Branwyth’s First Flight – The Human Perspective

 

Branwyth

Triskells of misty green ensnare her headknobs, tattooing mystic power into every line of this dragon's charismatic frame and scribing spirals of stillwater blue across the solidity of solemn oak. She's as lithe and sleek as smoke, this witch of the woods, with the burning strength of incense imbuing her slender limbs with sensuous and seductive curves. Zeal radiates from the glossy mistletoe that spikes her 'ridges and 'spars, while nightshade saves its dark venom for the crescents of dagger-sharp talons. But that poison is drawn by the pristinity of 'sails as white as a virgin snowfall; drawn by the soul-deep mystery that revels her dark-shadowed eyes.

 

Worn with enormous pride around Branwyth's neck are a set of brand new riding straps. A deep shine alerts the observer immediately to the meticulously oiled leather, which is deepest royal blue, embossed painstakingly with a design of twisting vines of glossy ebony, the colours of High Reaches Weyr. Light glints off the highly polished surface of the silver buckles which keep the straps fitted snugly against the green hide, and yet allow for further growth.

 

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.

 

 Brown Revnath, blue Lainnoth, brown Fallanth, green Kelitath, green Zoryanth, green Miravith, brown Pilloeth, and blue Mzadith are here.

 

 

 

 

** Sasha just set the @party!  Type @party to check it out! **

 

Hey all you loverly blue brown and bronze draggies! Delicious Green Branwyth is about to fly so bring your riders along to High Reaches....Sasha will be in the Living Caverns, and later the Ground Weyrs, and hopefully Bran will go up about 5:30pm Moo time. Addcom ms=Mistletoe to get on the flight channel.

 

  -- entered by Sasha on 2001-02-26 17:02 MOO Time. (8 seconds)

 

 

You slide with great care over Branwyth's neck and down one obligingly extended forearm, until you reach the ground.

 

You go to the Living Caverns.

 

Living Caverns (#392)

 

The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.

 

Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-one firelizards.

 

 

Liuea, Aeuil, and Cayl are here.

 

Obvious exits:

 

Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

 

Branwyth> Sasha strides confidently to the Caverns.

 

Aeuil has disconnected.

 

Aeuil falls asleep.

 

Sasha paces in looking a little agitated. "Get me klah...now!!!!"

 

Liuea has disconnected.

 

Liuea falls asleep.

 

Cocoa blinks in from ::between::!

 

Cinny arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

 

 

A prowling swagger gives away the entering brownrider's identity even before he lifts his head from an intent study of the ground to glance toward a familar voice, smile already in place. Ah. Sasha's here.. which means it's showtime for N'sync. "Sasha, love," he purrs, hips swinging as he makes his way toward the greenrider. "Surely something a bit stronger than.. klah.. would be nice?" Oh yes. Wine and Sasha make a /very/ nice pair.

 

Jazin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

 

Branwyth> Dsalth watches with interest as P'rru descends carefully

 

Branwyth> S'nor walks in.

 

Jazin exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

 

S'nor walks in from the Central Bowl.

 

P'rru clips in from the Central Bowl.

 

Pyrene waddles in looking sulky. N'sync and the proddy Sasha do not lighten her mood. "Oh, dear Faranth, it's not now is it?" she wonders despairingly to the air. She either refers to her baby or Branwyth's flight. Most likely Branwyth's flight.

 

The housekeeper arrives to cart Aeuil off to bed.

 

The housekeeper arrives to cart Liuea off to bed.

 

Sasha shoots a dangerous glance at N'sync...." Oh...its you...." she turns and ignores him, pouring the klah defiantly into her mug. Then, pacing agitatedly she twitchily glances at the people arriving in the room, and notices their eyes on her..."What?" she almost yells.

 

S'nor limps in to the room, and heads towards the klah pots, mug is un-clipped from his belt and filled with the steaming liquid, a sip is taken as he turns to finally survey the room, a nod is offered to Sasha and P'rru as he limps off to find himself a comfortable place to set....

 

 

Cocoa exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

 

 

Pyrene will take that as a 'Yes'. "Want some brandy in your klah, dear?" she recommends. "It's a nice touch..."

 

Aztek winks in from ::between::, a harsh sun of bronze spreading below him.

