Branwyth’s Fourth Flight

 

Branwyth> Sasha slips silently to the Caverns.

 

Branwyth> Trydanth flies in from above the lake (really), coming to a mostly graceful landing in the middle of the bowl. D'renn thuds down from his dragon's side, and sulks his way into the living caverns.

 

D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.

 

Branwyth> Mneoth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

 

Branwyth> Mneoth crouches low, a sigh escaping his lungs, to allow Khena to shift to the ground.

 

Khena treks in from the Central Bowl.

 

Sasha strides across the living caverns, almost gets to the doorway leading further into the weyr, and then she stops. Striding back again to the door she stops again...Glancing around she heads towards the klah and then seeing people she recognises, she smiles a little tightly, before taking a deep swig of klah.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth shuffles over to find himself a patch of sun through the fog, he snorts, trying to blow the fog out of his way and to clear himself just a /bit/ of warm sunny area...

 

S'nor spots Sasha and offers her a slight smile and a wave as he slides in to a table with his plate and klah, "Care to join me?" he calls an offer to Sasha, as he turns his attention to his meal and klah...

 

Klah klah klah. It's D'renn's goal as well. "Lo, Sasha. Branwyth's looking well," he greets his wingmate, having got himself a mug of the brown stuff, and headed towards her. But ooops, no, Sasha's going to possibly be occupied....

 

Khena tugs off gloves and helmet as she enters the cavern, a slight groan escaping her lips as she moves slowly to the hearth to pour herself a large mug of klah. "Shoulda never gotten into the ale last night," she mutters to herself, sliding into the nearest chair to sip her beverage slowly and carefully as she glances around the room, trying not to /see/ any of what's going on.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth rests in the centre of the bowl, still and quiet as if listening to some exotic music that only she can hear. No more the teasing presence of the past few days, no more the intent but subtle glances at passing males. No, some strange force has taken control of her now, as she sits as one in a trance, the only movement the glimmer of light across a hide gleaming with a faint ethereal light.

 

Sasha's head darts up at the sound of her weyrmate's voice and she begins to make her way towards him. Grinning at D'renn on her way she murmurs. "Too well if you ask me..." a quirked brow illustrates her short answer quite adequately as she slurps her drink again and then slides into a seat near S'nor. "Hey," she greets him quietly.

 

Ariane greets Cove with a chirp, soaring excitedly around the Cavern.

 

Kiyone groans and tries to pick up the pieces of meat as quickly as they come splatting out onto the table. "Oh leave off...Karu...that is enough." Seeing this is getting her nowhere she drops the bowl with a clank on the table and walks to get a cup of Klah.

 

Squaln arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

 

Dante helpfully starts consuming some of the meat that's fallen off the table.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth croons happily as he finds a fleeting patch of sun and slumps down happily, a glance it thrown over towards Branwyth as he croons worriedly, she's just not herself.. No threats to him, no flicking of the tail.. Nothing.. It's just not normal..

 

D'renn plonks himself down near Khena instead. "How's things?" he asks the weyrling, plonking his boots onto the bench opposite and leaning back precariously in his chair.

 

Branwyth> Trydanth watches and listens, the copper highlighting on his neck ridges seeming to glow in Branwyth's soft light.

 

Meilin smiles as she takes the cup from Kiyone, "Thank you, Kiyone." She walks back with Kiyone and takes a sip of the klah.

 

 

S'nor washes down his sweetroll with a large gulp of steaming klah and smiles, "Want a sweetroll?" he inquires sliding the plate a little closer towards Sasha, "They're really good today," he notes as he glances up around the caverns at the morning crowd..

 

Kiyone whispers to Meilin, "wow there are a lot of dragonriders here today...more that I have seen in a long time."

 

Sasha hunches down in her seat and just stares into the bottom of her klah mug. She twitches and fidgets and can't seem to get comfortable. One hand strays to her braid and twiddles and fiddles annoyingly with it, and then her eyes flick up to S'nor's. "Not hungry...thanks all the same though...could do with something else to drink though..."

 

Khena blinks as D'renn suddenly enters her field of vision, taking a moment before she recognizes who it is. "Oh.. D'renn. We're fine, just fine, thanks," she says, lifting her mug slowly to take a careful sip of the steaming klah. Let's not mention that she's hungover, since that's plain to see for any observant watcher.

 

Squaln chews his thumb nail as he enters the living caverns, blue eyes scanning the scene for anyone he's acquainted with.  Hmm.  Well, he spots his former candidate friend Khena.. Wave!  Then he spots a few riders he knows; then there's some unfamiliar faces as well.  Clicking his tongue ring against his teeth, the lad shuffles in to pour himself a mug of klah.  Wavewave to all.

 

S'nor stands up and offers a hand towards Sasha for her mug, "What would you like? More klah?" he inquires as he waits for her answer and her mug...

 

D'renn dips his head at Squaln, vaguely recognising the lad. "Been celebrating something?" he asks Khena archly, drinking back klah in perfect sobriety.

 

Meilin nods her head and whispers back, "I know." She sits beside Kiyone and starts to pick up some of the discarded meat and put it in a pile. She takes another small sip of klah.

 

Dante twirbles. All this confusion is too much for his little flit brain...Cheeping reluctant goodbyes to everyflit, especially pretty Karu, he ::betweens:: back to humanpet, peace and quiet.

 

Dante disappears ::between:: in a fiery flash!

 

"Well.. Not exactly celebrating," Khena notes, pausing for a moment for another sip of klah as she manages a grin to the bluerider over the rim of her mug. "I just had a very good friend visiting last night.."

 

Sasha just frowns.." I don't know what I want. " she scowls. "I mean...its too early for wine..but I feel like a huge great pitcher of the stuff at the moment." she stands up for a moment and then thinks better of it and sits down again...

 

Boots klunking on the floor, Squaln grabs his mug of klah and slips into a seat near by.  D'renn is given the normal SqualySmile.  Sipping the hot contents, the lad nods to everyone else and relaxes.  Ahh.

 

S'nor smiles and lightly rests a hand on Sasha's shoulder for a moment, "It's never too early for wine dear," He says as he goes to retrieve a nice skin of wine, and some bigger glasses for the both of them, returning he fills both glasses full and hands Sasha hers,

"There you go... That better?" he inquires as he slides back in to his seat..

 

Branwyth> Mneoth stretches slowly, quiet studious gaze moving about the bowl and finally settling on Branwyth. He offers the green a softly curious croon, but then simply settles on his back haunches.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth imperceptibly shifts from stillness into a slowly rippling sway, still immersed in whatever unearthly music floats through her mind. Eyes are half lidded, and whirl a clear blue, no thoughts of blood or lust or flight yet intruding into the peaceful stillness.

