You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern.
Wilanth> Wilanth lets Joshi dismount and the greenrider heads in to the caverns without waiting for L'zet and his blue to land. L'zet nearly falls out of his straps in his hurry, shouting something at the greenrider who waves him off. She disappears inside.
Livia has settled herself into a chair, an untouched mug of ale getting warm in front of her. It's far enough across the table from her to assume she hadn't actually intended to drink it herself. Her gaze slides towards the door for no apparent reason.
Wilanth> Hicerth flicks the tip of his tail from side to side, otherwise perfectly relaxed in his once sunny spot. He rumbles a low tone of greeting to Wilanth, and then as a second thought, to L'zet's blue as well.
Joshi walks in at such a fast pace, one might think she's trying to escape something! She ducks down, her height one of her disadvantages when it comes to disappearing into a crowd. Hot on her heels - behind her is a shout from the bowl, recognizable only as L'zet. "Shard it all - Leave me alone!" Joshi yells back and marches over to the one place of solace... the alcohol table.
Wilanth> Wilanth is shiny. She's very shiny. And blue Dyamith, L'zet's dragon, has been lucky enough to be with her all day. The blue tries to get possessively close to Wilanth only to have her snap and hiss for him to get back. She's not wanting his company any more that day.
Livia's gaze follows Joshi's plight, and calls helpfully, "Evening, Joshi. L'zet." She nods to the bluerider, reclining back a bit more in her chair.
Wilanth> Hicerth takes a bit of a grumpy tone as Wilanth has to fight off the blue, and he rumbles forebodingly. Sure, he was in a great mood yesterday, but when shiney greens are involved, that is always bound to change quick.
"Livia!" Joshi grabs a skin of something, a glass in the other hand and somehow juggles a meatroll in an arm crook. "Rescue me!" This said as she glances to the entrance where the Igen watchrider, L'zet comes in. His eyes are slightly glazed a bit as he searched for Joshi. The greenrider ducks over to Livia's table and she sits down. "Ya know I can handle him being stern, I can handle him being strict ... I can't handle him when he's trying to woo me .. all day today!" Joshi complains. "Quick, has he seen me yet?" She doesn't look over her shoulder -- eye contact is bad.
Livia glances over Joshi's shoulder, and shakes her head, "Not yet, I don't think. But he's bound to at any moment. Woo you, eh? Heh, boys..." She shakes her head, "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh at your prediciment."
"Oh yeah miss smarty pants?" Joshi pours her glass and states, "You won't be laughing so hard when Hicerth chases and ya know how I feel." She drinks that first glass very quick, refilling it. *THUMP* L'zet found her - he sits himself down right next to Joshi and says, "I have to keep an eye on you at all times woman." And then a smile from the bluerider - very charming he's trying to be. "Not that I mind when you look the way you do Joshi." The greenrider herself, sinks lower in her seat muttering something unintelligable.
Livia doesn't flinch at the threat of Hicerth chasing, but before she can reply, L'zet sits and she just peers at him. She uhs and wonders, "Do all times include when there is business to be discussed, L'zet? Some matters are private, after all. Besides, how can Joshi have girl talk with me about how dreamy you are when you're sitting right there?" Apparently, she's still a little on edge.
Wilanth> Wilanth swishes her tail around in the dirt, moving away from Dyamith, more towards Hicerth though not all the way over by him. She's cautious of both of them although she definitely seems interested ....Perhaps it is time to tell some Harper Hall stories.
Wilanth> Hicerth doesn't move from his spot. He'll just let her come to him, in her own time. He lays his muzzle down on the floor of the bowl, though, and keeps his attention on the green and any who would bother her. Talk about possessive...
"Girl talk?" Joshi blurts out at the same time L'zet says, "Her business /IS/ my business Wingleader. As you should know being on watch yourself." The bluerider sits back to regard Livia and then says, "Unless of course you turned in a henchman of your own to keep the watch off you. That'd be pretty clever- YEOWCH!" Joshi's elbow in L'zet's side doesn't feel very good.
Livia leans foreward, putting her elbows on the table as she laces her fingers together. She cocks her head to one side, squinting a little and wonders, "What was that? I don't think I caught what you said. Why don't you repeat it? Go ahead, bluerider. Tell me that opinion again.""
"Anything he says right now can be misconstrued," Joshi interrupts before L'zet can open his mouth. "In other words, his state of mind is not clear because his blue is rather mooning over Wilanth and his feelings --" Joshi jerks a thumb at the jerk, "Can't be helped -- he's trying to provoke you into fighting so that he can relieve himself." Joshi sounds rather smart - until she says, "Weyrling class 101." And she tosses back another glass of alcohol only to refill again.
Livia hardly looks placated by Joshi's reasoning, as she gives L'zet the eye. She smirks a little and states, "That's a pretty gross misuse of your appointment, bluerider. Maybe you should try backing off until you're back in your right mind, before you do something you might regret in the morning.
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"There isn't anything -" L'zet starts to speak but Joshi claps her hand over his mouth and practically purrs, "L'zet .. I'm out of alcohol and I really feel the need for something since my sugar level is so low. Be useful won't you and go get me a skin? And get yourself something to eat while your at it!" She withdraws her hand and says, "Thanks!" As if he agreed which he really didn't. L'zet glowers a bit and then does what Joshi requests. Joshi turns to look at Livia and rolls her eyes as if to say 'men!'
Livia almost misses the eyeroll as her perturbed gaze follows L'zet away from the table. She does note it, though, and smirks some more. "You can't tell me you aren't enjoying the attention."
L'zet glowers from behind the serving table at Livia. He is quick to make a plate up for the greenrider, including plenty of sweet fruit slices. No one is going to push their way past him! The Bluerider strides back with plate, placing it in front of Joshi with such hasty speed it rattles on the wooden table top. "Oh, I can guarantee, brownrider, she'll be enjoying a lot more than just attention, if my lifemate has his way."
Livia leans across the table and snatches a piece of fruit from the plate L'zet prepared for Joshi. Without asking, of course. She bites it in half and smirks, "Pretty confident, aren't you? Your little blue is going to have to beat out my Hicerth, you know. And he's a sore loser, so he doesn't lose often."
