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 winter evening. The sky is clear, and millions of stars carpet the sky from end to end. The air is calm, and cooling fast. To the east, Belior and Timor rise.
Brown Piccath, bronze Nhamarath, green Yshanth, and green Zaqith are here.

Alymath gets off the ground as soon as Lis leaves that annoying cavern, scurrying towards her lifemate. Hug, hug, hug, stay!

Sorana steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Lis gnaws on a nasty fish bubblie, her face lighting up even as a large lump of dragon comes skittering towards her. "Dearish!" The bubblie is flung as her arms are spread wide, curling themselves against Alymath's neck. Aww...

Sorana releases Crimao, who launches into the air.
Sorana trots with a small scuffle to the Lakeside.

Alymath croons plaintively, rubbing her head against Lis' shoulder, stomach, tongue coming out to touch her face lightly. Croon. Drool. Slobber. Rub. Yummy, yummy Lis.

Sakuruth circles down from above, looking distinctly agitated, his tail rippling in a - for him, anyway - unusual display of emotion. Alighting onto the ground of the bowl, he twitches that indigo tail once more, then assumes his usual statuesque appearance. Meanwhile, his burden shimmys down, with a wicked glint in her emerald eye.

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

Lis wipes Alymath-slobber off her face with a loud girly giggle, her eyes suddenly peering past her lifemate at another form. "Qua/ra/!" she squeals, waving one pink-gloved hand in the bluerider's direction. Uh-oh, looks like it might be another one of those run-and-hug-someone moments...

Quara is, as per usual, impishly active, and she bounds down Sakuruth's side, ricocheting off the ground and hurtling in Lis's direction. "Lis!" she calls back, stopping short a mere six inches or so from Alymath. Looking the green over, she remarks innocently, "Well, looking forward to some fancy flying tonight?" Now, don't notice that demonic glint in her eyes, and you'll be fine...

Lis tilts her head to the side in a confused-canine way, twirling a strand of blonde around her finger as her brows furrow. "What d'ya mean 'fancy flying'?" questions the greenling with what appears to be genuine befuddlement. Ooh, look. It's Ditzee 2. Or mebbe she's just in denial?

Alymath rolls her eyes at Quara, not even casting a glance at Sakuruth. Instead she wraps her long tail around Lis, and her neck around Lis, and forming a shield with her wings around Lis. Her Lis. You can't have her!

Above, Dhavalth glides in from the north.
Above, Dhavalth drops down towards the Bowl.
Dhavalth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Giant wings flexing and unflexing as the bronze rides the updrafts, and slowly does Dhavalth angle his head down so that he comes floating softly down into the bowl, great claws clutching at the ground as muscles slowly relax. Gently down his side comes T'sin -- black hair flying everywhere as helmet is pulled off -- and the bronzerider grins and waves broadly. "Lis!"

Lis leans against Alymath's limb, idly wiping affectionate dragon slobber from her face and hair. Peering up from the bowl floor, she spots a certain bronzerider that brings a mishcevious grin to her face. "Evening T'sin!" she calls back sweetly, waving back with a motion of vibrant pink leathers.

Dhavalth doesn't even provoke a turn of the head from Alymath, who's all too intent on watching her Lis. Hers! T'sin is eyed though, a low grumble emerging from green throat. Back off. Her Lis!

From Dhavalth's neck, The grumble immediatly making T'sin step back a bit and raise his arms up -- best not to get in the way of a possesive green -- and the bronzerider slips back until he's pressed up against his bronze, leaning back and relaxing as he smiles to Lis. "You're looking...gorgeous today Lis, how's it going, mmmm?" Riding gloves slowly pulled off, pushed down under his belt and attatched there.

T'sin slides from Dhavalth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Lis' brows raise appreciatively at T'sin's words. "Gorgeous, hmm?" mutters the greenling to herself, frowning as she shushes her lifemate. T'sin's not /dangerous/, really. "Everything's just fine, mm-hmm. Except for /her/," her head now nods at Alymath. "First it's 'Oil my feet, Lis' then 'Give me a bath, Lis' and now it's 'Don't go in the living cavern, Lis'." With a resigned sigh, she leans back against a glowing side of her lifemate, oblivious. "You?"

Alymath gives a crooning whine, coiling herself further around Lis. Stay! T'sin is ignored, now, Lis might talk to him but this green certainly won't! Hmpfh.

D'renn walks in.

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

Tyara steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

"Strangest thing actually....Dhavalth woke me up from the most wonderful nap to tell me there was something that I needed to see...." Stretching very softly and yawning, and it becomes suddenly apparent that T'sin is in little more than sleeping wear, soft black pants on his legs and a thin white shirt gracing his torso. "Though I do agree...a sight of you is something that one should never pass up.." Winking softly and peering to Alymath. Is that a glow?

Lisulath whuffles slightly, one eye cracking to see what all the fuss is about. Ohh, it's a glowing green. And she's pretty, too.

Trydanth lands. And looks. So what if D'renn got here by some other means? Trydanth ventured out in the snow to.... look.

D'renn is here, strolling down from the barracks with a very sincere frown dragging his eyebrows together. "Oh, hello." Surprised to see people? Yep.

Alymath senses Dhavalth's mindtouch is extremely soft and extremely gentle, just a light prod, a light question brought on a bronzed streamer. << Good morning Alymath.... >> to her.

Alymath sniffs haughtily. Of course she's pretty, she knows that. But nevermind about those pesky blues, browns and bronzes. She just wants her Lis! And she gets her, almost blocking her small rider from sight by daping more green hide around her.

Dhavalth slowly works his way towards Alymath, dipping his head lightly to her as he gets closer, nudging at the ground at her feet in what appears to be respect, and perhaps...admiration?

Alymath thinks to you, << I bespoke Dhavalth with: Alymath's response is noticeably darker, deeper, a husky growl. << Dhavalth... >> The lone word is spoken in an indifferent tone, slight scents of vanilla and rose tingling the edges of it. to him. >>

"Hello D'renn, Lis, T'sin." She got everyone now? Yup. Tyara strides in, still dragging that insanable brat behind her. "I trust you all are well?"

Lis folds her arms across her chest with a happy smirk at the praise. Of course she deserves it. "Alymath, what /are/ you doing?" T'sin won't be able to load more compliments on her if he can't /see/ her. Persistently, she wiggles into view around her dragon's efforts. "Evening, D'renn!" she greets the bluerider with a surprisingly girly giggle, wiggling her fingers before peering warily at Tyara. What's /she/ doing here?

