| Xylyth takes flight! |
| 23/03/2002 Logfile from Harpers-Tale Living Cavern The smooth, rounded walls cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient, lustrous tables run along the axis of the cavern, and at the far end rests the raised dais and high table, where Weyrleaders and honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is embedded into stone: a smoking mountain in black on an orange shield, trimmed in gold. Perched near the food are twenty-two firelizards. Zeja, B'ane, Kia, and Kirienna are here. Obvious exits: Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns B'ane emerges from the depths of the Bowl and immediately is drawn towards the pitcher of water like a moth to a light. Usual pristine clothes are besmirched with dirt and oil, the after results of oiling all the surface area of Aboleoth. Once he's washed the filth off of his hands and taken a few generous mouthfuls of water, he's set to go. Well, even though he looks like a mess. Kazra Kazra stands at a height of 5'8. Brown hair with colourful ribbons twined in sweeps back off her face with a small band of leather holding hair and ribbon back out of her blue eyes. Long legs taper upwards to a thin waist, broadening out only slightly to her upper body. Kazra is wearing a green shirt and dark green trousers. A black belt encircles her waist and her usual scuffed black boots cover her feet.A green wherhide jacket is slung over her shoulder, with a blue sash tied around her waist. A gold firelizard is perched on her shoulder. Kazra proudly wears the orange and black knot of an Ista Weyr Wingrider with an earthy brown ribbon twined through it for Xylyth. The badge of Sunshower Wing adorns her other shoulder. Carrying: Emmy Kazra is watching you! She is a young adult of about 24. She is awake and looks alert. Xylyth> Above, Ftoranth flies in from the east. Xylyth> Above, Ftoranth spirals down to land on the Plateau. Xylyth> Ftoranth spirals in for a landing. And in wanders Kazra, close on the heels of B'ane. Barefooted as usual, the brownrider strolls to the nearest chair and flops into it, offering a cheerful wave to any and all who are already there. "Hey." is her greeting. Chirpy Kaz. Must have woken up. Xylyth> Riyth scrambles up the trail from the beach. Kirienna walks in from the Southeastern Bowl. Kirienna walks to the Kitchens. Zeja sits at a table, feet propped upon it, as she rocks back in her seat. Each entering person is scrutizined as the greenrider files her fingernails...with a knife? Knife waves in Kaz and B'ane's directions before pointing to nearby seats. "You all wanna sit down, huh?" Big grin crosses Zeja's face as she bounces upright. "I got... I got bubblies!" Xylyth> Jozzie scrambles up the trail from the beach. Xylyth> Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, up toward the central bowl. Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, in from the Southeastern Bowl. Xylyth> Ftoranth soars effortlessly in on the thermals, catching the morning rays on his polished brown hide. Don't he look impressive and ready to have some fun? Xylyth> Esmeyath strides in from the bowl, eyes turning toward the beach, and she flutters her wings toward those nearby in greeting. Whirling eyes flicker toward her destination, then toward the males, then toward... Aw, what the hey. She can't turn down the company of a few handsome fellers. So she warbles, stretching. << Good morning to you all... Look at the beautiful Rukbat rising... just for me... >> It's all about her. <Local> Xylyth senses that Ftoranth thinks << morning everyone and gooooo morning beautiful >> B'ane re-rolls the sleeves of his linen shirt to his elbows, as the material is rather loose. "Hey guys, what's all the commotion anyway?" Aboleoth's sudden silence and absence is not exactly a code red, but it is a bit odd. Did someone sat bubblies? "Great, I'm famished." Uniting with his weyrling groupees, bronzerider plucks one from the tray. Ah, not too hot nor cold, the filling's temperature is perfect. Ignore the flaky crust that falls as a bite is taken. Jozzie stumbles into the Living Cavern, looking a bit confused as she looks around the room. The woman is lightly panting as she looks out of breath. "I can't believe it," she says outloud, "Riyth just took off without letting me know where he was going. Something about that he was hungry, but he just ate the other day." Could it be that the bluerider's eatting habits are reflecting on her dragons? No! "Shards, I'm hungry." Watchout! Preganant dragonrider plowing through!! Kazra shuffles her chair closer to Zeja, looking curiously at the knife, and its uses, before grinning at the mention of bubblies. "Good morning B'ane, Zeja, Jozzie." She can put names to faces now, isn't she good? "Hows things?" Questions to fill up time, and to find out things. "No commotion, just bubblies--the perfect way to start a day!" Zeja finishes her commercial with a grin as she, too, snatches on from the tray, taking a dripping bite. "Mmm... Nummy, huh?" She blinks toward the bluerider. "Maybe he's gonna have a baby, too. Here, have some bubblies. They're still hot." Hmming toward Kazra, she slowly returns to her seat. "Well, kinda slight here. I wanted to go travelin' more, but m'wingleader says to 'Stay home, Zeja! Or else!'" She points and barks as she says these words, and then she sighs and leans back in her seat. Xylyth> Xylyth glides cautiously in, before furling dark wings to make his landing. Rumbled greeting is given to the others present, but his eyes fix on Esmeyath. <<And good morning to you as well dear Esmeyath.