"Not at all, "Joshi says to Livia. "I'm simply getting better at timing Wilanth so I know when to get drunk and when to ignore." Of course L'zet isn't allowing her to ignore him. "Hey.." She looks at the plate of fruit. "Thanks L'zet." She lets out a breath of air, blowing strands of her bangs back from her face. She reaches for the fruit taking a slice and biting into it. She also takes another drink of her friend Big Al.
L'zet reaches in an attempt to slap away Livia's fingers. "Those are for her." With a maudlin smile, he settles back in a chair beside the greenrider. "She needs her strength, now don't you?" As he leans back, he laughs. "Maybe I should be saying when/ Dyamith catches the sweet Wilanth." He even manages the compliment to the anything but sweet green with a straight face.
Livia smirks a little at Joshi, "Drinking is only a temporary solution, you know." And while the greenrider keeps distracting her, it's only temporary and her displeased gaze keeps turning back to L'zet. She rolls her eyes and complains, "Boys. So full of it. You should try being quiet for awhile. It'll be a nice challenge for you." Grumpier by the moment, that's her. Especially when someone tries to deny her food. That's never a wise move, after all.
"I'm already strong," Joshi says in return to L'zet. "I can out throw you in firestone tossing." She brings her right arm up, curling it into a bicep. A moment later she drops it and says to Livia, "You'll never guess who I kissed the other night." She grins, her eyebrows shooting up most wickedly as if ready to divulge the most interesting of secrets.
Livia has to think about it for a moment, and mms, "Well. It wasn't me, so go on and tell. Who was it? Was it good? I rather like smooches from time to time myself." She absently reaches for the mug of ale that she'd left sitting in front of her this whole time, and draws it closer to examine it, as if afraid someone had been tampering with it.
The Bluerider smiles sardonically at Livia. "Girls are a lot better when they are quiet as well. Unless they are cooing sweet things in my ear." His smile increases as he looks Joshi over, from head to toe. "I like them feisty. Nothing like a strong woman who knows what she and her lifemate wants, I always say. Seen you enough the last sevenday to know just how feisty you are."
"Yeah and you're gonna be seeing my foot up your backside if you keep saying that crap after tomorrow," Joshi promises looking at L'zet unamused. She turns back to Livia and says, "Well it wasn't you but .. it was pretty shardin funny. I kissed ..the weyrling..." She puts a finger to her lips like she may not mention names and then says, "You know... /HER/... Wilanth's lil green weyrling." Joshi grins. "And hoo boy was she spittin mad!"
Livia's gaze flicks back to L'zet and she rolls her eyes, "Oh, for Faranth's sake. You are just like every man I've ever heard talking to an attractive woman. Haven't you learned women don't like it when you talk to them like that? So, why don't you try shutting up before I come around there and make you." She stares at him for a moment, then glances back to Joshi, "You were saying?"
L'zet isn't easily put off. "Anything to make you happy, my dear." When he hears the tale, he tsks, playfully leaning over to steal a slice of fruit. The Bluerider smirks at Livia, taunting. He got it, he can steal it, get over it Livia. Ah but why parry with her when there is Joshi. "Wasting those luscious lips of yours on a scrawny pole like that weyrling."
"She ain't too scrawny L'zet when she is taller than me," Joshi replies. She looks at Livia and says, "Well it was just too funny - - if you could have seen the look on her face! It was priceless!" She slaps h
er leg and laughs. Then she takes another drink although this one is slower.
J'nol ambles out from the inner caverns.
J'nol has arrived.
Livia actually seems surprised after it sinks in, "Wait..weyrling? Well. That wasn't who I was expecting to hear." She continues to glare at L'zet, taking an absent minded sip from the mug she had been so carefully guarding. Nevermind its warm and flat.
J'nol walks in, glancing once around the cavern as he enters. Spotting Joshi, he halts; then, reddening faintly, he heads in the opposite direction.
L'zet, unperturbed by any glares, smugly leans back in his chair once again. He does the old yawn and stretch, then drape his arm across the back of Joshi's chair. "Don't know about that, I like more curves. Dyamith, well, he likes curves too. Wilanth has a nice form." He notes J'nol's entry with a narrowing of his eyes.
J'nol heads over to the serving table, helping himself to a mug of klah before he returns to his table some distance away from the others.
Wilanth> Hicerth, Dyamith and Omalth sense that Wilanth sends her thoughts out. They are predatory, laying in wait, biding her time until she is too hungry. There's a trace of the beast within that will rise, seeking out a mate to match that hunger. It's overpowering, the need for blood, the need to kill, the need to fly. All of it, contained within the dimensions of Wilanth's mind.
Livia doesn't seem to notice J'nol entering. She's too focused on L'zet and his proximity to Joshi. She scowls some more and has a bigger drink of her warm, flat ale. She wonders bitterly, "Have you always been this annoying, L'zet? Cause I don't remember you being so obnoxious yesterday."
"Yes Rosmyn," Joshi grins. She takes another drink of her glass, this time draining it. And she reaches out to grab a leftover glass of water, draining it as well. "Shells I'm thirsty." She swallows as if her mouth is dry. "Do you taste that Livia?" She drops the last of her fruit. She glances over towards the entrance and her eyes lighting on J'nol she says, "J'nol be a sweetie and bring me something to drink would ya?"
J'nol starts at the sound of his name. "Er, what? I mean - what would you like?" He stands up to go back to the serving table, watching Joshi.
Wilanth> Hicerth starts to shift uneasily in his space. The other males nearby are getting to close for his liking, and he's trying to keep focused on the green. Finally, he rumbles irritably and uncoils himself, anxiously leaping upward.
Wilanth> Omalth is hardly about to let anyone get ahead of him... Just a step behind Hicerth, he takes off.
L'zet smirks once again at Livia. "Familiarity breeds contempt, but Joshi here is the exception. Her little quirks I'm finding rather attractive."
Livia's gaze shifts back to Joshi, and looks down at her empty mug. Without a word, she holds her warm ale across the table towards the greenrider. It's not the best offering to give, true, but it's the only thing she has to offer at the moment. Still holding the mug out, she scowls at L'zet, and states, "You wouldn't know what was good for Joshi if it bit you on your enormous rump."
"Blood," Joshi answers promptly. Then she appears to reconsider and says, "No meat I think..... water..." She shakes her head. "Water it is." The last is said more certainly as she looks over at J'nol -- she looks as if she's starving. And he's dinner!
Wilanth> You spring into the air of the Bowl.
Wilanth> You swoop to the southwest and backwing to land in the Feeding Grounds.
