Logfile from Silver K'rain gives Gynraeth a puzzled glance, then shrugs and heads on into the living cavern.

Keirath wings in from the lower bowl sky. Keirath has arrived.

You amble eastwards to the bright and cheerful living caverns.

Keirath> Padriuth is in a crouch. Probably hasn't moved from it since he landed, actually, from the looks of things. He lifts his head from his forepaws when Gynraeth arrives, whuffs towards her, then snorts. A rumble emanates, and he shifts a little in his place. Hm.

Kassandra walks in, hands stuffed in her pockets. "Monaco's duties," she says cheerfully. "Anyone seen Eliwys around?" Any mutterings from the bowl are totally ignored. For now.

Vasuri strides in, her arms full of leather straps and buckles. The life of a weyrling, don't you know. She mumbles softly, "Ryn, dear, you've got to stop growing. No, I didn't mean it that way, I....oh, never mind." Deftly dodging people as she moves across the room to a fairly empty table, she gives nods of welcome as she slides into her seat. Kassandra is noted, and she says, "Fort's duties. No....not recently, unfortunately."

Keirath> Gynraeth curves her neck about to survey her surroundings, and finds this place, and her companions, to her satisfaction. Slowly, she winds her tail about her body and settles down to rest. No doubt the alert male would notice the brighter-than-usual tones of green in her hide, even if it seems to have escaped her rider's notice.

K'rain trots in just behind Kassandra, calling after her, "Fort's duties." That courtesy dispensed with, he pivots to head for the food table.

"Fort's to Monaco and all that," L'gan offers from his seat, not even bothering to glance up from his plate. Of course, a few more forkfuls and the food's gone, so there's...really not much more to do with the now-clean dish. So it's pushed away almost irritably, and when he *does* glance up a nod is given to Kassandra, along with a, "Nope." Vasuri gets a near-pleasant smirk, another nod, and a blink. Er. "That's a lot of...leather." Indeed. K'rain gets a glance then, and he considers the greenrider for a long moment. "Hey. Koi. Wanna come over here?" There's seats! A few of them, actually, at his table.

Keirath> Padriuth is male. So, naturally, he notices. Just...not very quickly. Each set of eyelids affords a blink, and he shifts again, though this time the repositioning of his bulk somehow gets him closer to Gynraeth. Rumble.

J'ran ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
J'ran has arrived.

Keirath> Didarath notices, being older and more experienced in things like this than most of the youngsters scattered around. He simply bides his time. No need to get all flustered around the gills.

J'ran has been sitting in a quiet corner the who time, really!

Eliwys ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Eliwys has arrived.

K'rain is busy ladling soup into a bowl when L'gan addresses him. He looks up, letting the ladle drop back into the serving dish and regards the brownrider, blinking a few times-- it seems to take him several seconds to process the question and formulate an answer. "Sure," he says. "Just lemme finish getting my food." He moves down the table to collect a hunk of bread and slice himself some cheese.

Gently rubbing her neck, coming through the cavern door is Palia. She is somewhat weary having just finished a day's sweeps and her eyes are tired from peering around and craning her neck for any signs of misplaced thread. It did not happen and Palia is almost tired of never seeing it. She smiles to those in the cavern even as she heads over to the drink table.. what to choose now..

Vasuri sniffs, as L'gan's just being L'gan again. "What can I say, I like leather, but it's not for me, of course." Really, she can do much better than that in terms of retorts, but she's preoccupied. "Hi, K'rain," she says, giving her former classmate a cheerful grin. "Haven't seen you in a bit, what've you been up to?"

Kassandra wrinkles her nose up. "Dangit. I came all the way up here to see Eliwys and nobody's seen her? Well, now, that..." And look what the cat dragged in. "Eli! There you are! They been hiding you or something?"

Eliwys strides into the living cavern long legs carrying her easily across the expanse, shrugging off her jacket onto the back of a chair as she grabs a mug of klah. Ahhhhhh. Hrm? Head whips around, fingers pulling back hair from her face with a bright smile, "Kass! Hello there." Eyebrow raises, and head shakes, as she lets tendrils of steam wisp into her face as the mug rises to lips, "No, not to my knowledge, just had to go check on something at Boll." Likely excuse to visit warmer climes. "How in Faranth's butt are you?"

Prysm ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Prysm has arrived.

K'rain fumbles with bowl and bread, shifting the bulk of his burden to one arm so he can wave to Vasuri. "Hi. Been real busy with drills for Ceristh's weyrlings. How about you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just walks on past her to join L'gan at his table, perhaps assuming the bluerider will follow.

Keirath> Keirath turns his head to watch Gynraeth. He notices the green's aura of beauty definitely looks less sisterly and more... loverly. In more ways than one. Keirath croons his own greeting to Gynraeth. His gaze doesn't look away from her, riveted upon her not so subtle glowing presence.

L'gan seems satisfied enough with *that* reply -- K'rain's, that is -- so just sort of...leans back in his chair a little, legs stretching out underneath the table. Might as well relax, since he'll be busy talking in a moment or two. Vasuri just gets another, wryer version of that previous smirk, and an eyeroll. "Not for you? Hm." Could he say more? Yes. Yes he could. But he won't. Only because his gaze keeps unfocusing, and he's a little...distracted at the moment. Oh. There's K'rain. "So." Is that it? Ahem. "Pad says Gynraeth's looking...nice." Nice? Understatement there.

You sense that Gynraeth senses Keirath holds a note of endearing, suddenly not so shy tones in his french horn voice. It thrums the sounds of violins that seem to serenade your mind even as he speaks. << Hello gorgeous. >> Always shy he has been but suddenly he is not so...

Keirath> Gynraeth meets Padriuth's advance with a mellow croon. She'll not say no to him if he wants to lounge near her. Gently whirling eyes travel over his brown body, at least until her attention is distracted by one of the other nearby males. So /many/ nice dragons about to look at.