 

Cayl calls to Aztek, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

 

P'rru is oblivious to it all, of course, well maybe he's in majorest denial. "S'nor!" he rings out, patting up after the brownrider "How's Pilloeth?" usual scintilatting conversation from his corner as per usual.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth watches his rider limp away to the LC and turns look for a nice place to plop down, his eyes fall upon Branwyth and he snakes his tail out to tap her playfully...

 

Cinny cavorts merrily in, looking typically cheerful and congenial and all those other chipper-like things. Dangling from one hand is the muddied, lime green runner-stuffie, whilst the other is used to wave at all the occupants of the room. "S'nor! Sasha! P'rru! Other people! Hiyas!"

 

 

MoniqueBean glides in from the Central Bowl.

 

Kyrayna walks in from the Central Bowl.

 

N'sync may be oblivious to many things - like the cliches his pickup lines are peppered with - but he's /not/ oblivious to Sasha. Oh no... A hand loops out to grab up a wineskin from somewhere - never hurts to have backup. "Don't shout, Sashlove," he scolds lightly, blurring name and endearment into one warped word. "It'll ruin your voice. Here. Have some wine." Wine is /good/.

 

Branwyth> Dsalth paces behind a glowy green, what was her name? Ah Branwyth...eyes flicker as he settles, throat pulsating with an odd purr-rumble. But he's not all eyes for her- Pilloeth is regarded with a vague musty snort.

 

Chili Pepper blinks in from ::between::!

 

 

Kyrayna calls to Chili Pepper, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

 

 

Branwyth> Backstreeth lifts his head, eyes whirling at a slow, relaxed pace. He's not anxious yet.. it's not showtime. And this is one brown who doesn't get stage fright.. he /thrives/ on the limelight.

 

Pyrene wrinkles her nose at Cinny. An overenthusiastic child to add to the proddy rider. Just lovely. Kyrayna doesn't look to be on the mature side either. She'd lament, but that would draw attention to herself so she settles for watching from the sidelines and muttering to all those within earshot: "Just keep quiet... lie low until it passes..."

 

S'nor nods to P'rru, "Pilloeth's doing quite well.." he responds with a smile, "And how are you and Dsalth doing?" he inquires polietly as he oozes in to his seat and takes a sip of his klah...

 

 

Cayl strides quietly into the living caverns, though quite a bit of that weariness from her pre-impression days is apparent.  Her skin's scratched raw and her eyes are wildly wandering.  Not to mention her tooth still hurts.  And there's a crowd and it's not even dinner.  Whimper.  The bluerider walks towards the foodtables, giving a few 'waves' and 'hellos' to those she passes.

 

 

Branwyth> Branwyth glows like flourescent mist and swishes her tail in an increasingly agitated manner.

 

 

Kyrayna walks out.

 

 

P'rru let's realisation hit him and folds jaggedly into the chair next to S'nor. "Oh he's telling me to prepare to be proud, he's about to chase Branwyth" sigh. "It's not exactly fair, we've dicuseed it...he's too old to chase these young ones..." murmer. The old coot isn't a fan of proddiness at all, already his cheeks creep with scarlet. If he doesn't look at Sasha her proddiness won't exist? Right?

 

 

S'nor nods to P'rru in complete understanding, "Same with Pilloeth.." he comments as he sighs in to his klah mug, "He may still be young, but he think's I've still got the energy I had in my youth too!" he chuckles lightly and shrugs, "Oh Well.. Might as well prepare for the enevitable...

 

 

Cinny ignores the proddy-type quite well, really. A wiggle of fingers is directed to Cayl as she appears in the caverns, accompanied by a sickeningly-sweet greeting, "'Lo!" Scampering up to the foodtables, the weyrbrat ponders on what items to snatch up first. Meatroll, maybe? Sandwich? Or just skip the main course and head straight to some cookies or ice cream?

 

 

Sasha swigs the klah and just paces...and paces.....something is definitely up!Her eyes flash around at the riders assembling in the living caverns, half lustfully half afraid.

 

 

P'rru pulls out a hipflask. What? Didn't know he bought the hard stuff at the gather? Only for flight moments...ahem. Brownrider takes a swig, a lingering swallow and holds the flask out for S'nor. "And he refused to let me hide in my weyr this time...." bossy boots bag of bones. Sasha finally receives a glimpse, shells he's way to old for this.

 

Kezzra walks with a light step, in from the Central Bowl.

