Sunday, January 20, 2002
Living Cavern (#400)
Flawlessly carved archways highlight the uniform walls that extend upwards into the cavern's near total darkness above. The night hearth abides beside the largest egress, while along the northern span a handcarved staircase ascends into the kitchens. To the east a dais supports the long Weyrleaders' table; smaller table-boards align the walls nearby. The heart of the room is distinguished by gray flagstone flooring, whose skillfully interlocking slabs have been worn level by the passage of countless bootheels through the ages.
You see Wing Assignment Board, Adonis, and Lady here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Lower Caverns Tunnel Kitchen Game Room
Aryion comes up from the lower caverns.
G'aela walks in.
C'ra comes in from the bowl.
Sullaketh> Outside the Living Caverns
Sullaketh> The jagged rock face continues in its endless quest around the great oval bowl. Lava-pocked and mineral-rich, the walls climb ever up in their attempt to touch the sky. The black maws of dragon weyrs dot the curved wall at odd intervals, where brilliant flashes of draconic color brighten the sober backdrop of granite and mica. Below stands the entrance into the living caverns, its archway honed to perfect symmetry and smoothness by ancient techniques long since lost.
Sullaketh> Although the rain has retreated from its constant falling, satisfying itself with a nightly shower instead, the days have not yet started to warm up, winter keeping its chilly grasp on the Fort Area till the very last.
Sullaketh> You see Riaeth, Calevath, Alemi, and Drustanth here.
Obvious exits:
Sullaketh> Central Bowl Southwestern Curve Hatching Grounds Living Caverns Ground Weyr
Sullaketh> Sullaketh is settled off to the side, sitting upon her haunches and meticulously sharpening a talon upon a jagged bit of rock. *Screeeeech-Screeeeeech* Again and again and again.
Sullaketh> Drustanth glides in, zigging and zigging in sharp increments, before letting C'ra dismount and dance into the Living Caverns. Then, swirling blue eyes look about as blue head swivvles this way and that. For a moment, they sit transfixed on Sullaketh, before Drusanth appears to chew on his lower lip. Sliding, cautiously, looking (or trying to) non-chalant, Drustanth makes his way towards teh green. A mental flash of a sheepish smile, then the stormy voice that belongs to the blue echo's out to the green << Hi, Sukkie, >> he says with a -FAR- too jovial tone... << Um... whatcha' doin'? >>
*Click* *Clack* *Clicky-Clack* That would be the sound of the sweetstick in Taire's mouth as it is moved by her tongue from one cheek to the other and back again. Fingers, meanwhile, seem to be busy tracing sigils in the remains of her untouched mushed tubers. Dinner was set before her, but she seems to have a stomach for something less healthy, if that candy in her mouth is any clue.
Dancing, circling almost, C'ra makes her way in from outside, laughing mostly to herself. Broad smile paint's the woman's face, just as a slight blush colors her cheeks. Upon arriving in the -MIDDLE- of the Living Cavern, and -NOT- at the klah pots, C'ra twirls around giggling, before stopping just as she starts to get dizzy. A broad wave is given, with an exuberant greeting! "Heeeeellllll-OOO! everybody!" exclaims the bluerider, giggling again, before sauntering over towards teh klah pots. There... she pours two mugs... not one. Blue eyes dance about, as a sly smile crosses C'ra's face, before the bluerider actually saunters over towards Taire. "Hey! You need _WARM_ klah, not that cold stuff you've got there. Mmmmm! Tubers? Can I have some?" asks C'ra as she just reaches out with a fork and takes a bite.
G'aela raises an eyebrow at Taire, chuckling, as she walks into the caverns. "Let us be glad our mothers aren't here," the woman says to her with a wink as she moves to pour a mug of klah. "Aryion! Zeya!" she calls to the smiths with a wave. "How are you both? Have you been posted here, as well, Zeya? Pleasure to have you at Fort." A blinkblinkblink goes toward C'ra. "Did you steal V'ria's wine, bluerider?" she asks with a chuckle and wink as she slides into a chair, reaching in habit to flip non-existant hair over her shoulder.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh continues her ministrations, sharpening that singular talon rather meticulously. Its a long moment before she can draw her attention up and away from her work to eye... Dru. << Yes? >> Fairly dripping with scorn. << Is there something I can help you with? >>
"We can grab a bite to eat before heading down to the hold right?" Aryion asks over his shoulder as he walks into the cavern with Zeya. "I'm not too hungry but they have some great meat pies here and the sweet rolls." Smiling at her once, he turns to survey the crowd. "Gabby! Hiyas.. na.. Zeya's at the hold, just up here for a bit." He pokes Zeya in the side, and points out his other friends. "C'ra, want you to meet someone.. Hiya Taire.. see you have another sweet stick." Laughing he heads over and grabs up a pie and some klah before moving over to take a seat at their table.
Sullaketh> Drustanth stares intently at Sullaketh's talon. << That is looking very sharp... >> he comments quietly, before looking back at Sullaketh with that sheepish grin. << Um... you wanna go do something? Like... um... dodge between the trees flying really fast? >>
Sullaketh> Calevath relaxes in the bowl, but he hardly lazes. Instead, his large talons rest over several pieces of wood as he works to pry them apart. Eyes, however, turn toward the blue and green as he rises to greet his clutchsiblings. <
Taire brings up a finger doused in tubers, her head quirking to the side to watch as it slides down here thumb 'til a *ker-plop* back with the rest. Languid gaze slowly makes its way to C'ra, "Mrm..." Sweetstick is plucked from her mouth. "Sure, have it all." A flashing smile just erupts across her features. "Good?"
Zeya walks in to the cavern, closely behind Ary and nods, "I don't see why not." a bright smile, "I'm rather hungry." She shakes her head at G'aela's question, "No. Fort Hold. I'm just staying for a bit till my room gets squared away." She rubs her side and crinkles her nose before pacing over to the serving table and grabs a plate of fruit slices and a mug of juice. Ah yes. Food. She plops down next to Aryion, plate and mug deposited on the table, she hooks and arm through Ary's and waves cheerily to everyone. "Hello." beam.
C'ra looks over her shoulder innocently at G'aela before grinning widely. "Aye, I did. But I was gonna split that with 'Nial when he's got a chance to talk," comments the bluerider flippantly. Wait? C'ra admitting to actually going to -HAVE- wine? Then she waves a hand almost dismissively before giggling, "I haven't had wine in quite -SOME- time, G'aela..." she says, before turning to blink at Aryion. With a yelp of joy, C'ra jumps up, dropping her fork behind her and rushes over, trying to throw her arms around Aryion! "Ary-Smith!" she exlaims with a giggle, before C'ra looks over at Zeya with a broad smile. "Hello, I'm C'ra... Drustanth's lifemate... Aryion and I were candidates together!" she says, grinnign broadly, before looking at Taire. "Oh... they've had better. But they are worth eating! Mmmmm... I should get somethign to eat. I'm hungry!" C'ra, looking around starts to wander away, looking for food.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh flexes her forepaws before crossing them one over the other, and then dropping down to pillow her head upon them. Wide, sedate-spun eyes watch the blue pair mildly, almost distracted. << It could be cooler. I'm so dreadfully hot. >> Her tail flickers once in an undulating motion << I have something else in mind, Drustanth >>
"Ohh," G'aela replies to Aryion with a grin. "Well, whatever the case, it's nice to see you again. And how is SmithCraft Hall faring these days?" Calling to a drudge, the bluerider orders some breakfast before returning attention to the others. She laughs lightly toward C'ra. "Well, you guilty little trundlebug, you. You could have saved some for the rest of us!" she chides before winking. "How did the talk go, and shall I order us more?" She pauses to look toward the smiths. "Would you two stay, if it were for a bit of wine? Surely such a festivity of you being both being on the same continent again would benefit from the partaking of a nice, fresh Bemdem/
Taire pops the red and white spiraled sweetstick back in her mouth without further ado, managing to smile about the candy that peeps from between her lips. Finger returns to his mushed tuber swirling, around and around and around it goes. Now, she speaks about her 'stick, "Wine? Mind pouring me a bit? I'd be so in your debt."
Sullaketh> Draconic eyes grow wide, and the blue Drustanth almost seems to blush! << Oooooooo... >> exhales the dragon with a breath. << What did you have in mind? I can show you how to spin in the air to touch your tail.... >>
Aryion grins over at Zeya and places a quick kiss on her cheek before getting tackled by C'ra, grinning brightly as he hugs her back. "Hello to you too C'ra.. this is Zeya.. my.. um.." Shards.. with a slight blush he continues. "Zeya is posted at the hold, but is staying up here till her room is done." Shrugging he casts Zeya a helpless look. Well.. what is he suppost to call her.. his girl? Sipping his klah he turns to G'aela. "Just was back down south looking at runners again Gabby, and came back with Zeya here." Grinning he turns to peer with raised brow at Taire. "Taire.. how you doing my friend?" Last time he saw her she was contemplating shapes in the ceiling.
Sullaketh> Calevath looks excited at Sullaketh's words as his brisk metallic voice, like the clanging of harsh bells, meets their ears again. << Perhaps you both would be willing to join me in an adventure? >> he suggests as the shining blue does his manly strut toward them. << I have heard tale that a shimmering, jeweled wine glass lurks in a far off mountain at 'Reaches. If we're back by night fall, perhaps our lifemates would not notice. >> Double-lidded blinks go toward his brother.