Prysm comes in, a bundle of hides under her arm, goggles on her hair. She sets the hides on a table -- oblivious to the crowd around K'rain, and heads for the food table.

Kassandra spares a glance over for the recently-graduated, and wrinkles her nose. Spying J'ran, she waves cheerfully before turning her attention back to Eliwys. "I," she says with a grin, "am doing -great-. Better than I have been in months, actually, now that Didarath's stopped arguing with Winnoth's every word. Moved recently. How's Leyrith? How're -you-? Enjoying Fort?"

Keirath senses Gynraeth's usual shyness, too, seems to have been shed like an ill-fitting cloak, though there's a remnant of it in her soft reply -- she's not bold or overbearing, just... comfortable. << Hello. >>

Keirath> Eeeexcellent. Padriuth can handle not being turned away. He's subtle in his advances, at least. Another shift brings him another inch closer. Not too close now. Just enough. She's the one who's being scrutinized now, and the closer the better.

K'rain sets his soup bowl down with a thunk and drops bread and cheese onto the table beside it, toeing a chair into place and settling into it with a heavy sigh. "Oh, eh? Thanks," he says absently, and reaches up to rub at his temples briefly before picking up his spoon.

Keirath> Didarath is a very nice-looking male, in his own way. Perhaps slightly overmuscled, but most likely the largest blue here. But if the little minxlet wants to go pick some other, even more overmuscled dragon, then that's her prerogative.

First her hand travels to the klah. Then it travels to the water undecidedly. Klah or water.. klah or water. The decision is taken from Palia as she gets a whiff of Keirath's thoughts. Instead of either her hand travels directly for a source of comfort... a wineskin. D'rien told her this was the best way to take care of it. The redhead has never touched more than a glass in all her life and yet she goes for the entire skin. "Please work," the prayer is whispered as she takes ahold of the delicate skin.

Eliwys chuckles, fingers automatically braiding hair as she looks around and smiles, nodding, to the various Fortians around, "Oh, things are wonderful" she exclaims, "And Leyrith is the same as normal, ornery and bad tempered."

Vasuri :looks up for a moment, leather straps forgotten. Oh, my, yes, there _is_ that section of strap that needs repairing, it stretched a bit last flight - but that can wait. Oh, definitely, that can wait. Leaving the straps on the table (thoughtfully piled out of the way), she ventures over to L'gan's table. L'gan's table? No, K'rain's table. She settles herself near the greenrider, giving him a smile - after giving L'gan a Look, of course. "Of course Gynraeth looks nice. She always looks nice. You keep her well, K'rain." Again, all concepts of significant speeches go out the window. What for, she has no idea.

Keirath> Gynraeth's tail twitches, once, twice, three times as her head turns, gaze resting on blue-brown-blue. Is she making a tally? She keeps her own counsel, though, and only looks. Didarath gets a longer look than the rest, though.

Keirath> Keirath is lean and wiry, deceptively cute and chicks just can't get enough of that funny lightning bolt of blue silver seared into his head. He watches Padruith shift closer to Gynraeth almost jealously.. What does that brown think he is doing? A warning rumble is sent in his direction because even though Keirath is feeling less brotherly to Gynraeth he's not without some protection towards the green. That, and a fierce urge to suddenly defend and claim that puppy love she's offered in the past towards him.

You sense that Padriuth senses Keirath has a tempered kettle drum of annoyance seeping his tones as he warns. << She is mine.. Stay away >>

Kassandra gives the crowd of people around K'rain a slightly longer look, before rolling her eyes. "Looks like it'll be a while before I get out of here," she mutters, before grinning at Eliwys. "Good, she hasn't changed any. How're you and what's-his-bucket? Sath calls him Snotty-Boy, so I'm afraid I've totally forgotten his name."

"Mmhm." Oh. L'gan. Snap out of it. He blinks, shakes his head as if to clear it -- which probably isn't too far from the reality -- and then nods. Odd. "Don't thank me though. I'm not the one noticing." Is he attempting to drop subtle hunts to the greenrider? Maybe. He's been through this before, afterall. Even if it was only the one time. Vasuri's Look is met with one of his own. But instead of, well...saying anything, he just turns his attention towards Eliwys and Palia, who both get polite waves and nods. "Come sit, Palia?"

Vasuri pages: Aaaaand we're off! It's Palia first towards the wineskins as L'gan and Vasuri jockey for position after the opening bell!

K'rain's smile isn't quite as bright as usual, but he gives Vasuri a friendly nod. "Thanks. She just had a bath this afternoon, and I tried some new oil I got as a present, so her hide's looking well, I think." He leans over his bowl and takes a good whiff of soup. Mmmmm. Spoon sets to work, and the food begins to disappear at a healthy rate.

Keirath> Padriuth can take *not* being noticed. He can gaze at Gynraeth all he wants, whether she's returning the gazing or not. Keirath just gets a snort of the slightly irritated variety, and the very tip of his tail flicks once. Again, in irritation. Someone's touchy.

J'ran favors Kassandra with a smile, though he seems content for the moment to stay in his corner.

Keirath> Gynraeth's attention shifts again, then, and her answering rumble is a warm acknowledgement of Keirath's sweet impulse to protect her. Isn't he just so cute?

Keirath senses Padriuth's own mindvoice rumbles back, a distant thunderstorm waiting to erupt into a full-blown show of natural disaster. << Bah. >> That's that. Nothing more.

Eliwys laughs, "His *name*" she stresses, "is J'van, and he's doing marvellously so far as I can tell. I have to admit it's very strange" she adds, lifting a hand to wave back to L'gan, "being in the same weyr as him, and being on the same timezone as him. How's A'then doing?"

Keirath> Folath twitches his loamy tail, content for now to watch Gynraeth from a distance.