 

P'rru (#20871)

 

An age has seemed to sweep his face, those lines of scaring and ruggedness so attractive in his youth now just signal the passage of time. Inherent wiley strength is noticeable in the stringy'ed muscles of his arms and legs, broad back and vaulted chest. His 6ft height is reduced in obviousness by his unconscious slouching, shoulders rolled forward combined with a loping step. His features, chiseled from a rock now weathering away include a narrow nose that drives from between spikey eyebrows and hazel eyes, almost out of place in their brightness perhaps a window to his usual guarded self. Cheeks are sallow, his complexion pale, suprisingly plump lips drawn into a determined line. Light brown hair is efficiently cut short to fit under a riding cap, peppered with greying flecks- a testament to time.

 

Practical, sensible leathers ensconce his form. Stained a deep, rich mahogany, the classic cut of the trousers and jacket make him seem at least a little elegant. If not just fastidiously neat. Coupled with a well-worn riding jacket, scuffed at the elbows and collar, P'rru dresses for practicality if nothing else.  Diesel gracelessly hangs, one claw gripping onto a shirtsleeve while the other is knotted in P'rru's hair.  Awkwardly finding a foothold, Ripper drapes around P'rru's shoulder.

 

A double cord of ebon black and navy blue twist into a single loop with a long tail, silver threaded within it. Purr is a wingsecond of Mudslide, and proud of it, an even ribbon of chesnut brown winding through it to represent the 'bag of bones' lifemate.

 

He is awake and looks alert.

 

P'rru is 42 Turns, 7 months, and 2 days old.

 

S'nor (#11928)

 

Some may worry about the constantly sleepy look on this riders haggard face as he goes about his daily business. His sleepy appearance gives insight into the constant love and attention that his brown life-mate, Pilloeth, receives. On some rare occasions you might actually catch this rider fully awake, but that's only after several pots of klah and, even more helpful, a stimulating conversation with one of his friends from around the weyr. You would almost think he was born out of the same egg as his dragon. For his close cropped hair is the exact same shade of rustic brown as his dear life-mates hide. Only a few gray hairs creep in amongst the others. His face has recently been shaven, all except for a well kept mustache that he only shaves periodically. For all his sleepiness his deep brown eyes sparkle with intelligence leading you to think, though he may appear asleep, he does catch what's going on around him.

 

 

 

S'nor wears the knot of a High Reaches Wingrider.

 

He is awake and looks alert.

 

Carrying:

 

 Soft Brown Firelizard                   Generic Changable Wearable

 

 Generic TimeShowing Candle            

 

S'nor is 47 Turns, 10 months, and 12 days old.

 

 

N'sync stalks after Sasha, shadowing her every move in either anticipation or hopefullness.. or maybe both. "Dearheart," he begins, voice moving into that meant-to-be-musical tone as he attempts to persuade. "You look tense. Come on over and let me pour you some wine..."

 

 

Pyrene settles back into a chair and sighs. "Somebody spike her drink?" she hisses hopefully. "Calm the girl down. Bran's not even started blooding yet--at this rate she'll wear herself out before she gets off the ground."

 

 

S'nor pats P'rru on the shoulder, "You'll get used to it," he comments with a smile as he throws Sasha a lingering glance, then turns back to P'rru and accepts the flask, "Thanx," he murmmers as he takes along swig, "That might help a bit," he smiles as he hands it back to  P'rru...

 

 

Sasha pointedly ignores N'sync...thats territory she does not want to dig up especially the way she is feeling at the moment....with a sudden nervous decision, she pours herself another klah from the hearth and holding it out to P'rru and nervously asks, "Could you drop some of that in here please? I feel kinda wierd... and it might help..."

 

Cinny spots Pyrene -- just as she happens to finish scooping a bowl of ice cream -- and promptly marches over to the goldrider. "I 'member you. When I first arrived, your dragon.. Cad... Cadg.. um, your dragon was about to clutch." Not the traditional greeting, but it will suffice.

 

 

Pup blinks in from ::between::!

 

P'rru nods nervously. "Aye lass" he says in husky baritone. "Of course" and a healthy dose is sloshed into the proddy ones mug. "Cayl? You want some aswell?" seems it's drinks all round.

 

Pyrene eyes the girl. She's got fairly good at discerning between brats. The knack is to remember the scar patterns.... "Oh, you were with P'rru and complaining about blueriders?" Smart girl. "Yes I remember you... and so does Cadge. What're you doing out with proddy riders?" Tsk.

