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Logfile from G'deon
27th of January, 2001
Training Grounds
The marks of thousands of claws give testament to the shuffling of the young
dragons that have torn up what little grass once grew in this corner of the
bowl. Tucked in between the feeding pens to the south and the curve of the Weyrleader's
complex, the training grounds are home to daily exercises and classes, all taking
place well out of the way of the hectic bustle of the rest of the bowl. Cut
deep into the cliff face, the large, covered openings leading into the extensive
weyrling barracks rise high over the heads of any who come near, although the
height of the caldera's spindles far above cast their own reaching shadows across
the hard packed earth.
It is a spring afternoon.
Soaring high overhead are Shugogetten, Kyrenna, and Selig.
Blue Lainnoth, green Miravith, green Niamhyth, and brown Chanticoth are here.
Lyri is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyrling Barracks Northern Bowl Corrals
Nylanth wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.
G'deon is led in by Nylanth.
Tonalie wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.
Lyri
A slight girl, barely reaching 5'8", with short, ebony tresses that have
been allowed to grow out to just above her ears which, oddly enough, are a rather
lovely shade of purple. Her jade green eyes are her most noticeable feature,
looking out from under long, thick, lashes. High arching eyebrows stand out
against skin tanned to a yellow brown that has been stained a deep plum while
soft, ruby lips curve gently. A small, upturned nose compliments her angular
chin (making the soft lavender of that area stand out nicely), which is often
tilted defiantly and gives her a rather impish look. Farther down, her frame,
while rather frail in appearance, does carry the curves that show her to be
female, though little else about her presence would indicate it, in fact, her
newly aquired coloration would make her look more like some dimented weaver's
creation. Her arms are a bit long with tapering fingers and rather short nails
and her legs seem to be a bit much for her to control.
Bright hues of deep forest green fold and crease their way down the wherhide
riding jacket, ending at midthigh. Soft undercolorings of light brown and tan
play just beneath the jungle of colors, culminating in a rich mixture over the
snug fitting hood. Soft fur lines the jacket,peeking out at the cuffs and hemlines,
a much needed protection from the cold of ::between::. A wide belt circles her
waist, shifting in color from emerald to jungle in smooth fluid motion; small
metal loops dot the belt, ready for straps or gear. 'Emerald riding pants fit
her loosely, while her gloves fit tighter, but still allow the free range of
movement. Rich emerald boots round out the ensemble, lacing up the sides to
her knees. Perched on Lyri's shoulder is Cyclone.
Twined cords of blue and black twisted with a strand of green identify her as
a wingrider and AWLM of High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Lyri is 20 Turns, 9 months, and 21 days old.
Kinecha wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.
G'deon walks in right behind Nylanth and waves to everyone else who's gathered already. "'Afternoon, everyone," he says with a cheerful smile.
Lyri sits back with her lifemate, leaning against the slightly glowy hide. "Well, enough time on your hands to not be busy, eh?" Ha, she'll soon change that. "Well, it's probably a good thing, I don't suppose anyone's had a talk about your dragons with you.. about mating flights and such.. have they?" Not that she'd know first hand... Nia never goes proddy.
G'deon's eyebrows rise slightly at the mention of mating flights, but he doesn't really reply. This is obviously a conversation he just walked into. He motions for Kinecha and Tonalie to follow him as he walks over to the assistant weyrlingmaster.
G'deon
G'deon appears at first glance to be quite calm and collected, though a mischievous
gleam seems to tint his blue eyes from time to time. He has grown into a rather
well-built frame and stands at less than an inch under six feet. Many Turns
of hard work have helped his shoulders fill out considerably, along with his
arms and hands. His legs however are still the wiry limbs of his youth, which
he'll never lose. Newly cut hair tops this young man's head, the short hairs
glistening hazily, a sandy blond frame for a lightly tanned face, accented by
his calm blue eyes, clear and blue as the summer sky over High Reaches.