Zeya blinks and takes up her mug. Sip sip. A curtain of auburn falling across her cheek. "I know. I saw you Impress." she states brightly. Oh, a fruit slice. Munch munch. Attention drawn to G'aela, "Just the normal sort of smithy things." wine?... Hmm. She glances over at Ary. Blink. Sip. Forget the wine a moment... What's wrong with Taire? Icy orbs slide from rider to rider and a small furrow forms on her brow. Please let this not be what Ary mentioned earlier. Let this be one of those times that Zeya is very very wrong. Back to Ary. Ah well. We can talk about that later. Her brain dances back to the wine, "I... Umm. I really don't drink." munch munch sip.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh rocks her tail back and forth once more, the spaded tip fluttering at the end. << So many adventures... >> She seems to be warming to the suggestions, as evidenced by the low thrum of her voice -the inner one. << So many things to do >> A flicker of brightening << However shall we decide? >>
Blue eyes blink as C'ra looks around blankly with half a meetrool in her mouth, joining the other that is already there. "Uhhhh?" she asks, with a mouth-full. Chewing frantically, C'ra gulps down the food, before scurrying back over to Taire and her deposited klah. "What? Well, I've still got that. Haven't talked to 'Nial yet... What are you talking about, G'aela?" she asks, then turns to Taire, pointing. "Ooooh! Yes! Let's -DO- have some wine!" Standing up on the table, C'ra starts waving her hands, finally calling over a drudge. "We want some good Benden Red! Well aged... we're celebrating!" With a nod to the drudge, C'ra turns back to the others and winks. "I don't know -WHAT- we're celebrating! But it sounded like a good idea!" she comments, before hopping off the table in a full fit of giggles!
Sullaketh> Drustanth blinks back at Calevath, and seems to pout slightly, before looking at Sullaketh. Seeming to chew his lower lip again, Drustanth seems indecisive for a moment, before just blurting out, << Well, whatever you do, Sullaketh, I want to do it with you! >> *Gulp!*
G'aela grins toward Taire. "Of course not. I've hardly gotten the chance to have a glass with you all," she replies before turning toward their candiefriend. "Found something besides a runner, Aryion?" she asks with a chuckle and wink, before realizing her own thoughts and words, and she breaks into a small blush. She nods and smiles toward the female smith as she grabs a few glasses. "That's fine. No one here will pressure you." A peer goes toward C'ra. "I'm talking about Benden. It's a fermented fruit drink. Would you like some?" Then, realizing the bluerider /did/ understand,,, somewhat, she chuckles and slides her chair closer, more wary, now, of C'ra than Taire.
Taire darts a hand up, that would be the hand with the finger that was just a moment ago plunging into her mushed tubers. Duck! A globs of tubers is lobbed wherever. "No! Wait!" Mumbled, so she plucks the stick from her mouth. "How about the sparkling kind? You know, it tickles your nose when you drink it. I so like that feeling. Makes me giggle." She turns adoring eyes onto C'ra, pleading for this little boon.
Sullaketh> Calevath ponders Sullaketh's words for several moments. << Well, I would hate to interrupt, and Drus approached you before I, and his activity should not take long. So I will be patient if you wish to learn to chase your tail, green lady, and then perhaps the three of us and more can venture our way to the icy mountains. I assure you, if your lifemates worry, that the trip will be safe. >>
Blue eyes widen as he takes in Taire's attitude and the strange behavior that is coming over Gabby and C'ra. Uh oh. Looks like Sukie is going to rise sooner rather then later. Aryion leans over and whispers in Zeya's ear. "I think Sukie is going to rise soon." Grinning, he turns back toward the riders. "Oh.. a celebration? With Benden Red? I'll have a glass if you all don't mind." He'd be a fool to pass on good Benden with everything he has heard about it." One arm goes around Zeya's shoulders as he continues to grin. "Aye.. you have that right there Gabbs.." Leaning over he gives his girl another quick kiss. Klah gets sipped, yet the meatpie gets pushed to one side, ignored.
Lyrn walks in.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh darts her head up to regard Dru. << If you can do that thing you described before while we go on our adventure, I'd be so very happy. And maybe teach me, if I like it? >> She then drops her head back onto crossed forepaws. << Are you two not dragons? Can't you do more than one thing at a time? >> Cooing, cajoling, << I would have imagined better >>
Zeya tugs her hair over her shoulder and braids and unbraids it a bit. Figeting. Mug is clasped once more and she sips her juice, eats a fruit slice and sips her juice again. Nod nod. Good. Zeya is content to feign obviousness. Yep. Easier that way. She looks about the room and leans her head on Aryion's shoulder. Hair loosed again, waves dangle of one shoulder, tedrils hanging about her face. Sniffle, a puff of breath to blow the offending tendril from her eyes. A small blush at Ary's words. Shard it man! Can't she atleast pretend to not know what's going on?
How could C'ra resist that sort of look from her Kinda-But-Not-Really-Little-Sister! They're not related... but Taire -DID- say she thought of C'ra as a big sister. So, C'ra just -GRINS- and -GRINS- and -GRINS-. "The sparkling kind? Ooooh, I've never had that!" she exclaims before starting to dart off towards the kitchens, pausing as she looks at Zeya's hair. "Ooooh... I used to have long hair... braids look good on you. I just had a runner tail. Should have put it in braids... but just the runner tail is all I did. But then, it was rather easy to keep it out of the way when I was sketching and working over the loom or sewing... I still do weaver stuff now... I like weaving..." C'ra blinks and frowns... her train of thought suddenly derailed, as it were. Looking around, C'ra straightens and wanders away, leaving Zeya mercifully alone.
Sullaketh> Drustanth just -GRINS- at Sullaketh. Still mortified that he spoke out as he did, but nodding his head furiously to what Sullaketh suggests. Heh. Girl. She talked to him. Heh.
Lyrn stalks into the cavern, peering intently around for...shells. Not there. Not that the weyr was empty all together. Without so much as a nod to those gathered, she welcomes herself to a mug of klah and settles her back against the nearest wall. To listen, watch, make a snide comment here and there...but mostly to wait. Perhaps she would appear if she waited for a bit, after all, she couldn't be expected to linger in the living cavern /all/ the time. Eyebrows are raised as she glares at C'ra's turned back. Oookay. "Riders." she grunts simply, shaking her head and sipping at her klah.
G'aela overhears, she thinks, Aryion's words and turns quickly toward the smith. "I honestly doubt it friend, for right now the green is resting with our lifemates in the bowl, behaving... for once." She chuckles and winks as she nods, grabbing another glass. "And one for Aryion!" She can't help but send a laugh toward C'ra, shaking her head and leaning over toward Taire. "Should we pull her in to see the healers, rider?" A wink goes to C'ra before she raises a hand toward the newcomer, and usually shy G'aela calls over to Lyrn. "Greetings! Join us for a glass of Benden... or... bubbly stuff." With a grin, she grabs another glass, as if not giving the girl another choice.
Sullaketh> Calevath sits up and stretches once again. << Aye, I can do more than two things at once, Lady Sullaketh, and at the moment I am tiring of sitting here. Teach the green your trick, Drus, and then perhaps we can go on our travels? >>
Taire is once more putting the sweetstick in her mouth. The girl demures at C'ra, "Awww, that is awfully nice of you. Sweetie." She reaches a hand up as if to rub the back of it along C'ra's cheek. "Bubbly stuff is /so/ much fun and you are such a delight today, C'ra." Smile flickers to G'ae, "Oh, she is perfectly fine. No healers... just a glass of whatever." And no, Taire did not catch Ary's words. Nope, did not.
Sullaketh> Above, Kizokuth glides away from Kizokuth's ledge, drifting upwards on a current.
Aryion shakes his head at C'ra's words, chuckling at her comments. His arm settles around Zeya's waist, pulling her just slightly closer to him. Sighing he lays his head on top of hers briefly before turning to raise his mug at G'aela. "Aye.. one for me as well." A worried glance is cast in Taire's direction, a look of concern flashing across his face before he hugs Zeya tighter and smiles down at her.
Sullaketh> Above, Kizokuth furls wings and dips delicately down to land outside the living caverns.
Zeya sits quietly and blinks at C'ra until she departs. A look cast over at Aryion and she picks her mug back up. Sip. Nothing wrong... Everything thing's fine... G'aela even said so... Heh. Why does that not comfort her any? A hand rises to tuck her hair behind her ears and falls softly on to Aryion's, giving a squeeze before entwining her fingers with his. She looks over her shoulder to peer at Lyrn. Well. Not a rider... Hrm. BAck to sipping. Atleast she looks busy that way.
Sullaketh> F'ox slips off Kizokuth's back with a sigh.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh continues to rest her head upon forepaws as she casts a glance to Dru. Why does he smile to her so? And if its one of those toothy smiles, whey does she feel as though she is about to be eaten. << Certainly, Calevath. You are certainly antsy today. >>
Sullaketh> Drustanth just smiles at Sullaketh... before blinking and lifting his head to look around. << What? OH! >> Drustanth looks carefully around before turnign his head towards Calaevath. << It is not a trick... it's a ... secret weapon. >> Puffing up his chest witha slight look to Sullaketh, Drusanth turns back to the other blue. << You cannot be hit if they cannot tell what you are going to do next! And they will -NEVER- expect that of any dragon! >> Whoever -THEY- are. Grinning sillily back at Sullaketh, Drusanth shivers from his head down to the tip of his tail. Heh. Girl. She's looking at Drustanth. Heh. She's talking to Drustanth. Heh. Girl. Pretty girl.