After getting that skin, Palia turns and regards those chairs available. She bites her lip nervously eyeing that table because that is where... *HE* is and she's a little afraid of what Keirath's feeling as well as what will happen... she still hasn't gotten over losing Yilisa and so it is with another Faranth sent prayer that Palia heads over to their table. "Thanks L'gan." Does she really mean that? This wine had better work or D'rien's going to get the sharp side of her tongue later.

Keirath> Keirath snorts back at the brown. He croons once more to Gynraeth, promising to always protect her from the big bad boys, including brown, bronze and blue alike. Ever so subtly he moves closer to her, just daring to tempt within the range of her glowing brightness.

Kassandra grins. "J'van. I am -so- stinking bad with names, Eli, you should know that by now, and with Sath calling him Snotty-Boy, well, that doesn't help, now, does it?" she says, all impish grin. "A'then's doing marvelously. He's got Ella right now -- she's visiting us -- and I was done with drills and whatnot so I came up to see you."

Vasuri seems vaguely put out by K'rain's response, and pours herself a glass of water. Palia gets a smile too, although it's not the same smile she normally gives her dragon's best friend's rider. "You sure you should be drinking that?" she asks her, wrinkling her nose then indicating the time of day. "Awfully early, don't you think?"

Keirath> Didarath can quite handle being noticed. He pulls himself up subtly, all big muscular blue. See? He's bigger than any other blue here. Look at that muscle definition, that incredible color of his hide! (No, he's not vain. Not at all.)

Keirath> Gynraeth sits up a little straighter, and the tapping of her tail stills for a moment as Astonth arrives. She warbles prettily at him, and watches, awaiting expectantly a proper greeting from the blue.

Keirath> Astonth seems to abandon all manners as he approaches at E'ner's back. Warble-rumbling and flaring his wings, he wedges his way into the dragon parking lot outside the living cavern. Get closer to Gynraeth?! *Hiss!* That's his job..no?

Prysm ladels some stew into a bowl, eager to get back to her hides. On second though, she leaves them be, and unconsciously heads to the table with K'rain, Vasuri, Palia and L'gan. She offers the group of them a single nod before dropping into a seat. "What's wrong, Palia?"

You sense that Gynraeth senses Keirath sweeps into your thoughts gently, wooing with the lighter tunes of a pipe and flute blending in sweet harmony. <>

Eliwys smiles brightly, tying off her braid with.. well, that seems to be a problem, so she just hangs onto it for the time being, "I sure hope you don't call him that to his face, Kass, he is the Weyrleader afterall" she says, trying to hide the tone of shock from her voice.

Keirath senses Gynraeth's thoughts flutter appreciatively, like a blown kiss. << You are sweet. It is kind of you to want to protect me. Does Astonth seem angry to you? I hope he isn't upset. >>

Keirath> E'ner stops. "So /that's/ why you wanted to come up here so bad." he surmises and then he begins to smile and pats his lifemate on his tail. "Thanks friend. Now let's see what we can make of this..eh?"

E'ner ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
E'ner has arrived.

You sense that Gynraeth senses Keirath struggles to control a tempered kettle of jealousy at the thought you would even think of another dragon.. but of course your lovely thoughtfulness would not just think of him as he does you now. << I think he is angered because he knows how much I adore you right now. >>

K'rain flashes a smile at Prysm as she comes to join them, then winces unaccountably and sets down spoon and bread to reach up and rub his head again. He's got his back to the door, so he doesn't notice E'ner's entrance.

"You're welcome, Palia." Pleasant enough. L'gan can be pleasant, see? Except for when he's not, which is shown when he tilts his head down and mutters something under his breath. Either a comment to his bond or some...odd form of talking to himself. Probably the former. Then it's back to the people at the table, or more K'rain. Hm. He looks about to comment again on something, then blinks and glances over at Prysm. Uh-oh. "Hey Prysm." Ah. Pleasant. Yes, he can be pleasant. Palia, or more importantly her wineskin is eyed then. "Yea...a little early for wine." Indeed.

Keirath> Padriuth is still here, and is still observing. Quietly. No need for vocalizations. Just...watching.

Prysm makes a point of smiling back at K'rain, and ignoring L'gan. She dips her spoon and blows on it, watching Palia curiously.

"Nothing," Prysm's questions is answered... very unlike Palia. She never says ... 'nothing' like some country bumpkin girl from who knows where? She glances over at K'rain and uncorks the wineskin bottle. Now here's something you'll never see every day. Palia doesn't bother with a glass simply raises the skin to her lips and takes a pull on it. She does make a face though... wine, not used to it, is nasty stuff for those not bred to it.

Keirath> Gynraeth rests a speculative gaze on Astonth, as though evaluating his approach for grace and style. It's with an almost haughty air that she turns away, turns to none other than Keirath, her self-appointed protector. She uncoils her tail and gets to her feet, almost gliding across the sandy bowl floor to take up a new spot at his side.

Kassandra gives J'ran a smile, before laughing outright at Eliwys. "I did learn a -few- manners at Ista," she says cheerfully. "No way would I call him that to his face. I don't think he particularly likes me, but that's his loss." Kassie, for her part, just shrugs. "I was wondering when that blue of yours would drag your randy rear end up here, E'ner," she notes to the incoming bluerider.

E'ner comes in and waits till his eyes adjust before approaching the grouping round the young greenrider. Pausing on the way, he greets Eliwys. "Well this is strange." comes the laugh. "Monaco's duties Eli. You're looking well."

Keirath> Folath may be smaller than most browns, but that still puts him as being bigger than the blues, while his lithe, streamlined form lets him be just as agile as some of the larger blues. But he doesn't feel the need to show off. Indeed, they'll see him soon enough in the air.