Sturdy black boots, darker than deepest night, give way to rather thick, close-fitting
black trousers which are dotted at various areas and heights with pockets. From
there is found a thick, black, wherhide belt cinched tightly at the waist holding
a rather tight royal blue shirt in place. The shirt is a bit coarse but appears
warm. The rather loose sleeves fall to the wrists in modest bellows, tied firmly
at the cuffs, and the collar comes together in a V-shape below the neck, tied
firmly together with cords like those at his wrists.
Unwavering shadows intertwine with the deep dark blue of a glacier, the two
cords forming a single loop. A small tail of the same black and blue hangs from
the top of the knot, joined by a single tassel. Mingling with the cords is a
fine ribbon of shimmering bronze, naming G'deon as a bronze senior weyrling
and wingsecond of High Reaches.
He is awake and looks alert.
You notice G'deon looking at you.
G'deon is 20 Turns, 8 months, and 12 days old.
Kinecha follows G'deon as she explains to Tonalie. "I don't usually /get/ nightmare, but I have this feeling that somethings gonna happen... I dunno, maybe it's just because it's getting warmer."
Chanticoth flips his wings slightly as he observes the gathering starting to talk. Waitaminute... flights? Is this one of the things Ilare said would have to wait until he was older to be explained?
Soquilith wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.
G'deon looks back at Tonalie and Kinecha, a slight frown on his face. "If you're having trouble sleeping, the Healer usually has stuff to help with that." He's so helpful, huh? He turns and waves to Chanticoth with an amused grin. "Hello again, Chanti. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
Tonalie nods as she scrambles to her feet, only to re-settle herself a few feet closer. "Ugh...mmm...what's that, dear? Something bad...What do you mean?" she asks, turning concerned eyes on Kinecha.
Lyri isn't paying attention to talk of nightmares, she's living one at the present.. ala weyrlings. "Alright, settle in, and no snickering. Remember that ash pit duty I told you about." Yeah, and she's not afraid to use it. "It's not all that difficult and it's half of the reason you have your own weyrs now. Those of you who ride males will notice that they've become interested, to one degree or another, in the females." Snicker. "And I'm sure that those of you who ride females have seen what happens when a female goes proddy." Mooohaaahaa.. "And that's all about to happen to each of you, in time."
Tonalie gasps as she realizes the content of the conversation. Hands clamp desperately over her mouth to stifle the giggles. Poor Giddie...so young to have to learn this...
Nylanth settles carefully next to Chanticoth as he watches the others intently. G'deon follows right next to him, stopping just in front of the bronze who lowers his head to the rider's shoulder.
Kinecha settles down, beside Tonalie, and decides to just observe this lesson and try to forget about those nightmares. Not really something that would fit into the subject at hand.. Or would they?
Ah, but G'deon here is weyrbred you see. He heard this as a weyrbrat. The younger weyrling sitting in front of him begins snickering slightly, so the wingsecond judiciously whacks him on the head. "Do you want to know this stuff or not?" he asks the boy, who he notes idly is one of those green 'lings.
Tonalie winks at Kinecha as she settles herself, and mouths silently "We'll talk later, 'kay?"
Nylanth thinks to you, << I bespoke Chanticoth with: Nylanth intrudes most politely, and amused tone to his mindvoice. << Have we missed anything yet? G'deon says this is important information. >> A long pause... << He's also been wondering where your lifemate is. He said she should be here as well...? >> to him. >>
Lyri would snicker, but that would be mean.. wait, so this is stopping her? Snicker. "The basics of it all is that your males, at around a turn, are able to chase. Females take a bit longer and should be nearing an eligable age around the time you are all graduated to full rider, which will probably be quite a reliefe, not having to take a lesson alongside the rider whose dragon yours chased just the day before." Not that she wouldn't find it amusing. "For those of you who want to avoid babies, there's two ways to do so. You can take the goop from the healers and, if that fails or you forget, you can between not come out until the count of ten. I know it seems like a bit much, but it's worth it." Especially if it keeps another rabid brat from terrorizing 'Reaches.