Wilanth> Hicerth wastes no time once he's over the fence and he runs down a small caprine. He lands on it, lifting it up in one claw while he balances on his other foot. Crushing it to death, he proceeds to lap up the blood that seeps out of its mangled carcass.
J'nol nods distractedly, turning to the serving table. It takes him a few moments of staring blankly at the water pitcher before he picks it up, pouring out a cup of it. Another moment, and he approaches Joshi slowly. "Here."
Wilanth> Omalth chases after a young herdbeast, nearly frightening the creature to death before grasping it by the throat, twisting the head around viciously. Ripping into the beast's body, he lowers his head eagerly to the crimson spill.
Wilanth> Dyamith soars down from his weyr, his wings tacked close to his side, braking only when he is feet from ploughing into the ground, he lands instead on a plump and juicy bovine, rumbling with satisfaction at the pleasant sound of bones cracking under his weight. He tears into the gut, bending to drink.
L'zet eyes Livia for a moment but he's also aware of J'nol as the lad approaches. Inching his chair closer to the greenrider, he glowers at the weyrling. "Thank you sonny but aren't you late for story time in the nursery?"
Wilanth> Wilanth swoops overhead, watching those males peck and tear at their prey. She glides freely down into the pens, right amongst them all and lands one beast out of the pack. Her talons are like black lightning, searing open her own food with a swipe of the claws. She raises the beast to her jaws and sucks greedily, the legs of the animal still twitching as the last of the nerves die. Red stains the ground below as the female feasts.
J'nol turns the full force of his glare onto L'zet, thrusting the cup towards Joshi. "Are you sure you don't need someone to help you back up to your room? /Sir?/"
"Thanks," Joshi says to both Livia and J'nol taking their glasses. She drinks them down and wipes her mouth. "Jays she's thirsty... blood only you temperamental wench." She clenches her jaw, locked in a small struggle before she relaxes as Wilanth bloods. "That's better...." She stands. "We must drink to that."
Livia leans her head into her hands, rubbing her eyes as she mutters to herself irritably. Her hands slide up over her fuzzy head, rubbing that as well. She may stop bickering, but her gaze does follow Joshi as she gets up.
Wilanth> Hicerth finishes his caprine, and gasps it in his mighty jaws. With a flick of his head, he flings the carcass towards Wilanth, watching with some satisfaction as his offering goes skidding across the ground towards her. He gives a mighty bugle and pounces upon a second beast greedily.
Wilanth> Dyamith croons a smooth greeting to the green as she lands. At least it's an attempt to sound smooth and it ends up as a gurgle as he sucks back the blood in his maw. As if to punish the beast for ruining his pick up line, he tosses the emptied carcass over a fence post and reaches out to claw a stampeding ovine.
Wilanth> Omalth pauses briefly in his enthusiastic feeding to glower at Hicerth. With something nearly a snarl, he returns to the beast, finishing it off before casting about for another one. Finding a beast in easy range, he attacks it, using the same technique used on the first beast.
L'zet is swift to rise and just as swift to move Joshi's chair back, ever the gentleman. He laughs over to the younger J'nol. "Playing adult games might not be as pleasant as a dalliance on the beach, my lad."
J'nol crosses his arms, eyes narrowing at the older rider. "I'm afraid your heart isn't quite up to it, /sir/," he says bitingly. "Perhaps you should leave this for the /younger/ folk."
Wilanth> Wilanth sucks on her first carcass, taking her time with the sweet blood that flows through it. Her hide radiates the moonlight, green ink darkness pouring over every vein. She doesn't need to sound out her mating call - it's apparent in her appearance, the way she moves and her smell. This green is ready to take flight - almost. She finishes her first and moves to kill a second, screeching at Hicerth's offering. It's dead! What could she have use of it? She selects her live one and takes it down.
Livia smirks alittle as J'nol takes up the battle, but it's not an amused smirk. It's a sour, sarcastic sort of smirk. She gets up finally and heads around the table, calling to Joshi, "Lets get on then, eh? Don't make me carry you again."
"I think you need some blood. Don't you want some blood?" Joshi wanders over to the drink table and picks up a pitcher of water. She tilts it to her mouth and starts to drink, not paying any attention to the fact it spills out from the edges and down, getting her shirt all wet. When she finishes drinking, she sets the empty pitcher down and begins to walk sideways towards the table. "Livia... where are you going?" She notices the rider leaving.
Wilanth> Hicerth snarls and snaps menacingly towards Omalth, who would dare to give him such disrespect after all he's taught him.... His second carcass he flicks towards the young blue, aiming to actually hit him with it. He bugles. Oh, he is mighty male, hear him roar.
J'nol follows Joshi with his eyes, L'zet forgotten - for the moment, at any rate.
Wilanth> Dyamith slices into the belly of his newest victim rumbling with amusement at the scorned gift giver. He's all business soon enough, the drive to blood stronger than the drive to drive the brown to distraction. Oh he's aware of /her/. How could he not, what with her form, her glowing hide, her essence?
Livia nods her head towards J'nol and L'zet, "Away from the boys. I'll be waiting over here for you." She folds her arms and lurks away from the table, biding her time.
Wilanth> Omalth dodges the carcass, whirling on Hicerth with a vicious screech. How dare such an ancient creature as that brown think to defeat this proud young blue?
L'zet takes notice, alright, of the water's effect on Joshi's shirt and leers openly. "After you, my dear." He is not about to let Livia gain any purchase and moves to escort the greenrider.
J'nol is startled out of his blank reverie by L'zet's movements. Growling under his breath, he follows the other riders quickly, certainly not going to let them leave without -him-.
Joshi reaches out and grabs onto L'zet and says, "I don't like you L'zet. You're like a nanny who won't go away so I can play." She allows the bluerider to lead her out to the bowl and the guest weyr. Gives her time to focus on Wilanth. "But J'nol's wrong.. you're not old.. and he's not young." She says this with certainty.
Wilanth> Wilanth watches the rivalry between Hicerth and Omalth. Her eyes land on Dyamith and she drops her second carcass only half emptied. She gives him a hissed warning and then a trumpeting bugle that challenges. Come catch me! She leaps upward, wings spreading to take her away from them and high into the sky.
Wilanth> You leap into the air!
L'zet chuckles as he escorts the rider out. "Oh, believe me, my dear, I don't see you as a fond little charge I need to coddle on my knee. You are -all- woman." He gives her another admiring look.