Keirath> Keirath tries to prevent a croon of absolute delight at the green's choice to sidle towards him. He unfurls a protective wing to shield her under should she want it to wrap around her, cozy and warm to snuggle up. He would not mind that at all. And he's so pleased she chose him.

J'ran chuckles softly at Kass's choice of words.

Eliwys wrinkles her nose at Kassandra, "It's not likely he'd miss it, now is it?" she adds with a smile, then nods to E'ner, "E'ner, my duties to Monaco. How you doing?"

Keirath> Didarath snorts roundly. She chose him -for now-. Things shall be different in the air, oh yes they shall. So he bides his time, drawing little pictures in the sand with the tip of his tail, his eyes not once leaving the lithe young green.

Shoshana ambles in from the northeastern bowl outside.
Shoshana has arrived.

K'rain isn't so out of it that he'd miss picking E'ner's name out of the conversation floating through the cavern. He twists about, and with a small cry of delight, launches himself out of his chair to hurry over and greet the bluerider. But his hasty movement unbalances him, and he stumbles and nearly falls but for another nearby chair that he braces himself on.

Keirath senses Gynraeth projects << That must be it. I think you are very sweet, though. So you mustn't worry about silly Astonth. My rider will tell his rider to be *nice*. >>

Kassandra snickers very, very quietly at the greenrider's near mishap. "With a greeting like that, it's not sharding likely," she notes, giving J'ran a wink for his chuckle. "A'course, that one would stir his blue for just about any greenflight, I think. It's a wonder he's ever at home."

Keirath> Gynraeth loops her tail over Keirath's, consenting to curl up beneath the sheltering shadow of his wing.

Prysm just blinks at Palia. "Er..." She also blinks at K'rain's sudden launching, unable to supress her grin, as she turns to see who he's so eager to get to. Her eyes roll and she turns back to her stew. "Just don't let J'van see you with that, Palia. He'll call you a sot."

E'ner shrugs his insouciant E'ner shrug. "Thread falls, eggs hatch, Astonth catches the greens..nothing changes." Den jerks around at K'rain's precipitious approach and makes the leap to help catch the greenrider. "Whoa there m'friend! Slow down." Yep..he's happy to see K'rain too!

You sense that Gynraeth senses Keirath curls around you even as his mind touches yours with that same soft flute note, long and sweetly drawn out. << I am glad of it... Gynraeth you are very thoughtful...I should much enjoy if you would come visit me in my weyr with Palia more often >> Shyness has been replaced by a gentle urge to let you know how he truly feels about you after having admired you from so far away for the longest time.

Keirath> Astonth is rejected? No way! He allows Keirath his moment of solace and waits off to the other side watchfully.

Shoshana strolls into the Cavern, rubbing one eye a little tiredly. "G'day." she greets all in general, along with one of those general nods, that saves you from nodding to everyone in a crowd up until your head falls off your neck. She stops at the serving table, grabbing a mug of klah, and then heads over towards the tables, sitting in one of the nearest chairs.

Keirath> Keirath doesn't consider the other males rejected... well no he actually does, but their loss is his gain as he has the lovely Gynraeth right where she should be, curling up under his wing. His own tail slides over hers in consent, happy to join this way. They will stay this way all night if he has any say about it. He may have lost one flight, but Gynraeth *WILL* be his.

Vasuri is startled out of her funk by K'rain's deft floor navigation. "Nice," she offers. "Reminds me of the dramatic leap done from the cliff by...who was that...W'lenda when he was trying to escape the big felines. Landed right on his dragon's back instead of the ground, luckily."

Maykara walks in quietly to take her usual chair in the far corner. She nods a warm greeting to all those in the room as she makes her way to her seat, sitting down and unfolding the blue-grey tunic she had folded and holding in her hand. She then takes out a threaded needle and begins completing the design around the collar of the tunic, her hands moving quickly. She spots Shoshana and smiles warmly to her.

K'rain's arms go around E'ner, as much to steady himself as to express affection. "Hi! It seems like forever since I've seen you... how are you?" He blinks owlishly at the other man, and grins a somewhat strained grin.

Keirath> Didarath flops his tail back and forth, watching and waiting and biding his time. Eventually she'll notice him. He can wait. For the time being.

E'ner looks for a second and then leans down to sniff before kissing his sometime lover in greeting. "You've been in the wine, m'friend." He looks back.."Eli? He been in the wine?"

Eliwys raises her eyebrows, fingers curling around her mug, "How would I know? I can get Leyrith to ask if you want." That is, how much information do you really want?

K'rain shakes his head, an emphatic denial. "No! I haven't. I just... feel funny. I'm kind of dizzy, I think... I think I must be coming down with something. Or something." He blinks again, and shakes his head as if to clear it.

"Why do you have to do that," Palia whispers ever so softly. She gives up and takes another drink of her wineskin. Quite aware of Keirath's wooing of the green outside she settles herself into drinking before he starts...something she'll likely end up having a hangover for. She glances over at Prysm and then her gaze falls on K'rain greeting his longtime friend/lover. "Why's he sniffing K'rain?" her voice is quiet. Suddenly she giggles... "snorting him." No way.. two drinks and she's toast? Not likely but she's going to get there.

Shoshana smiles at Maykara, tipping her chair slightly to peer at the other girl's project, "Hey 'Kara, what're you workin' on?" she inquires curiously. "Mendin' work?"

Kassandra eyes Palia for a moment. "Lay off the sauce," she advises, before sinking to a chair and looking around. "Well, I don't need any information you wouldn't willingly offer, Eli," she notes with a grin. "Tell me, is it always this nutso when a green does her thing up here?"

J'ran quietly rubs his temple "And so it begins again."

Eliwys replies with level sarcasm, "Is it any different with any green, in any Weyr?" she asks, sipping from her mug. "I think I'll put myself somewhere safe."