 

Sasha looks gratefully at S'nor and takes the wine. "I just feel so ...odd...today. I don't know what to do with myself...." she takes a deep slurp at the wine and exhales a sigh. " What I need is...Oh I don't know...I need something..." she flounders her eyes glowering dark and yet within them green fire slowly building.

 

Branwyth> Trydanth stretches out one forepaw in Branwyth's direction, a long long distance yet from touching the green, though his intention is clear.

 

 

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S'nor smiles and nods, "Yea, I know that feeling," he comments to Sasha as he takes a long gulp of his wine, "Ah, now that hits the spot, maybe I should have wine in the morning instead of klah," He ponders with a smile as he snags another sweetroll...

 

Khena brings a hand to her forehead, a low groan escaping her throat. "It's really much to early to be here," she mumbles, settling an elbow on the table in order to rest her head in the cup of her hand, closing her eyes for just a moment, opening them to glance toward Sasha and S'nor.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth slowly unlids his eyes to throw another glance at Bran, looking her over carefully trying to figure out where her spunk went, maybe she just wore herself out.. He shifts around a bit as his patch of sun moves and can't seem to find a new patch, standing up he paces to the other side of the bowl, and then all around the bowl trying to find more sun, Grrr...

 

D'renn stares over at the wine-drinkers, conveniently forgetting that most of the Weyr has seen him drink this early in the mornings on occasion. "Aye, too early and too damn noisy - wish someone would shut up those firelizards," he replies to Khena.

 

Branwyth> Mneoth sighs softly and settles all the way to the ground, eyes lidding once, with the second set half on its way. No reason he can't catch some sleep while waiting for his rider. What little attention he's still giving the bowl, however, idly roves from one thing to the next, committing it to memory or perhaps just for entertainment.

 

Khena mmmms at D'renn her eyes involuntarily seeking out some of those more than usual noisy 'lizards. Or maybe she was just being touchy this morning. "Anybody have some cotton?" she asks, closing her eyes tight as if that would shut out the noise. Checking in with her sleepy lifemate, she envies the dragon for being able to sleep in any situation.

Leaving the cavern. Now there was a novel idea. Looking up at the bluerider, she gives him a crooked grin as she leans back in her chair. "Need to finish my klah first.. " Then. Who knew, she might just take the former 'lingmaster's advise and get back to her weyr. Where it would be nice and quiet. And dark!

 

Branwyth> A small-ish, star laced blue shifts and warbles once, his rider elsewhere at the moment. A little creel as he hop-skips toward some place unknown, tail politely tucking around himself. And this blue is? Quatreth, the sweet and timid. His rider? T'rowa, the silent and introspective.

 

Rianne enters the caverns, striding in with newly long and confident strides. "Hellooooo everyone," Rianne says in her singsong voice, swinging around the entrance with both hands gripping it before she spins once and turns around to walk into the room, before heading towards the tables where everyone seems to be gathering, a bright smile on her face.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth's rhythm continues, but with a slightly increased pace. Her trance state seems to have ended, as the ripples and movements grow faster, and the speed of her eyes' whirl matches them. Self-aware again, she tosses her head, and casts about at the males with a flash of red eyes. Sudden but still smooth, she takes to her wings, and glides off towards the pens. It is time.

 

Branwyth> You go to the Pens.

Branwyth> Pens

Branwyth> 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.

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

 

Branwyth> Kearneth glides with an unconscious graceful.. stumble in from the Central Bowl.

Branwyth> Pilloeth walks in from the Central Bowl.

Branwyth> Mneoth slinks resolutely in from the Central Bowl.

 

"Some people are just too bright and breezy," D'renn comments, not particularly quietly, as Rianne makes her Entrance. Still, he doesn't seem to be against brightness and breeziness, though he does get to his feet as the drudge delivered his flask of klah, plus a parcel of pastries. "My thanks."

 

Branwyth> Trydanth shuffles in from the Central Bowl.

 

Sasha suddenly stands up. "I just ...just...." she looks horribly frustrated and then she growls..."I've just had enough! I need a... um... a swim!" she cries triumphantly. "That is just what I need!" And then with that she strides to the bowl, with hardly a glance behind her. Who cares what other people think...Sasha certainly is not interested at the moment.

 

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 centrepiece: 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-travelled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.

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

Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are nineteen firelizards.

 

Aarizayle> S'nor blinks from Sasha to his wine and stands, grabbing the glasses and wineskin as he rushes after her, "Hey, wait up for me!" he calls as he dashes out, forgetting his breakfast..

 

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

 

Aarizayle> Khena eyes Sasha as the rider suddenly leaves in such a hurry, then senses her lifemate going.. To the pens? "Mneo? What're you doing?" she asks, not realizing that she's speaking out loud.

 

Branwyth> Kearneth has seen the glow of green in the air... this time /thankfully/ after his rider has been safely deposited in the caverns. His eyes brighten as he raises his head regally, and finally turns to follow the green at a respectful distance, though it seems to be pushing at that distance just a bit every stride. But where do they go? Ah, it is the beasts... Kearneth's attention divides itself between flashing green and the beasts running around.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth glides lightly over towards the pens to join the mass dragon movement, maybe there's some sun over here, he glides around for a few moments before he finds a promising area of sun and dives for it, claiming it as his own..

You begin, then, heading up up up that endless flight of stairs and tunnels, passages and rooms. Up out of the very Weyr itself.

 

S'nor arrives suddenly, stepping out from behind some rocks.

The water flows around you...

 

Volcanic Pool

Somewhere in the depths of the mountains heat boils and burns towards the surface of the earth; rock bubbles, stone melts, lava flows.  Here, barely on the surface, some faint reflection of those fires warm these pooled waters. One is hot -- almost too hot -- one just right, and one as icy cold as the snow that often surrounds them.  The contrast of ice and steam set one's skin -- or hide -- tingling.

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

 

Rianne slips into the warmth of the heated water.

 

Branwyth> Trydanth shuffles after Branwyth into the pens, attempting to slink for the first few steps - but being airborne is a lot easier than walking, and chasing herdbeasts when airborne is a lot easier than on the ground.... And he's trying to teach his granddamn to lay eggs.

 

S'nor slips into the warmth of the heated water.

 

 

Aarizayle> "Oh shells," D'renn just groans, and leaves. After Sasha, presumably.

Aarizayle> D'renn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

 

Khena slips into the warmth of the heated water.

