her. Feeding grounds! Woo! He flashes her a darling, if devious smile as he approaches her slowly... "Why, hello beautiful... what brings you around this place, hmm?" Faranth have mercy.

Alymath> Of course they can catch her--or at least /one/ can catch her. And that one is... Barbarianth. Probably Barbarianth. Hopefully Barbarianth. Please Barbarianth? With his trademark *rawr!* he hurtles after Alymath ignoring all other aerial chasers, steam-rollering his competition aside if needs be.

Alymath> Blue wings snapping open, and Ikaryth is up, up, and away! Wings beating towards the ground with powerful, steady strokes, Ikaryth joins the crowd, emiting his own cry. Tail whiping from side to side, the blue body glides through the air, towards the glowing gen at the end.

Alymath> Druseth can command any breeze, any hint of wind with the fine hand of the night's loving defender. His dark form drifts higher and higher, the faint bits of flesh stuck in his talons letting blood drip to the bowl below. There's a strange calmness in his eyes, the predatory hunger just barely flaring. Catch. It's a concept that burns within him, a firebird's curse in his cold, night-dwelling form. It's only a slow ascent now, just waiting for the moment.

"Um, delieveries. For the Weyr." Um, yea, that was it. Polla shifts slightly, eyeing Kariel. "What about you?" Cheap excuse for conversation, it beats being the silent one.

Alymath> Alymath is a temptress, a spirit of the wind, a glowing star of bliss in the endless constellation of the sky, and she uses her large wings to add to the distance between herself and her chasers; the occasional husky creel going out to challenge them, tempt them, encourage them; yet not being distracting enough to let them near her. She is her own, and no-one may possess her, no matter how fast he flies, how high he flies or how skilled he flies. /No-one/!

Alymath> Barbarianth likes a good challenge. A quest, a crusade, that is what his blood calls for as he surges upwards in chase. A small hold to plunder, perchance! To lay waste to, to burn and ravage--but better yet, this temptress and exotic siren of a green to lay chase to, to turn, to ravish.

Alymath> Celtith is a wolf in flight, smoke brown coats him like the cloak of a thief. Posession is not the goal. Conquest is. His cape like wings slow from frantic to rhythmic as the initial battle fever cools to something more cunning. A wolf on the prowl, he stalks her biding his time for her one mistake, warrily avoiding the competition asn she slinks through the skies. The prize to be capture, must be gained by stealth and prowess not sheer brute force alone... though there will be a time for that.

Kariel shrugs, scooting another step closer to the girl. "I was having a delightful conversation with a bluerider, until she had to leave..." Delightful, indeed, by the very distinct imprint around the groin of his leathers. "And now, I'm simply bored... perhaps we could... talk for a while, hmm?" Another grin and he's on his way to checking out her figure with his gaze...

Lis follows Kariel with a few mental daggers to the boy's head. No, perhaps not daggers, but at least heavy, blunt instruments. "Kariel!" she hisses at him, freeing Ko'en from his role as the subject of her wand's attentions. "Boy, just /what/ do you think you are doing with /my/ riders?" And they are hers, aren't they?

Alymath> Druseth burns with the slow fire, the smoky sheen of his ash-flecked wings catching the noon light, a death sentence for any others of his kind. Up, up.... That's the quest, the blood-soaked, yummy treat at the end of the tunnel. Or the green, lumious lady with that tempting creel... It's enough to make a brown's pulse quicken with another kind of fire, one the brown can't resist through his clutching of logic with the instinct just baring its teeth. A faint gust sends him higher into the winter's sky, the tiny growl in his throat growing in a wave of hunger.

Alymath> Ikaryth, eyes locked on the target ahead, speeds up his pace more, wings beating faster against the winds. Catching a thermal, he floats up, although not exactly graceful. Tail continues to whip, and he moves faster on a hidden energy, neck outstreched for a better view of the green. Crying into the sky, he continues forward, towards the goal.

Ko'en doesn't /want/ that sort of liberation. He snatches at the rod in her hand, trying to reattract her attention. "/Your/ riders are all /yours/," he mutters hoarsely. "We've no time for little boys." Said the pot about the kettle.

Kariel simply calls out, without turning around, "You're most likely a much littler boy than I, I assure you... isn't that /right/, Lis-love?" He simply cackles, returning to leering at the illustrious Polla...

Ooooh. Even Lylia, with all her purring sounds and playful winks, knows better than to try and distract riders during a flight. Especially when that greenrider's one like /Lis/ (no further explanations needed). "Just think of it this way, maybe the dragon will catch and she'll tear him apart while pouncing over to you?" Her light gaze once more swings to the rider that seems to have taken Kariel's attention. Yep, getting between a greenrider and a chaser's rider is bad. Bad bad bad. Too much a risk of losing parts one's anatomy.

Eying Kariel, and grinning suggestivly, Polla spares a glance towards Lis. Putting two and two together, she straightens out a little, paying less attention to the boy, then towards Lis, and the others. Pale green eyes sparkle softly, and she leans against a wall.