Kinecha nods, and gives Tonalie a weak smile of gratitude. Maybe she did need to talk about this, after all. Right now, more interesting things were happening though.
Nylanth senses Chanticoth thinks << No. You've not missed anything. And Ilare is... in the weyr. >> to him.
"But greens don't have babies, do they?" a young blue rider up front asks, her face, tinging slightly as soon as she pipes up.
Alymath heads from Pens to Weyrling grounds, leaving the fenced beasties behind.
Cadgwith wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.
G'deon just smiles slightly, then leans over to Tonalie and Kinecha. "Sorry, I'd forgotten this is what the class was about." Right. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to." At the same time the young weyrling next to the first rather sarcastically explains the basics to her, at which G'deon turns to his lifemate, likely asking him to relay something to the girl's dragon.
Lyri shakes her head. "No, greens don't have babies.. but greenriders can." Just look at this poor rider. "Now, unless you lot have questions?" She motions toward the barracks. "We have some things to go over."
Alymath saunters with lanky grace, a hint of gold flashing in her steps, to the Weyrling Barracks.
Lyri *motions the 'lings to the barracks. OOC time.
Above, Tremayne battles the thermals that brood and whirl about the Northern bowl.
Soquilith caracoles indolently to the Weyrling Barracks.
Lyri walks to the Weyrling Barracks.
Niamhyth nearly dances to the Weyrling Barracks.
Nylanth carefully and as silently as possible tramps to the Weyrling Barracks.
Cadgwith crashes resplendently to the Weyrling Barracks.
Kyrenna glides 'pon jade-carved wings to the Weyrling Barracks.
You go to the Weyrling Barracks.
Weyrling Barracks
The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that stretch
back deep into the rock of the cliffside. Glow baskets lining the cavern walls
cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and illuminating the home of all High
Reaches weyrlings. Stone couches, some smaller for the greens and blues and
some, for bronzes and the occasional gold, so large they have to be climbed
into, rise up to loom over the walkways of well-packed dirt.
Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets of
leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and practicing; crates
and supplies also take up residence in various nooks and crannies. Toward the
back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the dragonets and their lifemates and
several large containers kept full of fresh meat serve as conveniences for the
busy residents of these barracks.
To the southwest, you see Lainnoth, Miravith, Chanticoth, and two people.
Snuggled in with the leather supplies and tools are ten firelizards.
Green Alymath, bronze Soquilith, green Niamhyth, bronze Nylanth, and gold Cadgwith
are here.
You see Weyrling Progress Record, Dragon Wing, and Star Studded Sky here.
Lyri and Pyrene are here.
Obvious exits:
Staff Office Bowl Couches
Alymath mates with Nylanth. There. Don't try this at home, kids!
Lyri just.. eyes, and then passes around the bean bags and cookies. Fresh ones, peanut butter chocolate chip. ;)
Kyrenna screams and runs up a wall.
Alymath ohs. We're not.
Cadgwith sniffs at Aly. Mate with him while you can. You won't get a look in once I start glowing again.
Alymath puhs at Cadge. In your dreams, shellfish.
Cadgwith sidles up to Nylanth and asks him which he'd prefer. Her or Aly? And before asking, remember which one of us has more body weight than you do.
Sora ping-pongs haphazardly in from the Training Grounds.
G'deon lounges on a mound of pillows. "So what's all this about flits and dragons?"
Alymath oooohs - I get both?
R'ave skulks broodily in from the Training Grounds.
Pyrene says, "Nah, it's the wherries and the vtols."
Nylanth sniffs. Not by much. Now, both of you at once might be cumbersome... but it could happen.
Catiminith ambles jauntily with a flash of dawn-like hues in from the Training Grounds.
Lyri turns on the OOC lamp and settles in, draping a cloth over Cadge lest she frighten the younger dragons. "Ok. This is how it goes, folks. The mating flight talk *cue scary music*. First off, we'll start with a question. What do /you/ think a mating flight would be like? What would happen in the RP in general?"