 

N'sync isn't going to make it easy to ignore him.. he'll seep into every aspect of life until you don't even know it's him. Or at least, every aspect of the caverns. He still shadows Sasha, hot on her heels as he takes up a place near P'rru, who's eyed with nervous jealousness before his shoulders straighten. He's N'sync. He can take on these other boys.. er, 'riders. His own skin is lifted in suggestion. "Just go ahead and take a swig of mine, sweetheart," he suggests. He's persistant, at least.

 

Cayl goes home.

 

 

The swig from the flask seems to help S'nor relax a bit as he sits back and sips on his klah, a more pointed look is given to Sasha and a smile forms on his face as he turns his eyes away from her, briefly to fall upon N'sync and then sweep around the room to see who else's gathered...

 

Boy? P'rru would easily give his spot to S'nor or Cayl...but not N'sync. He's the /boy/. "Pity it's always Dsalth hormones that seem to win..." he grumbles into another swig.

 

Whimper. Cinny's innocent, honest! "I just came to get some lunch. But I decided I didn't want a sandwich or nothin', so I just got this instead," she informs Pyrene with a granduer smile, brandishing the bowl of ice cream proudly. "I can get you some, if ya want. And I would get Sasha some, but she looks.. busy?" To confirm her remark, chestnut orbs drift greenrider-wards; yep, definately busy on that side of the caverns.

 

Precious blinks in from ::between::!

 

Pyrene peers across at Sasha and concurs. "I'll have some ice cream thanks," she says brightly. She adores being waited on, and it's so hard for her to get up right now.

 

Sasha's eyes are flashing furtively backwards and forwards between the men in the room, the women given the occasional twitchy smile, but largely ignored. after a large gulp of the spirit-laced klah, she strides over to a chair...and sits down...and stands up again....and then goes to a different chair..lingers for a second and then without warning nips over to where N'sync is standing and hooks the wineskin out of his hands. settin her mug down she takes more than a swig and then dumps it unceremoniously at his feet. wiping her face with the back of her hand she raises a brow. "Very satisfying! ....Unlike some things I could mention....." she smirks, before turning on her heel to contemplate a different chair.

 

 

 

Kezzra happens to wander in on this cavern scene, being at the weyr for some craft thing or another. It's not like she knows what's going on, is it. Smile is flashed to P'rru, him being the only one she happens to actually know.

 

 

Cinny doesn't necessarily enjoy waiting on people, but she offered so it's too late to back out now. Besides, weyrwoman with gold dragons can be scary.. especially pregnant ones, she supposes. "'Kay, I'll get ya some." A fleeting smile is flashed as Zai's sister skips to the tables to fetch Pyrene's ice cream.

 

S'nor finishes his mug of klah and stands, eyeing Sasha as he works his way over to the klah mugs for a refill, he quirks an eyebrow at her antics but doesn't question it.. She's got proddyness to deal with afterall.. Proddy females are like that... he returns to plop down in his seat, throwing a glance at P'rru with a little smile as he shrugs....

 

 

<Local> Branwyth senses that Mzadith's mind twirls with faint wisps of azure and a smoky plumb as he speaks towards Branwyth.  << Ah, Branwyth, your shadow is looking well today. >> Of high compliments, are we?

 

P'rru begins to huff, and twist and shift. And it only increases in tempo as Kezzra is spotted and the old man brown sinks lower into his chair. "Kezzra...your here" shells, he's never going to forgive the bag of bones for liking those glowy greeny things. "Not exactl my finest candlemark" he mutters to himself, sending S'nor one of those can't-pilloeth-just-eat-dsalth-and-save-me looks. Ignore Sasha and she'll go away...right? right?

 

N'sync's eyes narrow just the /tiniest/ bit, though that winning smile is still fixed in place. Turns of practice, you know. His hand loops out, reaching in an attempt to reclaim the 'skin, and perhaps the greenrider that goes with it. "Come now, Sashlove," he purrs. "Let's not get nasty... you know what wine does to you. Don't drive yourself crazy."

 

Pyrene had no idea Cinny was Zai's sister. Well, really, she still doesn't since the girl hasn't introduced herself as such, but she can see she must be a child of good breeding. "Thank-you!" she calls after her, flicking a glance at Sasha to try and gauge the proceedings.

 

 

Kezzra rolls her eyes as she steps over closer to where P'rru is seated. "No. Really P'rru? How nice of you to notice." she teases lightly. So what's his problem today?

 

Dante blinks in from ::between::!