Keryna comes up from the outside tunnel.
C'ra spins around in circles for a moment, before stopping facing Taire and bowing extravigantly. ""tisn't a problem for my Dear Taire!" she comments, suddenly remembered of what she is doing. Reaching out, C'ra grabs the nearest drudge, scaring the poro thing. "And that bubbly stuff, as well! We want it to tickle out nose and make us giggle! So make sure it's extra bubbly!" Glancing around, C'ra lowers her voice with a sly grin and a wink, "And if that means you need to shake it up, by Faranth, do it!"
Lyrn gestures lightly to her Apprentice knot, shaking her head slowly. "No, I'd rather not. Besides, I think the prospect of being sober among a cluster of drunken riders is becoming more interesting with each passing moment." she hesitates though, noting that she is, after all, the only Harper present. No healers, either. And /definately/, no Masters. "I...well. Hm. Perhaps I'll have a glass. One won't do me too much damage." she reaches out to recieve the drink from G'aela, her lips twisting into a coy smile. "I doubt any of you will even remember this in the morning anyway." At least, you'd better not. Faranth knows all she needs is another lecture and /more/ chores. Again, the extravagant movements of C'ra are caught out of the corner of her eye, and again she grunts, rolling her eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a clever idea after all.
F'ox finds the time to emerge from his cavern, er..weyr. He's been doing something about redecorating for some reason and hasn't come out save for the usual duties and care to Kizokuth. Secretive yes, but not unusual for the infamously shy rider who's demeanor has only improved somewhat since weyrlinghood. "Heyla." He murmurs in faint greeting as he wanders towards the food tables, looking evidently for something a bit more substantial than the snacks and bits that he keeps up in his weyr for emergencies.
When the drink arrives, G'aela fills glasses for those who have agreed to one--and for those who haven't been given a choice. "Everyone grab a glass so we can give a toast! Who wants to give the toast?" Perhaps C'ra isn't the only one who isn't sure what they're drinking /to/. As F'ox enters, the bluerider waves to him, grabbing another glass and pouring some drink into it. "And for the bronzerider as well!" A nod goes toward Lyrn as she shrugs and grins. "More for us! And, at the moment, I am sober, but thanks for the observation." Grining, then, she pushes the glass Lyrn-wards, pointing to the other full ones for everyone to take.
Rayna walks in.
Aryion pulls a full bag of sweetsticks out of his pouch and passes them over to Taire. "I thought you might want them so I got you some when I was down south. Enjoy!" Lyrn is given a nod in greeting before turning just in time to catch F'ox's entrance. "F'ox.. one of the few former candidates that I have yet to catch up with. Nice to see you again, my friend, I hope that Kizokuth is well." He leans down and whispers a few words into Zeya's ear before taking a few more sips of his klah. Grimacing he looks around, "C'ra are you getting the wine or is it Gabby?" Smiling tendering he looks over at Zeya. "Love.. would you like to take a few sips of wine when I ever get my glass?" Ah... there it is, he raises he glass. "A toast did you say?"
Rayna walks in, looking around shyly before noticing Lyrn. "H..hey..L..Lyrn," she stutters out, finding her companion who obviously snuck off from one feild trip or another. "T..t..told the j..j..journeyman I'd come get find you," she stutters out, before face goes blank as she watches the girl take a glass of something apprentices should not have from a rider. "Lyrn!! What are you doing?" she exclaims, losing some of her nervous stutter in her shock.
Zeya wants to know why Ary's smiling. Is this funny to him? She sure doesn't think so. Here's an idea... "Why..." her word whispered. The rest of the thought remaining unspoken. Don't draw attention to yourself. Let the rider have at each other and she'll just... Well, she'll do something... eventually. Sip. Fruit slices munched quietly. Zeya really isn't a shy person. She's just /very/ frightened at the moment. Another glance at Lyrn... so much for a normal person there... she seems almost anti-social. A small furrow returns to her brow and she looks about the room. A small frightened thing ready to run. Visiting Ary is looking less appealing... She always knew weyrs were bad places. A shake of her head, "I don't think so." Even if it is starting to look appealing to get sloshed, no. Zeya doesn't drink.
Sullaketh> Calevath 's whirling eyes look back toward the lazing green. << I am mostly... Well, after I rest. It's the beginning of a new day. >> He just offers a draconic smile to Drustanth. << Well, weapons are a benefit, clutchbrother. Perhaps you would teach me, as well? >> That metallicv voice then greets the bronze. << G'day. Would you care to join us in an exploration at 'Reaches after Drus and Lady Sukie have learned tail tactics? >>
F'ox raises a brow at the exhuberant and apparently inebriated greeting from his clutchmate, shaking his head as he grins. "Ah..toasting? Erm, toasting what exactly?" he asks as he wanders over, nodding to Aryion as well. "Good to see you again, been too long. Thank you, Kizokuth is well. Full of himself as always, but behaving today." Meaning he's not in F'ox's head nagging him.
Taire giggles as she removes from her seat, the sweetstick moving into the opposite cheek. "Bubbles are so very, very nice. They tickle my nose and make me giggle and..." Didn't she just say this not all that long ago? Ah well. She reaches for one of the glasses offered, tittering with giggles at just the sight of it. "What were we celebrating again?" She seems to be a touch behind what is going on.
"Oooooooohhhhh!" exclaims C'ra with delight! "Harpers? Do you have music to play with you? PAH-LEEZE!" asks the bluerider with bit... BLUE puppydog eyes... before blinking and turning around! "OOOOOH! F'ox!" C'ra frantically looks around, before nodding as if to reassure herself. Scurrying over to the bronzerider, C'ra tries to gently direct him into a chair next to Taire. "Now... " smiles the bluerider, "You just sit right there. Wine, or bubbly stuff is yours... and you'll need some food. Yes! Food is good." C'ra pauses, tapping her lower lip. "Ooh, yes and sweets!" C'ra pauses with a blink. "Oooh, Aryion has done that for us. Okay... food!" C'ra scurries off and starts piling _EVERYTHING_ onto a plate, impossibly high, before turning around and sniffling slightly. "I am -NOT- drunk! I haven't had wine in AGES!" she comments before trying to balance the mountain' o' food back to F'ox!
Lyrn starts suddenly, the glass at her lips sloshing a bit onto her vest. Shards and shells. Like a wher caught in the light, she freezes for a moment before shoving the drink back towards the rider. "What?" she demands loudly, as if Rayna's exclamation hasn't reached her ears, "This isn't redfruit juice! This is liquor! How dare you.../tempt/," Yeah. Tempt was a good word, so she repeats it after a slight pause, "TEMPT me with this awful stuff? Hmm? HMM?" she slams the glass down on the nearest table before casting an innocent grin around the room. "Ah, hello, Rayna. Fancy seeing /you/ here. And...I don't sing." she adds for the benefit of C'ra, the local loony toon.
G'aela nods toward Aryion as she raises her glass, only to put it down again as the next person enters. "She's joining us in a celebratory toast! And would you like to, as well?" Again, the bluerider doesn't wait for an answer as she begins to pour. Her eyes then grin toward F'ox. "Oh, well, you decide! I was thinking for Zeya, for being able to join Aryion at Fort. Say a few words, F'ox." Poor guy... She laughs toward Lyrn. "IT's not nice to lie. Lying is bad, and will get you in horrid trouble," she replies.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh lifts from her lounging position, head quirked to the side as she just /stares/ at Dru << Secret weapon? >> Tail thumps yet one more time, causing a bit of snow to rise up and scatter about her haunches. << How very strange? How would you use that as a secret weapon again? >>
Rayna just blushes and tries to hide. She isn't a harper really. And she doesn't want to sing. Especially not in front of all these people. Dragonriders to boot. Nevermind half of them have heard her play already. "Eeer. We did come here for a feild trip Lyrn. T'see some of the murals. To write songs. Why else would Master Caitlin let us come?" Girl frowns then after hearing G'aela's words. "Y...you..you just lied to me Lyrn?" she asks, the hurt obvious in her voice. With as few friends as this shy girl has the last thing she wants to hear is one of them lying to her.
Sullaketh> Girl. Heh. Pretty girl! Drustanth stares at Sullaketh for a moment then blinks with a faint draconic blush beneath his blue scales. << HOw would I use it? Well... if I told you, I might be forced to kill you, just to keep that part a secret.... >> he comments, hoping to sound like he's joking... << But, since it -IS- you, Sukkie, >> Drustanth says, nearly giggling before stopping himself, << I'd use it for fun, or ... or... >> Drustanth stops staring at nothing. What _WOULD- he use it for?
Keryna goes home.
F'ox looks just a touch overwhelmed as he's yanked about, shoved down and presented with food and drink. Trying not to spill his glass he fights down a bad case of the blush again before clearing his throat. "Ah.. G'aela, you know I'm a man of few words." He's learned to talk more since impression, but he's notably not a wordy fellow. "I think though, that congrats for Zeya are in order then." he remarks, nodding over towards her. His eyes flick over towards Taire for a second though, the color in his face increasing and heck he hasn't even had a sip yet!
