1/22/2003

08:51 PM

Logfile from K'rill.

 

Main Living Cavern (#551J)

Grey stone arches a vast vault overhead, details of the ceiling all but disappearing in the shadows cast by warm, human-height glowsconces and the night hearth's flames; tapestries texture the smooth walls, looking down upon the raised dais, the expanse of tables, the flagstones left cleared for impromptu dancing.

A single broad archway, its carved pattern worn soft with time and passersby's touch, leads west into the bowl; two more, narrower but just as tall, give access to the bustle of living caverns in the south. Predominant looms the builders' masterpiece: the imposing staircase that twines up along the northern wall, leading to the weyr's huge kitchens.

Vintner Harry busies himself behind the 'bar'; nearby hangs the day's 'menu'.

You see Veran, Wit, Legend of O'Sada Egg, and Angel here.

Wullan, J'bal, Celae, K'rin, Liette, Q'van, and Gr'ym are here.

Obvious exits:

Bowl       Lower Caverns       Stairs       Weyr Tunnel

 

"Wot, wine, me?"  Liette asks of Wullan as she leans back in the chair, hands hidden in her lap.  "Nah, I think Gavon's getting me a ..."  Just then a tray plops down in front of her, sliding heavily from Gavon's sweaty hand that quickly grabs up his own food, then he bobs a fast, polite nod to the others, then disappears.  "Great... he didn't even stick around to help me eat it," the smith complains bitterly.

 

Gr'ym quits his humming. "You need a hand? Pardon the pun, seriously."

 

"Two, actually," Liette replies with a little, slightly amused snort in Gr'ym's direction as she waves her hands briefly at him, then tucks them into the safety of her lap again.

K'rill draws into the caverns, the fingers of one hand dancing down the catches at the front of his riding jacket while the other hand... well, that other hand has a long string of fish attached to it. Pretty half-dozen of redfins. But pretty doesn't pertain to the smell of such. *Splat* Fist are dropped onto the first available table. "'Lo."

 

J'bal eyes Liette's hands with a slightly puzzled expression but he's that much late to offer his help since Gr'ym has beat him to it. He consoles himself with one more fish ball before casting Wullan glances. In between glances of course his eyes show the mental conversations that are going on between himself and the big brown outside.

 

Gr'ym sits tentatively near Liette, but is distracted by K'rill's bounty-of-the-sea. "Jays, some catch."

 

Wullan sips her wine carefully, having refilled her goblet from a new skin of the Benden red, and sighs in appreciation, her visage relaxed, her impish eyes soft for a moment.  A moment that doesn't last too long, as the arriving rider plunks his stinky catch onto the table.  The catlike eyes narrow even as the petite nose wrinkles in distaste.  And suddenly, the Weyrwoman has an edge about her; an edge that causes her to shift fetchingly to one side and glare over her shoulder at K'rill - with fire smouldering in her dark eyes.

Wullan pages: In the feeding pens?

 

K'rin smiles to himself as he shifts himself to lean across the back of one of the chairs watching teh goings on, eyes lazily catch  the progress of the new arrivals as he sips from his mug.  The sudden movement from the weyrwoman draws his attention to Wullan, however he stays silent content to just watch.

 

Llynth> Feeding Pens

Llynth> The feeding pens of Fort Weyr contain various herds of well-tended herdbeasts and clipped wherries, many eyeing you with definite caution.  Against the rim of the bowl, sturdy shelters provide refuge from the weather; separate pens nearby provide space for breeding or, more rarely, ill animals to be cared for away from the main herd.  A heavy fence surrounds the whole conglomeration, wandering a little way into the Weyr lake to provide water for the animals.  Often, a proddy dragon terrorizes the beasts, feeding before taking 'flight' to taunt her chasers.

Llynth> The weyrling barracks lie to the northeast, and the center bowl to the east.

Llynth>   It is a summer evening.  A refreshing breeze laces the hot, gloriously blue skies.

Llynth> You see Isabeth here.

Llynth> Obvious exits:

Llynth> Center Bowl       Weyrling Area

 

Sniff.  Sniffsniff.  "Some smelly catch," Liette says, wrinkling her nose at K'rill's fish 'o plenty.  Considering she's sitting near Wullan, you'd think she'd notice that shift in attention, but... it's pretty typical of her /not/ to.  "Look here, just shove that spoon carefully into the bandages and I can eat all by myself."  She's a big girl.