>> he responds, before adding <<And to the rest of you as well. Beautiful, no?>> And what he is refering to is debatable. [public] has nine persons listening. Xylyth> Esmeyath Xylyth> Rich ebony mixes with forest greens, giving rise to the darkness that colors her wedge-shaped head, spilling along her throat and wrapping around to color the back. Lighter, but still dark, green curls itself in the tendrils of the ebony-green to trace the contours of wingsails, ending in the faintest drops of gold at the tip of each wing. Quickness of color races across the verdant landscape to wrap itself around her the tail, mixing dark and lighter green into the harmony of dark and light. Feet are dipped in such a dark jade as to appear almost purely black, while the faintest twinge of ruby colors the tips of her toes. White-gold glitters along the tops of headknobs, curling to give the shadowed green a glimmering appearance. Xylyth> Gaudily wrapped around the green is a pair of bright riding straps. A shimmering pink outlines thick straps of neon orange. Despite the appearance of the straps, they serve their purpose with sturdiness. Xylyth> Esmeyath has a small tail dye splotch. Xylyth> Esmeyath is 2 Turns and 6 days old. Xylyth> She is 48 feet (16m) long, with a wingspan of 80 feet (26m). Xylyth> Esmeyath seems to be listening. Xylyth> Aboleoth affixes an incandescent gaze upon Esmeyath with a mild concern for the other's presence. Freshly oiled, he may rival the glow of Esmeyath. << It's like any other sunrise that I've seen. >> The bronze nonchalantly begins, << But you look different. >> And I don't think it's the oil either. Jozzie piles food up on her plate. Faranth knows if she is going to be able to eat it all, for a tiny thing she is already. She looks across to Zeja, arching her brow. "Riyth, pregnant?" she inquires. She gives a look of disgust, "That would be gross. He's a male, for Fards sake. And I'd like to keep him that way." See, you're arrogantly proud female rider of a male dragon. Ha! She waddles over with her plate in hand across to Zeja and the others. For some odd reason the bluerider's eyes seem to stare at the greenrider for more than the casual glance. B'ane lowers the remaining half of the pie and raises a free hand to acknowledge the bluerider. "Mornin' Jozzie." And he goes back to his pie, quite hungry. Nevermind that he broke his fast only two candlemarks ago. Growing boys need food? Xylyth> Esmeyath purrs toward Xylyth, responding, << Simply, simply >>, eyes returning to their careful observation of her lovely wingsails. An amused rumble sends toward Ftoranth before she catches the bronze's words. << Aah, Aboleoth, how nice you could make it... And Riyth, my rider tells me you are hungry. Shall we find some food? >> And without waiting for their responses, she flashes her wings outward, bounding into the air and toward the scent of scurrying beasts. Xylyth> Esmeyath saunters with fluid grace into the corral. Xylyth> You go to the Corral. Xylyth> Corral Xylyth> This part of the plateau has been fenced-off to provide an enclosed pasture and grazing area for the Weyr's herds. Grass covers the fields, rippling like waves in the wind. Herds of herdbeasts wander about, grazing lazily. To the north is the exit to the plateau, and from here you can also see the forests and beaches below the plateau to the west, as well as the ocean, stretching off to the horizon. Xylyth> It is a spring before dawn. Xylyth> Out on the plateau, you see four dragons. Xylyth> Green Esmeyath is here. Xylyth> You see Gratza, Diza, and Gava here. Xylyth> Obvious exits: Xylyth> Plateau Xylyth> Aboleoth arrives with a callous swagger in from the corral. Xylyth> Riyth pivots his hips, sauntering in from the corral. "Any particular reason given?" Kazra asks Zeja curiously, but by the look in her eyes, she at least suspects. Or rather Xylyth does and he's passing it onto her. Her own bubblie is taken, and cautiously nibbled at, eyes ocassionally blanking out for a moment. "Not bad." she notes. "Yes, it would be very weird," Zeja replies with a giggle and slow nod to Jozzie, "and mighty painful on his part, I'd imagine..." The greenrider's girlish tone and giggle is slightly giving way, and she returns Jozzie's look with a raised eyebrow before leaning back in her seat. She can't help but give an amused look at B'ane's hungriness, and an amused snicker at her lifemate's conversation, before turning wide-eyed to Kazra. "Well, haven't you heard, silly brownrider?" she purrs with a grin. "Esmeyath is shining..." No, Zeja isn't one to avoid the truth and leave it a mystery; why, she nealy seems proud of it. "And I must say that I'll be mighty