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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