You say, "Actual RP or pre-RP?"
Lyri says, "Actual RP. "
Sora sits on Cati and doots. They go up, they catch, they go down? ;)
Cadgwith huffs. They've seen me before. They brought me water while I was on the Sands. Room service. :>
R'ave chuckles. Um.. we talkin' Lis-flights?
Catiminith snickers loudly and straightens his halo afterwards.
Lyri rolls.
You say, "So.. it's like this. The female starts nearing that proddy stage and sooner or later starts glowing, sometimes even soon enough to warn the rider..."
Alymath preens muchly. I's good.
Lyri isn't going to ask which dragon told you that. ;)
Alymath urghs. Actually, sorry guys, but I'm going to bed. :p You'll have to do without my eternal wisdom for today.
Lyri snugs Aly. Night. Good luck with the dress.
Catiminith smooches. Bai. :>
R'ave makes a sad/whiny/joyous face. Dern.
Alymath got it offff!
R'ave holds his tongue.
Catiminith, again, snickers. And straightens his halo.
Sora beams at Cati. Can I sit in your halo?
You say, "Then the male dragons take notice and start blooding their kills, alerting the Weyr. The green or gold /also/ settles in the pens, ready to eat, though the gold rider should be very careful that the queen only bloods the kills, so she flies high and far.... Am I getting it so far?"
R'ave beams at Cati, too. Can I sit on your rider? ^_-
Pyrene thinks that sounds about right, although here, we tend to have females and males blooding their kills at the same time.
Catiminith smacks R'ave. No you can't. ^.- ::beams at Sora.:: You kin sit in mah sparklyhalo.
Sora mrowls atta R'ave and stalks. Enny time, pseudo-proddah. *pouts at Cati*
Thesy strolls in from the Training Grounds.
R'gis strolls in an unconsciously seductive manner in from the Training Grounds.
G'deon nods.
Sardrinth dashes in from the Training Grounds.
R'ave eyes Gid. Yeah. What he said. :P I've been involved in flights before, so.. o.O; And ow. Demm blues.
Lyri nods. "Mostly. Neither gold nor green should be allowed to do more than blood their kills. Greens may not produce eggs but the weight of the food in their stomachs would weight them down, and would cause them to hit the ground during the catch fall.
You say, "Good point."
Sora winces at Lyri. Yeek. o.O And hops up on sparkle-halo. Hee. ^_^
Thesy sorries for being late and will chirp in later. :>
Pyrene eyes the unconscious Aly and thinks that might not be such a bad thing...
Catiminith thbbts R'ave. And burbles at Lyri. Dun' they just blood 'cause it lets 'em go all fast and.. far.. and.. stuff? That they wanna do? O.o
R'gis echoes the bluerider.
Lyri snugs thesy. Feel free to jump in at any time. :D
You say, "Eventually the female takes off, followed by the males... and, yada yada."
R'ave likes the yada yada part best. :P
Pyrene snerks.
Sora warily's R'ave.
You say, "The blood gives them nourishment but won't weight them down."
R'ave leerily's Sora.
Thesy raises a brow at Gids, "Yadda? How's that?"
Catiminith thinks R'ave and Sora are both scary. And nods at Gid. Yah. Nourishment and all that.. happy stuff.
G'deon grins at Thesy. "Yada yada: a male catches the female. bronze/brown/blue rider catches green/gold rider. Yada yada.
Sora throws a sparkle at R'ave.
Sora doots. Or the weyrmate/"person there" catches the rider.
R'gis grins saucily and nods at Sora.
G'deon grins. Yeah, but you have to plan for that one. I meant in general. ;)
Pyrene mms at Sora. Except that hardly ever happens either. ;) People like to sleep with random catcher. Hussies that they are.
Thesy grins and wouldn't be too sure of that, Gids. We've had some funny pairings after flights. Ummm, and sometimes more than pairings. Whoops .. or are we still talking canon here?