L'zet walks out to the Bowl.
You walk out into the Bowl.
Wilanth> Hicerth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
J'nol walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Wilanth> Dyamith flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Wilanth> Omalth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
IgenW-LC> Livia watches the trio pass her by, and she shoves her hands into her pockets. Her shoulders scrunch up grumpily and she sulks after them.
Livia walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
J'nol follows them out of the living caverns, mouth set grimly, staring intently at Joshi. He doesn't even notice Livia, though he's noticed L'zet all right.
Wilanth> Dyamith silently curses the green's sly take-off. Caught off guard, he still has entrails in his maw as he rises after her, shaking his head with impatience until the intestines drift down to the ground. His response to her siren call is determined wing thrusts up and after her.
Wilanth> Omalth bugles loudly to the sky, as he leaps into the air, wings pumping furiously as he flies up after Wilanth, trying to make up for any advantage the other dragons might have over him in size or experience.
Wilanth> Hicerth leaps up after the blues, and twists out of the way of the falling entrails. He leaves all his growling and snarling on the ground. He hasn't time for such trivial things now. Except for the deep throated, low threatening rumble that he emits, like a far off rolling of thunder. His wings snap open wide, easily dwarfing the smaller blues as he makes to give chase.
Wilanth> Wilanth has the advantage here boys. She rose first and her surprising take-offs give her a head start up into the heights. She wings her way past the weyrs, higher into the atmosphere as Igen Weyr feeding grounds become a distant memory. The blood lust has cooled off, a different type of amorous danger taking over the green. She tosses her head back and lets out a thrilling screech of happiness! Fly! Fly! One of you will get her -- and her little rider too!
Joshi walks, following L'zet although she tugs on him and says, "I have to tell you something very serious. Something I've been thinking about all day." She stops halfway to the guest weyr and looks up at him with serious eyes - oh yes. Perhaps she's going to confess to something?
Livia slumps down and skulks after the other three, although she's keeping her eyes on Joshi. Once, she looks towards L'zet, but then back to Joshi. Admiringly. That's sort of how she's looking at the greenrider.
Wilanth> Omalth valiantly carries on, wings working tirelessly. He swoops between two large browns, using his better agility to avoid them. Ha, take -that-! It will be this young blue who will catch the lovely Wilanth!
Wilanth> Dyamith won't let a little thing like the fact that she's green and much faster than him discourage within his race. A sevenday of watching her gives him some advantage and he easily follows her path. He remains silent, again using every wing thrust, every exertion, to tell the green of his admiration.
L'zet pauses on the stairway to gaze down upon Joshi. He knew it! With an almost tender tone in his voice, he encourages her with a smile. "Yes, my dear?"
J'nol stops dead when Joshi halts, gazing at her with narrowed eyes. He seems to be having some difficulty breathing, or at least is breathing more heavily than normal.
"J'nol needs to work on kissing," Joshi announces as if this is news. "He's not bad mind you - but not nearly as good as I am." She grins at L'zet. "But then he knows that -- and you don't." The troublemaker that she is --stirring up jealousy. She lets go of L'zet then and marches to the guest weyr, "Ah there it is!" She found it.
You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge.
Wilanth> Hicerth doesn't bother straining yet. He's got energy to spare. Great bushels of energy that he's ready to put to work for him to catch the green apple of his eye. No fancy moves for him, though. He's too big to worry about those tight manuerable mumbojumbos that the smaller dragons can pull off. His strategy seems to just be a bully and push his way through the throng to close the distance.
L'zet comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
J'nol comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Livia comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Wilanth> Tsk tsk. Not enough fighting over her. Wilanth twists in flight, turning her body under until she glides upside down, rolling to right herself. She drops down, turning and coming back, heading straight for the pack. Let's see if they can catch her when she tries to glide under! She's too sneaky to allow them to do it, but it will be fun to see which dragons entangle themselves in an effort to catch her favor.
Livia follows up in the rear still, which is good since she stops two paces into the guest weyr, right in front of the door. She allows her gaze to slide away from Joshi for a moment, regarding J'nol with some contempt.
J'nol follows Joshi and L'zet into the guest weyr, grinning unpleasantly at L'zet. It seems he's heard what Joshi said to the other bluerider.
L'zet glowers darkly as J'nol strides up the stairs and the Bluerider stays right by the entrance, leaning against the wall with his large feet crossed way out in front of him, hoping to trip him up.
L'zet's trick works, for as J'nol comes out of the entry, he stumbles over L'zet's unseen feet. Managing not to fall, he rights himself quickly, and whirls, glaring, on the other rider. "That's a nice little trick, uncle," he hisses.
Wilanth> Dyamith is a cagey blue, too many flights under his belt to fall for that old trick. Really he is. But he croons with growing lust as /that/ tail sails past and under him, so tempting! He tries a backward flip of his own, narrowly missing a fellow blue. But he's not used to such manuevers and wobbles in mid air, trying to get his bearings once again. Shards, what a gal!
Wilanth> Omalth very nearly brakes in midair, wings flapping hurriedly backwards in an effort to go against momentum. He whirls around, executing a neat little turn, and struggles to follow the clever green, but the other male dragons are very much in the way. Dyamith, for example - Omalth comes very close to crashing into the older blue. Silly old creature!
Joshi seems to be of one mind as Wilanth. She's being difficult. She sidles into the weyr but doesn't even glance at the bed. Instead she ventures closer to Livia to say something to her. She mutters to Livia, "... I'm not... my... accurate... think... may..."
Livia senses "Joshi seems to be of one mind as Wilanth. She's being difficult. She sidles into the weyr but doesn't even glance at the bed. Instead she ventures closer to Livia to say something to her. "You know I'm not sure my memory is accurate but I can't recall having kissed you... something I think I may want to change.""
L'zet brushes off imaginary dust from his boots and looks over at J'nol. "Oh, sorry, /dear/ boy, I didn't see you coming. You blend in with the stonework so easily." But Joshi does not receive the same contempt, his attention is full on her. When she whispers to Livia, he growls under his breath.
Wilanth> Hicerth backwings suddenly as another brown tries to turn to give chase, causing him to peel off to the side in a quick roll to avoid collision. This only serves to anger him further as he snaps at the other brown viciously, trying to catch a chunk out of his tail. Saddly, he misses. He starts to circle around to get back into persuit, and in the right direction.