Dhavalth slowly lowers himself all the way down onto his stomach, stretched out fully and just peering very lightly at the green from his position, a position that makes his rider blink softly and shift a bit away -- he for one doesn't want to get eaten by an angry Lis-claiming dragon. "Lis dear...I hate to tell you this...but I really think that your dragon has taken on a bit of a...glow today..."

D'renn's giving Alymath a fairly frank assessment; just as much so as the one Trydanth also gives the green. "She's proddy," he says, with just a hint of nerves.

Alymath stretches languidly, her inner eyelids almost in a fluttering motion as she degrades herself to peer at T'sin for a moment. She's just /beautiful/, all the time. Nothing strange about that. Dhavalth is persistently ignored, as is everyone but Lis.

Sardrinth goes home.

Tyara arches an eyebrow as she watches the interaction between the dragons. Hrm, she knew that flirty green of Lis' wou... "Proddy?!" The nanny stares at D'renn. "So soon??" This was the one who spent the last months teasing Lis about Alymath's dawning proddiness?

Lis glances around at all these people as if they'd grown another head, except for T'sin. He gets a special glare from the greenling. "Proddy, huh. Well, I wonder who's fault /that/ is." She's convinced it's the bronzerider's doing. Her arms cross over her chest tighter now, the once-cheerful expression now settling into a scowl.

Above, Sardrinth glides in from the north.

"I... erm... I should get out of the way." D'renn mutters, arms settling into much the same position as Lis'. Frowning towards Trydanth, the 'lingmaster shrugs again, seeming to droop.

"Now wait just a second..." Deep laughter falling out of the bronzeriders lips, and he raises his arms indignantly, defending himself. "I didn't do a darn thing that you didn't respond too..." Smiling softly as he keeps his arms up, T'sin just laughs again and shakes his head lightly. "But whether or not it was my fault...there's nothing you can do about it now Lis..."

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

Thesy gently slides down Sardrinth's neck, startled by a huge frosted muzzle sniffing at her, and lands with a soft thud.

Dhavalth slowly nudges just a little bit more towards Alymath, crooning very softly at her and sending her soft mental touches and thoughts, the croon never stopping.

Alymath senses Dhavalth's touch is still questioning, but there's a bit more of a push to it now, a deeper, unavoidable feeling beginning to wash over him. << Do you not remember the other night when we laid together under the stars? >> to her.

What's all that fuss about? Alymath coils closer around Lis. She'll just stay here, thank you very much, and get Lis to rub her feet. Yup. That's her plan.

Trydanth edges forward. So what if D'renn's not happy? Trydanth has a green to watch... and Dhavalth had better realise that blues are best at this.

Alymath thinks to you, << I bespoke Dhavalth with: Alymath responds, her mindvoice tingled with a deep, smoky huskiness. << Yes, I do. But that was then, and this is now. >> Her words are not unkind, just stating. to him. >>

Dhavalth shifts back just a bit at a mindtouch, but lowers his muzzle again in respect and just stays where he is, muscles slowly beginning to ripple under his hide, twitching softly, an urge only explained by nature slowly starting to touch him...

Sardrinth whuffles lowly, a deeper tone added this time, and the large head swings slowly from side to side as if trying to get every trace of the scent in the air, that special scent that made him urge Thesy to change into her new leathers and come here with him. Gliding down the broad shoulder the bluerider grins and casually strolls towards the small group. "So it /is/ Alymath," she chuckles and winks, "I should have known but that blue fellow didn't want to tell."

Trivek steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Trivek says, "Hello"

Trydanth and Dhavalth might have a green to watch, but they receive nothing but indifferent ignoring from Alymath. Sardrinth's presence is seen, but not acknowledged; instead the green continues on her apparent quest to bury Lis in green dragon.

"Who else..." D'renn pauses to admire Thesy's new jacket, despite his personal agitation. "I... eerm...."

Trivek walks to the Caverns.

Above, Druseth heads in from above the lake.
Above, Druseth drops down towards the Bowl.
Druseth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Tyara stays back - at least she doesn't have anything to, erm, enhance all those feelings in the air. Phew. Being that clear-minded though, the nanny has time to snicker at all the antics displayed to her. D'renn's squirming. Fun.

Lis keeps glaring at T'sin - "We'll just see, hmm?" - even as the odd glance is spared in the direction of a drooping D'renn. "Shush, dearish... They're all acting strange." As her hand strokes the dragonhide, she finally notices it /is/ indeed glowing. Eyes widen as Thesy, too enters the bedlam. "Evening, Thesy!" she calls with just a quaver in her voice now. And Druseth? So much for the greenling's confident air.

Trivek walks in.
Trivek continues, heading north.
Trivek meanders in from the north.

"Yes? You ...", Thesy cocks her head at D'renn, waiting for him to continue as she pockets her gloves and leans against the wall of rock.

Trivek sits down oblivous to the poeple here tired of getting lost and running around in cricles

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*.

Green dragon! Green dragon! Trydanth has /nothing/ else on his mind, just for a change. Inching ever so slowly across the snowy ground towards Alymath, his tail quirks this way and that, fired with restless energy.

Trivek walks to the Caverns.

Bowing his head softly to her just as his bronze bows his head to Alymath, and T'sin backs up just a bit and moves his hands up to his neck, softly beginning to caress his neck, a smile softly stuck on his dark lips. Dhavalth, in the mean time, just stays where he is. Very close, very intent, and very ready.

Sardrinth doesn't seem to be disturbed by being ignored. No matter how fascinating this young green is to him, he can bide his time. Nevertheless, he moves closer, lessening the distance between him and Alymath and only the restlessly swishing tip of his tail betrays his emotions.

Denim poofs in from ::between:: with a chirp, ready to investigate anything.

Damia steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Eeeeep. People. Lylia peers over midnight straps, before skittering down the earth-dusted forleg. The weyrling girl just gives a tentative wave, before her emerald gaze slides back to her lifemate, and she clucks her tongue. "Silly dear... You've been an odd one today, Druseth." The brown isn't remotely fazed by his rider's fussing, proceeding to rumble slightly. Crimson-splashed neck stretches, and his whirling eyes cautiously inspect those present. Tail-flicking slowly, he remains serene.

D'renn fidgets, torn between staying, and running for safety. Lis is still a weyrling.... "Lis?" he attempts to speak to her, voice oddly croaky, one hand pushing back his thick dark curls.

Majicke appears from ::Between:: with glittering wings upswept

Brianna steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Sorana trots with a small scuffle in from the Beach.

Lis gives D'renn a bit of curious look, peering up and down the transformed rider's frame. "Yes, D'renn?" The question comes out with just larger hint of worry in her voice. She's definately uncomfortable now.

