bowl

Xylyth is the first of the pair to enter, with Kazra a close second. "Slow down." Kazra says with what appears to be an attempt at a frown, but the smile on her lips gives her away. She throws a wave to the assembled dragons, and an extra specail on to Valanth. After all, he is one of Xylyth's clutchsibs.

Valanth trundles sleepily after Xylyth and Kaz, wavering every few steps as if he's considering going back to sleep. The little brownrider and her dragon get a light rumbling as a greeting. Kia trudges along behind Valanth, muttering something to him about being thirsty and dissappears into the living caverns.

Xylyth flops himself down onto the groud, tail curling around until it almost touches his nose. Wings are unfurled, then refurled. Kazra plonks herself down on the ground beside him and starts to examine the straps that are roughly placed about Xylyths body, twisting and adjusting buckles. "Good morning to you Valanth." she says politely, turning her head round to smile at the blue before going back to fiddling with the straps. Xylyth adds his own rumbled greeting.

Valanth daintily lies on the ground, circling once or twice like a cat before deciding to sit. Eyes slowly close, then one suddenly snaps open, watching Xylyth and Kaz. One wing is lazily stretched out, along with a leg on the opposite side in a comfortable sprawl.

<Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth yawns with a sudden burst of saphire, then mindvoice cools back to a soothing light blue. <<So, how's your morning going?>>

<Local> Xylyth senses that he responds with snaking tendrils of green and the scent of leaf mould <<Its has been...interesting. Quiet, but interesting. >> and an image of a large tree is briefly seen before it fades back into a greeny/brown swirl. <<Yours?>>

<Local> Xylyth senses that Valanth shrugs with a ripple of cool teal. <<Sleepy, for the most part. A walk through the bowl is hardly interesting.>>

Suith glides ever-gracefully in from the Central Bowl.

M'er slides from Suith's neck and lands gently on the ground.

<Local> Xylyth senses that he sends ripples of viridian in disagreement, with the scent of leaf mould getting stronger. <<But it is. There are so many things to see and others to converse with. Conversing can be most enlightening.>> and a tendril of jade sweeps out in welcome to Suith. <<Greetings sister>>

Valanth

Rushes of pure azure stream calmly from elongated tail to petite muzzle, rippling delicately among the bumps and ridges that line the journey from this blue's neck, down along his back to the tip of his tail. Peace and serenity joyride until the frothy foams give way to the deep and chilling river rapids that form the aqua of his body as a whole. Swirling spheres mar each of his flanks, whirlpools warping his colours to new depths of tone, lilac laced into watery blues. But as the current softens back along his wings after the fierce excursion through the gauntlet, the tint lessens almost to a near film of ice, clear as the sky above and calm as a summer's day.

Pure bright startling white glares cheerfully against the azure ripples of this young dragons neck. Each carefully placed stitch is alternated from light blue to dark blue mind you only you'll notice if looking closely for it almost blends with the dragons hide marring the lines between straps and body. Securely fastened into the light silverish blue buckles the straps are fitted snugly.

Valanth is 6 months and 12 days old.

He is 25 feet (8m) long, with a wingspan of 41 feet (13m).

Valanth appears to be dozing.

Kazra

Kazra stands tall at her final height of 5'8. Brown hair sweeps back off her face, but there is a new addition to it. Twined among the brown strads are quite a few colourful ribbons, white, red, blue, green and purple. Falling neatly down her back, they reach to her shoulders, giving Kazra's hair a new, colourful look. A small band of leather holds the ribbons and the hair back out of her sparkling blue eyes. Long legs taper upwards to a thin waist, broadening out only slightly to her upper body. Arms are slender and well formed, often gesticulating a point.

Kazra has changed her outfit along with her name, now sporting a vivid orange short sleeved top and a pair of black trousers. Her feet are covered with ankle length black boots that look rather worn, though sometimes Kazra kicks them off to wander around barefooted. Peeping out from Kazra's hair is Pyxis. Wrapped around Kazra's neck is Emmy. Standing tall on Kazra's shoulder is Hawk. Clinging to Kazra's hair is Seine.