 

S'nor shuffles in behind Sasha and sits the Wine skin and glasses on the ground as he catches his breath, "Yes, a swim does sound nice," he agrees as his breath returns..

 

Rianne may perhaps be bright and breezy... but she's /also/ just figured out why her blue was so insistent that she make a visit to the caverns. "ooooh.. Kearneth, you devious little imp," Rianne growls, shaking her head as she looks back over her shoulder, making a face into the air. She stands a moment with her hands on her hips before she whirls back around again to walk towards the warm waters of the pool. "Hello there to both of you," Rianne says in a pleasant tone of voice.. Just as if /everything/ was normal..

 

Sasha just strips off her leathers and dives into the hot pool. For a moment the water is still.

 

D'renn slips into the warmth of the heated water.

 

 

Cove winks in from ::between::, a flurry of iridescent wings, blue-grey tail, and midnight blue claws.

 

Branwyth> Mneoth follows slowly after Branwyth and the other dragons with more of a curious fascination than anything else at this point. Eyes are clear and bright now however, that almost sharp gaze on the others.

 

D'renn emerges, panting from the stairs. "My my, Sasha... what's wrong with the ground weyrs?" he asks the greenrider, casting himself down on a dry-ish rock, still carrying his klah and cakes.

 

Branwyth> Quatreth politely lights down after only a small bit of flight, eyes beginning to whirl only slightly. Tealing wings are tucked to his thin side, and near-cute dragon eyes the herdbeasts, giving an almost apologetic whuffle toward the nearest one. He doesn't want to kill it, but he must, really. Afterall, a dragon must eat. But the green is also watched, a cheerful chirrup going her way.

 

S'nor places the wineskin somewhere safe, and drains the rest of his wine before he strips and and climbs in to the warm waters, he glances over at D'renn and blinks, "Because one can't swim in there?" he inquires as an answer..

 

Branwyth> Branwyth has no time for the men right now, although on some level she's no doubt tallied the looks received. It's not flirting that she needs. What she needs is crimson and hot, and she needs it /now/. A decisive survey of the pens, a lethal dive, and the loud bullet-crack of a snapped neck hail the end of a fat herdbeast, the green latching hungrily onto it's throat.

 

Khena would have followed her lifemate to the pens, really she would have! But ended up following the rest of the riders instead, curious as to where they might be going, though still ignorant as to just what was happening. Settling herself on a rock near the water, she keeps quiet and does nothing but watch.

 

"Swimming?" D'renn's bewildered, to say the least... "Am I the only person who knows what's going on, eh?" Whether he is or not, he's busy unpicking the string on his parcel - clearly his priority is his stomach rather than Trydanth's needs.

 

Branwyth> Kearneth 's soujourn into the Pens now includes his surveying of the territory. The males in the area are giving a brusque nod of his head, a polite greeting for all of them... but ah, the green. The lady receives a deep obscience to the ground, his eyes following her incessantly. But suddenly, his desire for food proves greater. And that's allowed! He's a growing boy, after all! A herdbeast is neatly picked, and cleanly dispatched of. Just a simple snap of it's neck, and body laid aside when he is done. Professional at work here, lady and gentlemen...

 

Meilin slips into the warmth of the heated water.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth slinks around the edge of the pen, following the fleeting patch of sun that's seeming to run from him, he growls loudly at the sun to stop moving so he can lay down! But it's of no use, and the sun continues to run from him, but he's starting to come alive to the situation as he turns to seek out Branwyth, eyes whirling hungrily, but not for herdbeasts, hunger for something more intense..

 

Kiyone slips into the warmth of the heated water.

 

Branwyth> Dante glides like a small mobile flame in from the Central Bowl.

 

Rianne looks over to D'renn. "Well, I  had /thought/ that I knew what was going on... but Kearneth quickly disabused me of that notion," Rianne says with a wry smile before she moves over to the side of the pool with a smooth stride, just slightly faster than normal, her smile tightly controlled as she sits down by the pool to remove her jacket in the heat of the pools. "And why not swim?"

 

With a sudden splash, Sasha emerges at one end of the hot pool, hair streaming around her face and her eyes wild. Seeing that she has company, she growls.."What? What are you all....." and then she stops dead. "Oh no...not now!" Grimly she takes a couple of strong strokes over to where S'nor has got a nearly full wineskin and she pours herself a huge glass. She takes a deep swallow of the wine and then sinks under the water so that her shoulders are submerged. Her state of undress, even in front of so many people is far from her thoughts at the moment.

 

Branwyth> And a herdbeast falls to the coppery talons of Trydanth, quickly ripped apart for the benefit of firelizards: Trydanth wants only the blood. And Branwyth.

A husky looking man strolls into the pool, settling on a nearby smoothed-out rock. His knot suggests that he is a rider, and a brownrider at that. "Fardles, I don't know what to do about Moranth... keeps insisting I... Oh. Did I intrude?" R'zan quietly scans the area, looking a little nervous. This is no time to screw up.

 

Kiyone walks in behind Meilin.

 

Branwyth> And with that note of death, Quatreth moves toward that nearby herdbeast, ending it's life quickly, hopefully without pain. Indeed, even as he feasts, far enough from the green to undoubtedly go unnoticed, he is apologetic, almost. Finished, he turns the herdbeast over to hide it's wounds, and again, watches the green. With more than a hint of anticipation now.

 

Branwyth> Mneoth snorts suddenly, eyes narrowing as a sharply red tinge begins to whirl along the outside. He crouches for a brief moment before launching himself into the air, wings taking him high into the air before he quickly chooses his prey, neatly snatching a small herdbeast from the ground and carrying it off to the side.

 

S'nor moves out in to the warm water and relaxes, "Ahh, but what a nice place you have chosen," he comments to Sasha with a smile as he finds himself a spot to perch and drags his full wineglass over with him, stretching out he closes his eyes and enjoys the warmth...

 

Khena groans, suddenly realizing /what/ it was she'd gotten herself into by following the riders instead of Mneoth. "Oh no.. Why didn't you /warn/ me Mneo?!" she whispers her eyes glazing over to communicate the message to her lifemate, though she doubts he hears her as a strong taste of blood suddenly fills her mouth.

 

"Don't worry, you're not the only one who feels like you're intruding," Rianne says with a faint smile as she leans back on her hands, shaking out her long hair out of it's ponytail, the smile on her face /definitely/ strained now, but it's still there as she looks up at the new arrival. "We were just.. debating why we were here at all.. and swimming.. you're welcome to join us," Rianne says in her smooth harper rich tones.