Sorana calls to Crimao, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

D'renn hunches his shoulders, huddling down into his sweater. "I just wanted to say... that since you're a weyrling and all, I'm going to... go somewhere else." He's not making eye contact. Is D'renn... embarrassed?

Khloe walks in from the Beach.

D'brat wanders in, pausing to beam at Lis. Werebrath peers at Alymath lazily, he'll catch her because he's special, he's bronze. Both D'brat and Werebrath have the same conceited air about them.

Yolk blinks in from ::between::!

Constilath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

T'sin slowly starts stepping backwards out, out from all the fray and chaos, gently stretching his shoulders now, as he knows that within a short amount of time he's going to be nothing but tense muscles. Brown eyes slowly locked on Lis, and the bronzerider just observes, not wanting to scare the greenrider any more than seems to already be.

Tyara decides to flee, yes, flee. Meep.
Tyara walks briskly to the Caverns.

Lis can't help but resist a sadistic smirk at the embarassed weyrlimaster. Can we say 'power trip'? "Sure, D'renn. As you wish." A magenta gloved hand waves dismissively at him as she tosses her head haugtily.

Thesy shrugs. Looks like she won't get an answer from the strangely uncomfortable wingmate. At his words she chuckles softly, her eyes fleetingly resting on her lifemate. Sardrinth has curled up as close as possible to the shining green, only the tenseion of his muscles and the almost invisible ripples running over the stardusted hide showing his excitement. Oh that scent, that unique, fascinating scent filling his nostrils .....

Faye steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

S'gazer slides down from Constilath's star-spangled neck, looking curiously around. Ahh, yes, green. Blond curls are shaken out, his usual absentminded expression sharpened into something more...focused. Amazing.

Vesell steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Amid the running people and flighty dragons, F'lly appears calm as he strides from the cave entrance, hands in his coat pockets to protect them against the blistering cold of 'reaches this time of year. More of his charismatic smiles are dished out right and left as he passes those he knows, and even those he doesn't know...the terrible flirt. Boldly, he strides up to Lis, that cocky smile about his lips before he launches into his usual flattering speech. "And how might the lady of the hour be faring?" He asks, aiming a playful elbow at her ribs as Runnreth grumbles from his spot near the 'caverns entrance.

A small bronze appears in the horizon, landing on the ground. He has a humorous nature about him, as does his rider, who nearly falls off as he trys to jump. "The name's G'reg." he says, brushing of sand. "And this is Myrith."

Rakyri suddenly disappears ::between::!

D'renn goes home.
Trydanth takes off.
Above,  Trydanth takes off from Central Bowl
Above,  Trydanth circles leisurely towards the lake.

Khloe looks around. "So many dragons!" she exclaims. "What's going on?"

Lylia's interst is taken, curiously, but D'renn's comment. Innocent flecks in her gaze, the brownling still leans against her dragon, murmuring quietly to herself. Lis's answer gets even more of a response... Lylia edges slooowly backwards, behind her lifemate, behind /everyone/. No no no. Lylia wants to go home now, yeah. "Don't suppose you and I can curl up in our weyr now, Dru?" Slightest slip, and she forgets her usual formality with his name. The sun-touched wings and headknobs on her lifemate seem darkened, overshadowed by his brooding look. Dust fades to blood, reborn on his hide.... Druseth's rider may be a bit in the dark, but dragons tend not to be.

Hunter suddenly disappears ::between::!

Lis gives up the suave act as soon as D'renn is out of here. She's cowering against her dragon's side - let Alymath do the protecting for her!

F'ake grins as he walks out of the inner caverns, walking over to his large bronze who's actually snoring.

Laughter at that, and T'sin slowly lowers himself down to the dusty ground of the weyr's bowl, a bit of a snort at F'lly as he reaches back again to continues to caress softly at the back of his neck, trying to think of something that he could say to reassure Lis in any way, and closing his eyes as he thinks of one, conveying it to Dhavalth.

Alymath senses Dhavalth touches her mind one last time, trying to keep a hold on his feeling as the rush of bronze sweeps towards her. << Tell your lifemate that my lifemate says that if she needs anything at all...he's here.. >> to her.

Myrith looks about at the other dragons, seemingly nervous. His rider seems unsure of what to do, patting his dragon's back nervously.

Alymath uncoils. Lis is suddenly forgotten as other urges rush over the green and she starts moving.

< High Reaches Weyr > Alymath senses that she emits sparkles of green, blue and silver flowers exploding and twisting into bizarre patterns of a smoky, tingling sensation. Alto mindvoice sounds then, a hoarse purr of husky lust sounding in a greeting going to all those within sight.

Runnreth, his blue hide nearly glowing as much as Alymath's in the afternoon sun reaches out his head, whuffling his rider playfully. /He/ sure seems relaxed and unaffected by the glowing green that towers above his lifemate, a most threatening sight. F'lly returns the whuffle with a slight caress and, getting no rise from Lis and not desiring to anger her dragon or herself further, withdrawls, batting at the far-too-thick cloud of flits that seems to have taken up residence just about the blue's head. Why does this /always/ start to happ-Alymath's on the move! And so is Runnreth, tensing down into a crouch, his rider barely in the back of his mind.

Above,  Rixesith heads in from above the lake.
Above,  Rixesith drops down towards the Bowl.
Rixesith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Majicke flicks swiftly into ::Between::!

Rixesith shifts a tips slightly, one foreleg poised to catch M'rin as they slides down his bronzen hide.

Constilath rumbles deep in his throat, sidling away from others. There. He has /his/ space.

Dhavalth is quick to follow, giant bronze raising slowly up onto all fours -- but still barely above the ground, keeping low and crouched -- and moving very slowly after Alymath. Muscles twitching, tensed and fully, under bronze hide, and the large, young dragon lets out a soft croon -- exitement almost -- and follows wherever the shining green that has so much of his adoration may go.

All of a sudden the moonlit blue tenses, coming out of his crouch, the long tail swaying exitedly from side to side. The next moment, with one powerful leap, Sardrinth is airborne, graciously gliding towards the pens.

 Sardrinth takes off.
Above,  Sardrinth takes off from Central Bowl

Thesy strolls to the Pens.

Sorana releases Crimao, who launches into the air.

Khloe goes home.

Druseth isn't to be left out... Tense muscles ripple below shaded hide, eyes subtly increasing speed. His crystalline gaze is edged with amber, normally sapphire changing as he rumbles once more. With a dancer's graze, the compact brown follows, his gaze remaining on Alymath. Lylia's grumblings go unheard.

Khloe steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

G'reg and Myrith leave as quickly as they came. Odd pair.