Alymath> Alymath dips, Alymath dives, Alymath spins, Alymath soars, Alymath loops, Alymath launches, using quichly decreasing power ressources to put on a display of true aerial acrobatics before plummeting downwards, then shooting up as if pursuing Rukbat itself, its golden light only enhancing her pinky glow; casting shadows far beneath of the powerful beating of her wings, the sleekness of her body, the elegance of her in flight; in running from those she really pursues, although subtly. A headlong spin brings her down, then up again, looking back quickly to ensure that some are still there. The few who've managed to keep up so far are still there...

Snatching her rod, are they? Lis peers up at Ko'en, the first hints of fangs showing in her smile. "And are you all mine, boy?" She can call him boy, of course. Hopefully. Kariel is glared over at, but it soon melts into a sappy leer at Lylia. Her Lylia-love, no matter what little boys get in her way.

There are probably a lot of willing substitutes for that rod in here though...

Alymath> Barbarianth is too clumsy to keep with Alymath's moves, so he tries to avoid them, keeping to his appreciative vantage point with a draconic leer, and making little darts of pursuit each time the green changes direction. His wings are nonetheless strained with the effort and his rawr is sharper now with wheezing breath but he flies on, his second wind filtering through him, lured on by Alymath's lissom dance.

Alymath> Even such a fleeting glance back catches Druseth's sharp attention, the green's fancy flying only making his wings stretch farther, sharply dipping down as he once more takes a sudden upward soar. The growl finally escapes him, a gutteral roar that stems from the very bones in his body. Shadows seem to dive out of his way as he cuts through the air, following the goodness of the cotton-candy pink and shining gold like a little boy at the circus, a dragon after a new piece for his hoard... Or perhaps just something else, as he climbs higher and higher, the air but steps to the temple of Alymath.

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

Alymath> Loud trumpet, more out of misery then anything, Ikaryth slows greatly, obviously still drained from the long flight to the Weyr. Wings beat out of frustration, and he cries softly, obviously upset. He circles, and heads to ground of a landing.

Something tells Lylia that Ko'en could be called anything that Lis could come up with and still be happy. Even *censored*. But the brownrider just gives a little beam, the flight-enduced blankness in her eyes even still. She's got a Lis-love, yes she does. And even Ko'en can't do anything about /that/... "I'm surprised. Kariel's not drooled after Ko'en yet, even thought he has everyone /else/ in here..." There's a lovely mental image.

Ko'en bravely leers back at Lis. "What you want of me is most certainly yours..." he purrs through his own lust-driven snarl. She can call him boy, but only if she lets him defend his case for being called /man/.

Alymath> Celtith didn't follow the entirety of the acrobatic cavoriting but stalked above, his smoky hide a shadow in the bright sky as he slinks after the green. NOt time for the fianal charge, not yet, his own reserve deep and strong still, as he waists no energy he might need later. Cunning and steath still are his tools, though in him is building for the final rush, the blood maddened charge.

Alymath> Ikaryth disappears ::between:: in a flash of light.

Kariel grumbles as Polla begins to eye Lis... once again, defeated. Arrrrgh. A glare is cast to Lylia as he snarls, "I don't swing that way. Thanks." Grrr. And then another arrival... a last resort... before he trails off to his cot for some... private time. And that would be /such/ a waste. "Kalette!" he nearly purrs, trailing quickly over to her...

Polla frowns slightly, as if forgetting something. Kariel is given an appologetic smile, and she backs away, towards the Weyr. "I should really finish this..." Excuse is given, and she hurries back to the Weyr.

Polla suddenly disappears ::between::!

Lis knows what she wants of Ko'en, and it's certainly a good deal lower than the tapping rod on his chest. And that's where her eyes go. Down. "Ooh, really?" It's that avaricious, predatory glint again. But... Lylia. Eyes are drawn there entreatingly again, since the brownrider's all by her lonesome.

Kalette strides in quietly, looking around in complete boredom. She sighs and shuffles to the group, watching her boots in obvious disinterest. "'Afternoon, Kari," she murmers in a soft voice, turning up her head to look at him. She calls out a faint, "Hello," to Lis and Lylia, and looks carefully at the others there that she /doesn't/ know.

Lylia is lonesome. Yes. See? Look at those sad, puppy-dog eyes. But all it takes is a look from Lis, and she merrily scoots even closer to the greenrider, looking innocent. And yes, she can look innocent while eyeing Ko'en. Hrmm... Shardin' flight-reactions. So she'll put her attention back on the most lovely of all, Lis. Even while she gives one, smirking response to Kariel, without even looking back. "You should try it sometime."

Alymath> Alymath is tired now; her wings stilling their furious beeating for a moment before they come to a halt, the green just gliding through the air, riding on the winds as they carry her onwards. Though still refusing to give in, she picks up one last surge of energy, exploding towards the horizon with a loud creel of reluctant surrender. Who will be the lucky one to ensnare her....