Sullaketh> Calevath blinks once more toward the other blue. He's getting quite good at that. << You could use it to trap someone! >> he suggests with a pounce toward a weyrbrat, who giggles and pats the blue's muzzle. He wraps his tail lightly around his little friend, who laughs as if he is being tickled. << And they are at your mercy. Wish to give it a try, Drustanth? Just do not hurt Bagon. He's like a young dragonet. >>
Taire is dazzled, and probably quite a bit of it has to do with C'ra and her yelling and scurrying and just plain being everywhere at once. Enough to make a girl dizzy, and rightly so. Sweetstick is set to stir within her glass of bubbly. You know, enhance the flavor, give her something pretty to look at, basically get her mind off of things. And she is looking awfully vacant. So, she drinks and celebrates... whatever it is they are celebrating, and with great relish. *gulp-gulp-gulp* Blinking eyes and a lifted empty glass, "More?" A hiccup, and then her gaze casts down to. "Oh, Hi, Fyne." Quick. Perky. *Hic*
Aryion sips his wine smiling at G'aela before looking over at his girl. Expression and overall demeanor is noted and he tightens his arm around her, leaning his head down to whisper some more in her ear before returning his attention to the riders. "Aye.. she is only here for a few days before she takes her position as Fort Hold smith, of which I am grateful. It will be much easier trying to convince her to handfast to me when she is just down at the hold instead of down in Xanadu." Grinning he leans down and kisses her softly, eyes full of love.
Zeya sips her juice, looking about the room. Hrm. Two Harpers guarding the exit... she's a smith. She can make it. A bit of muscle is all it would take... sip. She takes up a palmful of fruit slices and munches... working the plan out in her head carefully. A blink as her name is spoken and she blushes a bit. Definitely got to get out of here. Well. Let's she's have at it shall we? She pushe sup from her seat and brushes her hair out of her eyes, "This has been absolutely lovely. It was nice to meet you all. I should go make sure my things are still packed." not that they would unpack themselves... but it was a good enough excuse as far as she's concerned. She leans over and gives Aryion a soft kiss on the lips and a whisper in his ear and she goes... jogs... ok, runs for the nearest exit. Been fun... in the scary sort of way..
Zeya heads deeper into the Weyr's lower caverns.
C'ra looks between Aryion and Zeya repeatedly with a blank expression before a glowbulb seems to turn on above her. "Oh. Ooooh. OOOOOHHHHH!" C'ra smiles broadly. "Congratulations, ARyion! I didn't know you were in love!" Giggling, C'ra reaches for a glass then stops, eyeing Fyne for a moment before nodding. Lowering her voice some, C'ra -tries- to sound serious, "Very good indeed, Fyne... " Then, the smile is back, and C'ra is saying between giggles, "Oh, just kiss her good and get it done with!"
Lyrn waves a hand absently towards G'aela, tut-tutting. "No no no, don't listen to her. She's drunk off her rocker, she is. Just like that one." She indicates C'ra with a flick of her wrist, "She just doesn't show it so much. Poor thing. She probably didn't realize the mistake when she poured the wrong drink." A yellow shark-tooth grin fleets across her face as she turns away from the rider, and towards the nearest tapestry. "Ah, yes, lovely...aren't they? Which is your favorite, hm?" Changing the subject. That was always good. "I like that one over there, I believe." The one waaay over there. Far away from G'aela. "Yes. Very nice. Shall we get a closer look, hm? I can almost feel a poem coming on. Really." she takes a few steps in that general direction, gesturing urgently for Rayna to follow.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh's eyes grow awfully large, << Could you? Could you really? >> A wanton glimmer of carmine seeps through her eyes, only to disappear once more. << What about a beast? Could you use it to catch food? >> Her tongue darts out, fleetingly, and a rumble in her tummy gives hint to some kind of urge. << I am so very... hungry. >> She turns one of those deep-eyed waifish looks onto Kizo, and then Cal... just to make sure they get the hint.
"Ye don't come to the weyr often?" G'aela asks Rayne as she settles back in her seat, still waiting for F'ox's toast. "Well, in that case have a drink! I won't tell the MasterHarper." She looks at her friends. "Will any of you tell?" She grins and raises her glass at F'ox's words. "Here here!" she replies before taking a swig. She signals a drudge over. "We're taking the day off," she tells the woman. "So you aren't. Make sure our glasses stay full." She calls a goodbye to Zeya before laughing at Lyrn's words. "Dear harper, this happens to be my first glass, and I've only had one drink of it, but good try."
Sullaketh> Drustanth doesn't get the hint, but to show off for a GIRL! << To catch food! >> perks up Drustanth! Then, up, up he goes! Drustanth is -NOT- letting this opprotunity be missed!
N'cion walks in.
Sullaketh> Calevath normally would fidget at the thought. Trapping a herdbeast? But.. they're... oh! How he hates to harm them. But something has come over them, and he nods quickly. << Of course, m'lady! If it's a herdbeast you want, my brothers and I, I do believe, will assure you that it is a herdbeast you shall receive! >>
Rayna just drops her jaw at G'aela, almost indignant. "I will do no such thing. Harpers do have rules you know." Poor goody two shoes that she is. Her gaze flickers towards Lyrn and she frowns. "Don't pull this Lyrn. I..I..I've seen you do this enough to the Masters. You can get in trouble for all I care right now." Senior apprentice looks insulted and tries to escape out of the room, but before she leaves her head almost snaps as she notices one mural and just stares at it a few moments.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth settles after dropping his rider off, curling up slightly on the ground before the entrance like a giant speed bump. Coolly swirling eyes turn towards the others gathered here and the great bronze head tilts in mimcry of his rider. << Hungry? The pens have many tasty beasts in them. I was there not long ago. >> Not too specific, memory is just a bit foggy after all.
Sullaketh> Trip to the Pens…
Sullaketh> Feeding Grounds
Sullaketh> Drustanth walks towards the feeding pens, attracted by the noise.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth walks towards the feeding pens, attracted by the noise.
Aryion returns Zeya's kiss and watches openmouthed as she departs. Wine gets drained in one gulp, before he holds his glass out for someone to refill it. "Could I have a refill please.. anyone?" Grinning broadly he nods at C'ra. "Aye.. been busy since I left the hatching sands.. got my journeyman knot and my girl. Just got to convince her to 'fast to me now.." Sigh. Thats the hard part. A passing drudge has heard his request and refills his glass to the top. "My thanks..." Taking a few sips he sighs contently before settling back to enjoy the company and the fine entertainment.
Taire frowns. All the hub-bub, and nobody is gonna give her some more bubbly wine? "Uh? Uh? Halooo? Did someone forget about me? I'd really like something here? Now. You know, more /wine/." Sweetstick is wobbled around in exaggeration, "Please?"
Sullaketh> Alemi flitters towards the feeding pens, attracted by the noise.
F'ox gets a slightly twitchy look at Taire, knowing as he does that she's been edgy as of late but it seems like she's hit the other end of the spectrum since the last time he saw her. "Ah, you've been...celebrating too, Taire?" he murmurs, sipping at his own glass instead of pounding it down. Being the sober one in a group of drunks is either amusing or frustrating, depending on how long you have to actually stay sober.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh sits just outside the pens, eyeing the beasts within. << I'd like to see you do that, Dru >> But she is going to make it interesting. Without warning, she launches over the fence, swooping low over the beasts to get them good and riled up, before dropping and /Slamming/ into the ground, smashing one such bovine. Now, the herd is rolling its eyes, mad with fear. << Try it now >>
C'ra squeals in delight! "Ooooh! Ooooh! I wanna do the dress!" she exclaims bouncing up and down. "Oooh! Oooh! Lemme! Lemme! Pah-leeze!" But then, that is all forgotten as Taire speaks up! Nearly tripping over herself, and several -OTHER- people, C'ra dives for the bubbly stuff, whatever it is called, in an attempt to fill Taire's glass and quickly! "Oh, yes! MOre ... um... stuff. Yes." And no, C'ra has -NOT- had a sip of wine yet... nope!
"/I've/ never had to live by rules," G'aela informs Rayna with an exaggerated sigh as she lounges in a chair. "Except for during candidacy... and that long bout of weyrlinghood," she adds with a wave of her hand. Eyes dart toward the entrance, where she spots another familiar greenrider. "Drudge, pour a glass for N'cion, amd make sure it's too the brim! And don't forget about Aryion's glass over there." Poor, overworked drudge... "And then Taire. And oh... Ary, you're going to ask her to handfast you? That's so /sweet/! Buy her herdbeast." Okay, so those weren't G'aela's words, and she doesn't realize she's said them as she relaxes into silence for another moment, sipping her wine.
Enter the Menace. Looking somewhat scruffy, as he's growing back his beard. He figures that if he does, they'll fixate on shaving him rather than doing other evil things. A decoy and repellent. N'cion eyes the group. Drunk? Uh oh... N'cion fears.
Lyrn places a firm hand on Rayna's shoulder, her jaw set and her brow furrowed. "Ah, that's it, Rayna. You tell her!" She glares pointedly at the rider, Gaela, "She's right, ya know. Harpers have values, but I forgive you. Just so long as you don't try to slip another drinkey under my nose, hm? ...And pull this? Pull what, dear Rayna? I must say I'm a little hurt that you seem to think I'm such a /dreadful/ person. I mean, really! Drinking as an apprentice! If Harper has standards, than so must I!" They just aren't /on/ her right now. Probably in her other purse. Her eyes flicker to find the point of Rayna's interest, which she pauses to stare at for a bit too, only with a good deal less feeling. "Hm. Yes. Very nice. Would you like a bit of /real/ juice? Non-alcohalic?"