glad when it's over, because I supposedly slashed someone yesterday..." Xylyth> Ftoranth walks in from the corral. B'ane has been getting the after-effects from Aboleoth's growing titillation. The bubbly is wolfed down like it's the last food he'll see in days. Which is a good thing, because he could have choked. "You slashed someone?" Blurts he to Zeja as he raises his eyes in an incredulous look. Xylyth> Ftoranth is known to play with his food but today he's busying watching instead -- watching the green. Yeap his most favorite pasttime -- Green dragon rising. Yeap yeap. Xylyth> Riyth rumbles softly, following most willingly. << I am, a bit, but -- ladies first. >> The blue settles down out of the way, flicking his head back just-so in a jaunty manner. The other males are acknowledged out of simply politeness, but his attention is obviously elsewhere. "That would explain a few things." Kazra sighs. "It certainly explains why Xylyth is blethering away merrily to me." and bubblie is toyed with briefly, before Kazra echoes B'ane's startlement. "Who, when why?" she asks, already moving into curious mode, but this is slowly being overshadowed by chasing mode. Xylyth> Aboleoth thunders after the largest herdbeast he can find first, right paw snaking out and with a deft slash, the creature lies panting in a growing pool of blood. Such is the ferocity of Flights. Before the life juice is totally wasted, the bronze plants a forefoot on the herdbeast and flares his wings protectively over his quarry. Satisfied, he quickly drains the livestock. "Hmm... some bluerider?" Zeja looks from friend to friend with wide eyes, afraid they'll start backing away. "He brushed against me!" Oh, yeah. That'll help. "Besides, it ws only a flesh wound. Just a skim against the skin. He's fine, honest." Guilty look makes way to a sigh as she reaches for another pie. "And pity for your lifemate bothering you; shall I order some wine to block it out somewhat?" Nothing better than early morning Benden. Xylyth> Xylyth pads quietly after the green, without taking his whirling eyes from her interesting form. <<Food, yes food does sound...tempting.>> But not as tempting as the green morsel before them. The brown lurks in a corner of the corral, waiting for the right moment to satisfy both of his hungers. B'ane accepts this with confounded expression. "Was he harassing you?" Certainly Zeja could not have been the provoker. He knew she had been proddy there for a while, but to harm someone? "Surely you didn't do it on purpose.." Once again a hunger pang comes to settle in his stomach, but the young rider subdues the effect with water. Xylyth> Esmeyath flicks her tail in Ftoranth's direction as she slips gracefully toward the corral, eyes looking over each of the plump beasts. << Thirsty, Aboleoth? >> comes her amused purr before her attention fastens upon Riyth. << How kind of you, >> she offers before flinging toward a nearby herdbeast, taking the animal down with one snatch, mouth immediately going to neck to draught the blood. Jozzie is busy sampling food off of the trays as if it is a large sample platter rather than a cafeteria, not paying attention any attention as far as her listening-skills goes. The bluerider, is of course, busy looking over Zeja like a covergirl in a magazine. Riyth has already taking affects on the woman's feeble, mid-morning thought processes. "Huh?" she says suddenly, as she hasn't been paying attention the entire time. "You're being such a gentleman, Riyth." she says outloud. The Wingleader is beaming with pride over her dragon's polietfulness. "He's such a lady's man." Whoever said that the Wingleader of Firestorm couldn't be egotistical? Xylyth> Ftoranth catches a paniced herder and bloodies it. Hmmmm Yumm.... But his eyes are on the glowing green babe, what a tasty dish. If he had eyebrows, he would waggle them as well. There's a time to play and a time to eat. Kazra nods at the explanation given, suprisingly not shying away. "Wine would be nice." she agrees. "I just wish he'd be a little quieter." she glances over at B'ane. "Is Aboleoth noisy?" Random seeming question there. "How about Riyth?" Xylyth can't be the only one. Xylyth> Aboleoth swivels the blades of his shoulders before another hefty beast is spotted. Deciding to take this one on the wing, the bronze leaps upwards and overshadows his selected prey. The beasty knows its predicament, but its time has come. With a silent swoop and a metallic flash of talon, it's over. << Very much so. >> Xylyth> And at the right moment, talons flash out, and Xylyth brings down his own beast. He remains to one side, his eyes fixed on the green even as he bloods. He will stay clear, until the time comes to prove himself. And then the truth will be revealed. Another beast is taken down as Xylyth waits. "He wouldn't back away?" Zeja replies nearly meekly to B'ane. "I didn't want to /hit/ him. I just... wanted him to back off. It was an accident?" Sorta? She pushes away the bubblies, toward the others, and calls to a drudge. "A flask of wine, please, and several glasses." She can't help but grin toward Jozzie, an eyebrow raised. "It