Kazra wears the orange and black knot of an Ista Weyr Weyrlings, with a thin ribbon of brown trailing through it to indicate her lifemate.

She is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

Pyxis Hawk

Emmy Seine

You notice Kazra looking at you.

Kazra is 24 Turns and 24 days old.

Xylyth

Rich shades of soil encompass this brown's towering and imposing form completely, intermingling to form fresh shades and fathoms of earthiness where they fuse. Pale coffee tones spill over an angular muzzle and face seemingly carved from the earth, so fine is their detail, before giving way to muddy colourings that diffuse over well built shoulders and stomach, sleek muscle visible beneath silky hide, finally darkening to almost midnight shades at sweeping wings. Woven into these depths of night, as if by unseen magic, tendrils of deepest aubergine thread their way across the tautly spread membrane, surfacing to form cryptic symbols of colour then disappearing from view once more in a ritualistic dance of hide and seek. Continuing the rhythmic flow of colours, cinnamon and chocolate mix and intermingle over powerful back legs, while hints of gold seep into the shade of a perfectly formed tail.

Xylyth's first set of straps are at first apperance, simple well oiled leather, fitting in all the right places. But on closer inspection, Kazra looks to have gone strange with a needle, and purple designs twist and turn in mystical and random patterns. Running down the centre of each strap, above the purple stitching are three thin threads of black, blue and orange, almost invisible against the brown leather unless you look closely. Looks like Kazra's sewing skills are improving.

Xylyth is 6 months and 12 days old.

He is 33 feet (11m) long, with a wingspan of 55 feet (18m).

Xylyth senses Kazra looking at him.

Xylyth seems to be listening.

M'er

A slightly chubby face has been exchanged for a more boldly defined jaw line, thinner lips, and even a larger hawk-like nose. Set by this rather pale face are two large orbs, both a brilliant azure in hue. Long lashes shadow protectively over, and rather bushy eyebrows are arched above. A final height has finally been reached, somewhere around a tall stance of six-foot-4-inches. Long limbs, long legs; he can be described as nothing more than gangling and awkward. Yet, the ever-present childishness reeks its infernal presense around him, always.

Another change calls for another attire, yet again. Orange and black; his weyrling uniform is shown proudly, the colors of the Weyr. A simple orange tunic, a bit soiled in places, due to themany tasks of a day for his lifemate. His pants are as all other ones were: patched with dirt. No, he isn't the best at caring for his clothes. Boots are present, as well, cumbersome and adding awkwardness to his already gangling features.

A simple knot -- though it is different from the stark white of the Candidate's knot. This knot is one of the Weyrling's; a simple loop consisting of orange and black.

He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.

M'er is 18 Turns, 1 month, and 2 days old.

Suith

Silvery sprays shimmer up and down her form as webbing ripples that flash and wane only to swirl and eddy restlessly in the grip of a marine's stormy green. Siren's beguiling allure exists in the bathyl depths that darken her belly's curve, rich and fathomless to submerge her slim tail. Warm, turquoise oceans inundate her svelte form, drenching sails and spars before cascading with liquid grace over the low swell of her muscles, then to plash against the thalassic wave of her ridges. Sunset's gleam turns the shore's sand to gold along the bridge of her aquiline head, kissed with the horizon's rosy blush, and left to the wiles of sea's encroaching tide.

The most simple form of straps: a Weyling's. Brown is the color of these straps; a neutral, boring walnut brown. Even the stiching acorss the straps is completely bland -- ebon traverses in and out of the thick material, the only pizzazz caused by uneven stitches.

Suith is 6 months and 12 days old.

She is 20 feet (6m) long, with a wingspan of 33 feet (11m).

Suith seems to be listening.