 

Kiyone whispers to Meilin, "I've never been here before..."

Krawall blinks in from ::between::!

Meilin shakes her head. "Me neither. I didn't know where we were going. I was just curious," she whispers back to Kiyone.

 

R'zan gives a nod to Rianne, saying, "Oh, I think I'll stand aside a bit, really. I get oft enough wet by my brown Moranth... he has a thing for the bathing pools here. Soaked my flying leathers so bad I nearly froze to death going ::between::.

 

Kiyone settles herself on the sands and watches her firelizard flit about playing in the water.

 

Branwyth> Sucked dry, the corpse of the herdbeast is of no further to the darkly shimmering Branwyth. Winging upwards with the same graceful economy of movement, she fells another beast with the same precision as the first. Her hunger for blood is lessened now, replaced with the urge to feel the air. She lets it drop half finished, sending a spatter of red to spill over the stones as she takes to the skies.

 

Kiyone continues in a whisper, "I wonder if we are supposed to be here..."

 

 

Sasha finds herself an underwater ledge to sit on and then just draws her knees up to her chin, hugging her legs. Dark eyes survey the scene as she sips, again and again at her wine and then, the glass is drained. "Can I have another?" she asks S'nor huskily as suddenly her body is  filled with an incredible feeling of bloodlust. This rich red wine will just have to do. Her body stiffens suddenly and her eyes instinctively dart skyward....

 

Meilin decides to sit down on the sands beside Kiyone. She pulls her knees in and rests her arms on them. She looks over at Kiyone and shakes her head slightly, "I don't know..."

 

D'renn certainly isn't getting into the water; he's staying perched on his rock, where it's dry. Probably. "Wine and water don't mix, you know," he admonishes Sasha. Something's turning him into an old man.

 

Branwyth> Kearneth is slaked in his thirst.. well.. his thirst for the beast, at least. With that one herdbeast to the side, he is satisfied, and needs no more... of that, in any case. And now his attention is fully back on the flashing green colours in the pen, his eyes seeming to almost glitter with the reflection of the glow as he watches silently, again keeping that respectful distance, the glitter in his eyes faintly tinged with awe... so much so that as she takes off, he merely watches her for a moment.. as if it were part of a beautiful picture... but then he too becomes part of that picture as he springs upwards to the skies with a powerful thrust of blue.

 

Branwyth> Up up up! Wings beat to lift you up out of the dusty pens.

Branwyth> Above the Feeding Pens

 

Branwyth> Wayward breezes carry the mixed scent of herdbeast and wherry from below, occasionally fusing with the salty odour 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.

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

 

Branwyth> Kishuku bursts up from the dust below.

Branwyth> Kearneth bursts up from the dust below.

Branwyth> Pilloeth bursts up from the dust below.

Branwyth> Dante bursts up from the dust below.

Branwyth> Mneoth bursts up from the dust below.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth bunches up on his haunches as he watches Branwyth take to the sky, he mentally counts to three before he flings himself in to the air, more out of instinct to chase than anything else, his wings make that first ever-powerful down stroke that sends him shooting in to the air, he does a quick barrel roll and continues to climb as he now feels the sun on his hide, perhaps he should have been flying if he was seeking the sun!

 

Karu darts in and out of the water happily splashing about.

 

Kiyone groans, "Oh no, Karu is going to land me into a lot of trouble."

 

Steam and shimmering heat is finally getting to Khena who shrugs out of her thick-lined jacket, folding it neatly, putting it on a rock next to her. Rolling up her sleeves and un-buttoning her tunic, her movements almost drone-like as her mind is with Mneoth going into the air. Discovering that she's still wearing her swimsuit from yesterday, she blinks and is brought back to the present. "Oh.. " And thus she strips of the rest of her clothes to join the others in the water.

 

D'renn goes home.

 

Meilin watches Karu. She glances at Kiyone and agrees. "Karu. Come on, Karu. Come back over to Kiyone and me," she whispers at the green, not wanting to have any attention focused on them, though she doubted any would be.

 

Rianne isn't going anywhere /near/ that water right now, thank you. The expression on her face seems to indicate she has enough to handle without having to swim as well at this moment. Her hands, which had been supporting her to snake around her knees and pull them to her chin as she curls herself up in a ball, only her green eyes visible above her knees now.. when they're open, that is... her head turns slightly as she sees Khena there and she greets her fellow weyrling with a quiet, "Hello.. Mneoth get caught up in all this, too?" Rianne asks ruefully of her.

 

Branwyth> Quatreth is almost immediatly up after her, but not frantic. No, he moves through the sky toward Branwyth calmly, wings unfurling to full majesty and head tilting back to give out a short creel. Why, perhaps it isn't known, but now the battle has begun and he is moving with precision and grace. There's something innocent, however, about how he executes his manouvers, something that makes the lust whirling in his eyes more tender than true lust could ever be. But his heart is with T'rowa even now, body gliding up, up, toward Branwyth. An odd peace is reflected, as well. Doubtless his rider is suddenly warring with emotions other than '. . .' however.

 

S'nor offers the wineskin out towards Sasha, "Of course m'love," He says as he sips on his own wine, his eyes sliding closed once again as he joins his lifemate in the skies, a smile crossing his face as he relaxes, Let's hope Sasha or someone grab the wineskin before his hand sinks in to the warm waters with it...

 

Karu floats near the girls and blinks at them but does not listen.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth arrows upwards, wings carrying her in great forward bursts of speed as she demonstrates that oh-so-green acceleration that only she alone of this little party possesses. Freedom is intoxicating, and the emerald beauty spins spirals 'cross the skies for the sheer joy of being capable of flight, spirit soaring as well. Now, she glances back to see how the boys are faring.

 

Meilin sighs and whispers to Kiyone, "Well, at least she's on this side of the water."

 

Kiyone thinking herself invisible she watches the dragonriders with one eye and her naughty lizzie with the other. She smiles at Meilin, "They seem not to be looking at us. Thank the stars, Karu get out of the water you little chit."

 

Khena turns in the water to face Rianne, her eyes blinking in and out of a presence here and there. "Um... I guess so. One minute he was slumbering in the Bowl, next he was blooding a kill," she notes, nodding slowly. "Took me some by surprise, understand?" 'Specially since the brownling still had the most awful hangover from last nights 'party'.

 

Sasha's streamlined body slips through the water in time to catch the descending skin. Tipping a decent slosh into her glass she offers the skin to the others...although they will have to be quick if they want some... Eyes close for a second as she becomes one with her dragon....its getting harder to fight...