 

Dante exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

 

 

Problem? Think a horny dragon and a stuffy rider. Think of bossy dragon who won't let his rider hide for once. Blame Alymath, she suggested that. "Dsalth is...." Purr breathes out, letting his eyes focus on the starcrafter "well he's going to chase Branwyth apparently...and I have no say in the matter" Proddy Sasha is motioned at with vague fingertips. And then, brownrider coughs "Shells, he's going after her" and chin is promptly delivered into his palms.

 

 

Cinny returns to Pyrene's side with a generously filled bowl of ice cream. "That enough?" Or too much, even. Then she'll get some extra. Curiously, the weyrbrat takes a peek at the happenings of Sasha and N'sync.

 

All of a sudden, head jolts upwards and eyes become slightly glazed. Sasha is like a woman possessed. Swinging away from the chairs she scoops up a meatroll from the table by the hearth and tears into it with her teeth. "Something's happening" she mutters suddenly and without another word stalks outside, grabbing a nearby wineskin as she goes....

 

S'nor doubts P'rru's ignoring Sasha will make her go away.. Trust me.. S'nor's tried that himself.. Doesn't work.. But he's not too worried about this flight.. After all Pilloeth'll do all the work.. S'nor just has to sit and be a good boy and drink his klah right? A sip is taken of his fresh klah as he allows his gaze to float over to Sasha for a few longer moments..

 

 

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.

 

Central Bowl (#3812)

 

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 summer noon. 

 

 

 

Celta> N'sync is prepared, and he, too, grabs up another 'skin to follow with a delighted grin.

 

 

S'nor steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

 

Hyde steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

P'rru steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

 

Open sky is exchanged for protecting stone.

 

Ground Weyrs (#2361)

 

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 summer noon. 

 

Settled on rough-hewn ledge are Bow-Wow, Urja, Wyrre, Slipper, Bambi, and Shazam.

 

 

S'nor comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

 

P'rru comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

 

 

 

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

 

 

You think to Branwyth, >> Bran? Are you OK? <<

 

A brief pause in the doorway so the light can fall just right, and N'sync lives up his few seconds in the spotlight. Then, of course, he's slinking toward Sasha again, eyes glowing in anticipation. "It's almost showtime, love," he draws with a grin. "You'd not suffering from stagefright, are you?"

 

 

Branwyth thinks to you, << Fly... I must fly... leave these boys far behind me. >>

 

P'rru resumes pacing, back and forth, clipped steps turned into a more scuffing lope. He's not faring well, face bright red and hands nervously washing together. "This is why I hide in my weyr" he tells S'nor, letting a slight grimace wend onto plump lips. And pacing veers subconsciously nearer to Sasha. Blame the lughead. Purr does.

 

 

S'nor offers a comforting smile for P'rru, he knows what he's going through, S'nor just goes with the flow.. Look he hasn't even lost his klah mug, he takes a sip out of the mug and sighs, "Empty," he mutters to himself as he finds somewhere for it to disappear to for the moment..

 

Sasha looks around the wyers and seeing a pile of comfortable looking furs, she saunters over and sits in the very centre, her knees drawn up to her chest, aware of being the centre of attention...and secretly enjoying it. " Um...there's wine here if anyone wants some," she murmurs. Suddenly the haunted look on her face is replaced with one of a lusty smile filled with power...her dragon is hunting.....

 

 

P'rru edges towards the wine and then remebers good ol hipflask is still half ful. So he reaches with shakey fingers and pushes the mouth to pursed lips. "I should be used to it...23 turns almost...." pace pace- he'll start making a trench in the floor in a moment.

 

S'nor nods to Sasha with a smile, though he doesn't make a move to get any wine.. Not yet anyway.. That's for later.. /After/ the flight, his attention is briefly attracted from Sasha at P'rru's comment, he nods in agreement as he limps in Sasha's directon to find himself a comfy place to rest for a few moments...

 

N'sync isn't shy about claiming his rightful place, and he drops to the furs near Sasha, moving with sure, swaggering movements. "You're tearin' up my heart, love," he murmurs as he slides a bit closer. "Offering my wine to everyone else. Save it for /me/." Cause it's gonna be him.

 

P'rru seems to be the only one on his feet and runs the same course as before. "How can you possibly be so relaxed, S'nor, it's just not right....he thinks he'll win...N'sync your brown boy is much younger than mine...'salth will run himself ragged trying to keep the pace..." ok he's in denial here and the mutterings are more directed to himself as hazel eyes drift between that hazey faraway look to the here-and-now. Dragons suck!