Sullaketh> Drustanth jigs in past Sullaketh, grinning broadly at the challenge, flying low over teh beasts, nearly brushing them with his trailing talons. << I can do it!! > he exclaims, before blue wings beat twice, and his head and neck point upwards, gaining altitude. Then, without warning, tail trails back, and neck bends to tuck it, the entire blue dragon body starts spining in air... this is going to be close... Does Drustanth have enough room to turn like that? Will he hit the ground....
Rayna frowns and pulls her shoulder away from Lyrn, stutter showing up in her words as she gets stressed again. "Don't touch me and leave me alone. I'm going to find the journeyman and go back home. Don't want to be them," thumb jabs at the drunk riders. "And I don't want to be around you when you are causing trouble. At least here. Cause trouble at healer if you want. Riders are nice."
Sullaketh> Maraith walks towards the feeding pens, attracted by the noise.
Aryion hides his grin at C'ra's actions behind his glass of wine. "Aye Gabby.. I am planning to.. but I think I can think of something better than a herdbeast to give her.. thats what the runner is for." Eyes widen as the Menace arrives. Hand is thrown up in a wave. "N'cion.. good to see you again, you are yet another member of our former candy group that I have yet to speak with since I have been back." Head turns to look toward the lower caverns.. he really should go and check on Zeya.. but, he will stay here just a little while longer.
Taire smiles sweetly onto C'ra, as she pours her some more bubbly wine. Never mind that quite a good deal of it sloshed over her hand, puddles on the ground, and basically makes everything awfully drippy. "Ohhh, I'm such a clutz." *hic* And she slurps from the glass, only to set it next to Fyne negligently. "And you dote on my so, C'ra. Just a dream come true. Delightful. Warm. Fuzzy. Red." A frown. Is C'ra red? She acquires the same puzzled look as G'aela, before the full effect of a flashing grin is set to Fyne. "Hi." Didn't she already say that once? "Have some wine." Like from her glass right there.
Sullaketh> Calevath gives a shocked glance to the green as she frightens all the herdbeast, then dismissing it with a sigh and flick of his tail. << Look at that nice plump one over there, Lady Sukie, >> he remarks. << How would you like that one, hmm? >>
F'ox tries to do something about the mountain of food C'ra piled in front of him, only his appetite just dies as Kizokuth gives him a flash of what he and his clutchmates are up to over by the feeding pens. Just not the sort of thing to make eating enjoyable. Probably why Kizokuth did it anyhow. He blinks as another glass is set down beside him and he turns to regard the really sloshed greenrider. "Hmm..sure." If that'll keep her from having more. F'ox needs to loosen up a bit. Reaching for the other glass, he takes a sip of red and tries not to choke on it.
R'kan wanders into the living caverns, still adorned in the dress he had worn days before, eyes carrying that sparkle which just smacks of something lecherous and delightful all at the same time. Giving an eye to the clot of people, the man adjusts his skirts, smiling as he approaches. An eye is given to F'ox and Taire, then to C'ra, then to the wine... and he finally realizes. "Shards, you're smashed." And proddy, but that's usually a dangerous thing to say so bluntly.
C'ra grins at Taire, reaching out to ruffle the girl's hair. "Anything to dote on my little sister!" she says then blinks as she sways back and forth... "Whoa.... Drustanth! You're making me dizzy!" Then, of course, C'ra starts erupting in giggles. "That's fun!" she exclaims before she stops abruptly and looks over and the harper girls with a sniff. "EXCUSE ME? You think Harpers are the only one with morals? Fah! Obviously you do not get out of your little conclave much, do you!" C'ra sniffs and puts her hands on her hips. "Why, we weavers epitomize morals! I cannot -BELIEVE- that you would think such a thing about us!" Why... that sounded rather ... SOBER!
Sullaketh> Sullaketh tears at her kill, rending the hide to ribbons and the meat to nothing much more substantial. Her tongue dashes out to lick some of the spilt blood from her muzzle as she watches Dru and his acrobatics. She shoots a comment to Cal << Get your own. >> Ohhh, getting a little short, are we?
G'aela decides she doesn't like this Lyrn girl and turns away with a grimace. Lied about her, she did. She might get Cal to /eat/ her later... 'cept Cal hardly even likes herdbeast. Speaking of herdbeast, she blinks towrad Aryion, forehead furrowed. "Well, I would hope so. That would just be... odd, smith. And ohh! How clever!" At Taire's look, the bluerider still smiles and shrugs, kind of... unknowing, still. Her glass raises to R'kan. "Care for a drink, as well, bronzerider?" she questions as she motions to the bottles. A sigh passes the bluerider's mouth as she murmurs, "It's ony a herdbeast, Cal," and shakes her head, taking another drink. Eyes only dart toward C'ra, enjoying the entertainment, not bothering to get diplomatic for the time being.
"Well, with your permission, Rayna, I suppose I'll have a drink after all." Lyrn spouts greasily, sniffing. "And /not/ all riders are nice. They certainly aren't very good actors, anyway." She looks pointedly at G'aela. "I suppose I'll see you later. Have...fun." Then it's a b-line straight back to the abandoned glass. A sigh hisses through her teeth after the first sip. Peh. Somehow, someday, she'd simply /have/ to get Rayna a bit tipsy. The girl didn't know how to have fun. No longer destracted, Lyrn's full attention can be turned back onto the riders, and it is. "Ah. Looks like he had a few /before/ the party." she remarks quietly upon R'kan's entrance...and then she spins to face C'ra. "Some Harpers morals, and I'm sure some Weavers do too." she pauses to grin, yellow teeth glistening slightly, "I never said I did, though." Or did she? Oh well.
Some harpers HAVE morals*
Sullaketh> Drustanth growls as he manages to just dig his talons into the ground, rather than his entire body coming out of that tight circle. Red eyes swirling... Drustanth reaches out to the closest heardbeast grabbing onto it. He missed! In front of a -GIRL!- Now he's just angry.... Looking back at the green, Drustanth sits a moment, then bites into his own herdbeast, watching Sullaket the entire time. << -I- can catch my own >> he comments, trying to draw Sukkie's attention away from Calevath.
Riders are nice? Rayne's been talking to all the wrong (right?) people, then. In N'cion's experience, the nice ones are the minority. "Err, hi Aryion. Heard you had come back with a new knot." he says evasively, making his wary way towards the plastered people and offering a careful salutation. "Hi folks. How are y'all?" Sloshed, it appears. A redundant question, perhaps.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth peers at the running animals for a moment before he leaps up high and all but hovers for a second before he comes down with the pull of gravity, letting sheer weight do the work as he goes *WHAM* onto a herdbeast. Well, that's one way to do it. Splatters a bit though, he's not exactly a lightweight. Still, there's enough left for him to bend his neck down and lap up the red flow.
Aryion can't seem to stop glancing toward the exit to the lower caverns that Zeya disappeared down. He nods a greeting at R'kan, before finishing his glass in one gulp. Standing, a bit wobbly, he bows towards the riders. "Gabby, Taire, C'ra, F'ox, N'cion, I leave you to your wine and your sport. I must go and see to my own lady fair." WIth a elaborated wave of his hand, Ary quietly departs for the lower caverns.
Sullaketh> Calevath watches Sullaketh for a moment before nodding quickly. << That I will, green, and I do hope that one is to your liking. >> He dives toward his own herdbeast, purposely finding one thinner than Sukie's, his teeth finding its neck, eyes turned toward the green only for a moment; then his attention focuses on each male in turn, as if weighing them out. Drus will have more agility, the bronzes less... Time to do some measuring now, as men do so well...
Aryion heads deeper into the Weyr's lower caverns.
Taire hiccups once more. Its not so much the alcohol she has been getting fed, but other intoxicating things. "Thank you, C'ra. You are so very..." Her eyes get all kinds of big, dominating her pixie-face. "Ohhhhhh. I like that." Exactly what she is liking, is left up to the imagination. *hic* A hand waves to N'cion, fingers fluttering and wriggling in exaggeration. "Come and celebrate with us Menace. Sullaketh is blooding her kill. She is gonna rise soon. Like, real soon." A wobble and she tugs off her riding jacket, "You know, its awfully warm in here... so many people... so much..." Wobbling steps draw her towards the exit to the bowl.
Sullaketh> Maraith falls from the sky, landing on top of a herdbeast with a loud thump. Although the epitome of masculinity is at the shallow end of the intelligence pool, his mind finally doggie paddles towards the other side, natural perceptiveness noting the one thing that usually penetrates his dense skull mass: shiny. Ooh. Well, he can't let a squashed thing go to waste. Biting out his victim's throat, he gulps blood, spitting out a drained piece of meat afterwards. He needs the energy -- not the leavings.
F'ox wipes at his mouth before waving Aryion off and greeting R'kan. "I'm not drunk, the girls are." he explains, leaning back with what was once Taire's half filled glass. "I think they're trying to get me to that state though, care to join in?" He's feeling a bit warm, but that's all so far - even if he hasn't managed to eat much yet. He nods in agreement about the temperature, opening up his jacket front a bit more then he straightens up and watches the greenrider totter off. "Oh..real soon is it?"
Rayna frowns a bit at Lyrn, but says nothing. Girl won't get drunk, won't break the rules, won't have fun. Not gunna, no way no how. C'ra's outbreak startles her though, and the girl who is sensitivie to criticism, just stares a moment, looking hurt, shocked and horrified, before running out.
Rayna goes home.