Above,  Dezaith sneaks in from the dusty pens.
Above,  Dezaith drops down towards the Bowl.
Dezaith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Azae carefully picks her way down patient Azae's side, arriving safely on the ground.

Dezaith stumbles, despite the careful placement of over-sized paws, to the Pens.

Thesy appears from the dust-filled pens.

Khloe looks around. "Good day, everyone." She notices Alymath and becomes silent.

Rita skips to the Pens.

Above, Sardrinth glides off towards the pens.

Rixesith fairly dumps his tiny rider on the ground, though still careful not to break the fragile little human. Ah, he'll try his best, shan't he? He is, however, a bronze, and thus much larger and much more clumsy than the lithe blues and browns...Pity. Still...M'rin doesn't really want Rix to fly. He's heard some...odd things about flights? "Y-y'don't need to, R-rix..." the bronzerider is busy insisting, hanging on to the end of the dragon's tail in a hopeless attempt to keep him grounded when Alymath rises. True, he'll have to let go when Rix actually /does/ take off...But for now M'rin will hope and pray and try to keep Rix grounded.

Above,  Sriath takes off from Sriath's ledge.
Above,  Sriath drops down towards the Bowl.
Sriath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Iri jumps down from Sriath's back with a playful nudge from Sriath.

Thesy strolls to the Pens.
Thesy appears from the dust-filled pens.

F'ake walks to the Caverns.

"There we go, Sriath..." Iri pats her blue's periwinkle hide and beaming at him as she slides down. "Now, we're down here for...sweets...?" She stares at the crowd and then smacks herself. "Oh yeah. /That's/ what all the noise is..."

Still leaning against the solid rock Thesy watches the commotion quite imperturbably. But her gaze never leaves Alymath for long, nor Lis. Won't be long now ...

 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 winter evening. The sky is dark, blanketed with thick clouds, but the snowfall has begun to taper off some.

Alymath> Blue Dezaith and blue Sardrinth are here.
Alymath> You see Herd of Herdbeasts and Kukalaka here.
Alymath> Obvious exits:
Alymath> Stables     Barn     Training Grounds     Central Bowl     Beach     Flight

Alymath saunters with lanky grace, a hint of gold flashing in her steps, to the Pens.
Revnath advances gracefully, a stumble or shuffle only every other step, to the Pens.
Dhavalth walks to the Pens.
Rixesith shuffles noisily to the Pens.
Druseth glances about watchfully, slowly slinking to the Pens.
Crimao glides to the Pens.
Denim glides to the Pens.
Sriath clumsily pads on clawed feet to the Pens.

Alymath> Alymath is flying low over the frightened heardbeasts in the pens, her jaded head whipping back and forth while trying to decide on a suitable victim. She's like a witch of trouble in electric hues, in her own mind she's in love with you, you, /you/. What're gonna do now, herdbeast? She's like a demon, pinning the animal to the ground while her teeth sinks into the neck to drain the essence of life. Bloodied muzzle is lifted then, tongue licking off a few of the dripping goblets of blood.

"It's happening..." It took Lis a while, granted, but now it finally sinks in. It's /really/ gonna happen! With a frightened squeal, she looks around at the ammassed riders in complete terror and dashes for the ground weyrs in a blur of pink leather. Oh. My.

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 winter evening. The sky is dark, blanketed with thick clouds, but the snowfall has begun to taper off some.

Green Siulth is here.
You notice Saoirse asleep here.
Tyara is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Inner Ground Weyr     Infirmary

Sorana comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Faye comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Lylia comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
M'rin comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Iri comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Azae comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Khloe comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Alymath> Sardrinth was here first. The blue's head turns, the brilliantly whirling eyes watch his contestors arrive yet his gaze searches for the prey, the prize ... the green. There she is! Swiftly he launches himself, slender body curving in flight and, hovering briefly he quickly chooses. The animal's neck is broken with a deft shake of head, the throat riped open and the blue greedily sucks in the fuel for his lust, stoking the fire already burning.

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

Alymath> The hunt... Instinct flares in Druseth, a subtle thing at first. The spark within begins to grow, flame burning hotter even as the shades of brown appear darker. Brooding glance turns to one of hunger, and a low rumble echoes from the brown. Holding an even height, the dragon turns into a blurred shadow. Blood is what he needs, the drink that sates his heart. Desire is all he is, a fool to his own. Blood... A herdbeast falls beneath silent talons, his teeth ripping at the throat. Blood trickles down his muzzle, eyes a matching crimson. Blood, that is what his soul and body need.

T'sin comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Thesy saunters in, behind the others on purpose. Now that things have started the bluerider seems vaguely absent minded, her vision already blurred by the double sight. Perching on the edge of a table, the long legs crossed casually, she opens a wine skin and, looking at the others, offers them, "It's getting warm, anyone want some?"

Alymath> Constilath's starry neck arches tensely as bedazzled blue follows after her, her, /her/: Alymath. Stars burn as he hisses, felling a herdbeast. Perhaps he's not the brightest dragon ever. And S'gazer may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, that's been said enough, but the world won't roll /this/ blooding blue.

"I would adore some Thesy, actually..." Standing just behind her as she walks in, T'sin laughs and turns his gaze very slowly to the center of the attention here, Lis, watching her again, intrested in how she's going to react to all of this.

Alymath> Nyahth rumbles rhythmatically, unusually, in a lowly tone, his odd sounds accompanied by wide, swirling optics, both speeding in brilliant crimson shades, and focused on that green desire - Alymath. The small brown lowers his head - every smooth, klah brown joint of his twitching to a beat of anticipation. Without another thought, he's swiftly airborne and just as quickly after one of those herdbeasts - its cry cut off as the brown rips at its throat. He got it.. nyah..

Alymath> Never want to fly, Never want to leave, Never want to say what you mean to me...Rixesith glides in, veering slightly higher than the smaller dragons. He's not particularely hungry, having eaten lately, but /still/...A particularely plump herdbeast catches the Fairy King's attention and he dips low, catching and crushing it's spine in one foreclaw, landing a little distance off to carefully blood the unlucky animal.

Alymath> Sriath sits calmly back, he keeps his distance. Yes, that's a green. Yes, she's glowing. But women are /scarey/. But still, she's tempting, like cookies, Sriath's greatest desire. Cravings for sweets boiling inside him...no, that's wrong. Alymath's glowing hide is what he's after, seeming as sweet and wonderful as the best cookie ever made.

Alymath> Dhavalth is the last dragon to move into the pens, all of tension springing free suddenly, his body arching up into the air, neck stretching fully out as gravity starts to take over, and the dragon starts arching downwards, neck slamming onto the back of a herdbeast and quickly snapping it, the flesh grabbed up quickly. Teeth sink in, and Dha croons out -- blood lust and lust for the green flowing through him. This one is special, this one is worth chasing.