Vasuri glares at the unforseen...addition...to the party before holding a hand out for Palia's wineskin. "I'll have some of that myself," she says shortly. It takes a loooong moment before the comments from Kassandra and J'ran sink in. She pales, then flushes. "Oh, _shard_ it."

Maykara looks up at Shoshana, halting her work for a moment as she does, "Oh, I'm just adding a pattern to the edge of the collar on a tunic I sewed together awhile back. It was a bit too plain of a colour, so I figured to add something to it." She then grins rather crookedly and picks up her work again.

E'ner is already close, so he whispers.."You're proddy K'rain. Or should I say..Gynraeth is. She's going to rise...there's a crowed of males right outside." He winks Eli's way at her comment. "Aww..not staying for the fun El? "

Well. L'gan seems to be handling this rather nicely, considering the fact that he appears calm. Or at least calm enough. "Stupid dragon." Or not. His head turns in a glance Bowl-wards, and another muttered sentence or two manages to be audible as something like, 'quit that' and 'cut it out'. The nerve of that brown, filling L'gan's head with those...things. "Because he can?" is the reply to Palia's question. Again she's eyed, then it's Vasuri's turn when she asks for the other bluerider's 'skin. "You too?" Wine. Popular drink for those Flights.

Eliwys snorts at E'ner, "I personally see nothing funny in tormenting proddy riders" she declares, that nose going into the air.

K'rain's eyes go wide in stunned shock. "I what? Is /that/ why they're all... oh. Oh." He turns to survey the group that had assembled around /him/, and comprehension slowly washes over him, bringing with it a tinge of dismay. "What'll I do?" he whispers urgently to E'ner.

Kassandra gives J'ran a bit of a smile, before settling back into her chair and wrinkling her nose at Eliwys. "I'd do that but Didarath's the wrong color," she remarks, frowning a touch. "And yeah, Eli, there's nothing funny about tormenting them. But it's kinda a fact of life or somesuch."

Palia shoots Vasuri a very defensive look that plainly says, 'Get your own shardin wineskin blue weyrling'. Of course she's feeling protective of this green dragon not wanting to share it with anyone... er no wait that's the wine she doesn't want to share. She scoots it back towards herself and locks her gaze on L'gan. "You... later.." She promises with a threat not really explaining what 'later' means.

Keirath> Gynraeth goes back to checking out those other males-- discreetly, mind, now that she's nice and warm and comfy under Keirath's wing.

Higher in the air you mean? E'ner snorts at the goldrider's airs and replies to K'rain, "Stay with Gynraeth and in the end...well..what comes natural."

J'ran chuckles again "Seems Eli is the smart one."

Shoshana eyes Vasuri and Palia with raised brows, she never thought them to be the drinking types, but live and learn right? Of course, this girl hasn't really caught on to what's going on...or what's going on with K'rain's lifemate one might say. Maykara gets a nod, "Sounds nice, looks like you've got a lot of work goin' for you. Good to be busy."

Something inside Prysm clicks and she makes a small aaahing noise, before curling more over her stew. "That you for being green," she mumbles around her spoon.

Eliwys grins at J'ran, "There's something to be said for having Leyrith for a lifemate." Not much, but there is some.

Keirath> Astonth tries to relax but can't quite seem to get his wings to fold and settle. The rustle/slide of sail on sail bespeaks his restlessness, as does the occasional vocal hum.

Vasuri snarls right back at her friend. "Well, thank you for being so supportive, Palia." Suddenly remembering the water glass in her hands, she drains it in two long gulps. Her eyes flick back to K'rain, and stay there, her green gaze darkening to black.

E'ner winks. "If wanting'll do it, he will. But it's up to Gynraeth really." He looks over the rest of the group. "It's not a bad gathering. Either way you'll be okay..don't worry."

Keirath> Keirath nuzzles Gynraeth's neck to draw her attention back to him. He rumbles at the other males joining the small *mine is bigger than yours* type male competition that seems to be racing up and down the length of blues and browns.

J'ran nods "Aye. Probably be wise for you to make your escape before the cavern ends up filling with frustrated maleriders, Eli." He directs a resigned smile toward Kass "That sounds about right."

Kassandra chuckles at Eliwys, though the sound's a touch strained. "Yeah. Otherwise someone with less sense than libido could...well." End of story. J'ran's smile gets a return of the gesture. "And so we get caught up in yet another one of these things. Funfun."

J'ran nods "Aye, lass. Want some wine?"

Eliwys laughs at J'ran, "I have one of those all the time, thankyouverymuch" she notes, "but you're right, and I have things to do."

Eliwys walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
Eliwys has left.

"Me? Later?" Huh? L'gan doesn't like the sound of *that* too much. Eyeing goes from Vasuri to Palia on that note, and his eyebrows furrow. "Alright?" At least he's not alert enough and 'all here' enough to really toss a threat back at the bluerider. He just sort of...glares at her, and straightens in his seat. "I know, Pad." Grr. "Why did this have to happen *now*?" And they never come with enough warning, either. Grumble.

J'ran eyes K'rain as he says to Kass "See, this is what I was telling you. Blueriders, at least, can empathise."

Prysm spots Eliwys' abrupt departure and crinkles her nose down at her stew before considering the growing number of maleriders in the Caverns. Remembering to snatch up her hides, she quietly makes her leave.

K'rain takes a step back and tries to tug his hands free of E'ner's. "Let go," he hisses under his breath.

Kassandra nods. "Wine sounds great," she notes, before nodding. "Yeah, we can. I think I'm just gonna sit here and stay out of the way of most of the insanity, okay? At least, as much of it as Didarath will let me stay out of."

Keirath> Gynraeth shifts beneath Keirath's wing, restless. It's all very well to snuggle with a sweet blue, but certain urgings are beginning to stir her, and just snuggling is somehow not quite enough, suddenly.