Ko'en is quite happy to stay at chest area when deciding what he wants of course. Lylia would also be included in that except she doesn't tie in with that swirling, dancing green in his mind's eye. "Really..." he returns to Lis, although he's no longer aware what he's answering.

Kariel simply ignores Lylia... /ignoreignoreignore/... last time he tried that... well, we won't mention that. He was drunk. Very, /very/ drunk. Lips are licked suggestively at Kalette as he chuckles... "So... what are you up to today?" Him? Oh, about... 7 inches, so far. Ahem.

Alymath> Celtith's wait is over, with an explosive burst of energy he springs, surging forward, going strait for the jugulars, as it were, like a hunger maddened Wolf. His shadowy hide turning to raw steel and whipchord as he tenses for the final battle that will either see all lost, or bring the final intoxication of victory over this most desireable of teritories, most worthy of all preys. The others no longer register his world has narrowed to avicious tunnel vision of just him and the green.

Lis snakes an arm out for Lylia as the brownrider comes over. More accurately, Lylia's /waist/. But who's counting? "Is that so? Well..." The greenrider lets the rod drop to where eyes wandered, giving a bit of tap there too. "I'll have to take you up on that. Sometime." The held out arm snakes around her clutchmate's waist, purring up at her. "Why hello there, Ly-love."

Alymath> Barbarianth answers Alymath's swansong with his own battle-weary rawr. The siege is over, the destruction can begin and the prize is there to be won. And now he girds up his loins for this final fray, surging forward to meet her as she rises this last time and claim her for his own, however fleeting such possession may be.

Kalette's lips twitch up at the corners into an amused smirk. "Up to?" she echoes at Kariel, raising an eyebrow. "Not much. What about you?" She examines her fingernails closely, raising her hands to chest level to look at them. Licking her lips she moves in just a /little/ closer to Kari, though her gaze flicks about distractedly.

Ko'en twitches in manic jealousy as Lis pays attention to Lylia rather than /him/, longing to insinuate himself between them like the Ko'en filling of an L sandwich, but not quite daring. Perhaps the man is a boy after all? Or perhaps he just needs the permission that only the dragons can give.

Alymath> When in doubt, try a tactic. Druseth's constant soaring for height suddenly drops, shedding away like an old skin as he takes a different road, taunting the sky as he streaks across the sky at a lower altitude, remaining ever-below the delicate form of Alymath. Perhaps not delicate.... But a beauty that the shadowy lurker craves still, even as he increases his speed with every last bit of fire in his blood, dodging browns and blues without a thought. There's always that strange, out of place serenity in the whirling amber stare. Just. A little. Closer. And he manages to slip lower, only casting one forelorn look upwards at the pink-tinted lady above.

Kariel shrugs once, and continues to eye her rather choice bits... breath a bit shallow. "I don't know... I was just going to head back to my cot... want to join me?" Forget the whole nice day thing. That point is lonnng past.

"Hello, Lis," Lylia murmurs with a slight purr, sneaking closer to snuggle by her favorite greenrider. She's just looking innocent, really, tossing Ko'en one fleeting, satisfied smile. She's claimed Lis for a moment, at least, so there. Mrow. Nothin' like watching Lis wield that rod.

Alymath> Alymath does not want lasting encouters - fleeting possessions may be allowed though, as long as she, the glowing green, can possess /him/, her blue (of the moment), /her/ Barbarianth. Finding herself almost colliding with the blue, she gives one last creel before twining her neck around his, locking them together in this moment of unsheathed passion.

Alymath> Barbarianth /almost/ falls out of the sky, but not quite. His neck coils a stranglehold around Aly's and all others are forgotten as he takes the pleasure of his spoils.

A sudden surge of something causes Lis to rise to her feet, the arm never disentangling itself from Lylia's side. No way. But the enigmatic rod is dropped with a wooden clatter, and a fistful of Ko'en's leather is grabbed before there's a wild, emotional kiss deposited on the bluerider's lips.

Kalette giggles quietly and snickers, watching him with equal interest. Her smirk grows into a sly grin, and she tilts her head to the side, licking her lips again. Nodding her head slowly, she whispers, "When don't I?" She takes a deep breath, gazing up into his eyes with excitement.

Alymath> Alas, poor Druseth. But the brown gives a final, quiet rumble before dropping like a stone, spiralling towards the bowl. So this time around wasn't meant to be... That one goes up nearly every sevenday.

Ko'en just sort of /freezes/ for a moment. Um, yeah. He's heard about this happening... he just does... what? Fortunately, primal instincts take over as he responds to Lis' kiss as ardently as only a hormone-fueled adolescent can. He'd also like to sweep her into his arms, but, well, she's still bigger than he is. So he'll just tug her towards the appropriate area for such activities instead.

Alymath> Celtith soars away, deprived of his prey he slinks back into his haven, the cool vast reaches of the sky.

Mroooow. Lylia will stay firmly attached to Lis, even though she's being pulled off by Ko'en. Sigh. Nothin' wrong with just wanting a greenrider in life, is there?