Livia gives Joshi what could only be described as a leering grin, and a sort of creepy one too. A hand comes out of her pocket for a moment, as if she were going to reach out for the greenrider, but some sort of sense in her makes her shove it back into her pocket. She utters in a low tone, "I guarantee you wouldn't forget it, Joshi..."
J'nol shoots only a quick glare at L'zet, deciding to forego the feud - for now, at any rate - in favour of further Joshi-watching. His gaze is remarkably similar to that of a blooding dragon's, roaming openly up and down the greenrider's body.
L'zet elbows his way through lust-frozen riders, never letting the greenrider out of his sight. With a growl in his voice, he warns off Livia. "Watch your step, brownrider."
Wilanth> Wilanth lets out a croon that sounds like rich throaty laughter. One blue and brown did not manage to make the turns so easily, their wings clunking together and entangling. As they separate, they fall lower and growl at each other, the brown managing to have torn a nice line in the wingsail of the blue. He sulks and drops out, leaving only the two browns and the two blues in play. Wilanth doesn't seem to care that the blue is gone. He's not worthy for dropping out on her. She climbs higher until the Igen ledges look like marks on the walls of the weyr.
Wilanth> Omalth will not be able to sustain hard flight for too long, certainly not long enough to beat the older, larger dragons surrounding him. His only chance lies in crafty maneuvers, like the ones Wilanth herself seems so fond of. Accordingly, he twists his body upwards, flying almost vertically, to gain altitude, as if prepartory to a dive...
Wilanth> Dyamith loses ground that may never be made up but he's going to give his best. His roar of impatience at the upstart Omalth is backed up by a vicious lashing of his tail, hoping to catch the younger blue off guard. But the green! Straight up he goes, finding renewed energy. She's not that far!
Joshi gives Livia a most peculiar grin as she asks, "Are you suddenly shy brownrider?" She cocks her head to one side, looking up between strands of her hair that falls across her face. Then, she moves on standing in front of J'nol and saying, "Still here are you J'nol? I'd have thought Omalth would have tired out already..." One brow raises, "I'm impressed." She gives him a sly smile.
J'nol lifts his head proudly, staring Joshi straight in the eye. "Don't worry about my Omalth. He'll not tire soon. It's older dragons who have no stamina."
Wilanth> Hicerth continues to circle wide with a slight climb to his altitude. All the while, he watches the green soar upwards. Then there it is, the thermal he was looking for, and up he shoots in hot persuit, his golden laced wings filling with hot desert air to fuel the fires of his rage. The other brown, he's lost all respect for now, and the two blues? Hardly worth worrying about, apparently, as he stares straight on for his prize. His green. His weyr. (Nevermind that the other dragons are all from Igen too. It's still all his.)
Livia smirks darkly, her creepy gaze following Joshi as she walks away. L'zet, though, has to keep making his presense known and she sneers at him, "She's too much woman for you, bluerider. Better cut your losses and run home with your tail between your legs."
L'zet is lost n his lifemate by this time and his eyes reflect that desperate lusting as he looks unseeingly at the brownrider. Not the object of his affections by any stretch of the imagination, his gaze focuses on Joshi. And she's talking to that /boy/ again.
Wilanth> Wilanth is too fast for you Felisth! When the brown tries to catch her as she flies under him she sneaks past his claws and out of range. The brown screeches in surprise and then heads after her, forcing her hand as she turns and begins to head towards the twin forms of Omalth and Dyamith. What is a girl to do? Wilanth is forced to fold her wings and drop down. Losing height though - is not what she wanted and she has to snap her wings back out into the open so that she can gain her leverage back - lost leverage that could cost her.
"Let's see if you can handle her moves.. my moves," Joshi leans in close, saying this in J'nol's ear and pressing in dangerously close. And then she's away finding her way in front of P'can smirking up at him. "Are you trying again? You know Wilanth dislikes yours." He is of no interest but then she ends up in front of L'zet where she says, "You only want me because you know you can't have me bluerider.." She is mean.
J'nol leans against the wall just behind him, breathing heavily as if he's just returned from a race around the entire Weyr. His eyes follow Joshi around the weyr, sparing a quick glare for L'zet as she approaches him.
Wilanth> Dyamith crows victoriously as the green makes what could be a fatal error. He's been in wait for such a move and he dives down straight after the wily green. He doesn't go as deep however, plateauing where he gauges her projectory will be as she rises once again. What goes down must come up in flights. His tail and neck reach out, ready to pull the green into his loving yet firm embrace.
L'zet laughs with the victory that is right in his lifemate's grasp. "Don't be so sure of that, lil darlin'. I can have whoever I want, but I only want you .. on that bed now."
Wilanth> Omalth neatly avoids tangling wings with a particularly large brown, who is showing very clear signs of tiring. Omalth turns to practically smirk at his rival, but then his head snaps around to focus on the object of his desires again. And - oh no! That sharding old blue is already there! Putting on an extra burst of speed, Omalth dives swiftly after them, certainly not about to let Dyamith catch -his- green.
Livia smirks in wild amusement as Joshi taunts L'zet, a sort of crazed gleam in her eyes. With her chin canted down almost onto her chest and her eyes rolled up to watch the greenriders moves, her browns over shadowed her eyes, an unnerving mixture of amusement and rage.
"I don't think so L'zet," Joshi's eyes gleam in challenge. "You're only a shadow, my shadow, until your time is up Igen Watchrider." The insult is tossed casually out. "How can a shadow expect to be noticed?" And then she's turning her back on him, laughing at her insult.
Wilanth> Hicerth suddenly gives a loud screech of rage, an unprecidented sound from him during a flight, as he sees the blue trying to move in on his green. With quick reflexes, he abandons his thermal, and rockets down after the quartet of dragons, his speed reckless as he obviously intends to try and throw his weight around with the smaller dragons.
Wilanth> Wilanth miscalculates! Dyamith charging at her has the green on the run. She twists to clash with him. Her wings folding and her talons raking him along one side. It's enough to get her free of his clutches and then she has to evade other charges. Only one way to do that. Leaving Dyamith behind she surges up high, heading higher than she's already been, flying up and away. Felisth - tiring, drops out. The green is too acrobatic and he's too far away.