Maykara continues to work on her tunic, not paying much attention to the others in the cavern.

J'ran says "All things considered, I hope you don't mind drinking from the skin. I don't think glasses would be a good idea about now."

E'ner blinks.."K'rain?" ..even as his grip loosens. He still steps forward, saying again.."K'rain?" all confused like.

Keirath> Didarath comes on the alert at the change in the young green. The time for lolling about is past. The time for action looms. For the first time, the blue gives voice to his emotions, a low croon escaping his muzzle.

"I'll be right back," K'rain blurts, and bolts for the bowl.

Keirath> Padriuth was waiting for that. Again the pace of swirling eyes is quickened, and he's suddenly alert, muscles rippling under dark hide. Mm.

Kassandra watches K'rain bolt off, and sighs. "Grab a skin of something good and strong," she says, resignedly. "I think we're about to start here."

Palia blinks. "Where is he going?" Her words are slightly.. off balanced as she watches K'rain take off towards the bowl. "Prysm too?" She looks a little confused. "Yes Later... I want to talk to you," this snapped at L'gan because with wine comes truth and she has a bug to chew with him.

J'ran nods "Yes ma'am!" he says, and grabs a smaller skin on the way out.

J'ran walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
J'ran has left.

Keirath> K'rain dashes out and comes skidding to a halt just outside the caverns, blinking in dismay at the sight of the dragons ringing Gynraeth. He opens his mouth and then shuts it again, shaking his head slowly from side to side.

Keirath> Keirath is alert. Gynraeth no longer content to snuggle with him? That isn't to be done. He reluctantly untwines himself from her lovely hide. His eyes whirl with a strange light of desire one that's possessive as well as intentful. He wants this little green of such puppy love to be his... And so he must feed. Feed and feed well. Blue tail turns on tip as he turns and launches into the air. Wings catch and he springs upward catching a thermal to descend towards the feeding grounds.

L'gan stiffens when K'rain...leaves, and settles his hands on the table's edge. They clench to get a grip, then he stands, chair toppling over with the rather abrupt movement. "Pad...I'm gonna get you for this. I swear. I'll drown the cat." Don't think he won't? Just watch him. Palia gets a blink, again, but he just shakes his head after a moment. "Whatever." Right. Then ut's off after K'rain he follows, albeit reluctantly.

L'gan walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
L'gan has left.

Vasuri gets to her feet, shaking. "Rynweth, I...." she begins, then goes completely silent. With a bite of her lip, she heads in the direction of the others.

Vasuri walks off westwards to the bowl floor outside.
Vasuri has left.

Palia frowns. Her fellow weyrling... no wait riders are leaving her? "Oh no you don't.. you're not getting off so easy brown boy." She gets up, swaying slightly. That wineskin is grabbed and she heads out into the bowl.

You amble westwards to the bowl floor outside.

Astonth rumbles once more to the green and her multi-hued escort before spreading his wings complete and taking to the skies.

E'ner ambles in from the bright and cheerful living cavern.
E'ner has arrived.

Kassandra ambles in from the bright and cheerful living cavern.
Kassandra has arrived.

K'rain's gaze fixes on E'ner when the other rider emerges. "They're all leaving!" he whimpers.

Kassandra scrambles out of the caverns, and hits the brakes next to J'ran. "No way do you take that wineskin away from me at a time like this," she mutters, making like she's going to grab it.

E'ner nods, "They're blooding.", his gaze different than before and his whole demeanor ..expectant. "Gynraeth will rise soon."

Keirath> Folath has captured himself a large herdbeast. As the creature struggles and bellows in terror in his claws, Folath's muzzle dips down to take off it's head with a sickening crunch. Intently he laps up the fount of crimson that results.

Keirath> Keirath spreads his translucent silver blue wings, the lightning at twilight dragon descending down upon a buck. Talons and wings that had so gently curled about Gynraeth to protect her from those males now sinkwith deadly accuracy into the flesh of the herdbeasts back. A bleating call is cut short as verociously, Keirath begins to snap at its neck. The flesh is seared through by incisors that find the sweet hot blood and begin to suck it, blooding his kill so that he may catch his lovely lovely lady.

J'ran protests "I'll share, I'll share!"

Keirath> Padriuth comes lumbering in, annoyed snorts coming every so often from flared nostrils. A short leap takes him over the staves, and he lands heavily on the other side, a lavender hue tinting and jading the previous blues of his eyes. It's huntin' time. He stalks the herdbeasts and wherries, hones in on one bulky buck, and spreads his wings with an almost audible snap. He sort of hop-flutters over to the victim, and when he gets close enough snatches a forepaw out. Herdbeast is effectively snagged, and brought to waiting jaws, which close upon the poor thing's neck with a sickening crack. The carcass is dropped to the ground then, and that same muzzle lowers to lap at the blood that flows from it. Mmm.

Keirath> Astonth wastes no time. Stooping from on high, he pulls up at the last minute to grab a beast before it can even emit a startled bawl. Still on the wing, he sweeps upwards to land outside the fence and begin his blooding.

L'gan seems more indifferent now then anything else, hands stuffed in his pockets, head tilted down, gaze on the ground as he meanders on out. "Shardin' Flights..." Muttermutter. "Tell 'er to blood only and all that." Right. The nearest wall is leaned back against, away from the general crowd of maleriders, and his eyes lift from ground to...K'rain. Where it locks. He'll watch, but no more.

Keirath> Didarath wastes absolutely no time in coming down on a fat herdbeast. The animal's squall of fear is cut off by the *crack* of its back as the blue's sheer weight squishes it flat. One paw reaches out to impale a wherry buck that had the bad luck to come too close, as well. Pinning the struggling bird under his paw, Didarath slashes the bovine's neck with a single sharp talon, locking his jaws on the beast's throat and greedily slurping up the crimson lifeblood that wells out of the wound. The wherry eventually coughs out its last breath, coincidentally just as Didarath finishes off his first victim. Squishing the pathetic corpse into flat nothingness, the process of blooding is repeated on the wherry, every drop of potential energy drained from the limp carcass.