S'gazer follows the general crowd, normally dull eyes sparked with an odd fire. Supernova, maybe. "C-c-could," he stammers, "I-I p'raps 'ave a l-l-l-lit-ttle bit, Th-thesy?" Poor thing: all new, emotions cause a twisting of homely features.

M'rin keeps off to one side, twisting the hem of his tunic with nervous, anxious fingers. "It's his f-first...and to fly a /g-green/...he's s-so big..." M'rin is busy muttering to himself, fair near pulling the seam out of his tunic. "Oh, s-stop that, Tat!" The gold had been starting to extend her wings in 'lizard fury at the nearby bronze, Obe, who doesn't look disturbed in the least.

Lis sinks against the wall near a corner, pleased to herself at having run so fast... Wait, they all followed! Panting from the wild dash, she brushes back her hair with tremblng fingers as stands, her steps a nervous swagger as she edges along the wall. What diabolical plan has seized Lis' crazed imagination? What indeed...

Alymath> Revnath trounces the first herdbest he sees - fat, fat, fat... Nearly enough to simply eat and lose the chase. But it has never been claimed that Revnath was Epicurean; Alymath holds far more attention from him. His clutchmate, once regarded as something akin to a slime creature from outer space, has suddenly become much more attractive. He's always appreciated a good glow, especially golden glows far up in the sky.

"I'm fine. Juuuust fine." Lylia curls up in a corner, utterly wrap her arms around herself and blankly glare at a wall. She twitches slightly, teeth grinding. "Not a good time to crave wine, Ly..." Not that Dru can complain now. Her gaze shifts to Lis, sympathy evident in her quirked frown. Idly, she begins to poke at the ground beside her. Hrm, maybe she can dig a nice little hole here...

Alymath> Purple haze, all in my brain, acting funny, don't know why. Help me end this misery! Alymath finishes off her third buck and then emits a low, sultry, husky croon, her eyes twirling a bright, fiery orange. She watches the males there, blues, browns and bronzes. Are they the ones putting a spell on her? She can feel it coming in the air tonight... all of her life she's been waiting for this moment, and now she feels it! Hindlegs bend, large green wings snap open with an audible sound and *whoosh* the green takes off. S'cuse me while I kiss the sky!

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 winter evening. The sky is clear, and millions of stars carpet the sky from end to end. The air is calm, and cooling fast. To the east, Belior and Timor rise.

Alymath> Gliding around is Searcher.
Alymath> Obvious exits:
Alymath> Up     Pens     Weyrling Air     Above the Lake     Above the Bowl     Ledges

Whatever plan it may be that Lis has, T'sin is ready and eager to set chase, just as his bronze is ready to chase after Alymath. Taking a few sidesteps, T'sin himself leans against a wall and just enjoys the chaos of the flight, laughter breaking out of his lips again, deep and loud. "You all look spooked out of your minds..." Speaking to the good portion of the room that applies to.

Alymath> Crimao bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Druseth bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Denim bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Revnath bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Dhavalth bursts up from the dust below.
Alymath> Rixesith bursts up from the dust below.

Thesy nods at T'sin and S'gazer but she walks over to Lis first. Crouching in front of the girl, she holds up the skin, "Here! You better take a little of this." The bluerider has been to so many flights by now, she knows what she's talking about. Leaving the skin with the weyrling, not that Lis's state matters the least to her now, she moves over to a dark corner where she cleverly has stashed a ew more skins. Returning to her former place she grins at T'sin, "Here! It's Benden even." S'gazer is waved over to join them.

N'uh peers blankly at the klah, and bobs his head to the side once in a calm shake. "No thank you," the brown rider says simply, without the slightest stutter. He fixes his gaze to focus opposite of him - the wall. Very nice.

Alymath> Hold on! Hold on! Dhavalth turns muzzle up as the green takes off, caught by suprise and flying before he even thinks to drop the herdbeast in his mouth. Dha has been waiting for this moment....perhaps not for all of his life, but since he felt the touch of the green's glowing mood, and bronze wings sweep him up into the air, following. Alymath holds his gaze, Alymath is his purpose, and Alymath is his adoration.

Alymath> Blood still clings to Druseth's hide, red fury matching in his gaze. Oh dear... For a moment he ponders returning to the sweetest life, but green distracts him. Glowing, luminous green. Alymath has his mind... Could you whisper in his ear, the things you wanna feel, I'll give you anything... Dru's been taken in, mind hazy with blood and the lady's earlier call. A shadow has become a fool...

Alymath> Love and other moments are just chemical reastions in your brains, and feelings of aggression are the absense of the love drug in your veins....Right? This particular Fairy King has no idea as his bronzen form tenses, several seconds after the green springs, and releases, vaulting into the sky. An odd sort of rumbling vibrates Rixesith's slender throat as his wings catch the air currents, giving chase. Time now to spread your wings, To take flight, The life endeavor, Aim for the burning sun...

Alymath> Nyahth rumbles again, this time with uncertainty. He lets loose his prey of herdbeast, eyes swirling a mixture of tangerine orange and blood red. It is time. Leaping into the air, he flaps his wings pathetically, in some attempt of speed. Dragons gonna fly. Or something like that?

Alymath> With a twitch of nebularite tail, Constilath leaps over-exuberantly into the air, a mysterious gurgle rising from starry throat. For once, he doesn't look dumb as his limber and young frame seems to writhe before all. The years start coming, and they don't stop coming, yet this sprout hasn't seen too many...Orbs of fire dwarf all other attempted hues; white fangs flash in the light.

Lis reaches out for the wineskin with a lopsided beam at Thesy, cradling in one hand to open with the other. If they think her tipsy, it's all for the better. Crooked smile on her face, she takes what was meant to be feinted gulp from the skin... only it's not. A bit of the wine, and her expression as she swaggers is now devilish; demonic. Strange brew, alright.

S'gazer shuffles nervously over closer to Thesy, stopping several feet away. That's a /greenrider/ and she's /proddy/...Nuh-uh, S'gazer and proddy greenriders don't mix; while a certain greenrider seems to think S'gazer and bowls of pudding do. Erg.

If nothing else, T'sin is enjoying the show inside the ground weyrs, the very deepest of human desires, passions, and fears showing rather readily on the faces of every one around -- and on his as well, undoubtedly, for the feelings running through his veins -- and still does T'sin stand. Quiet, ominous, and still.