R'ave throws pheromones at Sora? :P
Lyri nods. "The yada yada being the chase above and the reactions going on in the ground weyrs. Now, in the books, the riders would go to the weyr of the female rider but, for RP's sake and for the sake of keeping private areas private, we use the ground weyrs. Every rider's reaction is unique, some get all flirty, some would rather slit your throat as soon as it's all over. No one rider is the same. (If they were, we'd have a weyr full of Lis-es." *nods to Sora* "And it's not always the persons IC weyrmate that catches."
You say, "I just meant ICly...."
Sora ducks pheromones. Nuh!
Thesy meant ICly, too. :P
Lyri thinks that, ICly, anything would go.. depending on the riders.
R'ave looks sad. And nods at Lyri. That's whut I thawt.
Sora watches R'ave develop a tuh-wang. Hyee. o.o;
You say, "What do you mean about the ground weyrs?"
Pyrene throws in her twopennorth here and suggests that if you /do/ have anybody lined up to catch the rider regardless of who catches the dragon, you let the chasers know.
G'deon nods. We're still doing RP though :)
R'ave huhs. Isn't think a leetle spammy for RP? o_O ::confused::
You say, "Pre-RP, wouldn't the female dragon's rider let all the chasers know beforehand how the rules go?"
Thesy says, "Usually you have a 'flight' channel for the OOC stuff and yes, the rider of the female to go up invites the chasers to that channel and gives the rules there."
G'deon nods
R'gis says, "I had no idea with Peorth's maiden flight and we just RP'd it out....Sardrinth didn't catch but Thesy did. Thankfully no one complained."
G'deon goes to get a drink... I might need one. ;)
Thesy grins. "Nobody but me. *ducks*
G'deon grins. :)
Pyrene grins. Well, yeah... but a little extra to the rules, if you're intending to do other than "rider of successful male gets the female's rider" it's polite to let the others know so the catcher's rider isn't left going 'uh?'
Lyri nods at Pyrene. We have a group of weyrs on the ground, usually used for injured dragons. It's always best to inform your chasers of the rules and if you have a pre-set winner. Also, no one, no matter what anyone tells you, is required to RP aftermath. You should never bug or harrass anyone to perform that sort of RP and you should never let anyone try to push you into it. These are supposed to be fun.
R'gis laughs. "True....and that was later." *snugs*
G'deon nods to Pyrene. Very good point.
Pyrene adds also that RP afterwards doesn't have to be TS. With Cadge's I just cut to the morning after--which was /huge/ fun with B'art.
R'ave shudders at Pyrene.
G'deon nods.
Thesy concurs with Pyrene and Lyri and grins at Rage. "Well, after having your blue complaining for an hour about -that- green does make you a bit touchy. ;)" *nods at Pyrene* "Let it fade to black the moment your dragon catches/is caught and you disappear with their rider to a private place, if you don't want to RP -anything- more. Flights are to be supposed to be fun for all involved and everybody should be comfortable."
Sora nodnods absently in a bazillion type way. Yesh. 'tall depends on what level you're comfortable at.
Thesy says, "Exactly."
G'deon grins. It can be fun to come out an IC hour or so later too. ;)
Pyrene mms and adds that if you don't want to, you never /have/ to take part in a flight. Even if you ride green. Only time you'd need to is if you wanted to parent a clutch or if you were going to be WL/SrWW.
G'deon nods
Lyri would also like to point out that, in a weyr like HRW, there is at least one green going up per day, since they make up half of the weyr's compliment, ICly. Also, for you greenriders, you don't always have to have the 'heroic bronzerider' catch your green. Have fun with it, bronzes would be the minority of catchers in a green flight, simply because they're so much bigger. I also encourage people to let the female riders of males win. I've been on games where my blue never had a chance simply because all of the greenriders wanted the bronze to catch. Since you won't have to worry about a clutch, have a little fun and allow for some diversity. I know that knowing I'd never catch kept me from trying.. even though catching wasn't at all important. It's no fun to play if you know beforehand that you've already lost.