 

"Gonna be a show soon," Gr'ym whispers near Liette's ear. He assumes she doesn't know; she's not from these parts, she's young -- and then, he has that overinformative, professorish tendency. Here comes Liette's spoon, and Gr'ym's voice in fuller force. "You got it?"

 

J'bal eyes the fish and as much as he loves the treats with fish from Cook it's rather distasteful to have the wet catch that close. At least at this moment.

Styx blinks in from ::between::!

 

Llynth> Kwaith looks about through the dust as he enters from the bowl's center.

Llynth> Astath looks about through the dust as he enters from the bowl's center.

Llynth> Kolyath looks about through the dust as he enters from the bowl's center.

 

K'rill gives one final pat to one of those plump red finned fishes, oblivious to slime or muck or wetness of any sort. "Nice, aren't they? They are running just off by Igen this time of the turn. Thought I'd head down and see what damage I could do." Pride imbues his voice as he speaks, "Caught them with grubs too. They should be moving through the bay for the next sevenday or so, so get them while the getting is good." Just a few fishing pointers. He moves as if to pat that very same hand on Liette's shoulder, "Smells even better once cooked." Head turns and there is Wullan... in red? Oh. Smile hitches at the corners.

 

She doesn't pay very much attention either, for that matter.  "A show?  What kind of show?"  Liette looks quite a bit at a loss as she holds out her hand for the spoon and at the same time glances over her shoulder at K'rill.  "Yeah, well, they're not cooked yet, are they..."  Brows furrowing, she clumsily digs into her meal, oblivious to certain other things...

 

Gr'ym's noticed that Wullan wears that red dress rather frequently. However, tonight is very special. "I'm sorry, I used a euphemism. Wullan's dragon is proddy. I'm pretty sure she'll be rising soon. Really soon, actually."

 

Llynth> Llynth stands just beyond the stretch of the pens, feet shifting, tail twitching, and head in that classic Snoopy-vulture pose. Too bad he hasn't floppy ears. Ah well, he makes do with loosely held wings. Mmmmmmm. Beasts. Which plump morsel with go well with a side of wherry. Maybe we'll finish it off with a muzzle-licking desert of ovine. Maybe...

 

Llynth> Kolyath suggests a course of blood soup -- although, he's a little torn; the really fat cow over there looks good, good, good, and he doesn't trust anybody else to save her meat for next time.

 

Celae grins at the Weyrwoman's comment, and declines to answer.  She's drawing a crowd, and he knows better than to try and stutter a comment into a crowd.  He steps back from the crowd, and busies himself with cleaning.

 

Llynth> Isabeth pounces suddenly, rending claws flashing inexorably towards the extended throat of her victim.  Shrieking her fury to the heights of the Weyr, the queen hisses at the males surrounding her, flicking tail lashing from side to side, pausing before she drops her head not to the throat of the beast, but to the rotund belly instead.

 

K'rin smiles remembering an incident a whiles back now "The fishing is normally good down that way though," He comments to K'rill, "I'll need to head down see what I can catch myself, It's been a while since I've been out fishing." He rambles on a bit to cover any silences as his attention stays fixed on Wullan with a growing smile.

 

Llynth> Kwaith already planned to eat light today, and he's keeping his rider busy with a constant stream of chatter which is keeping both a little diverted at the moment. The queen's shriek rolls Kwaith into the moment and he's now shifting from foot to foot.

Wullan shudders slightly, shiver coursing through her body as she sucks in breath quickly, dark eyes darting towards the outside bowl even as the shrill call of the queen echoes around the rocky outcroppings of the bowl and into the lower caverns.  She half rises, one hand reaching for something only a queen dragon can see, the other dropping her goblet nervelessly to the table.

 

Llynth> What the hey. Kolyath goes for the really good-lookin' fat cow.

 

Liette suddenly starts eating faster as she peeks out the corner of her gaze toward Wullan and that red, red dress. "Oh great..."  She should've figured, she should've paid more attention, but when does she /ever/??  Half of the mashed tubers land upon the table instead of her mouth as she hurries to finish her meal.  It's not like she can carry it back to her office. 