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth climbs higher still as he feels the sun on his hide, he croons happily, in shear ecstasy as he finally levels out, head turning this way and that as he looks for the green, finally he spots her a little below him, and quite a bit ahead of him, his instinct takes over and he knows what he must do, his wings stroke powerfully as they carry him towards his intended, Victim? Prey? Saviour?

 

Branwyth> Kearneth 's spring from the crowd had sent him shooting up into the air, against the winds and the very air that seems to want to push him back down again... but, ah, shall a knight give into such petty things with there is a lady fair ahead to be won? Not /this/ knight, anyway... And so the blue pushes on, making it look effortless as he flips slightly to avoid a collision with another flight, his agile wings turning him upside down and back again as he sends out his light challenging flips in the air, his wings cutting the very air with their movements as he moves towards his goal, his charge gathering speed every second..

 

Meilin nods as she watches both, Karu and dragonriders, too.

 

Branwyth> Mneoth wastes no time in rising to the skies, intent now on this next movement in the skies, body slowly spinning as he rises ever higher as he gives an almost delighted croon, enjoying the feel of the wind racing along his hide and wings, exhilarated by the chase itself.

 

S'nor no longer fights the urge to become one with his dragon, S'nor feels the sun on his skin as his dragon revels in it, his smile turns completely accelerated as Pilloeth takes off on the chase, S'nor opens his eyes feeling completely energized with almost a demonic light in his eyes as he glances around, moving from his perch he moves around the pool, not sure where he wants to go quite yet...

 

Rianne 's tightly controlled face barely manages a nod towards Khena... before she jumps up from the little ball she had been in to begin pacing by the side of the pool, her movements smooth... almost as if she were in a dance, her feet moving erratically.. almost in time with the movements of the dragon up above, it seems...

 

Branwyth> A wind current is spotted and gently tucked into, eyes on Branwyth now. The other males are not ignored, no, but they are racing toward the same goal, but suddenly he hears a mental calling. Can he ignore his rider, the sudden strain of his wings? No, not even know can Quatreth betray his T'rowa by leaving him stranded amongst strangers he feels no need for. And so he dips out, giving an again apologetic bugle to the green and her chasers, but not forlornly does he go. Not at all.

 

Meilin watches the dragonriders with slight fascination. She looks over at Karu as she splashes some water towards Kiyone with her wing. Kiyone looks up at the dragonriders, hoping they didn't notice and then back at her green. "Karu, you little chit, get out of the water and come over here," she says in a loud whisper.

 

Khena doesn't see the pool, or the people gathered here. Doesn't even feel the heat of the water anymore, only the heat of her dragon's body kissed by the winds. Sliding, sliding, she moves through the water, hugging the edge of the pool, involuntarily coming closer to other human bodies.

 

Meilin shakes her head at Karu and reaches out with one of her hands. Karu stops splashing but doesn't come out of the water. Meilin's attention goes back to the dragonriders and she rests her chin on her arms.

 

Sasha leans back in the water letting her hair submerge a little, enjoying the steam....but the heat of the pool is nothing compared to the heat that is building within her. Eyes fly open but stare sightlessly ahead of her for a moment before refocusing and scanning her companions...and the green flame within her eyes flashes. Dragon lust begins to rear its head.....

 

Branwyth> Branwyth listens as the wind blows, across the mountain peaks, and over her wings, still far too intoxicated to worry over-much that one of her pursuers has fallen away. Though all flights come to an end, she means to spin this dance as long as possible, climbing for still more altitude, before launching into a large-spiralling dive, giving no hint as to where or when she'll emerge.

 

S'nor continues to move around the pool before he decides he needs some more wine, he refills his glass with the skin he snags from over near Sasha, and takes a /loong/ sip of the wine.. "Ahhhh," he sighs happily as he glances around, his eyes flicking happily as he licks his lips as he slides back in to the water..

 

Branwyth> Kearneth 's eyes are only green.. the males of the area have been completely ignored.. a marked departure from his normal behaviour... and even a bit of rather impolite cutting off of ways is going on as the blue wends his way through the dragon wings flapping in the sky... A dance? Ah... but Kearneth knows many of them.. and right now, his dance has become a tango... a tango for only two... if only his partner would come and let him claim her. And so, he begins his own movements of an older dance as he dives after the glowing green.. one purely and absolutely male..

 

Rianne continues to move along the edge of the pool, her strides carrying her here and then there and back again, looking to have no direction but that coming down from above to her. "Oh, Kearneth... what am I going to /do/ with you?" Rianne whispers, before she executes a bit of a twirl.. only to end by the wall as she leans back to support herself, gripping the stones with her hands tightly, the knuckles turning an even paler shade of white than alabaster, her eyes fluttering closed..

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth doesn't dive as steep as the rest but he does lose some height slowly moving further away from the sun that he was seeking so strongly earlier, to dive down towards the light of his life, Bran, she is now the only goal on his mind, and he swoops and dives after her with a single minded lust and desire borne from a combination of his and his Rider's desire, Like rider, like dragon...

 

Khena is more than confused now. On the one hand she wants to move closer, on the other she doesn't. "What's... Happening?" she asks herself, not stopping her motion toward Sasha, even though S'nor has slipped into the water beside the greenrider. Something else was taking hold of her self-control, making her unwilling, unable to stop her forward motion.

 

Kiyone mutters at her green again and this time Karu decides to obey and saunters onto the sandy area where Meilin and her watch what's going on. Karu plants herself by Meilin's feet and rubs sand on her hide.

 

Sasha's eyes run rampant over her companions...hormones now taking over any semblance of normal sensible thought and her eyes are darkly glittering with desire...she needs company /now/...after not knowing what she has wanted for days on end, it is suddenly very good, and very liberating to feel sure of yourself.

 

Meilin smiles at Karu and splashes a little sand on the green with her foot. She looks up at the dragonriders and then back at Kiyone.

 

S'nor's sitting somewhat near Sasha sipping from his wine glass and refilling it, slowly enjoying the wonderful liquid as it drains down his throat, he almost purrs as he relaxes in to the water, still here enough to know what's going on locally, but most of his mind is aloft with his lifemate..

 

Khena pushes off the edge of the pool, emerging herself in the deeper waters of the pool, though still circling near enough to Sasha and S'nor to almost touch them. Flipping herself around in the water, she floats on her back, looking up at the ceiling, though not really seeing it.

 

Meilin watches the dragonriders, feeling a little embarrassed. "Maybe we shouldn't be here." She shrugs, "I think I'm going to leave. Too much stuff to do anyways." She smiles at Karu and then at Kiyone. She gets up and silently walks out.