R'ave boogies to Godspell. I don't mind not-catching. It's almost better than catching. But yeah. I get what you mean, Lyri.
G'deon nods
Thesy nods, "I have stayed out of many flights because I knew Sardrinth wouldn't stand a chance of catching. Even though it wasn't important, the uncertainty of who'd win is part of the fun. at least for me."
Pyrene nods at Lyri. That's bad. Although I think we do rather well here in having a variety of catchers. It's up to you how you choose who catches too. Go by RP; roll a dice; I got my PD to decide (although I reserved the right to veto anybody!). And you can also chase even if you don't want to catch--just let the female's rider know.
R'ave didn't know that. o.O; Cool.
Lyri nods to Pyrene. "Very good point. If you are riding a male and don't want to catch, do let the rider of the female know. And, if you do want to catch and someone else looses, don't bug, flame, or talk about the rider of the female. For all intents and purpouses, this is his/her show. Yes, it's fun for those involved but (s)he's in charge. Another point is, please, don't allow the flight to lead into hight angst unless you have already talked about it with everyone involved and they've agreed.. even then, it's just good manners to keep this private.
G'deon smiles. "Too true."
R'ave has never been in a flight where that's happened, thankfully. x.x
Pyrene mms. My general rule of thumb is that if I want it to differ in anyway from a normal flight, I let the people involved know. Including if I'm the chaser. Which reminds me of something that came up at HRW once... if you want your dragon to catch but you don't want your character to sleep with anybody ICly (it happened!), then let the female's rider know that's going to happen so she can jump on somebody else by mistake or whathaveyou.
Lyri grins. "Or, if you want to jump on everyone... let them know too." ;)
Pyrene snickers. And Lis isn't even here...
G'deon laughs. "I'll try to remember that one..."
Thesy snickers, "HRW is famous for its orgies."
R'ave snuhs. Well, someone had to say it. ::bleenks:: at Thesy. :D
You say, "I /knew/ there was a reason I liked this place... ;>"
Pyrene snorts.
Lyri says, "Also, it's terribly un-IC to have your dragon between during a flight, regardless of what sex it is. During a flight, those pouches that hold the reproductive organs are open, between would not only be painful, it could also be deadly. "
Thesy nudges Pyrene, "What did we think when we wanted him here, huh?" ;)
R'ave blinks. Pouches? O.o Weird.
Catiminith hah-hahs at R'ave. I knew about the pouches. Hah-hah. o.o;
R'ave didn't. Ah'm egnuhrunt.
Sora vlets and nodnods. Besides, the females are a little too distracted to think about betweening and focus on a certain place. And the males...*/eyes/ Cati*
Pyrene ees at Lyri. I never knew that. Ick. Although of course, having your dragon between without the rider is very unIC anyway.
Catiminith thbbts Sora. It's part of the cirriculum, elsemu. ;p
Pyrene nudges Thesy back too. I swear it's a different player. The old Gideon was /such/ a nice boy. ;)
G'deon grins at Thesy.
G'deon leers at Pyrene too. ;>
Thesy stares at Lyri. Where did you get that? Frankly, I'm still a bit in the dark about dragon reproduction but I'm not sure, if I want to know. :>
Sora just snerks at Thesy. Hee. ;)
Pyrene awws. Nylanth's a /nice/ rogue.
You say, "True"
R'ave is a nice boy. ^_^
R'gis leers proddily at the 'nice' boys. Yummm.
Sora hacks and beams at R'ave. Yes-You-Are. Eh. Heh.
Catiminith eyes R'ave. Warily.
Lyri nods. Remember Dragon anatomy? There is a small pouchlike bit that opens during a flight, uncovering the more sensitive organs. *grins at Thesy* Various weyrlinghoods.
Lyri says, "I also think I read it somewhere but I'd have to get back to you on that. "
R'ave thpts at Cati. Nope. And that's still weird. Proddy? ::twitch::
Pyrene missed both our anatomy lessons. Don't remember that from the logs though.