Wilanth> Dyamith creels in outrage at the spurn by the green. Hatred, fueled by lust propels him forward, blocking out the pain of the scoring along his side. No more is he a amorous suitor, no, something darker lurks behind his whirling eyes. He wings his way up until he's near the pack once again.
Livia snickers darkly at Joshi's insult, finding it rather amusing indeed. Nothing like seeing an arrogant fellow shot down.
Wilanth> Omalth is growing weary, but the dive he has slid into isn't so exhausting as plain flight. Higher than Wilanth, he straightens out his trajectory as the green grows nearer, calling to her with a soft, seductive croon. Come to me, my angel... He stretches out his neck, hoping to gain just that little bit of distance.
J'nol smirks at Joshi's putdown of the older bluerider, very much the same reaction as Livia. Still leaning against the cool stone wall, the young man clenches and unclenches his fists, breathing deeply and then exhaling slowly, shakily, as if in an attempt to calm down.
A hard set of the older bluerider's jaw and a steely, cold glint in his eye is belied by L'zet's soft tone. "I'd be careful little one. Very careful indeed."
Wilanth> Hicerth twists his mass, dodging between the retreating brown and a pursuing blue with experienced practice. Up he goes again, rocketing up at such an angle that he intends to cut Wilanth off. It would be sneaky, if he hadn't started that rumbling again, which just lets everybody know he's coming. Full ramming speed ahead, he charges the green as if his plan were to simply collide with her, and therefore catch her.
"You can only tell me what to do at work, not here," Joshi says equally arrogant as the older rider. "Because this is my body, my mind, my Wilanth, my desires." She looks at Livia, her eyes never leaving the brownrider as she says, "My need." Tongues will be wagging tomorrow.
Livia just stands there, her feet grounded in the same spot as they were placed when she stopped walking. A visible shiver runs through her as she stares eerily at Joshi, forgetting to taunt L'zet. More like, in that instant, L'zet who? J'nol? She's obviously forgotten about the likes of them. But, always with the leering.
Wilanth> Wilanth has exhausted herself in her maneuvers. It would be so easy for Hicerth to catch her. It would be so easy for Dyamith to get revenge by raking her back if he caught her. It'd be so easy.... but not really because it's Omalth who flew above her that snuck in on her. Wilanth avoids Hicerth's head on collision by swooping up higher and right into the sneaky blue's clutches. She screeches, protesting at first, but then accepts the blue as her new mate. Congratulations to him... of course - in a few hours he'll need condolences. Poor Omalth. Pity him - for what will come later when he least expects it.
Wilanth> Omalth bugles triumphantly to the sky and the other dragons. Victory! Score one for the young dragon! He nuzzles the lovely green - /his/ green.
Wilanth> Dyamith lashes out in range, fortunately for the green, it's a blind rage and his talons miss her tail by at least a dragons length or more. What makes matters worse, he is too well aware who won the flight and his seething eyes whirl bright red with rage as he dives down to the lake.
Joshi blinks. "Livia?" Wilanth being caught makes an impact on her long enough for her to say, "NO! Not the virgin!" But it seems this must be the way. She walks towards J'nol, following Wilanth's instinct.
Wilanth> Hicerth goes shooting well past his intended target as she tries to avoid him, and he shrieks with rage. Great buckets of boiling rage. The upstart! But with the defeat comes the sudden exhaustion, and he wings away from the other males who only manage to make him angry anyway.
J'nol swallows, pushing himself off the wall to walk towards Joshi, unable to tear his eyes away from her.
Livia actually looks surprised, starting to go after Joshi as she walks away, "Jos.." But the name doesn't even get all the way out before she turns in a huff, and shoves another rider out of her way in her hurry to get the shell out of the weyr.
Livia makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
L'zet says "Fardlin' dragon turd. That little seedling caught? Dyamith!" The Bluerider glares once more at J'nol, not able to look Joshi's way in fear he'll end up doing something he's not willing to pay the price for. "Lucky catch."
Joshi gives J'nol a shaggin good time but about the time it starts getting good - the clothes and what not being taken off - suddenly the cable goes on the fritz and you realize --- You didn't actually pay to see that porno!
IgenW-LC> Livia storms through the cavern, shoving a couple of her wingmates out of her way and heads for the table where they keep the liquor. A poor, nervous looking youth seems to be manning the table, and after the brownriders drink request, he anxiously shakes his head no. Incredulously, she demands, "What do you mean, /no/? You're going to tell me /no/?" Fairly quaking in his boots, the boy nods his head fearfully. She slams her hands down on the table, glaring, "By what right do you.." The boy says something quietly and she growls, throwing her hands up, "FINE!" Turning back around, she shoves her way back outside.
JUST A LITTLE WHILE LATER:
You head towards the lake to the west.
Joshi steps out onto the lake shore. She looks like she just tumbled out of a bed. Literally. Her shirt's not buttoned right, her pants are somewhat inside out. Her face -- well it looks like she might need a cigarette -- if Pern had those. As it is, she pushes her hands through her hair, staring out at the lakeshore in a daze.
Livia has sprawled herself out at the base of a large rock, staring up blankly at the sky. Beside her is a hole in the sand, which she apparently dug in a frenzy from the piles of sand all around it. Laying on the sand by the hole is an empty amber glass bottle, much like the one she had a few days previously.
"Shardin virgin," Joshi mutters to herself mostly, not having noticed Livia yet. "Wilanth where are..." She lets out a sigh, discovering the nature of where her dragon is. Tired out. Joshi walks down the shore and plunks herself down. She picks up a rock and throws it with a "PLOOSH" sound into the lake.
Livia sits up at the sounds of the rock sinking in the lake, sand plastered to one side of her face as she looks around with a frown. She mutters to herself, "Sharding kids, I'll show them..." She starts yelling into the quiet night, "Hey! Hey! Kid! Get off the beach! It's past your bedtime!"
"I ain't no kid!" Comes the reply back in the dead of night along with a snicker. "And you look like a sandwench." The dumb pun rolls easily off her tongue as Joshi looks over. "Livia?" Her voice sounds shaken as she realizes who she was just speaking to.
Livia pulls up an unpleasant sneer, "Oh yeah? Well, you look like..like..like..." She takes a long pause, trying to come up with a good come back and stutters finally, and rather lamely, "A weyrwench."