 

Meilin goes home.

 

Kiyone walks out.

 

Karu suddenly disappears ::between::!

 

Branwyth> Mneoth blinks slowly, a habit taken from his rider as he watches the target make a sudden dive, his wings tugging to his back as he spins to follow. Down, down, down. Not caring that the ground is getting nearer, the brown keeps his eyes on the object of this chase and nothing was going to make him deviate from this chase.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth finally pulls out of her spiral, a mental chuckle echoing as she sees that none of the boys have followed the leader. No, they've all just headed straight down. She selects a point, and wings away, escaping the circle, and heading in the opposite direction, rising again. Follow on, my dears, If you truly burn for me...

 

Branwyth> Kearneth 's male dance of a fall comes to a halt as Branwyth circles back upwards, looking just mildly irritated.. after all, he executed that dive /just/ for Branwyth... but ah, the green dancing before him in the skies as she flies pushes all thoughts such as that from his mind.. Oh, he follows, my lady glowing in green. He follows... or perhaps it would be better to say that he chases, for that he definitely does.. and it is a chase no longer bent on adoring from afar.. Kearneth has finally abandoned the code and is now intent on the win..

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth's lazy dive hasn't taken him too low, but he is now below Branwyth as she shoots up in to the sky, hey, it's a rising star! And he makes a quick flip of his tail and changes direction, screeching to a halt on his dive as he shoots up in to the sky following Bran, not gaining much on her, but definitely not losing distance either, Come here my pretty, he croons a challenge to her...

 

"What? Be careful Mneoth!" Khena exclaims all of a sudden as she watches the ground come ever closer, through the eyes of her lifemate, her body coming upright in the water, heels banging against the bottom, breaking the link to her dragon. "Is it always this intense?" she asks no-one in particular.

 

"From my one other experience.. it's.. oh.. it's.. can be even more so," Rianne manages to breathe out towards Khena, sinking down against the wall, her back sliding easily down so that she gradually makes her way down to the floor, at which point, her knees come up and she buries her head in them, repeating in a singsong voice the same catch of a song.. all that seems to be holding her to herself..

 

Sasha is acutely aware of her close proximity to both Khena and S'nor...and her body language is once more confused...half wanting to pull away, half wanting to be even closer to somebody, she slides her arms around herself and hugs tightly, knowing the only creature she is genuinely close to at this moment is the one whose mind possesses her. And the burning desire she feels is Branwyth's desire growing like a gargantuan hurricane threatening to overwhelm her...not knowing where to look she just closes her eyes and gives in....sinking into the water...

 

Branwyth> Mneoth's straight-arrow dive is interrupted as he sees the green break he downward spiral, his large wings coming out to act as a parachute. Spinning he beats his wings following his target, moving swiftly to catch up with her before any of the other males.

 

S'nor's mind is still close with his dragons as his consumption of the wine slows drastically, slowly he slides out of the water, just a little bit /too/ hot in there for him and slides over to the find himself a spot to lay stretched out feeling the cool air against his skin, mimicking the way his lifemate feels with the wind brushing across his body..

 

Khena glances over at Rianne, swallowing a lump in her throat. /More/ intense than this?! Was that really possible at all? The brownling doubted it, but suddenly her mind is taken over by images of dragons in the sky and her body feels the intense desire of her dragon. "Ooohhh... Nooo...."

 

Branwyth> Branwyth speeds forward, a streak of the Celt colouring her flight now, lilting little half-rolls skittering along, catching a thermal here, a downdraft there, shifting and changing and whirling in flashes of dark emerald, ever the faerie queen, long sought after but rarely, oh so rarely caught.

 

Branwyth> Kearneth rises, rises, rises into the sky.... the light of battle and challenge shines in his eyes. << My lady, you inflame our hearts... and our wings.>> The thought comes through smoothly even as Kearneth rises higher, cutting through a wind here, leaping up nimbly over another there... ah, my lady faerie queen... so rarely caught... but ye shall be tonight... just as all good things must come to an end.. so must this fire... however bright it burns... And so Kearneth rises to be the one to extinguish the fire.. in his own male way, of course.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth twirls and spins catching wind currents here and there as he revels in the way the air makes him feel so.. Alive and energetic, he feels like a young weyrling again as he shoots higher and higher his eyes intent on the green, but he hasn't forgotten the other chasing males, as he spins through the air he also makes attempts to cut of his competition and slow them down a bit..

 

Branwyth> Mneoth gains a bit of height, getting himself above the green-coloured target, catching a thermal which takes him even higher forcing him to tug in his wings to dive toward the green again carefully measuring the distance between himself and her. Single-mindedly he chases, the participation of other males only occupying a fraction of his mind, though he still manages to dodge those trying to cut him off.

 

Branwyth> Branwyth watches the chasing males from the corner of an eye whirling with amused blue, but also an ever increasing fraction of purple, another chuckle echoing across the ether. <<Can't be said that I ever made anything easy, boys...>> This is certainly a fantabulous day for romance... And with a easy, jazzy series of wing beats, she rises once more, before diving down, not with speed, but a swinging spiral, held close and tight.

 

Sasha shudders....hard....The water around her, ripples and surges, reflecting the fierce feelings she is enveloped within. Wineglass is just dropped onto the side of the pool and mercifully does not break as it spills its ruby dregs into the bubbling water, and begins to sink slowly. Suddenly a cackle and a howl escape from her lips as Branwyth steals her mind completely away into the clouds....

 

Branwyth> Kearneth cannot be said that he is one who will give up.... nor does he show signs of doing so, as the blue blur that is that dragon begins to move even faster in the winds. << Ah, but my lady, don't you know that we are but males? And we /live/ for the thrill of your chase. >> Kearneth says, his tones anything but modest, deep-rooted with male pride, but also a faint challenge from /him/.. his speed increases, and as she changes the beat of the chase, so does Kearneth, his dance matching that of Branwyth's, the beats of his wings forming a rhythm of their own... but as she dives, Kearneth's tune changes abruptly as he flies to interrupt the spiral, full of drive, full of passion, and his wings outstretched... <<Ah, my lady? Would you care to dance the night away? >>

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth reaches the pinnacle of his ascent and does a quick spin on his tail, hanging in the air for a moment before he twirls over descending towards his goal as he continues to spin and twirl, feeling the power of the moment and the mental acceleration of the flight as he gives up childishness of trying to sabotage the other male's flights, that just wastes him precious time that he can be doing the catching, he manoeuvres himself around as he spins, this time closing on the green, his tail flicks rhythmically behind him to the music that feels his mind, another croon is released almost as if he's singing to the green, offering to dance her all night long to the rhythm of their love...