 

S'nor chuckles lightly over at P'rru as he relaxes with a smile, "Ohh.. It's not as bad as you're making it out to be," he comments to P'rru as he streaches, mimicing his dragon, bones snapping and popping as he does so, "I just let Pilloeth have his fun and be done with it, you know Dsalth'd be harder to deal with if you didn't let him fly then if he doesn't catch her," he comments from experience...

 

Sasha is very aware of the close proximity of the men in the room and  hugs her knees closer to her, her eyes downcast, but occasionally flicking up to glance at each in turn. She shivers again...its cold inthe caverns and her klah was finished ages ago. Seeing the wineskin she reaches out for it and takes a swig. somehow dragging herself away from the feel of Branwyth's mind, she remembers her manners and offers the wineskin around, leaving N'sync last. "Age before beauty!" she snerks at him, her eyes flashing wickedly.

 

 

R'ave comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

 

"Not to worry, darling," N'sync drawls slowly, a smug smile lifting the corners of his lips. "I can wait... all things in time." He takes the wine skin in his turn, lifting it for a slow swallow before reaching to offer it to the greenrider, though he retains his tight grip. "There are always encores..."

 

 

R'ave drifts into the ground weyrs, expression serene and subtly sensual, damson eyes flickering as he strays just steps beyond the entryway.

 

 

Sasha stiffens suddenly....barely acknowledging R'ave's entrance....

 

 

P'rru crumples onto the floor, his back sliding down the closest wall, chin dropped into awaiting palms. Eyes lift and...what's that? He /leers/ at Sasha for a moment before red turns redder and he mumbles something apologetically. Now where did that come from?

 

 

S'nor holds up a hand to politely refuse the wineskin, "I've already had my share," he offers by way of explination, his eyes alighting on Sasha, and lingering for a long moment.. Plus he's got his own wine.. He's just saveing it for the right moment...

 

 

You notice P'rru looking at you.

 

R'ave seems aloof to wine -- intoxicants are not needed, the inebriation of his lifemate seems enough to qualm stress. Sasha is merely watched, leers aren't common, and his mouth is barely kinked into a smile. A few glances tilt wryly toward the others, though his arms intersect over his stomach, and he remains many feet from them.

 

 

Sasha stretches out subconsciously mimicking the elegant flight of her lifemate. Her back arches and she is totally revelling in the experience of being at one with her beloved Branwyth. suddenly a joyous laugh escapes her lips, as a feeling more intoxicating than finest Benden wine washes over her. eyes are no longer shy as she gazes candidly into the eyes of each male rider in turn...and wondering.....

 

 

 

N'sync's eyes are glowing now.. the opening act is taking stage, and his veins are beginning to pump pre-show adrenaline. No stage fright, however.. soon. /His/ role in the show is soon. "Sasha, dearheart," he purrs, sliding a bit closer - he'll get as close as she lets him, wine or now wine. Dragon or no dragon. And the time is ripe for an overused line... "I just wanna be with you..."

 

 

S'nor's eyes turn to Sasha, then they go vague as he's swept up with his lifemate, that green's tail the only thing on his mind now as he becomes singleminded.. If he wasn't so already that is.. ;)

 

R'ave remains detached, isolating himself. He needs no physical contact -- the urge can wait until there's certain need to fulfill. He doesn't glow -- he smolders, burning orchid eyes narrowed as his mouth twists into a faint, reverential smile.

 

P'rru sighs and swigs again, flask almost empty. "Won't be long, won't be long..." till he can hobble back to his own weyr and calm right down. S'nor gets another glance, perhaps more to just see how the man can cope so well before gaze reverts to his hands. How...interesting. But the languid greenrider is foremost in his mind.

 

Sasha's eyes, heavily sensual, close, her mind flying with her dragon. a soft "Mmmmmmmmmm" is murmured as the clouds seem to slip effortlessly past her body, unconsciously writhing and twisting with each move Branwyth  makes.

 

 

P'rru jerks with Dsalth's fall. Head almost grazing the wall that supports him, fingers scracth at stubbled chin as his eyes finally open to focus on Sasha. Looks she's got wings....err maybe not, his mind not here though not away, between a great lughead's vision and his own. "Shells..."

 

S'nor's mind is yanked back to him as Sasha lets out the 'Mmmm' sound, his eyes focuse upon her, the smile on his lips brightening as his eyes twinkle as he's once again caught in his dragon's quest for the tail..