 

"No, they aren't. But they will be tomorrow. Unless I smoke them instead. I wonder if the cooks..." K'rill trails off, shooting a glance towards the kitchens, visions of lovely, lovely food filling his thoughts. Oh, so many possibilities. Maybe a surf and turf platter, some rare bovine and... K'rill blinks owlishly for a long moment, shaking his head from side to side at the imagery. Give him a moment. Beat. Oh. "Ohhhhhhh," he drawls, giving Wullan a bit more assessing glance as she draws in that breath -which brings his attention to a heaving bosom and... Oh boy.

 

"I wonder if you'd rather eat that in your quarters," Gr'ym suggests to Liette, on the same wavelength. "Some of these old boys might stagger back here with itchy paws."

 

Llynth> Astath swoops down into the feeding pens landing gently with robotic precision and just sits there watching.  The only movement is the shift in his eyes which flick cnonstantly between the dragons lingering longest though on Isabeth.

 

J'bal presses back into the chair with a loud swallow and wondering if anyone around himi can hear the sudden pounding of his heart.

 

"Can't talk, eating," Liette quite literally says that to Gr'ym as she carefully balances a half fishroll on the spoon in her bandages. 

 

Llynth> Llynth apparently can't peruse the choices much longer, because the others are already feeding. Hey! Something between a snork and rumble and being scooped for that beast over there. Kolyath is shot something of a sniff as the bronze launches over the fence, squarely shouldering aside one beast and immediately burrying his muzzle in the animal's belly. A rush of warm blood bathes his snout, and let the feeding begin.

 

"Hey, Adia says that," Gr'ym says to Liette. Now he rises from his chair. "Well, good luck, kid. See you tomorrow."

 

From the bowl, enters a tall Igen rider, bearing a Wingleader's knot.  His dark grey eyes survey the scene, and spots a cluster of riders surrounding an old acquaintance of his.  "Igen's duties to Fort, Weyrwoman.  Good to see you again, Wullan."  He nods to the others, his eyes dilating like those around him.  "T'paz, bronze Jaspyth's rider, SurfBlaster Wingleader from Igen." he says by way of introduction, nodding to the riders present. 

 

Llynth> Isabeth slews her head around now, opalescent eyes flickering crimson and purple even as she again shrills her defiance towards her lifemate in the caverns.  A claw hovers above the soft belly for an instant longer before she draws it downwards, spilling the steaming innards onto the ground.  But her link to her lifemate holds strong, and the queen's head tarries not over the belly of the beast, fastening her long teeth onto the bubbling blood issuing from the throat as she sucks the lifeblood.

 

Llynth> Kwaith breaks his shifting with a jump to a nearby heardbeast and a quick and deadly flex of claws. His muzzle is quickly bend down and the noises of his own drinking just blend in with the sudden chaos.

 

Wullan's breath has a ragged tone to it, but her smouldering eyes have lost none of their fire.  She blinks at the other riders, apparently realizing that she is standing, and begins to half-walk, half-run towards the bowl, leaving behind wine, fish and the other riders.

 

Wullan heads out into the immense bowl.

 

Gr'ym moves out past the mounting crowd, doing what he always does when there's a flight: he goes home to his designated dance partner.

 

Gr'ym heads out into the immense bowl.

L

lynth> The great Desert Knight bronze from Igen settles down, eyes whirling, a deep purple. Jaspyth eyes the others for a moment, before jumping up and landing on a fat buck, which he drains of blood with dispatch.

 

Celae heads out into the immense bowl.

 

J'bal follows in a haze with the rest.

 

J'bal heads out into the immense bowl.

 

K'rill's gaze follows after Wullan as she scurries on out. A drawn breath and a mutter, "Here we go..."

 

Ground Level Weyr

This room, protected by a large curved corridor, provides a resting place for an injured dragon and rider.  Like all the other weyrs in the infirmary, this weyr follows a sterile and spartan style, and a faint smell of numbweed as well as other medicinal herbs pervades the air. Towards the rear of the weyr, away from its unevenly arched stone entrance, a stone couch is indented for that unfortunate dragon that has taken injury or ill; not so far away is a cot for that worried and anxious rider. It is sparsely decorated, as most of its inhabitants never bother to furnish it too completely--they all hope for a short stay.

Thick curtains close off the dragon-sized exit to the bowl, as well as the smaller one to the infirmary, and generally keep things windfree and secure.

Wullan, Celae, and J'bal are here.

Obvious exits:

Infirmary       Bowl

 

K'rin enters from the Bowl.