seems that many are, aren't they? Esmeyath so does enjoy them paying attention to her. It's quite pitiful, honestly." Good thing the dragon is too occupied to argue with that. At Kaz's question, she looks from rider to rider, waiting to hear their replies. Xylyth> Riyth snatches his own beast only when he's sure Esmeyath's had her first choice, not one to abandon his manners so quickly. He snaps the animal's neck, dealing a very quick death, before he breaks his fast. But he doesn't even look at the quickly polished off meal, his whirling gaze never leaving the green. "Actually he's pretty quiet. I suspect his energies are being spent elsewhere.." B'ane replies to Kazra while rubbing the muscle of his arm. "You felt cornered?" Nigrescent eyes search Zeja's before he once again studies what's happening in the Bowl. Xylyth> Esmeyath glances toward Ftoranth with a slight rumble, blood dripping from her maw. Realizing its unattractiveness, the unusually large green licks her muzzle. Attention flickers toward those surrounding before she leaps for another running beast, wings snapping as she only half, and slowly, releases the animal's blood. Limbs twitch as she does so, eyes turning upward, but she will first finish her prey. "Noisy?" Munch. Munch. "Um, sometimes he can be." answers the bluerider named Jozzie. She finally makes finishing touches on her plate of food as she turns back to the others. "Oh, not so much as attention all the time." she replies. "May reasons why I've gotten myself in a fine fix," she makes a gesture as she indicate her slightly rounded stomach. "Like the time when he got C'ran and I together so that Celth and he could go crusing aound the Weyr to cause trouble." That's what you get when you put two like-minded blue dragons together at the same time. She shoves a whole sweetroll into her mouth as she looks towards the others, munching away. With a few shallows, she asks, "You haven't seen my aunt, Teza, around have you?" she asks curiously. Xylyth> Aboleoth ebbs his slaughter once the third herdbeast is taken by assault. Insects swarm around his face as the warm blood presents too much of a temptation to them. With an annoyed shake of his sphenoid-shaped head, the bronze has nothing to do now but wait. "I don't suppose that when this is over you could get your dragons to give tips to Xylyth on keeping quiet?" Kazra asks, almost plantively, before muttering what sounds suspicously like a 'Shut up' under her breath. She flops back in her chair, leaving the half-eaten bubblie to one side. "Irritating thing." Xylyth> Ftoranth croons at the green babe. <<I could lick that off for you, sweetness? hmmmm....>> he offers. His tail whips around cracking the morning air with sharp sounds. He looks like a cat ready to pounce on a frighten mouse but in this case it's a frighten herderbeast. Zeja snatches the flask of wine as soon as it arrives, pouring herself a quick glass, swigging half of it down, and then jumping quickly up from the table to pace about the room. Listening to Jozzie's words, she finally stands still, watching the woman, looking down to her belly and shaking her head. Eyes go to those at the table, and she shakes her head again before murmuring. "Teza's your aunt?" Flickign a glance toward Kazra, she sighs. "We... if you all want... should probably go... someplace else?" Because with a living cavern full of people... Xylyth> Second beast is drained, before Xylyth shuffles out of the shadows slightly, debating whether or not to try for another. Wings are briefly unfolded and stretched, before being flipped to back again. Eyes remain on the green, ready to move when she does. Zeja grabs the flask the glasses, and heads off; others will be in tow if they wish. You go to the Northeastern Caverns. Northeastern Caverns Deep booming caverns spin north from the hub of the living cavern like spokes of some great stone wheel: narrowing quickly, the catacombs of the weyr twist and turn under and around each other, lava pockets and burps now forming the living and working spaces of the weyr. Glows gleam, faintly green and fickle, from the baskets that swing along the walls. The faint scent of sweet sand beckons off to the north, and the racous calls of gambling and darts betrays the low entrance to the gaming rooms towards the northwest. Obvious exits: Infirmary Baths Living Caverns Fosterling Quarters Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, in from the Living Cavern. Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, to the Infirmary. You go to the Infirmary. Infirmary This natural, bubble-shaped cave shows signs of recent renovations, the walls freshly painted, with new fittings. Cupboards cover one wall of the large cave, one marked prominently with a black skull and crossbones and bolted with a heavy lock. A stone bench, covered in a padded sheet, rests in the center of the room directly under a glass glowbasket; this area is the examining table. Racks, draped carefully with sterile cloths, surround the bench. Another bench against the back wall contains a sink, a water heater, and research equipment, including a white cloth draped over what must be a microscope. Three beds line the wall opposite the cupboards, curtains on tracks prepared to be drawn around them. The room smells faintly of redwort and numbweed. On top of the cupboards are two firelizards. You notice Aziza and Hytiaf asleep here. Jozzie is here. Obvious exits: Weyrhealer's Quarters Healer Dorms GroundWeyrs Caverns Crafters'Area Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, to the GroundWeyrs. You go to the Ground Weyrs. Ground Weyrs Dark stone arches upwards to vault high above the entrance to these ground-level weyrs. Large enough for more than a few dragons, pillars define the expanse of one smooth dragon-couch from the next, to offer at least the hint of privacy. Redolent, the air struggles towards the vents high above in an attempt to escape the prevalent odors of redwort and numbweed that drift and lurk in every tidy corner. Tunnels branch off like tentacles, heading into dragon-healer's quarters and the infirmary further southeast. You see Natel's Cot here. B'ane, Zeja, and Jozzie are here. Obvious exits: Dragonhealer Weyr Weyr 1 Weyr 2 Bowl Infirmary Xylyth> Riyth takes down a second herdbeast with quick efficiency. His gaze actually tears away from Esmeyath long enough to give Ftoranth a brief /look/. But that is all, as he crouches to watch the large green, shaking his head as one might toss hair back, with a suave little motion. The blue remains otherwise silent. Zeja saunters into weyr 1. B'ane traverses solidly into weyr 1. You go into weyr 1. Ground Weyr 1 You enter into a comfortably sized weyr that is large enough for two dragons to curl up in peace without disturbing the other. A few tapestries hang on the walls giving the place a feeling of home, instead of a place to just convalesce away from the others. In the back a divided sleeping chamber with a couple of beds is curtained off so the riders can sleep with a bit of privacy. To the south, you see one person. Gliding about is a green firelizard. Zeja and B'ane are here. Obvious exits: Out Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, in from outside. Xylyth> Esmeyath turns with a wide-eyed glance toward Ftoranth, and her tongue flickers across her maw again. A nearly paranoid glance shakes toward those surrounding, but a shiver fleets that away. Then the dragon's eyes careen toward the beasts before them, then skyward, and a large *thwack* fills the air as ebony-green wings flash open, and with a quick and graceful agility, bent haunches spring her skyward. Xylyth> Esmeyath takes off. Jozzie scowls and doesn't have much choice seeing that Riyth has already begun to take his chances. The bluerider mutters something under her breath as she carries along her food with her. Fortunatly enough she has a lot of bits of fruit which she pops eagerly into her mouth. Xylyth> Ftoranth takes off. Xylyth> Riyth takes off. Xylyth> Aboleoth takes off. Xylyth> You take off. Xylyth> Sky Above the Plateau Xylyth> You soar over the plateau, in a place that was probably once the western wall of the bowl of this volcano, but the distant past eruption blew out the wall and formed the plateau below. On the southern end of the plateau here, a fenced-off area corrals the Weyr's herdbeast and wherry population, and serves as the Weyr feeding grounds. Beyond it, to the west, the plateau slopes down to the turquoise waters of the ocean. East lies the Weyr bowl itself, framed by the five pointed pinnacles of the rim, reaching skyward as if to touch the sun. Xylyth> It is a spring before dawn. Xylyth> Above, you see a gold dragon. Xylyth> Below, you see a blue dragon. Xylyth> Southwest over the forest, you see a brown dragon. Xylyth> Green Esmeyath, brown Ftoranth, blue Riyth, and bronze Aboleoth are here. Xylyth> Obvious exits: Xylyth> Central Bowl Forest Weyrs Beach Corral Xylyth> Ftoranth bugles as he too lifts off, hubba- hubba. The games afoot! What a view she makes as she soars into the morning skies, the sun dancing on that lovely green hide. Sparkling! Dazzling! Time to play catch the green. Who's going to win this one? Hmmmmm..... Xylyth> Xylyth follows as swiftly as he is able, purple hued wings lashing out as he shoots skyward in pursuit. He does not bother snarling his defiance at the others who chase, for that would be pointless. He focuses all his attention, and energy, on the green. Esmeyath. Zeja strides off, wine in hand, and she refills her glass as she enters the weyr. And the place is full of beds. "Aren't there... chairs around here?" she murmurs with a sigh before sitting on the floor, wine before her. Not a few moments pass before she stands again, pushing some hair from her eyes, and her attention flickers from person to person as she walks around the other side of the room. Xylyth> Riyth launches into the air, fully aware that he's completely outmatched in size. Still, he's got his wits and agility, so he's not out of the running yet. This in mind, the blue pumps his wings for height, kowing he could trade it for distance and speed if need be. He gives a low smarmy warble towards the green as he pursues; the King has arrived, and is ready to put on