 

R'ave exhales sharply, pleasure apparent -- this is when he is comfortable. His lack of nervousness might cause carelessness, if he was ever lax. Instead, he begins to wander, wonder and marvel, toward the greenrider, amethyst gaze glowing with raving intensity.

 

"You've got the voice of a harper," N'sync murmurs, lifting an arm in an attempt to sneak it across Sasha's shoulders. Is it ethical to steal a kiss while she's in this state? Does N'sync care? He didn't seem to when wine was the cause.. "I'll be good for you, sweetheart. I'd never break your heart..." Whatever lines work, the brownrider's willing to try, whether she's in a state to listen or not. You never know when they'll come in handy.

 

Leer. Leer. Leeeeer. Not himself anymore, Purr has become the thing of nightmares- Dsal-Purr! And so hazel eyes fix with a suprising clarity on the greenrider, age not a barrier when the blood boils with draconic sized hormones. Little seen, a flight-P'rru is, and he sneers at N'sync for good measure.

 

 

S'nor's eyes flash from Sasha to P'rru.. Perhaps P'rru was right when he said that him and Dsalth were too old to be here.. Next time he won't be so willing to add to his competition, he returns his eyes to Sasha, but not before glareing at N'sync.. But only a smile is offered to Sasha as he scoots slightly closer to her just as Pilloeth attempts to gain on the green's tail..

 

Sasha would have probably come up with some bitterly caustic comment at N'sync's blatant flattery, but is far to far gone, swept up in the thermals of Branwyth's heightened hormonally charged emotions. With almost a lustful snarl, her eyes dart open and she looks with distain at her suitors....only one of them will do....Bran-Sash throws back her head and laughs evilly. She Knows!!!!

 

R'ave twitches very slightly, glimmering eyes watery with fervor. Though silence is never broken, and no unfavorable actions come from his corner, his wordless passion is nigh matched with his lifemate's.

 

N'sync knows, too. At least, he'd like to think he does, and P'rru's sneer is met with only a self-sure smirk. He's loved. And he knows it. It /is/ gonna be him. "That's it, dearest," he growls, voice dipping lower to clash with the endearment of his words. "I want it that way, too." Somewhere in the midst, wine-skin is forgotten and dropped to the pile of furs, though some bit of self-restraint keeps N'sync at bay until it's /truly/ showtime. Until the roar of the crowds and the twining of dragons give him his cue.

 

You paged S'nor with: Sasha pages, "Pilloeth won.:) Congrats!"

 

P'rru finally let's out a long ragged sigh. "Dsalth" he grumbles in a dangerous tone. And then makes a haphazard exit. He can't stay, just can't... so with a complexion of bright scarlet he pulls himself up and hunkers out.

 

R'ave continues soaring long after Branwyth twines with Pilloeth, unconscious of his loss. For a awhile, as it his. Ah. Down... seems like good idea.

 

R'ave blanches slightly, the trance broken. Blink. That's Sasha.. and.. and. Bye.

 

R'ave leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

 

Sasha's body still in thrall, stiffens and then slumps....lucky that S'nor is there to catch her really, when you think about it....

 

P'rru leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

 

S'nor's mind is thrown back to his own body as Pilloeth catches the tail he's been after.. And a little more he didn't expect, his arms catch Sasha and act on their own accord, pulling Sasha close to him, picking her easily up in her arms to escape the remaining males.. Yep..

 

N'sync's expression loses the ever-present grin, twisting instead into a scowl. Well. There are others who will swoon for the brownrider.. he just needs to go find one.

 

N’sync leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

 

Sasha arches a wicked eyebrow as N'sync makes his way out of the caverns. "That one is so up himself, its amazing he can see over his pelvis!" she smirks, snuggling happily into S'nor's arms.

 

S'nor glances over his shoulder towards N'sync as he leaves and nods in agreement with Sasha, "He'll mellow out shortly," he says, not really sure of that himself, but he's not worried about the rookie at this moment..

 

Sasha looks up at S'nor with an amused expression painted on her face, and shakes her head slightly..."Nah...its never going to happen....he thinks he's Faranth's gift to women and I can tell you now he's far from that!

 

S'nor chuckles lightly, "He does give off that air," he agrees as he gathers Sasha in to his arms to carry her away to the inner weyr, it's his turn to commence with the lesson teaching...

 

A Selection of Logs from Sasha's Past