 

Llynth> Isabeth raises her vampiric muzzle to regard the others crowding around her now, then launches herself towards yet another herdbeast, despatching that one almost as quickly as the first.  Now, though, the queen feels that instinct upon her; the instinct that keeps her focused on her quest, ignoring the fellowship who ring 'round her.  Blood she needs, hot blood to match her own fiery veins, blood to give her the strength to fly high and long.

 

Llynth> Llynth lifts his muzzle from the remains of the bovine, meticulous in his efforts to lick every last drop from his front. Tongue laves about what exists as draconic lips until all is pristine once again. He drops back onto his haunches, wings hooded and drawn with just the slightest of arches, anticipation tensing his every line. Just the faintest hints of excitement shimmers within his eyes, her glimmering gold imbuing his whirling burgundy-hued eyes. Sated with blood, but not with need.

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) finishes his buck, tosses the carcass aside, and with a waft of heated cinnamon and sand, he snatches a fat wherry out the pens.  He watches Isabeth with rangered focus, from under dark eyeridges. 

Wullan stands to one side, her eyes unfocused, one hand mimicking the motions of her queen, her cheeks flushed as red as the crimson sisal that drapes her.

 

T'paz follows the crowd, to where Wullan has taken her suitors.  Shards, but it's always a struggle to stay focused when dragon instincts kick in.  He moves towards Wullan, snagging a stool to lower his gymnast's physique down onto.  "And, of course, I forgot my wineskin." he says to himself mostly, the hint of a rogue in his voice, even as his cheeks flush slightly.

 

Llynth> Kwaith fills himself with blood and flexes his claws into another slim buck. This animal is quickly finished and the shifting that had ended with the feeding begins agains, wings mantling.

 

K'rill follows into the weyr along with all of the other drawn riders, anticipation warring with hesitancy upon his features. At the sight of an interloping Igenite, his lips turn down just the slightest with a hint of a frown. Slowly, head shakes from side to side, a sigh leaves him, and then he is stepping back to press his back against the wall to wait it out.

Llynth> Astath crouches and leaps skywards sending him in an arc to come smashing down onto a bovine in one smooth movement, he quickly rips the beasts throat and drinks deeply, drainign every last drop before a claw tosses the clawed remanents casually to the side, before he resumes his silent vigil of the gold.

 

J'bal has managed to retain his wineglass, but by his first few steps into the weyr it's been downed and he passes the glass nevously between his hands. He stands near the edge of the room, chewing his lip nervously as he glances toward Wullan.

 

K'rin moves forward following along behind the radiant Weyrwoman at a casual stroll, he doesn't appear to be overly concerned about this yet, although a warning glance is sent in the igenites direction as he comes to a standstill he crouches down to rest on his haunches, eyes track back automatically to fall back on Wullan.

 

T'paz settles down on his stool, leaning on his knees with his elbows, not saying much.  Not that he's at a loss for words...he never is, but here, there's different focus needed.

 

Llynth> Isabeth prepares for her journey by tossing aside the last drained corpse, pulsing even more golden than ever, her teakwood hide liberally laced in fiery tengwar-like patterns which flash brightly in the twilight skies.  One queen to rule them all, one bronze to woo her, one flight to bring them all, and in the darkness fly her.

 

Llynth> Isabeth spreads her wings and launches upward, soaring higher and higher yet above the Weyr.

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) watches closely, and sees the gold tense her muscles.  With a blink, she's away, like an arrow into the sky.  He flexes his steel-hard muscles, pushes the ground away from himself violently, and with one downstroke of pounded bronze wings, is airborne.  The muscles of his powerful warbuck shoulders tense and flow with the ease of long practice.  His sword-like talons slash the air with facile ease as he pursues.

 

Llynth> You spread your wings and launch upward, soaring higher and higher yet above the Weyr.  The ground tilts half-dizzyingly below, but somehow that doesn't matter now, oh no. . .

Llynth> High above the Center Bowl

Llynth> High above the center of Fort's Bowl, the vista of the mountain range surrounding the volcano spreads before you in all of its rugged beauty.

Llynth> The Weyr encompasses you in all directions:  towards the east is the landing area and Star Stones, and below them the lower caverns.  Along the western curve lie the feeding pens and, further on, the weyrling barracks.  Northeastward, Tooth Crag overlooks the Weyr; from there downward is the Weyrleaders' complex and the hatching cavern.  The lake glitters far to the southwest.

