Alymath's going up /now/ - no more dilly-dallying in the bowl. PCs and NPCs are /still/ taken, but both need to page Keris. And NPCs -- bring your own firelizards!
-- entered by Lis on 2000-10-04 15:05 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.
Rauve and Sasha are here.
Mayir arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Sasha waves at Rauve as ahe amles in with a happy expression on her face. "Hiya! Quick! Let me at the klah!" Seeing Lis she grins."Hi!"
Lis is entirely too smug for her own good, the spring in her step decidedly unnatural - if perky. Arms swing easily from her sides, and she slings herself into a chair with the idolence of a black panther. And much the same, sleek coloring, too!
Rauve cants a tacit nod to Sasha, still-groggy gaze mildly glassy. Klah? Ick. Redfruit juice is collected, Lis noted with a discreet widening of orchid eyes. Erk. A chair is found. That one. Behind a few tables.
S'nug, the snuggly blue-rider that he is, is sipping at some klah, flirting innocently with one of those /other/ green riders, but stands up as Lis enters. "H'llo, Lis. Foofth tells me that Aly is positively glowing today." Pun intended? Nah. He's too cute.
Ahhh.. L'ink strides casually into the living caverns, tall, dark, handsome, and insanely stupid as usual. He glances down at the tabletop for several obtuse moments before picking up a klah mug, realizing that it's S'nug's and placing it back down again with a clatter. "Uh, positively radioactive," he follows up eloquently.
The grin Lis gives Rauve is an ingratiatingly smug one - one of the 'I told you so' breed. Happily coiled up with the not-oft-seen air of sated, purring feline - if just a little on the plump side - the greenrider gives sly half-smiles to the riders who seem so /concerned/ with lifemate-dear. In spite of it's ice-breaker quality. "Oh, she /is/. A bit suddenly..." frown, "but glowing nonetheless."
Sasha pours a deep mug of steaming klah and looks curiously at the riders amassing in the living caverns. Its not usually this busy at this time of day...."I thought she was looking a bit brighter than usual when I wandered past earlier...." could have been my imagination...."
S'nug is quite concerned with Aly! And..and Lis, too! Yeah! But his main concern is Aly. Uh-huh. Peering down at the cat, the blue-rider comments, snatching his mug away from L'ink's hands, "I didn't know you had a feline.."
Rauve ducks Lis's smile with a petty wrinkle of his nose, though the usual scowl isn't exacted. Exactly. It's more of the expression of complete apprehension. Eyes train their focus to his juice. He is /not/ oogling.
S'nug is quite concerned with Aly! And..and Lis, too! Yeah! But his main concern is Aly. Uh-huh. Peering down at the cat, the blue-rider comments, snatching his mug away from L'ink's hands. "Oh. Quite sudden. But I think you can get an interested group. Even on such short notice." Like S'nug. Et al.
L'ink blinks sea deep sapphire eyes as his klah mug is snatched out of his hands by S'nug the bluerider.. but wait, that's *S'nug's* Mug, isn't it? Ah. "Perhaps you've been shining her," he says to Lis with a solemn nod and a lilting voice, a hand gestured languidly towards Alymath.. but that's not Alymath, it's another dragon. Shards.
Alymath> Foofth glides in from the Central Bowl.
"Perhaps..." Lis' voice is languid as the rest of her, managing to answer both riders at once. Plus the few (NPC) ones that flock over, just for fun. "Perhaps... we should go." Eyes land on Rauve for a moment, giving him a wink. Surely he'd be much relieved if they left... And poor Sasha, too.
"Go where?" asks S'nug curiously, tilting his head over at Lis. Oh. Sure. He's /heard/ about these LisFlights
Rauve pivots slightly in his seat, pink raging in his cheeks. Yeah. Relieved might be the word... if he weren't so curious. Didn't that curiosity thing /kill/ the wherry? Cup is spun between his hands, eyes flickering. Cripes.
L'ink puts down his klah mug, except that he isn't holding one, and turns on his heel. "Sure," he drawls nonchalantly, tugging at a shock of raven hair. "Go where?"
Alymath> Pens
Alymath> Freshened breezes from the lake to the south linger with the stronger scents of herdbeast and wherry, dust and dung, that fill this ovoid enclosure. The sturdy fence sways out into the bowl, captures an outlet of clear blue lake, and, as it meets the bowl wall, grows into a stout wind-shelter replete with hay and feeding troughs; not too far above, a claw-marked series of feeding ledges lie, decorated by a few discarded and bleached-out bones. A few clusters of green sprout, downtrodden, in the hard ground, tracked over by the stampeding of the herds.