The scent of wine almost burns at Lylia. "Arg!" She whimpers slightly, thin face putting on a pout. "I don't suppose I could have some?" Hope creeps into her voice, hope squashed as she licks her lips. Ooooh... Wine. Her lifeblood, or so she thinks for the moment. She scoots forward slightly, still not getting up. The ground's comfortable, after all, and she can't be a shadow if the light burns away at her...

Alymath> Sardrinth bursts up from the dust below.

N'uh leans against his chair, now looking somewhat agitated. The brownrider's dragon has feelings wishing to meddle with his perfect plans of staying where he is and not caring. Nuh uh. Not going to work that way, apparently. Eyes flicker to Lis, then are snapped back. Nuh uh. They are.

Alymath> Two more herdbeasts went the way the first did, Sardrinth needs all the energy he can gather in this flight. Too many bronzes here tonight! Catching the green speck lifting into the air, muscles tense and deeply he crouches only to launch himself up, up, up. Moonlit sails pump strongly as the starlit blue rises to join the stars above, to chase the green comet ahead, the beat of life drumming in his veins, driving him higher, farther .... (repose)

Alymath> Dezaith bursts up from the dust below.

Alymath> Alymath sweeps the skies, owns the skies, at least for a while. She could take all of the world in a loving embrace, fire all her energy at once, explode into space. She's a true child of nature, she can climb every mountain, cross every ocean, soar through every sky. Born to be wild she is, racing with the wind, batting her way through the clouds and ahead of her followers. They will never catch her, her, child of nature and one with the wind. Never!

A low chuckle and a glance from eyes burning in a dark blue fire go Lis's way, then Thesy slowly starts to open her jacket. It's shrugged off hastily and the draw string of her tunic undone. The fires burning in her lifemate have taken a hold of her body and seem to burn her, too.

Alymath> Well the key to his survival, was never in much doubt, the question was how Dhavalth could keep sane, trying to catch this beautiful green. Somehow he'll manage it, though, the emotions swirling through his body and firing his blood, the space that he lost by starting slow being regained by huge pumps of gigantic bronze wings, body carried up and up, chasing! Eyes swirling but still locked on the gorgeous green, and Dhavalth keeps his speed up, 'Staring at the Sun' that is Alymath.

Alymath> Searcher drops into the pens.

Alymath> Inner flames, outer strength... Druseth burns into the air, wings extended. All around the world statues crumble for me, who knows how long I've loved you. But truly, he just wants to fly. Druseth's will wraps around him, a will to take the very winds and blanket himself. With faint thoughts piercing his mind, the brown lets himself drift higher. No fancy flying for him, just the air and the freedom is all... And the faint hope of a green heart to catch, if just for a moment.

Alymath> I thought love was only true in fairy tales, Meant for someone else but not for me...Love was out to get me, That's the way it seemed, Dissapointment haunted all my dreams...Yes, Rixesith hasn't been all that lucky with the women, but hey, maybe it's something to do with his size...Still, he's a little behind the others, having been easily pushed back dispite his strength. Bother, mm?...Gotta have this feeling forever, Gotta live this moment together...Nothing else matters just you and the night...Follow on the wings of desire, Feel the rhythem taking you higher...

Alymath> What were those words? Hrmph. Confusion mingles with the intent on catching, Nyath's swiftly swirling eyes locked on Alymath. Hastily, he beats his brown 'sails harder against whatever pesky wind holds him back. Will you tumble into his heart? Be in his heart always? Those are the words! The brown seems to have a new burning incandescence in his eyes now, wings batting proudly.

Alymath> Soaring up on the nightly breeze Sardrinth goes up higher and higher, his midnight hide dissolving into the night's sky, the silv'ry stardust rivaling the stars above. The flames inside that thrust him forward, blazing up, sending him on a straight course towards that darling green dancing in the sky, that sweetheart whose scent is keeping him on track. She's the one for him and he wants to be her .... first .... tonight ....

Alymath> Dezaith soars upwards, losing himself in his need to follow. A low croon emerges from between parted azure jaws, from deep within his throat. He'd do anything to please her, just now. He'd buy her mangos, should they be her favorite fruit; he shave everything, even press a suit. Do you think he could persuade you to make him fade? Because he really likes you, baby. He wants to be you, baby.

Alymath> They call this high? They call this fast? Alymath angles upwards in a sharp turn, a loud, wild, uncontrolled bugle sounding from her radiant form. She would be untrue, she would be a liar, if she said they couldn't go much higher! C'mon boys, light her fire! She's ready to set your night on fire, why don't you fly a little higher? She's up now, then low, then about, then around. You'd better keep up!

Lis' swagger pauses as her hands slide over a certain part of the wall. Another smile curls over her lips as she slides in front of it. Can't let the others see, nope. Her jacket is slid off in the growing, lifemate-induced heat, tumbling to the floor as lets go her deathgrip on her own conciousness, now totally. She'll just wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves...

Alymath> Constilath's wings catch halting, wayward breezes making stop-and-go traffic. Star he is and star /she'll/ be, Alymath, All Star of the wind. Time to get this game on. He seems to play for a moment, ducking and weaving, going for the pay. All that glitters is gold....but green can glitter too, and it is this vision of scintillation that he follows: the shooting star who broke the mold.

Alymath> Trust your heart, Alymath. Nyahth continues to snap his wings 'gainst the air, soaring slightly higher, darting forth after the glowing emerald treasure. The brown fights fiercely, intent indeed. Nyahth's eyes are eternally locked on Alymath, from this day on, now and forever more.

This is the world that T'sin knows, the world of flights and the effects that they have on people, and it gently sets a grin on his lips. Bowing down to his knees as Lis tumbles to the floor, and T'sin moves to her side to make sure that she's alright, fingers turning her face softly so that he can look at her. "What're you thinking of learning to fly with Alymath, Lis?"

Alymath> Up she wants, up she gets... Speed increasing, Druseth's eyes rage, entire body contorted in a storm of emotion. Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed, come on now, try and understand. His brown heart screams within, casting his wings out. Higher, he knows he must make it, but his dark grace is gone in favor of pure climbing through the skies. Fangs bared, he keeps a steady gaze on the blazing, young green, already aflame within.

Alymath> Sardrinth accepts the challenge eagerly, bugling his defiance into the starry night. Banking sharply to avoid collision with a clumsy brown, the blue spirals higher, never losing his aim, never coming off his track. Bathed in moon light he soars, a nightly wanderer in a midnight sky. Eyes awhirl in brilliant oranges, shaming the moons, he dips and dives, he dances, led by that high flying, tempting green, mocking him and his rivals but he doesn't care, his feelings flying as high as Alymath ....