"No I don't cause a weyrwench is usually satisfied," Joshi says, rolling to her feet. She stretches, her arms shooting up over her head, her back bending to release her achy muscles. "And believe me.. . I ain't satisfied.. not a'tall." She releases her stretch and begins to saunter over towards the brownrider.
Livia smirks, somewhat sluggishly, but smirks all the same. She laughs, "What? My weyrling didn't fill your needs? Poor kid. I hope you didn't break him."
"No I didn't break him.." Joshi says sourly. She tosses Livia an unamused look, "But he does know how to kiss properly now." She settles into the sand on the other side of Livia's sand pit. She lays back, propping her arms under her head and looking up at the same stars Livia had been looking at. "Don't really want to talk about it now." She falls silent, not wanting to speak apparently.
Livia shrugs and lays back again, her own arms pillowing under her head. Still, she smirks. "Figures." But, despite her mood, she lets the quiet evening take over the conversation.
Joshi lets out a small sigh. She turns on her side, regarding Livia as she props her elbow up and puts her cheek in her hand. "Livia am I repulsive to you?" An unusual question - also perhaps not the best time to be asking the brownrider something sounding so serious - when she's in her cups.
Livia turns her head to regard the greenrider in surprise, "What? What kind of a question is that? You're not a tunnelsnake or slimey fish or anything like that."
"Well no," Joshi uses her free hand to idly draw a finger through the sand making a line picture. "But..." She seems shy to talk about this. Really unusual for her. "But... you're like..." She stabs her finger in the sand and find it's not soft as it looks. "Ouch!" She sucks on her finger a moment and then pulls it out, spitting sand out. "You're... well you liked Junni.. why doncha like..." -me- "Other girls?" So she didn't have the nerve to say it after all.
Livia's face clouds slightly at the mention of the goldrider and she looks up at the sky. "I do like other girls. I certainly don't are for boys. Bunch of layabout, useless upstarts....Really I'm just not good for them. Girls, that is. Not boys." Her fuzzy head gets a little bit of a rub before her hand stows away under her head again.
"So.." Joshi seems to be chewing her cheek - she never talked like this to Livia before. "Who's the lucky girl you got?" She tilts her head, hair trailing in the sand and getting dirty. She is watching Livia's face avidly.
Livia looks decidedly away from the greenrider, staring hard at the sky. "Got is a relative term. In my head, maybe. Keeping me from getting comfortable. Girls are very tricksy. Tough to handle, tougher to keep a hold on, or be held onto by. Girls and boys together are easy, cause girls can be girls and boys have to deal with it. Girls and girls, both want to be girls and sometimes that doesn't work. Too much alike. Butt heads a lot."
"Not all the time," Joshi says wisely. "Shards.. I get along better with ya than with T'asu or K'fen or my own brothers for that matter." She rolls back over onto her back staring up at the sky. "Sometimes I wonder though -- why's it that I can't seem to make up my mind what I want... " She crooks her elbow on her forehead, shading her eyes so they can't be seen. "Then I think maybe I just ain't found it yet."
Livia nods her head slowly, trying to stay focused on the conversation. "That could be...Sometimes the hardest part is finding out what you want. It could take you a lifetime, or it could just fall into place. It's stupid like that."
"Or it could be that person laying next to you under the stars drunk, needing a lift back to her weyr because her shardin dragon left her to sleep on the lake shore..." Joshi mutters. "You just never know do you Livia?" She doesn't look at the brownrider as she states that. Let her think on what she meant. Not hard to figure out.
Livia frowns a little, her thoughts easily jumping tracks and she wonders, "Why is it...do you think..that he can never catch her?"
"What?" Joshi questions. She turns over again looking at Livia. "Why who can't catch who?"
Livia blinks at Joshi, as if it were obvious, "Hicerth. Wilanth. Why do you think he never catches her?"
"Oh." Joshi turns back onto her back, looking up and contemplating Livia's question. "I don't know.." She shrugs even though it's not seen. "He tries.. but she's so fast..."
Livia shakes her head slowly, "I know there's no ryhme or reason to these things..But he tries so hard, and he wants it so bad that I can taste it. But he can't do it. My poor boy." She huhs, "Ah well. He'll have forgotten it by tomorrow. It just struck me, is all."
"Well..." Joshi is quiet and then offers, "He caught Qeturath? Maybe he's supposed to make fine clutches ...." She trying to be helpful - somewhat. "I don't know why he can't catch Wilanth..." And then she asks, "Why do you want him to catch Wilanth?"
Livia lifts a shoulder, "I just think it's strange. He catches lots of greens, but you know he's sort of sweet on Wilanth, so it just struck me as funny. Funny..." She trails off faintly, then ohs, "You know, you were wrong. What you said. That one time. When you were mad at me. I mean, you were right about most things you said. But not all of it."
"Huh?" Joshi looks at Livia again. "What did I say? I don't remember. I say alot of things when I'm mad. "
Livia glances over again and states in a rare moment of sharing something closely resembling a real feeling, "You said that I must not care about you. But I do."
Joshi gets real quiet. "You mean that?" Her voice when she speaks sounds kind of hopeful, yet a little bit afraid of what the answer may be. "Livia if you're just joshin me that ain't gonna be ..." She rolls over and looks at Livia. "Do you really mean that?" She's holding her breath.
Livia furrows her brow slightly, "I do care...You have to know I think the world of you, Joshi. Just because I'm kind of...dense..doesn't mean I don't have feelings in here somewhere." She hesitates, "But...."
"Well yes I know!" Joshi suddenly becomes animated, "I care too!" And then it dawns on her. "But?" Her eyes stare in shock at Livia, "But what?" They narrow, her lips forming a frown, not liking any 'buts' in there. "But what?"
Livia struggles to consider what she's saying here. "Maybe it's just the flight talking, I don't know...but if I could, I would ask you up to my weyr right now..but...Things are never that easy. And I am a slave to duty...and I'm not exactly free to be...doing things like that." She frowns, obviously feeling that didn't make much sense.
Joshi's face drops. "The flight?" She says it like there's a bad taste in her mouth. "The flight?" For a moment, there's anger flashing across her face, hurt disappointment, but it's took dark to see all that. Her fist clenches in the sand, holding it tight. Then she releases it and rolls back over with a sigh and her voice sounds tired and defeated. "Yeah... the flight." Is that sadness? Disappointment?
Livia frowns slightly up at the sky. Somehow that all came out wrong. She shakes her head and sits up, "I better find a ride up to my weyr before I get myself into anymore trouble tonight...I'm sorry about..well. Everything."