Keirath> Rynweth isn't so prone to grace, or choosiness, at the moment. What is important is blood. Lots and lots of it. His turquoise wings spread to their fullest, he sweeps across the panicked herd and plummets down abruptly, claws, then fangs, sinking into his herdbeast prize. He drinks lustily, one eye always on the glowing green beauty before him.

J'ran opens the skin and presses it into Kass's hand. Ladies first, right?

Keirath> Gynraeth comes gliding in after the others with an angry screech. Ignore her, will they? Keirath gets an extra-specially indignant hiss, for leaving her so abruptly. A claw lashes out to fell a bleating beast as she lands-- she can kill with the best of them, see? Talons rip at the meat, and she bows her head to eat-- then freezes, growling low in her throat.

K'rain reaches hands out to E'ner, his face going pale. "She's... she's... I never," he manages to say, then squinches his eyes tight shut-- he's /with/ her.

"You better share." Kassandra snags the proffered skin and takes a hefty pull on it. "Dumb blue getting me stuck here at a time like this." The ongoing muttering -- sometimes laden with curses, sometimes not -- goes on under her breath. "You had -better- keep her to blood only, kid!" she barks, employing a rarely-heard ex-Wingleader's tone of voice. "Else you'll be -really- sorry."

Keirath> Folath tosses his drained carcass aside and looks about for more prey. He spots a fluffy ovine that ventures too close in it's panic. With a swift swipe of his claw the creature is neatly decapitated before it's body even has a chance to realize there's no brain left to tell it to stop running. No matter. Folath snatches the beast up, lifting it to his muzzle where he makes short work of it's hot blood.

"You ain't gettin away so easy," Palia tumbles out of the cavern. Her gaze is meant for L'gan but it locks on K'rain and stays on the green assistant fledglingmaster. She doesn't yell or scream at him like others do trusting he'll keep her in line even as she keeps Keirath in line. Or tries to.

Vasuri half-reclines, half-faints against a handy rock. Her eyes are on her lifemate as he rampages across the feeding grounds, but they're glazed over as she concentrates, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. E'ner can't touch. If he does he'll.. he'll do more than he should for certain. "Stay with her." he whispers encouragingly.

Keirath> Astonth has finished his first and is in the air again, just in time for Gynraeth's first kill. He lands with a deft grab of a foreclaw at a fleeing buck and before dispatching the poor beast, hums lustily at the glowing young green. She's no youngster now and he's through with teaching.

"I'm trying," K'rain manages to say through clenched teeth. "...I /am/." And his expression relaxes as something snaps into place; he opens his eyes again. They're strange, haunted. But Gynraeth will obey. He turns to gaze unseeing toward the feeding grounds, sucking deep breaths into his slight body.

Keirath> Padriuth is still on that herdbeast buck. Apparently the blood ran freely through the beast's veins before it was shed to the feeding grounds. But the supply of crimson has to stop sometime, and it does, leaving Padriuth to rumble in an irritated sort of way. But another animal is soon focused upon, and he abandons the carcass of the previous kill to stalk a wherry in one corner of the pens. Heeere birdy. Another pounce, and he lands atop this one, crushing it under a forepaw immediately. Again a now-bloodstained muzzle lowers, and the flow is greedily guzzled, while one whirling eye centers its focus on Gynraeth's glowing form.

J'ran chuckles at Kass "Take it easy lass, or I'll end up having to carry you out of there. That's fortified wine."

Keirath> Gynraeth's growl turns to a snarl, but when she lowers her head it's to blood, rather than to devour that delicious steaming meat. Bloodbloodblood. Sluuuurp. She drains it all, what hasn't already seeped into the ground, and lifts her head to point her red-smeared muzzle toward the sky.

Keirath> Keirath did not mean to leave Gynraeth.. He just wanted to be the first to blood for her... He wants to be the first at flying, the first to blood, the first to catch her and hold her to him. The first for her and she the first for him, discovering their innocent love together. Not so innocently another beast is slain, neck sliced by talons that already bring the furry beast up to his eager maw. Crimson stains his muzzle, painting a death portrait of dragon lust upon his face even as his eyes whirl as hungrily for the blood as they do Gynraeth. The beast is drained of its lifeforce to fill him.

Keirath> Rynweth finishes with his first kill, and with a roar of rage he launches himself towards yet another hapless beast fleeing past. One paw slams it to the ground, then draws it near. The frightened squeals of the ovine turn into a bloody gurgle as the blue makes quick work of it, ripping out the throat and feasting on its crimson liquid. A bloody muzzle swings back toward the green, bugling in triumph. But that's still not enough. The exsanguinated animal is dropped to the ground and forgotten, as Rynweth prepares to go on the hunt again.

D'rien ambles in from the central part of the bowl floor.
D'rien has arrived.

Keirath> Didarath disposes of his second beast and snags a third and a fourth, a pair of wherries who ran straight into his waiting paws. Come to papa. The first one is pinned beneath his hindpaw as a stroke of his forepaw breaks the neck of the second. Without bothering to slash, the blue fastens his teeth into the neck of the wherry, sucking it dry in a trice and tossing the carcass towards some hapless contender. The second wherry is given the same treatment, including the toss. All the while, his eyes remain firmly on Gynraeth, the glowing green beauty that dominates the thoughts of all in the feeding grounds.

Kassandra snorts roundly, taking another slug of the wine. "Fortified just means it does the required job quicker," she notes acidly, glaring in the direction of the feeding grounds. "Ijjit blue."