the show. Xylyth> Aboleoth pumps his wings with a newfound freedom, liberated from the chains of the earth. Following Esmeyath's every wingbeat and progression, shall level off when she does. Nevermind that this is his clutch sibling. Alae buoy him further as their wide breadth catches the wind like a ship canvas. Xylyth> Esmeyath's large wings lumber against the morning wind, pushing her frame along. For the moment, she appears to be unwary of the suitors lurking behind her; Rukbat's light mingles with the air swaying along her frame, and she bugles as she marks speed and distance. Occasionally flicks of tail show she's not entirely unknowing of their presences, but for the moment she won't look back. Kazra follows, lurking in the corner, blinking as she tries to keep the two scenes seperate. There's Zeja, or is it Esmeyath? Nope, definately Zeja. "Wine?" she asks, but stays in her corner for the time being. She might move. Eventually. Xylyth> Ftoranth's polished maghoney wings catches the morning thermals, what there are of them as he admires the glowing green jewel sways majesticly against the ever-changing blue sky in front of him. This game has turned serious. Do or Die time. Yeap yeap. This is definitely Green Dragon Rising. So how high is she going to go? Hmmm...... Xylyth> Aboleoth tucks in his legs for smoother sailing, aeolian form cruising like an airborne war galleon. He's got the endurance, but his sheer mass and physique are not designed for speed. Nonetheless, his short tail serves as a descent rudder and a dogged spirit dwells within. "There are beds?" Jozzie replies to Zeja. "They do just as well as chairs." The bluerider pivots her hips as she sways over to one of the cots and parks her flanks. She looks to Zeja as the greenrider turns around, the bluerider getting a very good angle of the greenrider's backside. As she notices that she is doing this, she lightly slaps her cheek. "Oh, dear Faranth." she mutters, Riyth has started etching his thoughts onto her already. Jozzie actually has her eyes more on the male-sex, Riyth just has a very strong impression on Jozzie's irregular thoughts. She's probably most likey want to say to B'ane, that he has a sexy backside. Not to say anything bad about Zeja though. Xylyth> Xylyth carries on with his pursuit, wings rising and falling rhymically as they carry him onwards to the object of his desire. Eyes flick about at the others who persue, before sliding back to the tantilising green. Xylyth> Riyth ignores the rest of the males entirely, still gaining height and speed while he has the leisure to do so. The whole of his being is focussed on the loverly large green before him, but he doesn't waste the energy on impressive flying. Not yet, at least, its not time yet. B'ane feels inclined to stand, more to let the females have the available seats than to stretch his legs. "This certainly puts a kink in my schedule." Not that he really had one, but it seemed appropriate to say at the time. The bronzer is not angry or displeased, he just appears that way sometimes. The tension in the air mounts as the Other Halves of the riders get closer and closer to catching. Zeja leans back against a wall, blissful smile on her face, and she takes occasional sips of her wine. At Kazra's words, an eye cracks open. "If you don't mind bringing it to me," the greenrider replies as she holds out her glass. With a smirk, she turns toward Jozzie, raising her glass and waggling her eyebrow. A near-purr replies to B'ane's words. "But your day could end up being oh-so more worthwhile, bronzerider." Xylyth> Esmeyath remains at a fairly low altitude for the time being, too exuberant with chasing the wind, with creating space between her and the chasers. And then she discovers the art of acrobatics, though this won't be used to waste space. Each swirl, each swivel, will be an attempt to propel forward, and she calls a bugle to those behind her. Can they do that? Jozzie stares towards Zeja and the wine glass. She declines as she slightly leans forward at the edge of the cot. Golden eyes seem to study the rider as much as her dragon is doing up in the skies high above their very heads. As for a schedule, Jozzie is a Wingleader and if anyone's time is kinked, it would be her's. She licks her lips as she sets all matters aside as her own mind sets in motion with her lifemate's as they link. Xylyth> Ftoranth bugles. A gal after his own heart as he does a barrel roll just for her. She knows how to play and have a cute tail to boot. What a day thisis turning out to be, breaksfast with a cute green and a fine game of tag. Hope his rider appreciate all he's doing to lighting up the day. And that would mean that she would have to move, right? But Kazra does, clambering to her feet, and so starts the great hunt for the wine. Her progress across the room to find the skin is slightly hampered by the other images that keep flickering across her vision, distracting her. Xylyth> Riyth can and does so, matching her twirls and twists with bold movements of his own to keep his pace and position. He follows the steps of this sky dance, letting her lead, like