Blue eys narrow, and in two steps, C'ra is before Lyrn and one hand has reached out to remove the glass from the Apprentice's hand. "I don't know what it's like at Harper, but at Weaver Apprentices aren't allowed to drink," she says in a deep, very serious... angered tone. Without hesitating, C'ra takes the glass and smashes it against the ground. "Go back to your journeyman, little girl! You are not old enough to even know wisdom when your friend smacks you in the face with it." Then, wiping her brow, C'ra turns, arching an eyebrow over at Taire... and the other dragonriders... "Sullaketh is rising?" she asks with the hint of an innocent tone... "Ooooooh." C'ra purses her lips, swaying on her feet, though she doesn't seem to realize it. Licking her lips, before working her jaw, C'ra walks over to N'cion... "I've been mean... I"m sorry," she comments, before trying to slide her arm into N'cion's... as she wavers... "Oh... I"m going to fall...almost.." she comments.
R'kan accepts the wine from G'aela, never one to decline a woman's offer, and sips delicately. The caverns can now witness exactly why Karnie doesn't drink much -- a light flush is already creeping onto his face, even after the first cup. Nodding sagely at F'ox, he sighs. "If I tried, I wouldn't keep with you for a while. Though I'd certainly be delighted with helping you while I'm still concious." The grin he puts on is sparkle-pretty and inviting, but a silent message from his lifemate informs the poor bronzerider that he will not be the focus of F'ox interests soon. "Taire. Well... that certainly makes good sense." At least she's doing the smart thing -- making sure her senses are at least a little dulled.
Another chair is pulled over to the table as G'aela smiles toward N'cion at Taire's words. "Yes, do. I'll pour you a glass if you wish. I see the drudge hasn't... She looks quickly toward Taire, blinking, the nodding, then looking worried and leaning over toward the greenrider. "Are you going to pass out? Do we need to take you out for fresh air?" Worried look goes to C'ra as well. "And don't you pass out, either!" A smile goes to R'kan and then a chuckle as she shakes her head, forgetting about her possibly-fainting friends and closing her eyes as she takes a few more drinks.
"Is it just me, or does Aryion talk funny." N'cion muses aloud. "Makes it sound like you're doing more than just getting drunk." he observes. "Err, I don't drink wine." he declines politely, halting by the table. "Wait a minute. Blooding? Rising?" Uh oh. First glance is to F'ox. "How're you holding up, Fyne?" he manages solicitously while scooting away from Taire. It's times like these that he's glad Amnerith's a green. Though the best one would probably be a neuter dragon. Ah well. "Err. That's all right, C'ra. I was kind of rude, too." he admits, taking the arm to steady her. "Maybe you should go lie down." Sage advice.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh drains the carcass of the bovine dry, relishing every last drop. But she is in no way finished yet. As the herd makes another run past her still form, a foreleg lashes out. You know that talon that she was so painstakingly sharpening before, it easily embeds itself in the belly of the bovine. Not even a breath later and she is drinking the blood that escapes. A flicker and a release, leaving the dead bovine to lay. << Now for the adventure... >> Wings unfurl from her sides, flutter once... a moment as she digs her hindtalons into the dirt. Haunches bunch, a tense, and then the dragon is launching powerfully into the skies with nary a glance back to her companions.
Taire casts a quick glance over the people in the room. You know, fleeting. "I'll just be out here, for a moment... you know, trying to cool off or something. You know..." A pained glance to Fyne, another to C'ra and she is scurrying out.
Passage to Ground Weyrs…
Ground Weyr
R'kan walks into the ground weyr from the outside.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth had busied himself quietly on the side, snatching frightened herdbeasts as they run past, scattered by the other feeding dragons. Like he'd been taught and instinctively he goes for the throat instead of wasting time and energy in pouncing, sucking the corpse dry with a dainty neatness that belies his size by comparison to the green that's got such an attractive glow to her. Muscles tense and bunch, waiting the right moment as he fills himself up with the envigorating life fluid. Tangy, tasty, metallic, it's exactly what he needed for this moment. << No greater joy to an adventure than the path one takes to reach the end. >> Great bronze wings unfurl to full width and with a whoosh of displaced air, his tensed crouch springs him upwards like the charge of a lancer towards the front lines, a knight in pursuit.
G'aela walks into the ground weyr from the outside.
Sullaketh> A rumble softly escapes Drustanth's throat as the blood runs down the inside... and the outside... hot, fresh blood... For a brief moment, Drustanth closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation, before he turns his eyes on Sullaketh again, watching her. Oh, he -WILL- show her how well he flies! He will show them -ALL- how well he can fly! << Adventures... >> his deep, stormy voice echos, as his mind whirls and swirls and zigs and zags... already planning how he will show what -TRUE- flying should be. And as Sullaketh leaps into the air, Drustanth follows, legs propelling him up, even as one wing dips drawing him to the side, then the other wing dips, rocking him to the other, then he shifts his weight, darting to his left, before a sharp turns draws him back to the right.
Sullaketh> At the green's movement, Calevath's attention returns her way, widening at the talon-action, impressed. A glance goes down to his own talons before he shrugs and lashes out for another beast, quickly swallowing the red liquid. At Sullaketh's words, he hardly pauses, realizing now, however, that the group will not be taking a journey to 'Reaches. His usual joviality has diminished somewhat as those metaliic wings quickly spread, his attention focused on acquiring this new challenge. Occasional glances pass toward the others as the treasure remains in focus, wings lashing against the air in the attempt to succeed in this journey.
C'ra walks into the ground weyr from the outside.
Sullaketh> Maraith drains another body, tongue running along his upper maw with relish, a sensual desire a knife's edge between tactile pleasure and driving his teeth into warm, beating flesh. << Hello little girl, >> his mindvoice purrs, the gunmetal lines of his hide etched into the image of his words. << You venture too far from your path, little one. >> Deep gravel and warm velvet meet on a playing field of death and preliminary to wicked deeds, the bronze's muscles tensing, clutching, and releasing. Liquidly down his hide, they disappear -- Maraith is suddenly airborne, an initial smooth push propelling him against winds and whatever resistance the air has to offer.
Taire seems to have made a detour. Instead of staying outside, she seems to have wandered her way towards the ground weyrs. Odd really, or maybe not. Lacking her jacket, she seems to still feel a touch heated, within and without. "Anyone bring my wine?" And what happened to her sweetstick?
Sullaketh> Fresh blood gives uncanny speed to your launch and rise into the sky high above.
Sullaketh> Below, Drustanth sweeps away from the feeding grounds' bustle and blood.
F'ox followed in concern originally. Yeah, concern that's the reason. But then a gasp leaves him as the dizzying sensation of double vision hits him, the overlay of Kizokuth's launch into the sky following Sullaketh almost making him reel for a second before a look of resolution crosses the young man's face. It's not something you see on him very often, but his pace quickens as he follows the greenrider, slowing as they finally gather in the groundweyr. Glancing down into his hand, he grimaces as he realizes he never did put the drink down. "Here, take this one. It was yours anyway."
Sullaketh> Below, Kizokuth sweeps away from the feeding grounds' bustle and blood.
N'cion is dragged along. Don't want to upset C'ra. And she's got a stronger grip than it looks. He sort of flinches as he crosses the threshold into the Ground Weyr. Bad memories. Err. What now? Escape as soon as C'ra releases him?
Sullaketh> Sullaketh plunges into the skies, heedless to those following her, heedless to the pull and drag of the wind over her body, heedless to all of the forces that abound, except that which brings her to this point. Exhilaration. Pure, unmitigated need. Desire. And the will to be free of it all. Philosophy aside, she strives for the heavens with each body-shuddering wingbeat. Ever higher and ever after.
C'ra doesn't slow for an instant. Instead, she seems to have picked up speed, despite being latched onto N'cion. Dodging rocks here and there darting back and forth in a very -NOT- straight line, doesn't seem to have stopped C'ra's speed any. "Taire!" she exclaims, running in, pulling N'cion with her, completely having forgotten him, as she rushes up to the green rider... "Are you..." BLINK! Sway... C'ra's eyes close and she gives a shudder as Drustanth launches up after Taire's lifemate... "Oooohhhhhhh...." she says dazidly.
G'aela paid good money for those bottles. She hardly left them behind. The bluerider sways into the ground weyrs with the rest of the group, setting the bottles on a table. "I couldn't hold a bunch of glasses, so we'll have to pass these around, I suppose," she tells the other riders, voice nearly returned to its usual introspective murmur. After a moment of silence, she shakes her head and picks up the glass to take a long swig, deciding, then, to perhaps hide in a corner or against a wall. Knowing that these are her friends, however, she just sits down in a nearby chair, playing with a bottle. All hers. A dazed glance goes up to N'cion. "Why're you here, huh?"
R'kan walks into the ground weyrs, silent, unnoticed, more a veteran of flights than most, or all of the people here. Gripping his elbow with a tense hand, he falls into a seat on the ground, making certain that the skirts are carefully arranged around him. The lifemate of the big bad wolf is wearing a dark blue dress. A delicate hand smooths skirts in an easy, used-to movement, eyes watching the younger folks with a few blinks, a few stares. He is very, very quiet.
Sullaketh> Wings strain agasint the wind, pushing Drustanth's body as fast as they can go. The added strain of sharp turns, seems nothing to the fragile bones of the blue expanse. Drustanth -IS- going to show what he can do! And this he does! Desperately trying to get above the green, Drustanth decides now is the time for one of his very sharp, turn on a mark, nose-tip to tale-tip loops! Nearly nipping at the tail-tip before him, Drustanth's back arches with the agile loop, dropping some behind, but that doesn't bother the blue. Not in the least! Instead, he pulls out of the loop, to dive down, and then the speed of the dive is diverted as blue wings spread again, pulling Drustanth upwards, towards the green again!