Llynth>   It is a summer evening.  A refreshing breeze laces the hot, gloriously blue skies.

Llynth> You see Isabeth here.

Llynth> Obvious exits:

Llynth> Northeastern Curve       Southwestern Curve

Llynth> Kolyath wings speedily up from far, far below, feeding pens forgotten.

Llynth> Kwaith wings speedily up from far, far below, feeding pens forgotten.

Llynth> Astath wings speedily up from far, far below, feeding pens forgotten.

 

Llynth> Llynth's neck lifts, head drawing up as he follows her progress into the heavens. Tempering his take off 'til just the right moment when he isn't fighting for airspace with the others, the bronze clenches talons into the earth, tenses, bunches his haunches and then NOW! Up he bursts, rending earth and fodder in his explosion upwards. Wings sweep up and back, thrusting down as he gains forth. My precious...

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) wings speedily up from far, far below, feeding pens forgotten.

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) watches closely, and sees the gold tense her muscles.  With a blink, she's away, like an arrow into the sky.  He flexes his steel-hard muscles, pushes the ground away from himself violently, and with one downstroke of pounded bronze wings, is airborne.  The muscles of his powerful warbuck shoulders tense and flow with the ease of long practice.  His sword-like talons slash the air with facile ease as he pursues. (repose)

 

Llynth> Kwaith clenched claws into the beast he'd just drained and now watching the Gold break into the sky he pushes forward and up. Keeping below the other launching males before twisting his body up and after the gold.

 

Llynth> Astath's track the movements of the gold and seeing her rise he crouches down building the tension in his body until satisfied he releases and springs skywards after his target.  Powerful wing strokes take him upwards as fast as he can manage.

 

Llynth> Kolyath sweeps up dramatically with the rest, and once aloft he casually drops that last bit of herdbeast he'd been sucking clean. His wings wide and mighty, he feels confident in many things. In particular, he's sure no one else will note his poor etiquette, fixated as they are -- and as he may be -- on Isabeth.

 

K'rill cants his head to the side, chin bowed at an angle. His gaze darkens slightly, before gaze slants across the length of the weyr to note Wullan's placement. Raggedly, he draws in a breath, releasing it slowly at the next moment. His gaze lingers here and there on her form. Red. Why does she always have to wear that red? Fingers begin to tug at his shirt, pulling it from his skin. "Little warm in here." Really?

 

Llynth> Isabeth finds the rhythm of her wingbeats sweetly intoxicating, rising fast and free, wraithlike, above the weyr.  Ululation explodes from her throat, deepening shrill bugling her campaign to the weyr far below, even as she climbs higher, advancing in a wide spiral as she banks and turns, weaving her golden web of destiny.

Wullan's breathing becomes more rapid, her crimson bosom rising and falling in time with her lifemate's wings.

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) keeps his eyes fixed on the queen, following her dips and turns as closely as any tracker ever could.  The air seems to be fighting him, responding to the power in the queen.  She's calling the very thermals to her.  With valour and sheer agility, he executes a tight barrel roll that dodges a down current, and serpents his way around a sudden updraft. 

 

Llynth> Kolyath charges after, quiet, focused -- though chagrined by Isabeth's turning and weaving so soon into the game where another gold might lead them on a long, steady road instead. His quiet gives way to a roar.

 

Llynth> Kwaith is trying to use the agility he gained in trying to imitate the greens as a weyrling to sweep around the group twisting and turning behind and toward the gold. His chest is full of breath and the rumbling breaks into an answering bugle for just a moment before he pulls himself in and saves the breath for the rising flight.

 

Llynth> Llynth strives through the gauntlet of followers, companions, a fellowship of males with one purpose in mind. Wings lift and fall in the ever-relentless beat that is destined to gain him after her. So much power exists in that gold. So much. The responsibility... Pink-imbued bronze lists to the side, slipping 'tween a pair of browns with near elvish agility. Not King yet.

 

Llynth> Astath keeps powering onwards after his target, wings beat steadily and swiftly eyes intent on one thing and one thing only he ignores everything else outwith his immediate vicinty or path he climbs content to gain the height he needs for now.

J'bal has placed the glass somewhere for it no longer rolls between his finger and from hand to hand. He's crouched on the floor now, licking his lips slightly as he watches Wullan's crimson ... well ... ahem.