one guided by unseen forces. No thought, no sound, only the exhiliration of the dance. The blue briefly folds his wings to angle himself forwards and gain speed while her tricks slow her down, but he quickly pumps to get the height back. Xylyth> Aboleoth cants his wings to the left, tail assisting, in pursuit of the jaden dragon. The wind is in their favor this day, a strong tail-wind pushing them along. Agility does not reside in this form, each taut sinew evolved for stamina. Not wasting his precious energies doing loop-de-loops and other frivilous feats, the bronze hovers overhead like a patient Lothario. Content to wait for his turn, Aboleoth harnesses the thermals with aquiline pinions and remains ever vigilant. Xylyth> Xylyth disdains the flamboyant aerobatics, but slips into a more elegant pattern of wing-beats. Gold tinged tail flicks out as he increases his pace slightly, matching that of the other persuers. Green is the star he has fixed his heart on. Now that the time is drawing closer, some of that wine wouldn't be a bad idea right about now. Disoriented like many, B'ane takes his time crossing the chamber and absently pours himself some wine. Anything to calm his nerves and altered vision. This is only his third Flight after all, but at least he's surrounded by nothing but women? Xylyth> Esmeyath cheers them on with a purring croon; but they must not forget the true reason behind this wind spinning, and she flickers her tail as wings straighten her back again as she finds another game of choice. Unlike most females, she decides not to spring ahead once more but instead will lurk right beside them, and around them, right within their grasp. So the one with the longest stamina will not bring the green into his clutches, but the one with the agility to pluck her from the wind she enjoys so much. Zeja closes her eyes once more, smile permanent, nearly, on her face as she enjoys the flying with her lifemate--the spinning wind, the overpowering force, the rushing blood. Wine glass dangles by her side now, words to Kazra forgotten. At her lifemate's antics, Zeja giggles, pushing herself once again from the wall. "Esmeyath already knows!" she tells them, not realizing that that probably makes no sense. "Silly Esmeyath..." Xylyth> Xylyth returns the croon, changing it from a cheer to an entreaty. His wings open out to their fullest extent, purple threads dancing on their canopy as he banks. Eyes follow the object of his desire, and then he makes his move, stroking upwards in a sudden movement. Will his thoughts match with hers? Xylyth> Riyth hesitates for the briefest of moments, missing a wingbeat to glide soundlessly, as he deduces the green's plan. Ah, so that is how she wants to dance. This is what he's been waiting for, why he strove for height all along. The agile blue tucks his wings, rapidly gaining speed as he abandons his elevation. To his advantage he uses this to roll, duck, dodge, and weave through the larger males and, eventually, waltz very close to the green. A soft croon is given, asking if he might have this dance. Xylyth> Aboleoth cruises along like a falcon on the hunt, his eyes darting like implanted jewels while they follow the svelte green. The impediment of speed is something to overcome, if he wants to be victorious. He knows he would never beat a blue or even some browns when it comes to quick movements, so other means are necessary. Knowing your weakness and making up for them is the key. Keen foresight lies embedded in his brain, observing Esmeyath's capers with silent, but acute vision. Each pattern she makes, each tumble and deringdo is carefully calculated and registered. After watching for an amount of time, with both direct and peripheral vision, he predicts ahead of time where abouts the green is about to swerve to next and swiftly tries to beat her there. Tail shoots to the opposite side in an attempt to alter his course on the spur of the moment, and knows that this is his last chance for glory. Not speed nor fluidity has he, but strategy and cunning. Jozzie and Riyth are seasoned in the mate-flying, but they don't brag about it all that much. There are better things to go off bragging about, well in Jozzie case there are. Riyth could probably go on for awhile about how he won so-and-so and how he is the King of all the dragons in the skies, for he can shake and pivot his hips unlike any other. The bluerider's eyes, which are already on the greenrider seem to widen lightly as she says that Esmeyath has chosen. Xylyth> Ftoranth croons. That's why baby, change the rules of the game, that's what makes life interesting. His massive sienna wings catchs the wind and moves him into position to catch this elusive green and bringing the game to a close and the start of a new game. Come on Babe. Come Ftors, Dea's Imp. And Kazra has forgotton about the wine herself, now that Xylyth has swooped into her mind. Her eyes are wide as she still tries to keep the scenes seperate. "Huh?" she asks Zeja, managing to seperate enough of herself from the brown who is persuing to ask a nearly coherant question. "Eeep." and that is directed at no-one, as