Thesy sulks. Catia always skipped that part? Even when she taught me to become a dragonhealer.
G'deon thought that the pouch only opened if the male actually caught...
Catiminith flutters at R'ave. And thinks he read it somewhere in one of the dlg. Only about the pouches, though.
Lyri says, "Kinda, Cati, only it's a reaction to the mating urge. All of the males would react the same way, the pouches would open to be ready. "
Thesy chuckles, "Always ready, huh?"
Sora idly nightmares Pyrene.
You say, "So... kinda like the **** on the ****?"
Pyrene sogni d'oros Sora because she's nice.
R'ave blinks at Gid. Nemeh?
G'deon grins. "The pouch and the netherlaender"
Sora echoes R'ave. o.o
You say, "n/m"
Sora echoes R'ave late, and ohs at Gid.
Lyri grins. Especially in 'Reaches.
Thesy eyes Gids. You're odd!
Catiminith thinks we all knew that, Thes. *duck.*
R'ave does know whut a netherlaender is.
G'deon beams
G'deon grins. "I was just clarifying..."
Thesy tickles R'ave. It's ... ummm ... rather obvious, no?
R'ave shakes his head. Nope. *innocence*
Thesy grins, "Now Highlander would be quite confusing."
Lyri makes one other point. Always make sure that the non-winners of your flights feel appreciated (for the greenies). It's really hard to pose yourself, your dragon, and keep up with the spam. Let them know that they weren't ignored and that you did see their effort.
G'deon grins at Thesy, then nods to Lyri.
Pyrene nods. How many of you guys have actually taken part in a flight already? NPCing or elsem*?
Sora waves a hand. *beam*
R'ave waves both.
Thesy laughs, "Looking for promising victims, Pipi?"
Catiminith hasn't. I stick to logs. o.o;
You say, "NPC only."
Sora adds, NPCing.
R'ave eyes Cat. Well.. there's a strange preference.
Pyrene tickles Thesy. Just wondering. And yes, if you haven't taken part in a flight before, it's worth reading logs.
Catiminith thbbts R'ave. I've got my reasons.
Lyri says, "Are we suggesting they get logs from Lis? "
Thesy falls over at Lyri.
You say, "Um... Lyri? ;>"
Pyrene rolls! Well, she /does/ have logs on her page.
R'ave throws logs at Cat. ^^
Catiminith tackles R'ave. And chomps on logs. Chompchomp.
Sora beams at Cati. Good boy!
Lyri thinks she's covered what she intended. *looks to the others* Questions? Answers? Funny looks?
R'ave smush-squirms at Sora.
R'ave funnylooks at Lyri.
Pyrene gives Lyri funny cooks.
G'deon snugs a Lyri. Many thanks!
Catiminith smooshes R'ave happily, and looks at Lyri funny before beaming at Sora and doing.. lots of other stuff. O.o No questions from me. :>
R'ave doesn't have n'questions.
You say, "So... just /how/ does this flight affect the riders?... ;>"
Pyrene says, "Are those the sort N'sync has?"
Sora eyes Cati. Doing...lots...of other stuff. Right! Okay. *beams at Lyri* Je n'ai pas (uh) questionne. o.o
Pyrene demonstrates to Gid?
You say, "Other than the insanity part... Oooh, Pyrenees babe."
Catiminith is the multitaskingking, Sor. ;.;
Lyri says, "Dood, funny cooks. Just what I've always wanted." *nods to Gid* "It's different for each rider but the experience is very intense. It is when the dragon/rider bond is at its strongest. Your character may feel that they /are/ the dragon and experience everything or they may only feel the emotions as strongly as the dragon, and turn them toward the riders present. "
G'deon nods to Lyri.
Catiminith, personally, has plans for his greenriding alt and/or any other riding alt I may come across, o.O;, to throw a hissyfit and fling things at random people. But that's just me. u.u
Sora /snerks/ at Cati. That sounds like Tad'ra. ;) Or Re'a. Mugs and pies.