Taire ogles the drink in F'ox's hand. "Thank you." Her fingers brush his as she reaches for the stem, curling about and then drawing the partially filled glass to her lips. The girl takes a long, not-quite-soothing pull from the contents, downing them immediately. Glass is set aside, and forgotten about. Wait. Blink. "What is /he/ doing here?" A tremulous finger jabs in N'cion's direction. "You're responsible for him. Make sure he doesn't... you know, screw things up."
Sullaketh> Kizokuth feels the enthralling pull of the glowing form pulling away before him. While he's flown before, his blood had never flowed so hot, so fiery as it does now, pounding through his veins and allowing more freedom and strength to his wings than ever before. The cool kiss of air speeding past is like a caress along his hide, using the currents to carrying him aloft and after the speeding forms before him and those in his wake.
Sullaketh> Calevath , for a moment, may appear to have been left behind, smaller, more lithe blues, and even these agile bronzes, gaining wind before him. Yet the truth rests that Calevath has discovered, after surveying the challengers, that the moment's tactic rests with swimming against the air beneath the dragon army, wings slashing with grace, threatening to beat against tall trees' foliage. After several yards have been caught, the green returns to his view as he sweeps upwards, a trumpet blasting from his lips to signal his approach. He has seen the lady, his intent returning to saving her from the approaching "savages" Tail slashes against an oncoming blue as his intent pushes him onward.
Sullaketh> Maraith whips his tail out, thrashing a small brown in the muzzle, a violent, vigilant red in his whirling eyes making certain that the bronze keeps his impetus, inertia going heavenwards, and gravity-defying. A low growl begins deep in his throat -- the bronze is hubristic enough to goad himself onwards, strengthening his resolve and his energy. Climbing higher, higher, his rise is hardly one of great speed, rather great stubbornness, fighting against forces of nature and physics alike with sheer strength.
F'ox relinquishes the glass and tries to shake off the frisson of tingling nerves that runs down his back at the touch of Taire's fingers. He smiles but backs off slightly for a quick glance to see who else is about, looking startled at N'cion's inclusions. "No getting any funny ideas here." he mutters at his clutchmate, somewhat ruffled at his presence as if the whole situation is making him edgier than normal. Familiar faces all around, but reassuring on the overlay of Kizokuth's pursuit.
N'cion reaches out to steady C'ra again. Hmm. Maybe he can make a living just keeping people vertical. (When things get horizontal, he's outta there) "Um. Her idea." he points at C'ra. "Amnerith isn't chasing Sullaketh. They're both greens." just to make things clear. In case someone didn't know already. "Mee? Screw things up? How am I going to do that? I was just dragged along for the ride." Poor choice of words there, perhaps. "I'm just going to stay over here." he promises.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh is alive upon high, reaching to expand her sails. Gossamer, tenuous frailty fills with the very air, cupping it with a lover's embrace... only to force it down and away with a fiery negligence. She is done with it for now, only take take another wingfull. Again and again this repeats, 'til she broaches the line of the clouds and surpasses it. A trilling note undulates from deep in her throat. A clarion call, if you will. << Ride with me! >> Come into her thrall. She turns upon pinion's point, darting away and to the side with a fey glimmer. Chase.
C'ra blinks at Taire, spining around in a circle before noticing N'cion with a yelp. "What? But how?" she asks, having just let go of his arm. Then she shakes her head and starts giggling... "Ooooohhhhhhh!" she exclaims, spinning in a circle. "I -LOVE- to fly! Flying is what I was -BORN- to do," she exclaims, though, they are not really C'ra's words. Then, she yelps, and ducks out of the way, only to walk a sharp half circle before giggling again. "Ah-HA! Try to slash me again!"
G'aela appears confused at R'kan's silence, looking at him with a furrowed forehead, still quiet herself as she offers him the bottle. At Taire's words, Gaby gives a pitying look toward C'ra, shaking her head. She looks toward N'cion as if she didn't hear his words. "N'i's not here, if that's who you're looking for, but would you like some of the wine, greenrider?" She scratches her head then shakes it at C'ra. "Relax, bluerider, or you'll be too exhausted and regret it in the morning" comes her mumbling words before she points to chairs, smiling return. "Sit, people, relax, drink, tell stories..."
Sullaketh> The blue Calevath slashed at was Drusstanth, but Drustanth is smaller... more agile... ducking, the other blue manages to move away from the tail, diving beneath Calevath's belly. Then, with red eyes whirlying and a very pleased grin, Drustanth beats his wings, and pulls up sharply, passing before his blue companion, to chase the green above Calevaths' back now! Head tilts downwards, watching the green. << Ride with you? >> he asks, jovial tone to his stormy voice, << I will show you what it really means to fly! >>
Taire frowns at C'ra, heavily. But in the next moment she is smiling at the woman's giggles, doing her best to keep a few in. Infectious, they are. A hand clamps over her mouth, but her gaze is next drawn over to G'ae. Words are voiced, sound rather muffled 'til she removes her hand. "Sit? I don't think I can sit. I need to move.... Move." So, she wanders to the side, moving about R'kan's sitting form, eyeing his dress. Her eyes flash in an uncanny moment of jealousy. Silly, really. "Is it just me, or is it still a touch hot in here." Spry fingers work to unlace the top of her shirt, a finger tucking underneath to pull the front away from her body.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth avoids the battling blues, cutting over them rather than trying for a more graceful attempt of swerving as he's more massive and less agile by far. Still, for a bronze he's a shade smaller, but it gives him added speed that may be a good thing in a green's flight. An edge over other bronzes in this instance. Cunning will come in handy, but he bothers not with the less chivalric maneuvers others try for, bugling a response to the green's calls with an edge of longing and delight in the joy of perilous speeds and cupping wings like blazon shields, he responds to her clarion challenge with an outpour of speed.
Sullaketh> Calevath bugles at Sullaketh's calling as quick-silver wings soar on mountains of air, then slip sofly to carry his broad frame forward. Like a vessel on torrential water the blue eagerly continues in his quest, waiting to discover the successes or failures of Sullaketh's adventure. At his clutchbrother's passing, Calevath merely aspires to surge forward, slashing steel voice calling a return to his friend and challenger. << Surely the fair lady knows how to use her wings, >> comes his compliment. << Look how they glisten against Rukbat... like droplets of dew on a grass blanket... >> Once again, his long tail lashes, thrashing, as he plunges forward against the tide of wind.
F'ox tries to relax and not impede his dragon with his own nervousness, perhaps regretting that he relinquished the drink without another sip for himself first. He feels the heat too. "Yeah, real warm." he mutters, slipping his new riding jacket off and leaning up against a wall. Cheating a little, he tires to use the cool stone to suck the warmth from his skin, hoping to clear his head a bit and calm down. His eyes flick around to the various expressions of his companions, sure that his own is as readable.
N'cion ducks away from C'ra. Whoo boy. Shells, she's acting wierd. A bit too much of the alchohol for her. He edges towards a wall. Just going to hide here in a dark corner. "I'm not looking for N'i. I'm just. Um. Here. Yeah." He's trapped. There are riders between him an the exit. Cough. Cough. He averts his eyes from Taire, turning his back. Ahem. Just a tad bit on the young side.
"Mmmm... Hot..." murmurs C'ra, her eyes still closed. Withint even thinking, her blue jacket is removed, and tossed in a random direction. Then, hopping around sightly, C'ra starts pulling off her boots. "Cool stone, on feet... try it, Taire..." she murmurs, before opening her eyes, not caring that her belonging are starting to be scattered around. Blue eyes dazed, by the experience, something C'ra is completely unprepared for, still look about to see who is here, and she smiles slyly as she sees Taire moving around. C'ra spins around, looking up the ceiling wildly, before stopping to try and steady herself. "Dance... flying is a dance.. move...." she murmurs softly, Drustanth's thoughts echoing through her mouth.
Sullaketh> Sullaketh cants forward spars, drawing them down abruptly. Her body tilts with the movement, angling from up to down in the shake of a caprine's tail, only to change once more as she draws hard to the starboard. Her body tilts, becomming lost in the cloying mists of a silvery cloud, to play peek-a-boo with her suitors. << Catch me. Catch me. If you can... >> A flash of green. << Take me. Take me. If you wish... >> To find her is to hold her. Can they find her in the midst of the cloud? A fey trill is all she leaves in her wake.
A grin goes to Taire from G'aela as she nods. "Move then, greenrider, if you so need to," she replies with a chuckle. "Just don't try flying like C'ra, because I do doubt a human flight might end in casulaties..." She stands, too, pushing up her sleeves at the mention of the heat, and paces. Wine bottle still claims her hand as she walks toward N'cion, eyeing him for a moment. "Growing back the hair, I see. Much better on you, much better..." And with that, she's off again, walking around, and then leans against a wall to eye Taire and C'ra. "You dance, bluerider, we'll watch."
Sullaketh> A dive? Drustanth needs no prodding! Dragons below beware! Pulling one wing in first, the smaller blue starts spinning, then the other wing is brought up against his body, hurling the blue downwards in an almost wild spin. But there is nothing but exileration eminating from Drustanth. Nothing else indeed now! The thrill of the wind rushing over his skin, moves fer others, if any could do! -THIS-! -THIS-! is what it means to fly... but there are times, where there are others things to do... Keeping his eyes open for a flick of glowing green, Drustanth hurls downwards, spinning watching the sky, the clouds... He can catch her. He -CAN- catch her!