 

K'rill really wishes Wullan wouldn't persist in her heaving, it simply is far to tempting a place to rest his gaze -right there on her chest. Jays. He tugs the tails of his shirt from his pants, fluttering it slightly to get more air against his skin.

 

T'paz hears the comment about warmth, and he truly hadn't noticed.  Compared to Igen, this place is a Cold Cave.  He does, however, take off his riding jacket and set it on the floor.  Lots of unfamiliar faces here.  No problems.  Igen's kept him busy enough.  He rolls his shoulders, and tries to stay focused, seeing with 2 sets of eyes, of course.

 

K'rin keeps crouched where he is, eyes not wavering from the red clad temptress in front of him.  The only movement in his form is teh tenseing and relaxing of his arms as he watches.

 

Llynth> Isabeth's powerful wingstrokes widen her spiral rather than limiting it, leading not striving amongst the fellowship behind her.  Ignoring the weakly raucous calls from behind, she lets loose with one of her own; this time an insinuating cry that travels not only through the air but also through the mindlink, silver stirrings piercing the souls of those who hear.

 

Llynth> Kwaith pumps his wings in an attempt to get his body somewhere near the top of the following pack of males. His legs tense as he hears the gold's cry and it only pushes him to climb and turn that much sharper. Though he is saving his air, the rumble is still a deep noise deep within his chest.

 

Llynth> Kolyath's sport is a physical one, a strategic one -- passion is left to the younger ones, the ambitious ones. He keeps looking to cut the angles, to shoot straight for the goal. If he misses often, it's all as well; he keeps scrambling back, trying again.

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) feels the cry of the gold travel through him, and quickens his boiling ichor.  He knows better then to waste air on a cry, but his nostrils flare.  He plunges through the wall of shadows and thermals around her, and spreads his wings to full length, adding speed and control.  His eyes whirl red and purple, lidless in the night, watching, calling to the gold...

 

Llynth> Llynth ascends with the rest, his journey nowhere close to be at its end. At the taunt from aloft, he doesn't answer, he simply performs. What better proof in actions? Knightly bronze of an age long past seeking a treasure without measure, a treasure and power without equal. Only the most true of heart can dare survive that touch. And touch it he will... The whisper of a thermal tickles his sails, giving him that extra push, near magical in its presence.

 

K'rill refrains just short of stripping then and there, but does continue to pluck at his shirt in a vain attempt to be comfortable. Yes, a very vain effort at that. Hand lifts to rub over his forehead, nervousness and apprehension show itself once more, He murmurs something just under his breath, releasing a sigh not long after.

 

Llynth> Isabeth feels the urges of millenia upon her now, calling her away to the westering lands, calling her back and away from the effervescent thrill of flight.  Regal muzzle turns from side to side, as she fights her own temptations, then back she turns, wiry frame flitting on a wingtip to dive deeply into the pool of suitors behind - catch me if you can!

 

Llynth> Kwaith thinks of just falling on the gold but instead he drops to one side before driving his body back to the side and into the fray of bodies and toward the gold. He keeps aware of his wings and hers, making sure that he won't hurt either himself or the gold.

 

Llynth> Kolyath barks out an astonished noise, rolling down and out to avoid collision. He follows up with something like laughter, his violet eyes going red, going orange, going green.

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) moves with as much power as his powerful frame will give, after the prize.  He watches the dive, and follows, tucking his wings in close to gain speed.  He angles towards her as she plummets.  He guides his flight with wingtips, til he's a winglength away from her.  There he spreads his wings, and matches speed with her.  The other dragons are irrelevant to him.  He can feel the warmth of her, like the fruits of Laurelin shining down in fiery glory from Valinor.  He matches her wingstrokes, and inches closer, closer...

 

Llynth> Astath figures he's got enough height for whatever he was planning and eyes track the sudden turnabout of the gold he executes his plan.  A few swift beats of his wings bring him spiralling in towards the gold and the pack, he twists onto his back at the last moment before collissions happen to bring him up hopefully underneath the gold and close enough to grip hold, claws reach out, but will his reach be long enough?

 

Llynth> Llynth collapses starboard wing, body slanting to the side, slewwing hard so that from the edge of the brink he is now in the midst of the fray. Bronze gives his wings that one final beat, striving at that last moment to try to touch his precious, take her and keep her for his very own. Kingdoms are won and lost by such as this, and it is a treasure he must have. A trumpet like the Horn of Gondor and a croon of longing delight. He reaches... he must have.