R'gis doesn't fling things. *beams* Except himself, of course.
Catiminith beams at Sora. Yes. Lennypoo will follow in the tradition of mug-flinging greenriders.
Sora steals Kellie away, then. Eh. Heh. Or is he immune? *glowers idly*
G'deon grins and pounces everyone at once. "Anything else?"
Lyri gives an example. For Lyri, proddiness doesn't happen.. at least, she won't admit it. She is the type who always wants to be in control of their actions. Before Nia goes up, Lyri is flighty, forgetfull, and a bit of an air head. During the flight... she's drunk. Afterward.. the rider of that male had better run and hide, because she's on a mission to kill.
Catiminith thinks Len'd throw things at Kellie wether she was proddy or not. ;D ::snorks at Lyri.:: Hee.
G'deon grins at Lyri. "Mmmm, dangerous, huh?"
Lyri beams. Deadly.
Sora hars at Lyri. Nice idea. *waries and pouts at Cat* Aww.
Lyri pokes. "Any more questions?
Pyrene nods. Pyrene only goes proddy right before Cadge goes up and (last time at least) she just went all mellow--until she realised what was happening.
Thesy winks at Sor and R'ave. Riders of male dragons lead a dangerous life up here. :>
Catiminith flutters at Sora. If it makes you feel better, I'll have Len throw things at anyone she'd like to throw things at. ::nahps at Lyri.:: None from me.
R'ave walks on the wild side. Muahahah.
Lyri says, "Remember, the WLM staff are always here to help you, even after you graduate. So are the staffers. If you have problems or questions, don't hesitate to come to us. "
Sora echoes R'ave. The wild side of what? ;) *beams at Thesy*
Catiminith pounces R'ave appropriately.
R'gis on the other hand is very flirty before, nervous during and if any rider besides Thesy or Kh'et is beside him when he wakes up next moring, he hides in his weyr for days, hoping people will forget.
Sora confuses herself at Cat. Right. o.o
R'gis sighs. Sorry, takes a bit to type...
R'ave isn't /that/ wild Cati. No species-crossing for me. :) Um. Whatever side is availible?
Catiminith sniffles at R'ave. Aaw.
Catiminith also flutters at Sora. N'mind. ;)
Sora takes the right side, then. *beam*
Lyri snugs all. "So, that's about it for me." *pokes the others* Anything I missed or that you 'lings would like to know?
You say, "Nein, danke."
Catiminith dittos G'deon.
Sora echoes Gid 'n' Catlet.
R'ave nope-nope-echoes.
Lyri goes then. Thanks you all, you were great.
R'gis didn't do much but stand here....Welcome anyway.
Catiminith's ego inflates. I'm always great. ;D
Pyrene goes too. Good job Lyri.
Pyrene runs the gauntlet of slippery hide and jagged limbs to find a place between Cadgwith's rocky neckridges.
Cadgwith goes home.
Thesy grins at Rage. But you look cute standing there like that? *hugs Lyri* Well done ....
R'gis waves and heads. Night. *blushes* Thanks sweets.
R'gis strolls in an unconsciously seductive manner to the Bowl.
R'ave leers appropriately. To the baths?
Thesy gingerly steps on an obligingly raised foreleg and after a fast ascent settles between Sardrinth's stardusted neckridges.
Sardrinth goes home.
Catiminith leers back. My player'll be there. Since.. I'm a bit big. Too bad for me and my big blue butt.
Sora beams at Cati. Yes-you-Are. And nodnods atta R'ave. Yesh-shir.
R'ave snerks. You know what I mean.
The desert-red dune of Soquilith's shoulder inclines, a foreleg providing R'ave secure support.
Sora pats Cati-butt and moves there. ;)
Soquilith caracoles indolently to the Bowl.
Sora walks out.
Catiminith ambles jauntily with a flash of dawn-like hues to the Bowl.