Sullaketh> Calevath slips downward quickly, attempting to keep his eye on the temptating shade of green billowing before them. Dark blue body then flashes fluidly upward in hopes to follow her path and surpass those before him. He ignores the calling of his wings, their claims of weariness, as he depends solely on his desires. As Sullaketh slips into the shaded mist, Calevath trumpets after her, surging into the unknown with nary a second thought, whirling eyes beckoning for a glimpse of the green lady, the enigma.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth depends not on mere wings and sight to bring him towards his goal, the lady in the skies awaiting for a knight mayhaps. Lancelot riding to the rescue or at least rising to the challenge. He dives to follow, but carefully as his mass makes it more difficult, but the angle changes in time to meet on a plane, positioning perfect to push forth and gather the green-clad princess if the honor should be his. A ringing call like a brassy trumpet resounds through the air as the bronze dragon calls forth his indominable supply of strength for the final stretch. The other males are met with sword and shield, sharp claws and brazon wings if they should draw too close or crossing his path.
Taire flickers a glance to C'ra, her smile flicking upon dark lips. "Maybe..." Ideas suggested she is so easily susceptible to. So, boots are kicked off, socks are tugged down by virtue of toes alone. The girl's pacing draws her closer to G'aela. And she would pass right on by, if not for a hiccup to take her form. A hand wildly reaches out, only to take a firm grip of G'aela's solid presence -most notably, the bluerider's shirt. But she doesn't seem inclined to leave her any time soon. The girl's eyes go dark, haunted... waiting...
Sullaketh> Sullaketh teases the swirls of mists, hides her glowing bulk in their cloying curls and cloaking darkness. A dead silence... rended only by the calling of searching dragons. She sweeps far to close to a diving blue, his tail slipping over her haunches and scalding her with just how daring that escape was. Her next turn brings her face to face with yet another blue, only to duck and turn and leave him with a trill to remember her by. She has escaped all pursuit! Free! A cry of superiority leaves her lungs, only to be cut-off in midnote. *Thud* A broken call. A sundered cloud. And limb twines with limb. The thrall she wove ensnares her, and him... to fall. With Kizokuth.
N'cion starts sweating. For an entirely different reason than heat. Y'know, only one person here can win the flight. Which means there are going to be losers. Losers looking for someone. Eek. Maybe they can all pair off with each other. Gee. The clothing is flying. "Err. I thought you didn't like the beard. Gaby." he notes, slightly confused.
Aryion snugs Taire! Taire melts into a puddle of purple goo. I feel so loved now.
Taire abruptly pushes away from G'ae, forcefully. There was a moment there when she nearly embraced the blue rider... but... A sigh is wrenched from her body, spinning to the side as she thrusts herself at F'ox.
F'ox meets up with Taire, reaching the way his dragon does for the other. "Mine!" The word echos through his head and for a moment it's uncertain with whom the statement originated from, man or beast. Bah, what does it matter he grabs for her the way Kizokuth embraces Sullaketh in the skies above, tangling together in mind and body.
C'ra stops her spinning for a moment, to look down quickly... "Wow... she's fast..." murmurs the blue rider, before another eruption of giggles explodes from within her! Running a hand through her hair, C'ra grins braodly, some of her senses coming back to themselves as she glances over at Taire... a soft look there... But then, in the next moment, C'ra is twirling out the door, giggling, swaying dizzily... but for some reason, enjoying ever minute of it. Forget the snow.. forget her jacket... forget her BOOTS!
G'aela blinks toward Taire. And then she takes another gulp from her bottle. "Care for some?" She questions, holding the bottle toward the greenrider's mouth. "I don't dance well," she then informs her, pointing with a free hand to the flighty C'ra. Her thoughts are quite scattered. And then her eyes go even more glazed as she returns to chugging from her bottle. She catches herself with the wall at Taire's push before she turns toward N'cion, looking at him for a moment. "Maybe I was just saying that." She replies stiffly and with a nonchalant shrug.
Sullaketh> Drustanth spirals past, Sullaketh, then pulls up, for a moment, before grinning to himself and spinning away... His lifemate needs him now...
Sullaketh> Drustanth turns on a wingtip and slowly twines downward towards the bowl.
C'ra has left.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth pays careful attention to the frenzy of action just before him, blue bodies obscuring the way for a moment and the calls of the lady fair playing in the fore. But as each suitor is cast away, he surges forth to pluck the beckoning green jewel from the skies and gather her into his embrace, twining neck and tail. << Mine! >>
Ack! Looks like somebody finally won. Menace's cue to slip away before anybody tries to track him down. "Err. Okay..." he says, somewhat confused as he ducks out the exit. Eep!
N'cion has left.
Message 8 of 8 on Taire (#4963):
After too many long days of giddy highs and sobbing lows, Taire finally found an end to her torment of being held hostage to green Sullaketh's proddy whims. With much revelry occuring in the living caverns of Fort Weyr --allegidly drunk riders, mentions of handfastings, and assorted other moments of brouhaha-- and the discussion of the dragons over certain aerial acrobatics and how best to use them, Sullaketh finally rose to the skies. She was followed by Maraith (R'kan), Drustanth (C'ra), Kizokuth (F'ox), and Calevath (G'aela).
So, they chased the fey green into the air, as their riders met down in a ground weyr. Never mind that one of the blueriders managed to snag a very unproddy greenrider and drag him with for the festivities. The dragons lost themselves in a cloud, putting on a merry chase after the green. She evaded all attempts at capture, only to be grabbed unawares by a very chivalrous bronze, Kizokuth. Leaving Taire falling into F'ox's claiming arms. And leaving some to wondering, the desires of the riders just might play a part in the winner of a flight... Just maybe...
*Kudos for all who participated, and put up with our spam in the living caverns. Its was fun. Took far longer than I anticipated, but was so very fun!
--Taire and Sullaketh
Sullaketh> Kizokuth dips from above and lands delicately, wings furling.
Sullaketh> F'ox heads into the living caverns.
F'ox comes in from the bowl.
Sullaketh> Nestled in the southwestern curve is an area closed in on three sides by fence and hardwood planks and by the lake and beach on the fourth. Dragons soaring overhead frequently terrorize the stock with their hungry dives and bloody feedings. The smell can be unpleasant, especially during high winds, although the current batch of Candidates and weyrlings clean the pens every few days, much to their chagrin.
Sullaketh> Although the rain has retreated from its constant falling, satisfying itself with a nightly shower instead, the days have not yet started to warm up, winter keeping its chilly grasp on the Fort Area till the very last.
Sullaketh> Obvious exits:
Sullaketh> Central Bowl Lake Shore Weyrling Area Flight Exit
Sullaketh> Calevath struts, head held high, towards the feeding pens, attracted by the noise.
Cool to the touch, stone walls stretch around this oblong chamber to form a wide, arching ceiling. The dragon couch has been deeply padded with fresh, sweet rushes and a quilt of many different colors. The nearby medicine cabinet is fully stocked with numbweed, redwort, and a bewildering array of jars and bottles. Stacks of rolled fabric and bundles of reed strips flank the cabinet on one side, matched by the table on the other, placed for a workstation and regular use. Carefully concealed behind a floor-to-ceiling drape at the far corner of the cavern, a private resting area serves both riders of draconic patients and riders whose lifemates are engaged in a mating flight.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Infirmary
F'ox walks into the ground weyr from the outside.
N'cion steps in from the bowl.
Sullaketh> High Above the Central Bowl
Sullaketh> The winds here pound, ever flowing, carrying limited amounts of oxygen that works to steal away what breath is left from the spectacular view. Though the sight here is not as grand as the one higher up, it is nonetheless a vision to behold. Sapphire gleams upward from the lake's rippling waters, the jewel of the Weyr. Light reflects, adding to the aquatic glitter: in daylight, the sun's rays glint, while night brings pale moons to cast their luminous glow on the waters beneath.
Sullaketh> Although the rain has retreated from its constant falling, satisfying itself with a nightly shower instead, the days have not yet started to warm up, winter keeping its chilly grasp on the Fort Area till the very last.
Sullaketh> You see Lil'Bit here.
Sullaketh> Obvious exits:
Sullaketh> Northeastern Curve Eastern Curve
Southwestern Curve Western Curve Upwards Northern Curve Lake
Sullaketh> Below, Drustanth sweeps strong wings in a steady climb upward.
Sullaketh> Drustanth spirals ever upwards.
Sullaketh> Below, Alemi sweeps away from the feeding grounds' bustle and blood.
Sullaketh> Maraith shoots with uncanny speed away from the feeding grounds far below.
Sullaketh> Below, Calevath sweeps away from the feeding grounds' bustle and blood.
Sullaketh> Below, Alemi sweeps strong wings in a steady climb upward.
Sullaketh> Alemi spirals ever upwards.
Sullaketh> Below, Calevath sweeps strong wings in a steady climb upward.
Sullaketh> Calevath spirals ever upwards.
Sullaketh> Below, Kizokuth sweeps strong wings in a steady climb upward.
Sullaketh> Kizokuth spirals ever upwards.
Date: Mon Jan 21 07:50:56 2002 CET
From: Taire (#4963)
To: *FortWeyr (#399), *Dragonriders (#1463), and
Taire (#4963)
Subject: Sullaketh Rose
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