 

Rianne is finally completely caught in the chase. There is nothing she can do to control herself. She cannot even manage to get to her feet at this point, completely unable to do anything that is not joined with that of the male above. "Sorc.. where are you when I need you?" Rianne whispers brokenly, her fingers clinging to the stone of the wall...

 

Branwyth> Mneoth turns on a wingtip, a move not quite perfected yet, making him slightly out of phase with the green's downward spiral. Eyes whirling he keeps a close eye on her, making sure she doesn't make another of those evasive manoeuvres he can't keep up with. Brandishing his claws and tugging his wings a bit closer to his back, eyes trained steadily on the target, he comes closer, closer...

 

S'nor just lays out on the ground sprawled out as his mind is completely taken by his lifemate, he rolls a little as his lifemate dances in the air, the mood growing as he rolls over and comes to his knees, looking around for someone to indulge his desire to dance, anyone will do..

 

 

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From afar, Khena errrms... Not quite sure. But I guess my vote goes to Pilloeth.. *heh*  [to: Sasha and Liesana]

From afar, Rianne here ya goes.. *drumroll* I vote for Pilloeth.

From afar, S'nor pages, "I vote Mneoth..."  [to: Sasha and Liesana]

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A clink of glass on stone, and Sasha’s cackle has Khena back to the hot pool, but only for that very slight moment, then her mind is linked to Mneoth's again, hot in the chase and so close to the green dragon. Swallowing a lump, she kicks off the bottom, reaching the edge of the pool, which she clutches to as her mind only sees a green dragon and the ground coming closer.

 

Rianne crawls blindly towards the water, not particularly seeing who it is that is in front of her blurry eyes as she searches around in front of her, staggering to her feet enough to manage the few strides to the side of the waters. "Riders? What.. Oh, Kearneth... please..." Rianne's eyes are tightly shut, and her cheeks glisten slightly as she attempts to control her feeling.. but she can't, as again her hands search out in front of her for someone.. anyone...

 

Branwyth> Like a rhythm unbroken, like drums in the night, like sweet soul music, like sunlight, so flies Branwyth, diving down on a wild riff of wing beats that echo the edge-of-control passions suddenly roiling within her. But there's only one to catch this green sprite. And the one to break her fall is none other than Pilloeth.

 

S'nor's hand reaches out and grabs at the first human skin it finds, that being Sasha, he pulls her out of the pool and in to his arms as he starts dancing with her, swinging her around to the music of the night as his dragon catches Bran and both pairs dance..

 

Rianne suddenly swoons away.... Ahhh...

 

Branwyth> Mneoth misses. Another dragon beating him to the chase, and he breaks his headlong fall, gliding away from the pair, the heat in his body disappearing even as he heads back to the Weyr. Nothing more for him to do there.

 

Branwyth> Pilloeth swoops down beneath Branwyth and catches her easily in his wings as his tail twines with hers, not missing this time as he continues to twirl her around to the music that surrounds them, the dance of love reaching its crescendo as his wings break their rushing decent for a more relaxed and slow pace dance..

 

 

 

Date:     Sun Sep 30 17:40:59 2001 CDT

From:     Sasha (#19192)

To:       *Weyrs (#3680) and *High Reaches (#3155)

Subject:  Branflight Number 4

It was a good job Branwyth flew quite quickly this time around..Sasha could not have borne the fidgets a moment longer. Trying to soak them out of her system in the Volcanic pool was one way of trying to wind herself down, but as Branwyth rose, she found her hot bubbly haven invaded by Khena, Rianne, briefly by D'renn (shudder - that was a near thing!) (as well as a couple of friendly NPC peeps) and of course her beloved S'nor.

 

Branwyth led her chasers a merry dance, (there was even a soundtrack to listen to as you chased...<<We thought of everything didn't we?>> - Yes, we did my green goddess!) which eventually led to the OOC vote which was to decide the winner.

 

And so it was with great delight that Sasha fell fair and square back into the arms of her weyrmate again. Pilloeth and S'nor were both a bit pleased with the outcome, needless to say. One of the most exhilarating flights Bran and I have ever done with an incredibly high standard of Rp from all involved! Many thanks peeps!

Lots of love, Sasha and Branwyth. xx

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Many thanks to the people who took part…….

 

D'renn

Dark curls flop into a still youthful, tanned face, but the faint thread of silver that twines back from D'renn's left temple has been joined by a salt&pepper sprinkle in his unruly mop of hair. He can only be described as short, wiry rather than stocky; muscles firm as a result of Turns of dragonriding. Blue eyes are framed by tiny laughter lines, another wrinkle or two furrowing a groove between thick black brows whenever he frowns - which is rarely. Mobile features are far more likely to smile, or laugh as D'renn makes yet another inappropriate joke at someone's expense... though malicious he never is, merely high-spirited and impulsive. The ingrained impetuosity shows too in the quick movements of someone who never sits still, but is constantly in fluid motion,

Loose dark trousers are tucked into high boots, a thick cabled sweater of blue llama wool keeping D'renn's torso warm. A bit of an uncharacteristically boring outfit, for D'renn...

He is awake and looks alert.

D'renn is 44 Turns, 11 months, and 4 days old.

 

 

Trydanth

 Coiled energy rests in the tall draconic shape, electric blue shimmering wildfire over every handspan of the glossy hide. Copper-verdigris streaks wings that are deceptive in their delicacy; speed coils in haunches that tense to spring with eager grace. Copper too are the sharply powerful talons, forepaws shaded with deep azure and seeming too large for the whiplash frame. Length and strength are evidenced in every shift of lean haunches, neck ridges spiking skywards in sapphire splendour.

 

Trydanth is 28 Turns, 4 months, and 3 days old.

He is 54 feet (18m) long, with a wingspan of 90 feet (30m).

 

Khena

Eyes, grayish-green, look out from under long arched brows, darker than the shock-white blonde hair sitting on top of her head. Ragged and uneven ends cut short, bears witness that she doesn't put much interest in personal appearance. A bend in her long, narrow nose, tells of a long forgotten break, and adding to that is a two-inch scar on her right cheek, giving her a face of someone who's lived a hard life. High angular cheekbones and a strong square chin adds to the impression of masculinity, while the arched brows makes her retain some femininity in an otherwise harsh face. Shoulders and upper arms are hardened from long hours of training and work, as is thigh and -calf muscles, while hands and long fingers are callused and scarred. Along her flat abdomen is a five-inch scar, one of many on her body, but the one most predominant. Breasts are small and rounded, almost invisible when she's wearing baggy or heavy clothing, making her look all the more masculine, her height of almost six feet doing nothing to diminish that impression. Slightly tanned face and hands, from hours spent outside, complete the image of a woman easily mistaken for a man.