"I can take ya," Joshi offers. "I've got to get back to my weyr. Didn't really want to wake up next to J'nol in case he's the cuddly type or nothin." She rolls to her feet.
Livia hesitates a moment as she reaches to pick up her empty bottle. "I..er...thanks. Appreciate it." She brushes sand off her cheek, managing to get some in her mouth which makes her sputter and brush it away unpleasantly. "You don't like to wake up next to the rider who wins your flights?"
"I dunno," Joshi shrugs. "I don't think I've ever woken up to someone I know real well before." She shakes her head, "That girl from High reaches, Mohria.. some other woman from high reaches... J'nol... T'bor.." She ticks off. "Nope, didn't know any of them well enough to stick around." She tries to make light of the situation. "Probably best if Hicerth didn't win - I'd be gone and Wilanth would chase him off like she does the rest -- and you'd have to console him."
In the water, Wilanth lands with a splash!
In the water, Wilanth wades over to the main beach, dripping wet.
Livia mms faintly, rubbing her head as she staggers to her feet. "At least she didn't bite him this time...He cried for days over that..like he was some little kid.." She thinks a moment, "Seroth was the first green Hicerth caught, and that was the first and last time I ran out after a flight. I felt so bad for hurting Tethry's feelings that I promised myself to always stick around, have some nice conversation and bring food up for the greenrider. Less awkward feelings afterwards that way."
"Wow," Joshi nods. "You know I think that's what happened to me." She glances over as Wilanth touches down nearby. "My first flight, the brownrider ran out on me and I just assumed it always happened and started to do it myself." She shrugs. "Weird.. that you did it too." She cracks a smile, "Must be a brownrider trait."
Livia smirks a little, "It was my first flight...what do you expect? I certainly didn't expect to wake up next to a friend in such an intimate way. Naturally I ran away. Everyone has moments when they are less than brave." Bottle hanging limply from one hand and swaying unsteadily, she hardly looks like the bold brave brownrider that she would normally try to lead everyone to believe.
"Yeah that's true.. I nearly peed my pants when L'zet .." Joshi shakes her head, "Nevermind." She walks over and tries to loop an arm around Livia to steady her. "Ready to go mate?"
Livia allows the support, although she frowns and observes, "I don't like that L'zet fellow. Something about him...I just wanted to smash his face in all night. Is that normal?"
"For us? Yeah... but don't think he's always that bad," Joshi says. "He's not bad.. usually leaves me alone ... but Wilanth's been pushing Dyamith over the edge all day teasing him. She told him earlier she was ready to fly and since he was the only male he'd obviously be perfect for her." Joshi snorts. "Imagine poor L'zet's surprise when Dyamith took off after Wilanth -- with him still in the straps!" She chuckles remembering.
Livia chuckles in amusement, and murmurs, "Wish I had seen that...would have got a good laugh out of it.." She stumbles a little and sinks against the greenrider, unintentionally of course. "Er..oh..sorry. Think I still have my sealegs.."
"Yeah, A-L-C- ohol legs," Joshi says in reply. She manages to maneuver Livia towards Wilanth the green marching towards them contentedly. She'll be her usual cold calculating self in about two hours. Wilanth lowers her head so that Joshi can try to climb on and help Livia up.
Livia gives Wilanth a dubious sort of look, but since she seems to still be feeling good, she seems willing to make the effort necessary to mount the green. She comments absently, "I'm glad you're here, Joshi," while she's trying to focus on getting up.
Reaching down to pull her friend up into the straps Joshi says, "Me too... but why are you glad?" She grins down at Livia and uses all her strength to help haul her up behind her.
Livia climbs carefully on Wilanth's left foreleg and reaches for Joshi's hand before settling between two neckridges.
Livia tucks her bottle in safely once she's up and uhs, "Cause how else would I get home? Besides, you keep things fun."
Joshi chuckles. "I do don't I?" She twists and gives Livia a grin, "And you keep me in line so that I don't kill myself having fun." And back around. She buckles the drunk in. "Stay put and hold on to me dear." Wilanth shifts, gathering her muscles to jump aloft.
Livia yawns a little and does as told, mumbling, "Yes, ma'am."
You leap into the air, spraying sand all over!
You beat your wings powerfully to swoop up higher in the Bowl.
You land on Hicerth's ledge.
Wilanth lands on Hicerth's ledge, ready to drop Livia off. Joshi turns and begins to unbuckle the brownrider. "You going to be okay getting to your bed?" She questions. "Or should I help tuck you in?" She winks having offered that before.
Livia starts a little, apparently having dozed off for a moment and mumbles, "Huh? Oh...You can just drop me and I can sleep here. The floor is comfy." She looks down towards the stone with an adoring sort of look that only makes sense because she's taken a trip to drinkydrinky land.
"Mmhmm," Joshi nods. "Yeah I think you'll be better in bed." She dismounts first, sliding a leg over and sliding down Wilanth's leg encouraging, "Come on Livy luv, I'll catch ya."
Livia slides down Wilanth's foreleg and safely reaches the ground. The green dragon turns her head and snorts at them.
Livia complains as she hops down, "I can get down by my..whoops!" She stumbles and drops her bottle, which bounces without breaking on the stone and rolls over to the wall.
"Yuh huh," Joshi agrees catching Livia and wrapping an arm around her. "That was exactly why I'm tucking you in missy." She begins to lead Livia further into her own weyr. "Hard stone for a wingleader doesn't match."
Livia complains the whole way, "But I like sleeping on the floor...its not so bad...rough. Hard. Like me..." And some more, less intelligable things come ou t of her as well.
Livia heads into the inner weyr.
You head into the inner weyr.
"Not likely." Joshi says. "Come on, we'll get you into bed." She drags her way through the weyr and nearly stumbles on the uneven floor before finally depositing the rider into the bed that has the wedge beneath it. "There ya are."
Livia grumbles, but climbs into bed. Or rather, on top of the bed, and hugs a pillow. "Thanks, I think...for getting me home and all."
"Your welcome," Joshi says. "Good night Livia." She looks around for a blanket, but on finding none, let's the rider be, stepping back from the bed to head towards the ledge.
Livia yawns mightily and hugs her pillow tighter. She mumbles some more junk, the name Joshi in there somewhere, but its too hard to tell what she's going on about.
The End