Alymath> Rixesith echoes the bugles with a rumbling cry of his own, a tone hinted with...something. Hope? Who knows. Powerful wings churn the air, beating him past a few blues falling behind, glimmering and glinting with their ancient golden hues. I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life...I knew I loved you before I met you, I have been waiting all my life...This Fairy King's eyes widen a fraction, then squint at the oncoming wind as his leathery wings fight it. A thousand angels dance around you...I am complete now that I've found you...

Tiny beads of sweat form on the bluerider's forehead, the stray raven curls plastered already to her temples and a small vein pulses on Thesy's neck. Fingers play nervously with the draw string, eyes resting, unseeing, on Lis, her lifemate's desire for her green, reflected in her own gaze at her rider.

Silent N'uh's eyes are blank, bottom lip bitten gently. Uh oh. /Uh oh/. The once quite-proud brownrider shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to permanently stick himself to it. His eyes scan over all the riders present, then to Lis. At least he's still in his chair?

Alymath> Own bugle echoing out loudly, a 'lizard king' of sorts making his voice known to the sky, and after Alymath does Dhavalth persue, his own croon shifting around hers, like a countermelody counteracting with the melody. If you could only see how much Dhavalth loves Alymath, then maybe you'd understand why he wants to be the sunshine of her love.

Corners are nice... Lylia likes hers, at least. Idly, her hands trace the floor, but her gaze is elsewhere. Sharply staring at Lis for but a moment, the weyrling 'second's gaze continues on. Those who've taken off their jackets get a disparaging sniff as Ly huddles herself even more in hers. "It's cold, it's cold..." Mumbling to herself, she ignores any inner heat and Druseth's lingering thoughts. Bad dragon, and he's got all her fire... Curling up farther in her little part of the room, she sheds her wherhide jacket, not even noticing. Her arm /itches/, and she doesn't /think/ that it's from nerves, really.

S'gazer seems to shiver--yes, shiver--from his position, standing in the room's center. "Ohhhhh..." The dissonant note drags on from his lips; a quick blink and a wild glance leads the young, young bluerider to the ground, where he sits, staring at Lis with unseeing eyes.

Alymath> Oh you, you wild thing! You make my heart sing! Alymath cranes her neck around for a moment to glance at one of her remaining followers. Him... he looks like he could make everything groovey. But she needs to be sure. C'mon closer, hold her tight, you wild thing! She thinks she loves you, for now, for tonight. Green tail flicks coyly. C'mon...

M'rin is, at the moment, curled up in a tight, dejected little ball atop one of the chairs. Arms are wrapped in a death-like grip around his bent legs and furiously blushing face is buried in his knees while he mumbles inaudible noises. Bad, /bad/ Rixesith...Badbadbadbad...

Alymath> Higher, lower, but never slower; anywhere you go, he'll follow you down. Any place but those he knows by heart. Dezaith adds another croon, deepening into a longing call, that adds to the chorus of dragons, tempting, asking, come and be one with emotion, for he can be your passion, your promise, your end.

Alymath> A proud brown flying through the air, beating against the wind on his sharp curves of flight, Nyahth is intent on catching now. Quite intent. His song is found - Alymath. No more confusion. He darts ahead with a slight twirl, in an attempt to get that wild Alymath. Wild? So, c'mon, let's jive, Alymath!

Alymath> That's all Sardrinth needs ... wings, faintly shimmering, wafting like mists in the night, bring him closer to his heart's desire. Every muscle tense as a guitar's string he shoots up, closing the distance, following Alymath like a puppet on a string. Moon light turns blues into dim periwinkle, silver into pale gold and desire sparkles in all colors in those loving eyes .... he comes, Alymath, and he comes in colors ... he's like a rainbow ..

Alymath> Dhavalth is so close that he can almost touch Alymath, swooping up just under her and treating the flight like it's only going to happen once in a lifetime, and the sweet emotion that's in his every sinew and vein is too much for him to ignore. If he could speak right now, the only words on his lips would be, 'Girl, you really got me,' amd quickly does he climb the stairway to the heavens after her, hoping that perhaps in the ends, with her he can rest. One more long, slow croon to the night air, one more howl at the moon, and one more burst of energy pushing him onwards.

N'uh's eyes are permanently locked on Lis, black tendrils motionless beside his cheeks. Nyath has won him over - but he remains in his chair, blue optics just.. lookin'.

Alymath> Wild thing, I think you move me...But Rixesith wants to know for sure. Indeed he does. Muscles ripple across wings and back as he darts past a few competitors, surprising quick for a bronze, even the lithe bronze he be. So come on, and hold him tight...You move me...Literally.

All her best instincts tell Lis to dart away from the encroaching T'sin, but there's something stubborn in the back of her mind - currently melting into Alymath's - that keeps her still. Eyes glare into his with feral ferocity, nothing said in response; it's not just T'sin she's looking at, it's Dhavalth, and beyond him, Sardrinth, Druseth, Nhyath, Dezaith and all the rest.

Alymath> One is the loneliest number... And Druseth fights the ache inside. Still he blazes higher, brown following green. A temptation, a dark desire... Take another piece of my heart, Alymath. She's the longest dance, the moment in the night. Druseth's dark form streamlines, one desperate effort to catch a dream, tangled in his blanket of clouds, dreaming aloud... So close, he is, brown knowing it. Temptation is all he is, /she/ is all he wants, all he can be. The night wants to touch the day, only for a moment. Dark-heart wants to give flirting purity a glimpse of himself, and take a moment of pure light.

Another swig of the wine is taken though Thesy won't recognize it's vintage any longer. Slowly she moves over to where Lis is, drawn by a longing that is not hers but keeps her moving ...

Azae slouches against a wall, hands shoved into her pockets, feigning indifference. But beneath the hair which has fallen over her face, her eyes burn with naked desire, locking their unflinching gaze on Lis.

Alymath> The end is near. Alymath slows her pace a little, allowing the very last of her pursuers to close in on her. Soon she'll be with you, her love, give you her surprise. She'll be with you when the stars start falling, bathing in the sunshine of your love. She's been waiting so long on where she's going. Let's go to above the stars, where it'll be just ours. Let us fade into the sun, let our spirits fly, until we are one. Just for a little fun. Come on! (OOC: Catching poses, please :)

Druseth is all Lylia cares about... It's all she /sees/. Wine is blood to her, but for a moment it's no longer needed. She staggers to her feet, managing to avoid tripping over her abandoned jacket. She rubs at her arms, almost desperately, knowing brown is there, no longer skin. She staggers closer to Lis, closer to /Alymath/. "Cold, cold..." Lylia's sight is skybound now.