Flames licking around her curves make it out for a swimsuit, the cloth dyed to resemble a roaring fire. From blazing red at the bottom, to hot orange at the top, the straps holding up the piece has been dyed a dark yellow to complete the illusion of fire. Embroidered into the broad straps are sparks of silver thread, sparkling as the sunlight hit it. 'Legs' are cut off high above the hips, leaving plenty of the pale skin of her long legs to be seen.

Twisting together in a single loop, around her left shoulder, are two cords the colour of High Reaches Weyr; Black and blue. Midnight's colours, which extend into a small tail, snaking down the front. Interwoven with the dark cords is a thread of mahogany, representing her brown lifemate, while a tassel signifies that she is the Wingsecond of the Wildfire Weyrling Wing.

 

Khena is 23 Turns, 3 months, and 20 days old.

 

 Mneoth

Myrrh and mahogany fuse together across muzzle and headknobs, entwine about prominent eyeridges, and sweep all silk and sisal down the grand lengths of this broad and ponderous dragon.  Lighter klah-brown erodes the sharp edges of his powerful neckridges before dissolving into the brooding layers of umber sweeping his belly and forelegs.  His smooth, suave hide speckles to bronze across the rounded curves of his withers, as if momentarily blessed by the sun.  Wingsails - wide and high - are cloaked in a marbling of black, gray, and fawn, to create a secretive cove of shadows and covert camouflage.

Branwyth> Black-dyed straps are looped twice around mahogany neckline, fitting tightly enough to prevent slipping in swift aerial moves. Though glossy black, the colour blends in well with the dragon's brown hide, adding to the darker patches, matching without being imposing. Metallic buckles add flashes of reflected light to the overall image, giving the strap-design an edge of starkness, softened only by the un-dyed rider's straps used to secure the rider to the dragon when flying.

 

Branwyth> Mneoth is 1 Turn and 6 months old.

Branwyth> He is 64 feet (21m) long, with a wingspan of 106 feet (35m).

 

Sasha

Elfin is the only word that can describe this young woman. Her tousled hair, when freed from its usual braid, cascades, as dark as klah at midnight, around and below her shoulders, in a seduction of softly wild pre-raphaelite waves. Long lashes, dark as her hair, accentuate startlingly large brown eyes, which reflect a sultry, rather knowing air of mischief. Soft lips curve in a warm smile, which tell silently of her friendly approachable nature. Standing at a petite 5'3, her body is lithe and slim, the swell of her breast, defined and enhanced by lightly tanned creamy skin and her tiny, shapely waist. She is as agile as a cat and her limbs are taut and strong.

Sasha is naked......her form only obscured by the refractions and ripples of the water around her. Hair, loosened from its customary braid ,cascades over creamy shoulders like some dark swirling river, and fans out around her in the water, making her resemble some exquisite mythological nymph.

A string of pearl-white balls follow the circle around Sasha's neck, the stones smooth and river-polished. They are around a centimetre in diameter, though vary in shape, as some near the scrupulousness of spheres where others seem indented like meteorites. Their colour is unbroken by a vivid gold clasp, which hides behind Sasha's neck. Though pure, the frost-white colour remains that only in sunlight, but yields a silvery sheen in glow light and a golden one in moonlight. White Necklet hugs Sasha's neck sensitively, loose enough to slip three fingers underneath the chain.

 

Sasha is 24 Turns, 1 month, and 9 days old.

 

 

S'nor

Some may worry about the constantly sleepy look on this rider’s 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 grey hairs creep in amongst the others. His face has recently been shaven, all except for a well-kept moustache 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 Wingleader.

 

S'nor is 50 Turns, 5 months, and 7 days old.

 

 

 

Rianne

A green-eyed stare greets you as you look at her, and flecks of gold and dark, chocolate shades of brown appear and disappear in the light, seemingly ever changing, holding an hint of elusiveness in their core as they stare boldly from under long, dark lashes. Her round shaped face and high, though rounded cheekbones give her a finely featured appearance that her light, delicate stature agrees with. Her pert, small, rosebud shaped mouth is the only feature that mars her dramatic appearance, giving a hint of laughter to her face, detracting from the class. Framing her lightly tanned face are cascading curls of so many different shades, it is hard to say what colour her hair really is. Chocolate coloured, dirt coloured, sandy blond, golden, flaxen hued, even a bit of strawberry tinged and some strands so pale, they are almost white in colour combine to produce an intriguing mass of ever changing hues. They fall wildly down her back in masses of ringlets, untamed, wild, rather like the girl herself who wears them so.

Long, form fitting black pants hug to her athletically toned legs, not missing a curve or a shape and tall black boots encase her calves up to her knees, softly moulding around her black bottoms. Above the waist, she wears a navy shirt of well-made material, with a v-necked cut at the top. It appears to be a man's shirt with a slightly feminine twist put to it, so that every curvaceous inch of Marianne is subtlety outlined when she stands still, although it billows about her when she moves. Around her waist is usually low-slung belt with a tiny dagger and pouch hanging there.. but who knows what is hiding somewhere on her...  Perched on Rianne's shoulder is Cavalier.  Perched on Rianne's shoulder is Trystane.  Perched on Rianne's shoulder is Azriel.

 

Rianne is 21 Turns and 3 months old.

 

 

 

Meilin

Thick, dark mahogany hair flows lightly down past her slender hips. Her fawn-coloured eyes give a thought of uncertainty to her long, calm face. Unconsciously, she holds her lithe body up straight, seemingly always on guard. A hint of bronze underlies the pale skin of her delicate looking body, refusing to get any darker.

She is wearing a hunter green tunic which brings out the light colour of her eyes. Below her tunic she has on light tan pants showing worn marks from constant use. Dark brown boots don her feet as a dark brown belt holds her pants.

She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.

Meilin is 16 Turns, 9 months, and 23 days old.

 

Kiyone

A tall young woman stands here regarding all that she sees. Her deep blue eyes twinkle as she smiles sweetly with ruby coloured lips. Her face is pale but her arms are sun tanned to a nice bronze. Her straight blonde hair hangs freely down her back past her hips. She giggles as she places her hands on her slim hips.

She wears a plain wool dress and sturdy shoes.

She is awake and looks alert.

Kiyone is 16 Turns, 9 months, and 10 days old.