Suith traipses in, M'er atop her neckridges. He slids down, massaging the back of his legs. "Suith, honestly, though bony ribs are paying toll on my muscules. Oush." Beam. "Hi, Kazra! How are you doing?" he quies innocently, straightening his pose a bit.

<Local> Xylyth senses that Suith sends a wash of warm, soothing water through, accompanied by the sound of gentle lapping above you; she engulfs your mind completely, it seems. << Indeed, indeed. Greetings, dear brother! >> she chirrups happily. A lapse in words, and then water rushes over you, in her gentle laughter. << You're looking quite handsome, since you're growing and such. >> Flutter.

Kazra turns around from her examination of Xylyth's straps to give a cheery wave to M'er. "I'm doing great M'er, just sorting out these straps. How about you? You look sort of in pain?" And Suith gets a wave from the cheery Kaz as well. Xylyth rumbles at M'er and devotes most of his attention to Suith. Pretty sis.

<Local> Xylyth senses that he 's green mindtones take on the slightest of crimson tinges, before blossoming out again into their full green glory. <<And you yourself are looking quite divine today.>> is said with the soft chuckling of a stream in the backgroud

M'er salutes Kazra and Xylyth appropriately, and then nods. "Weyrling straps. Ugh. That'll have to be something to get used to." Pause. "Why couldn't I have Impressed the big, bulky bronze as I originally wanted? I'm sure he wouldn't be too small and bony." Suith searches through M'er's mind, confirms that he's joking. But, just for play, she does emit a hiss, and then offers a dragonic smile. Suith then reclines gracefully to her haunches, tail wrapping loosely around M'er. She's still watching Xylyth, though, to continue her conversation.

<Local> Xylyth senses that Suith giggles again, turquoise and ocean hues plashing about. << Why, thank you, dear Xylyth. It isn't often that other dragons see the... obvious beauty of me. >> They usually see that she's a primadona, and spoiled. Attention-addict. More water swirls through, << But, honestly, M'er cannot sew, and these straps are not very pretty. Even his robe -- when I chose the dear -- wasn't sewn by him. By his Weaver-friend, I think... >>

"But then wouldn't you be stretched over, trying to fit?" Kazra asks with a slight smile. "Anyway, rub some numbweed into any painful spots, that should work?" she suggests, deciding that talking to M'er is more interesting than examining straps. As Suiths tail coils about M'er, Kazra has to stiffle laughter. "What do you think it is with dragons and tail?" she pondres.

<Local> Xylyth senses that he thinks, emerald dancing with intensity. <<Perhaps he could ask Kazra to do them for him. She can sew.>> and Xylyth does not question this. <<She would sew you lovely straps.>>

M'er sighs dramatically. "I'm too tall... and Suith is not tall... I mean, not tall for a dragon. You know." A little chuckle burbles from his mouth. "Like... Miyakath is atleast twice Suith's size." A shrug rolls over his shoulders. "Less to oil, no?" Blah. Blah. He's not making much sense, obviously. "And, well. Tails. Hmm. Dunno."

<Local> Xylyth senses that Suith sends a wave of brilliant blue out, golden hues like a sunset even showing. Mind.. beam? << Why, thank you! >> she calls jovially. << M'er says he wants /teal/ straps, when we aren't Weyrlings anymore. I think it would look /fabulous/. >> (Aren't you glad your dragon isn't like this? :D) << And our couch is actually pretty, too, except that dye was spilled in a few places. >> Beam.

"Each dragon is their own size." Kazra says the only thing that she can think to say, before she blinks. "Seems Xylyth has volunteered me to do some sewing for you, or so he says." Kazra tells M'er, "Riding straps." And Kazra's expression is a mixture of suprise and delight.

<Local> Xylyth senses that he blossoms in the golden beams, green becoming more vibrant. Tangy lime sweeps around his words as he confidently states <<My rider can do anything.>> And then added <<What ever you wear, you would look stunning.>>

**network crashed, disconnected, log stopped**