Alymath> It is an autumn midmorning.
In what is no doubt a mammoth effort for Lis in her state of mind, she oozes up out of her chair to strut 'cross the caverns, in search of wine. And just in a flashy mood. "Just follow me," she calls, hunting around in some dark corner for the skin a certain friend's secreted there. With a grin over her shoulder, she slinks out into the bowl. Follow who will... curious riders and weyrfolk alike.
Sasha glances up suddenly realising what is happening and trying not to let her mouth drop open she watches as Lis leaves....Quickly she makes a decision and follow her out...hos a girl to learn anything if she doesn't follow the example of the more experienced!
Sasha exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Rauve can be inconspicuous, can he not? A hand rakes through his ragged shock of hair, a glance to Sasha, another to the riders. Face your fears, right?
Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
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 an autumn midmorning.
Bronze Nhamarath, bronze Rixesith, blue Lainnoth, gold Cadgwith, and green Yshanth are here.
Rauve steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
S'nug steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
(Living Caverns) Follow. Her. A strutting Her, no less. Well, in that case. With the strutting to assist him in making his decision, S'nug follows after, deciding to see where they are going.
Wineskin dangling from her fingers, Lis continues to saunter in the direction of the ground weyrs. She's gotten used to this routine, by now.
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 an autumn midmorning.
Alymath> Alymath is flying above a small group of frightened and roaring herdbeasts, her claws reaching for one particularly tasty-looking buck. Fangs are bared, and the green almost howls as she catches one, rushing over to tear open its stomach on the ground. Tongue sways over the intestines for a moment, and then her muzzle lowers, roughly sucking at the warm blood.
(Central Bowl) Rauve is not used to this, however, and tucks himself behind the largest person he can find. Does she /always/ walk like that when she's proddy?
(Central Bowl) Yes.
Rauve comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Sasha comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Alymath> Icky. Icky. Blooding. Gosh. Can't they be so much more /snuggly/? Like Foofth it? He's more into sneaking up on the poor wittle heardbeast. Like so. See how daintly he approaches on his talons, sinking the teeth into the neck so the poor little thing doesn't experiance much pain. Foom. Down it goes. And off he goes, happily draining.
S'nug comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Alymath> Zeldath snuffles quietly in something of an exclamation and plummets like a stone, right beforehand, he dives with wings furled, nearly sitting on a foaming herdbeast. Chomp. It crumples like a marionette, and the crimsom puddle begins to stain the ground.
Alymath> Alymath raises her rusty muzzle, tongue licking it briefly, savoring the metallic taste of blood and freedom. And suddenly, with only a snap of great wing as a warning, she's airborne, shooting up through the air like a glowing arrow.
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 an autumn midmorning.
Alymath> Foofth bursts up from the dust below.
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 an autumn midmorning.
Alymath's having her own bloody bacchanalian revelry out in the pens - and Lis is more than willing to mimic, without the whole 'bloody' bit. Wineskin is unsealed as the greenrider plunks herself against the wall, on top of Faranth knows what. But at least it's cushy. "Wine, anyone?" she offers, but only once she's had a gulp.
"Me! Me!" declares S'nug, a bit childishly, taking up a spot next to Lis, the drinking, sticking out his hand for the wineskin and tapping his foot impatiently. Darn it, he wants to get drunk and do LisFlightStuff
Alymath> Foof. Foof. Up. Up. And away. Blue wings are flapping unabashedly upwards as Foofth pursues that green cute thing that he would love to snuggle with all night long. And a few other things. And so, angling after her, but not quite hurrying yet, he flies, searching for the green hide to put in his sights.
Rauve idles tacitly at the entrance, encouraged by the offer of wine. Even though he has to /near/ Lis to get any. Shift, creep, shuffleshuffle, and the weyrboy is slightly askant of S'nug. "Please." Tenor squeaks. Isn't that cute?
Lis sits cross-legged on her perch, looking for all of Pern like the guru of flights. Though, she's had enough experience... Ah, well. "Alright, S'nug-darling. Here you go..." Wine is passed over indolently - how else? - as she instructs, "Give it to Rauve when you're done, then." That said, she leans back with a lazy sigh. Nothing like the lack of responsibility in flights.
Alymath> Zeldath lets out a mutant mixture between a trumpet and a dragonian belch, and swoops into the air on powerful wingbeats.
Sasha looks nervously at Rauve, feeling scared about what hormones do to people....but still too curious to leave. Waiting to see if the offer of wine is still open, she grins at Lis, shaking her head slightly.