Xylyth makes his move upwards. B'ane barely manages a sip of the wine, a feral gaze registered onto his face and alight in his dark eyes. His dragon makes for the final act and now it is truly up to the green whether or not to elude his grasp on a wing tip and choose a more worthy captor or fall for the chican. If not, then there are ample women willing to be had all over the Weyr. "She can't get away!" Zeja murmurs with a sigh. "Poor green..." And she moves away from those nearby, backing against a wall. "Poor green..." is repeated as Zeja's wide eyes glance from person to person. With a quick push, she moves toward Jozzie, then stops in her tracks and steps toward Kazra. Eyes go wide as she blinks about her before snickering. "It seems, Esmeyath, that someone's day will be further ruined..." Xylyth> Esmeyath fleets a crooning purr and bat of blue-faceted eyes toward Xylyth, and her pause nearly drives her right into the grasp of the dancing blue behind her. Swooping down from Riyth drives her closer to Ftoranth, and she bugles and sweeps away. The coming closeness of the males was unexpected, and the beasts gaining ground on her sends her eyes whirling from their calm blue. A large flap of ebony-burnt wings bring her out of the onslaught of males and right into the grip of the awaiting bronze. Jozzie gives a look of disappointment. Poor Jozzie. Standing, she shakes off Riyth's saddness as she wanders off towards the Living Caverns again. Maybe E'an will help cheer her up. Farenth on his soul! Or Teza, or R'ley.. anyone, Jozzie has lots of friends. Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, out of the weyr. Xylyth> Riyth goes home. Xylyth> Ftoranth goes home. >> High Reaches: Nylca departs, a cookie in hand. And Kazra blinks as he/she sees Esmeyath make her choice. "Time to leave." she mutters to herself, and quietly wanders out, grinning slightly. At least Xy isn't that bothered. There's always next time. Ground Weyr 1 You enter into a comfortably sized weyr that is large enough for two dragons to curl up in peace without disturbing the other. A few tapestries hang on the walls giving the place a feeling of home, instead of a place to just convalesce away from the others. In the back a divided sleeping chamber with a couple of beds is curtained off so the riders can sleep with a bit of privacy. Gliding about is a green firelizard. Zeja and B'ane are here. Obvious exits: Out You head out of the weyr. Ground Weyrs Dark stone arches upwards to vault high above the entrance to these ground-level weyrs. Large enough for more than a few dragons, pillars define the expanse of one smooth dragon-couch from the next, to offer at least the hint of privacy. Redolent, the air struggles towards the vents high above in an attempt to escape the prevalent odors of redwort and numbweed that drift and lurk in every tidy corner. Tunnels branch off like tentacles, heading into dragon-healer's quarters and the infirmary further southeast. You see Natel's Cot here. Obvious exits: Dragonhealer Weyr Weyr 1 Weyr 2 Bowl Infirmary You click your heels three times. Kaz and Xy's Hobbiton Habitat A deep green curtain covers the entrance to the weyr, easily pushed aside by anyone entering. The floor has been painted a deep blue and over in Kazra's corner a woven mat sits. The room is square, Xylyth's couch takin up one wall with various items scattered beside it. A pile of cushions is heaped up in one corner, showing where Kazra sleeps. Three of the walls are covered with cloth, Kazra putting her sewing skills to use by embroidering landscapes, soaring mountains, tall forests and deep lakes on them, creating a feeling of space. The wall that holds the exit to the ledge has been covered in pieces of hide all showing various sketches of landmark points around Pern. You see Gigi here. Obvious exits: Ledge Xylyth> Aboleoth doesn't waste time, missed opportunities are not characteristics of this bronze. Necks entwined, the two remain locked despite their fast descent. Gallantly, he unfurls his wings at the last moment to their fullest extent and immediately the wind is captured under them and held fast. This shall be a day to remember. Xylyth> And Xylyth lets his upward sweep carry him away from the entwining pair now. A bugle of /something/ , maybe congratulations is heard, before the brown glides away to where Kazra waits. Xylyth> Xylyth's Ledge to the Skies Xylyth> A wide ledge juts from the cliff face, with the entrace to the weyr set quite far back, The ledge is large enough to hold Xylyth and maybe two or three other dragons. The stone that forms the ledge is fairly smooth, mostly unscarred by talons. When the light catches the stone from the right direction, the ledge sparkles with specks of blue. On the ledge sits a pot, decorated with inexpert brush strokes in the pattern of the night sky. In the pot sits a small tree. A small sign beside it reads, 'Shrub, of the Shrubbery Wing.' Xylyth> It is a spring sunrise. Xylyth> To the north, you see one person. Xylyth> Gliding about is a green firelizard. Xylyth> Obvious exits: Xylyth> Weyr Sky Seine> Xylyth comes home. *** Disconnected *** |