Alymath> That last push flowing through his body, and Dhavalth throws the last of his energy upwards, trying to come up under Alymath, wondering if this could be love. Come together is what he thinks they should do, bring eachother to higher ground that's never been reached before, never even touched. Alymath has entranced him, and she's his black magic woman. Try to catch her does Dhavalth, and show he that he's the Sweetest thing that she could ever find, and he's right here, right now.

M'rin doesn't wanna get close to Lis...After all, she's still a woman dispite the draconic vibes she's giving out, and women /bite/...Well, as far as he knows they do. One arm clutches the back of the chair to keep him in place as he leans heavily against it, face pressed hard against his bent knees. If he can't see them, they can't see him...Right?

Alymath> Love is in the air .... and Sardrinth is willing to give it all. Forcing all his powers to bring him close, the slender body arching above the that dazzling little girl below, he bugles again, crooning his love and desire, his tenderness, his caring towards her ... wings outstretched like a wondrous shield ... have you ever really loved a woman?

Alymath> Constilath rumbles a rather fluting protest, star beglimmered wings arching forward, reserves called and tested for genuinity. Ask yourself, dear Alymath, could you stand some change from life? Lithely lean body streaks as the star he is, immeasurable supernova's burning within eyes, mind, and /body/, closer to the prize, the pride, the pay. Wings tuck flat momentarily, bundling up now, to make Alymath warmer later. Brilliant 'spars skate on seemingly ice, cutting through the thinness, as Constilath's body swims liquidly through other pursuers. Let me put your world on fire; mine is, that's the way I like, and you'll never get board. Starlight, starbright...He inches closer.

Alymath> Nyahth lets out a little bugle, now racing faster than he ever was before - even his fiery eyes chasing Alymath's slowing form. Sinuous neck arches and darts forward, is body tensing as he forces himself to go faster, faster, /faster/. Will you be his wild jive partner, and always in his heart?

Alymath> If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you... Druseth's has not a piece of his heart gone to Alymath, but all of him. The hellish crimson-splattered brown knows not what he can do... But higher, higher! Lightness is his craving, and the green's luminous self is the goal, something the very air itself whispers to him. To touch, to catch... Hide becoming sallow from exertion, his panicked eyes fill with desire as all. Eveything around him is a part of him, every breeze throwing him farther up. A touch, a flirtatious gleam... A moment is all he wants, but anything at all causes him to flare his wings, up /more/, he needs to go! He's so close now, energy everywhere in the air. If you'd accept surrender, give up some more.... Weren't you adored? And Alymath is adored, so much so, even by the brooding dark angel one of the lot.

Alymath> Desire hardening in his eyes, Dezaith stretches closer, letting loose his last dregs of energy in a sprint for the finish line. Meet him in the back, where the light don't shine, and if you show him yours, maybe he'll show you his. At any rate, his wings are shaking and his heart is beating fast, because to him, love is worth making, even if it can't last. So come closer, and to the beat of the dance, he will give you all.

Alymath> Rixesith's bronzen wings arch as he tips to one side, propelling him farther yet. Her eyes burn bright against the frost-bit sky, she never seemed more lovely than she does tonight...Nay, she never seemed more lovely than this is for certain as one courtious foreleg extends towards Alymath, a greeting, a longing...Be his Queen, oh emerald jewel? Pale on the horizon, Like leaves in the snow, Our two shadows could merge inseperably.

Alymath> She tried to hold him back, but he was stronger. Oh yeah, now it seems her only hope is giving up the fight. And, how could she ever refuse? She'll feel like she wins when she loses! Rixesith - I was defeated, you won the war! Rixesith - promise to love you forever more! Rixesith - couldn't escape if I wanted to! Rixesith - knowing my fate is to be with you! Rixesith - finally facing my Rixesith! It's no crime giving yourself over to pleasure, and it's what Alymath does now; giving herself over to Rixesith. They. Are. One.

T'sin bows his head softly as teh decision is made, and slowly does he open his eyes and give a soft wink to Lis, standing slowly and turning, exiting quietly. Back to that nap...

T'sin leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

Alymath> Dhavalth spirals higher, looping up past the Spindles themselves.

Alymath> Defeated Sardrinth leaves the scene, gliding down i a long disappointed curve.
Alymath> Sardrinth just misses the gate, heading out towards the central bowl.

Alymath> Constilath gives a small, whistling type of sigh, slowly gliding down to fetch his rider.

And finally... Lylia stretches, slow grin on her face. Time to go watch her dragon tackle some herdbeasts... Her gaze flickers over to M'rin, and with a rueful grin at Lis, she saunters out the door... Best to take care of her lifemate dear.

Lylia leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

Alymath> In the weyr bowl below, T'sin goes home.

Alymath> In the weyr bowl below, Lylia walks to the Pens.
Alymath> Druseth drops into the pens.

Thesy goes home.

Alymath> Nyahth finally lets his fierce wing-flapping cease, and retreats. Phew, and.. /nyah/. He drops down to find his rider.

N'uh inclines his head and lets out a little sigh, painstakingly getting up from his seat. The great desires of his brown Nyahth have ended. Will he stay? Nuh uh.

M'rin curls into a tighter ball, if that's possible and just moans, "Nononononono..." /Bad/ Rixesith! Badbadbadbadbad...Face remains crushed against his knees, not daring to look up, not daring to do much more than shake slightly with the intensity of emotion...

Faye leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.
Alymath> In the weyr bowl below, Faye appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.

Alymath> Dezaith slows his rapid pace, veering off-course to give Alymath and Rixesith room. He loved her, and then he lost her, and he, he will never be the same. Caught in her eyes, lost in her name, he will never be the same.

Alymath> Constilath drops into the pens.

Sorana leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.
Alymath> In the weyr bowl below, Sorana appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.

Azae straightens up, tossing hair from her eyes, a cynical smirk tossed at the torn M'rin to hide her own emotions as she heads out after the others.

Azae leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.
Alymath> In the weyr bowl below, Azae appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.

Lis gets just a glimse of sanity from the lack anticipation of the winner. Enough sanity to stalk over to the ball o' M'rin, one hand delicately winding its fingers through his hair as she leans close to whisper: "Don't deny me, bronzer, not while you're in my reach...

Alymath> In the weyr bowl below, Dhavalth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Tyara strolls in, obviously looking for 'survivors'. "Lis! DOn't do that," she hisses, practicaly grabbing the greenrider by the collar. "Shoo!" Lis is pushed towards the exit. "I don't think he'd appreciate it..."

Lis glares viciously at the nanny, rubbing her collar with malice as the material chafes. Blinking eyes bleary with the emotions of her lifemate, she stumbles vaguely forward, out into the bowl. M'rin is safe... From this greenling, anyway.

Sheltering overhang gives way to vastness of weyr bowl.