 

T'paz has, unknowingly, risen to his feet from his stool.  His eyes are seeing the gold, and the crimson, and he's caught in that delicious moment of utter anticipation.  Ah!  Who will catch!?

 

J'bal is up, one hand leaning on the wall and his body leaning toward Wullan, breath fast and shallow.

 

Llynth> Isabeth has never felt so lost and yet, so fulfilled, as the crooning Llynth reaches her side and she is engulfed by the mantling wings of the bronze dragon.  Ringing cry of ecstasy escapes her as she surrenders immortality for the love of a mortal, her silvery call piercing those around her one last time before she gives herself to the pleasure and the passion, throwing gold into the fiery furnace that is the pairing.

 

Llynth> Llynth curls himself about her, twinning limbs and minds in such a way that cannot be denied. The bronze manages one triumphant bugle as he carries her as she takes him.

 

K'rill startles, eyes flashing open wide in amazement instead of slamming shut in denial. He draws in a ragged breath. Too much... Too... Wullan. He has no flowers to hand her this time, but she will be showered with them tomorrow. With a force not often witnessed from this rider, he pushes past the others to take Wullan for himself.

 

Wullan's eyes snap back to herself suddenly, the fire of the pair above still evident in their dark depths.  She reaches a hand out for K'rill, without a second glance towards the others.

 

Llynth> Jaspyth(NPC) watches the Fort bronze catch Isabeth, and blinks several times.  He veers away from the pair, and head over to the lake.  Once there, he plummets, full speed, into the water.  Bright purple eyes shine from the depths as the Desert Knight seeks solice in the cool depths.

 

K'rin starts to rise from his crouched position arms going into proper motion for the first time as they reach out as the sensations of his lifemate start to interfere, His eyes are locked on the heaving red clad woman.  Then suddenly she is removed from his sight as high above the gold is swept away in a bronze embrace. He staggers backwards trying to gain control of his senses smackign into teh wall behind him. Muttering something under his breath about finding his weyrmate he staggers out of the weyr.

 

T'paz blinks, as his lifemate does, and then nods.  His cheeks are blazing, and his eyes are wide, but he has enough composure, even now, to return the stool, retrieve his jacket, and stride towards the door.  He does bump the doorframe unknowingly with his shouler as he passes, but otherwise, he's alright.

 

Llynth> Astath misjudges his angle completly and flys right under the gold an out the other side of the pack, with a disappointed bugle he goes into a dive, heading straight back towards fort.

 

K'rin heads quietly out of the weyr, and back to the bowl.

 

Message 63 on *Fort Weyr (#3978):

Date:     Thu Jan 23 00:21:15 2003 EST

From:     Wullan (#16213)

To:       *Fort Weyr (#3978), *Istan Discussions (#3036), and *Announcements (#6560)

Subject:  Fort Weyr Leadership Changes!

 

The Benden red was flowing freely in the Living Cavern on a summer eve, as Weyrwoman Wullan sat enjoying herself, dressed in her favourite red dress.  Outside, her lifemate slumbered, apparently oblivious to the ticking of her internal clock.  Suddenly, the queen arose, heading straight for the Feeding Pens.  Despite her usual crotchety threat to feed rather than blood her food, she obeyed Wullan's command and, blooding her kill, rose in her second leadership flight at Fort Weyr.

 

Following closely behind were Gr'ym's bronze Kolyath, K'rin's brown Astath, K'rill's bronze Llynth, NPC T'paz's bronze Jaspyth, and J'bal's brown Kwaith.

 

The fellowship pursued the golden prize across the skies above Fort Weyr.  After leading them in a merry chase, Isabeth dived down into the pool of her suitors, and was accordingly caught by Llynth.

 

OOC:  Congratulations to K'rill, who is now Fort Weyr's new Weyrleader!  And congratulations to everyone who came out and participated in both the pre-flight RP and the flight itself - without you, it wouldn't have been nearly as fun.  Please note that the resulting clutch will be NPC, although Wullan will be stuck on the Sands for awhile with Isabeth - feel free to come RP oogling the crotchety queen's eggs.

 

Isabeth Regina and her Court Jester Wullan.

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