Alymath> Alymath emits a throaty challenge, turning her head only once to get a good look at her pursuers - those poor, poor males, thinking they can /ever/ catch her! Ha! Scoffing them she is, slowing down teasingly before plumeting through the air again, like a star off course.
S'nug snags the wine, feel the alliteration, and takes a good chug of it, then handing it off to Rauve. Nothing like contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Well. He may not be a minor, but the youngins anyhow. S'nug snuggles up gently against Lis' side, looking over at her.
Alymath> Ah! It's the good 'ole go down and see if they'll pursue you trick! Will Foofth fall for it? You /bet/ he will, that cute little boy blue. So trusting of the greens is he, even when they mean to throw him off their tails. Woooosh! goes he, screaming down against the air after his shooting star.
Alymath> Zeldath wheels about on a wing tip, checking his progress to the position of the bright plummetting green below him. A low rumble resonates in the air around him, and he knifes after Alymath as if his intent were to impale himself upon the spires.
Sasha looks nervously at Rauve, feeling scared about what hormones do to people....but still too curious to leave. Waiting to see if the offer of wine is still open, she grins at Lis, shaking her head slightly.
Alymath> Zeldath unfurls his wings, catching the air in the translucent sun-washed membranes of his sails. Eyes whirl a dispassionate deep sky blue... position.. check.. altitude.. check.. Alymath. Check. Tail trails behind precisely him like a rudder, and he crests the crystal dome of the sky, with green still kept in target sights.
Alymath> If this were the cartoons, there'd be a loud, comicaly, screeeeeeeeetch! as Foofth slams on the breaks! Darn it, you fluffy head! You fell for that one again! The wind dragging over his wings, he makes the turn, foofing off after Aly once more. Come on. He might've lost /some/ speed but he's really /trying/!
Alymath> If dragons could laugh, Alymath would be doing that right now. Instead, she bellows in her husky alto, wings spreading out with a large *snap*, her lanky form gliding down and towards the glittering surface of the lake.
Alymath> The lake beckons, chalky but inviting nonetheless.
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 an autumn midmorning.
It all depends on where the wine's gotten to by now - has Rauve drunk it all? - but Lis isn't in control at any rate. Temptation to snuggle back against S'nug is high, but she's got to remain aloof and idyllic. For just a few moments more, anyhow.
Alymath> If this were anime, Zeldath would have made a dramatic entrance, gliding effortlessly into the scene on a shimmer shaft of light. Since it isn't.. well. He's nearly bonked in the nose by a passing flock of wherries, and his balance tips slightly. Oh, shards.
Ah well. Poor Sasha. That's what she gets for being last to ask for it, isn't it? But S'nug just remains snuggling, even if Lis must remain aloof. At least, until the hormones take over. Which is not to say that S'nug doesn't have hormones. No. In fact, he just rests his head on Lis' shoulder, waiting for ThatTime
Alymath> Foofth is getting laughed at! The horror! The shame! With a bugle akin in tone to a pout, Foofth flaps his wings harder! He's gonna show her! Really he is! Maybe. Assuming his wings don't give out. And she doesn't outfly him. And someone else doesn't get to her first. And..And. Oh. Shards.
Rauve hands over the wineskin, Sasha recieving a slightly squinted blink. He forgot to take a drink. Now, that's just not normal. Legs fold as he falls back against on wall, eyeing -both- riders, and resident. He's not biased.
Alymath> Alymath twirls and does a rather elegant loop, considering her lanky frame, tail swishing in the air as she cuts right through the steamy atmosphere. Wings tire, though, and aerial acrobatics still as she grows more tired. Looks like they're all catching up on her, too..... there went a bronze. And a blue. Still a couple left, though....... who'll get to do the honors?
Alymath> Zeldath drops his head downwards and notices something glinting off the corrogated surface of the lake. Ooh, fish! And Alymath, as an afterthought. He executes a creaky corkscrew turn afterwards, plunging down.
Sasha accepts the skin and takes a deep swig. She's off duty today.....
Alymath> Alymath is an afterthought, only?! Still, she can handle that, and thus she surrenders - although reluctantly - into the strong wings of Zeldath. Green tail wraps around brown ditto, neck follows, and then she starts dropping down, entwined with her hunk-of-the-night.....
Now here's the part they've all followed for... Lis springs from her seat, careful not to disturb poor S'nug too much, as she bounds over to L'ink. "Ooh, congratuations," she purrs, for his ears alone, slowly herding him towards those nice, curtained cots.
Alymath> Zeldath blinks and bobs his head in the air. Yup, he knew that Foofth would.. wait a minute. A long green tail is felt snaking around his, and in another minute, he is falling into joyous oblivion.. the end?