Keirath> Folath gathers his hind quarters beneath him, his great faceted eyes fixed on the glowing green form, watching for any sign that she's ready to spring into the air, because he is certainly ready to give chase.

J'ran nods "Aye, quicker and with less volume, but you know that." He refrains from doing anything more than sipping, himself.

Palia works her way through the wineskin. Half of it is already gone. She totters for a moment, never having drunk so much in her life. "You know he really did sniff him." She can't get that image of E'ner and K'rain ... E'ner sniffing K'rain out of her head. She wanders near the green rider and actually leans over to sniff him. "He don't smell.."

K'rain blinks back to himself and looks at Palia like she's lost her mind. "What are you /doing/?"

E'ner eyes her too. Strange woman. Eyes vague as he's mostly with Astonth just now, he gives her a long stare and then it's back to K'rain.

Keirath> Gynraeth unfolds her wings to launch-- but it's not to full flight, not yet. She skims a meter or two above the ground, catching talons in the wings of a wherry and bringing it to the ground with her as she lands.

Keirath> Falnerith lands with a silent glide, crimson stains dying his hide purple as he watches the green with lavisious intent, eyes whirling a deep lavander. Apparently he's already blooded if the stains on his hide are anything to go by.

Keirath> Folath waits and waits for what seems like eternity to him. Finally he succumbs to tempation and snags a passing caprine. His sharp claws tear open it's thorax and he buries his muzzle in the carcass, besmearing himself with crimson as he laps up the pooling blood.

Keirath> Didarath snags one last wherry for good measure, and drains it bone-dry, the beast struggling until finally there isn't enough blood left in it to sustain life. Snarling, the blue tosses the limp carcass aside, narrowly missing a brown who had the bad luck to get in the way. Pleasantries aside, the blue crouches, midnight-dappled wings furling and unfurling idly, eyes whirling crimsoned purple as he watches the young green.

Keirath> Padriuth is almost done with energy-collecting, by the looks of it. He's not so ferocious when it comes to catching every single bit of the blood that flows from his victims' inflicted wounds, for one. Another casual snap of his wings brings him closer to another herbeast, though this one's not so large as the last. A quick backpaw to the head, and again more blood is acquired. This one is drained faster then those prior, so he has time to snatch another wherry, snap its neck with a mere talon 'flick', and drain it of whatever it has to offer, all the while his gaze intent and focused on Gynraeth.

Kassandra wrinkles her nose up at J'ran, before eyeing the incoming bronzerider. Any references to frustrated maleriders or Snotty-Boy is pushed aside for the time being. "Y'want a drink?" The skin is proffered.

Keirath> Keirath tosses aside the last buck. Filled to the brim with energy necessary to chase the lovely green, the one he wants, his twilight blue wings spread outward to carry him near and yet just beyond where she bloods the wherry. He is ready for when she rises, will be after her just a minute after and dappled sparking eyes of vivid scarlet tinged with desire watch her eat. He is ready for her...always has been.

D'rien comes stalking across the bowl, looking almost like he's prowling as his silver eyes snap with irritation. From the looks of him he got left behind when Falnerith took off to head to the weyr. He looks sweaty and tired as he comes upon the crowd in the bowl.

Keirath> Rynweth stalks and strikes without warning, talons launching out to snare a limping heifer. Spinning back towards Gynraeth, he mantles over his prey, hissing a warning to any other males that might be near, and partakes of her blood. That done, he discards the still twitching carcass and steps forward, chest out, wings spread, eyes gleaming with the red and purples of powerful emotion. He is the best among this group. He knows this. Does Gynraeth know this? Of course she does.

Keirath> Falnerith crouches, eyeing Gynraeth with sharp interest, a low croon coming from his throat as he is a bit away from her, content for the time being to be at the far side of the pens, the blood in his veins already pulsing with the eager desire to capture the green for his very own.

J'van looks somewhat amused as he comes across the bowl, looking at the rather large crowd gathering around a certain greenrider. He pauses on the outskirts of the group, eyeing K'rain thoughtfully.

K'rain gapes vacantly at the scene in the feeding grounds, and his hands pluck at his clothes as though searching for something. He takes one step, two steps in that direction, then halts again, to avoid running into one of the riders encroaching on his space. A frown finds his face. "Move," he commands in a quiet voice.

Keirath> Astonth finds he's got time for one more to blood to fuel him on his quest. He doesn't even have to go far, merely reaching out to snag one fled from another male's clutches and pulling the struggling animal towards him to end its pain in his jaws. All this time, his lavender shot gaze has been held by the enticing green form of the slender and glowing Gynraeth.

Palia moves alongside with K'rain nearly aping his pacing. She follows in his footsteps much as Gynraeth followed after Keirath. "You do smell good." So that's why E'ner would have sniffed K'rain. She takes another drink of wine. Well she tries to, the skin is empty. "Nope.. don't feel a thing." Literally.. she stubs her toe on a rock and doesn't notice it in her pacing.

Apparently not. Kass shrugs, and takes another sip from her wineskin. His loss, ya know. "Green," she says, pointing at K'rain indicatively.

Keirath> Rasnauth settles into teh bowl, having eaten previously. He's here for amusement, it seems, and to keep in practice, although the look he gives the glowing green is admiring. But she isn't a gold, and having tasted that fruit, there is no going back..not for him at any rate.

Keirath> Gynraeth takes no notice of the eyes on her, concentrating instead on sucking that vital liquid down her throat. The glowing of her hide seems to intensify with each greedy slurp. All at once, she lifts her head from her second drained carcass, and, obeying some unseen signal, tenses abruptly and leaps! And this time, it's not to take other prey, but to take to the sky. Her hide shines in the darkness, a beacon to guide her suitors-- her wings find the winds that will bear her upward, far and fast and high, where only he who is worthy will follow.

Keirath> Gynraeth wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.
Keirath> Gynraeth has left.
Keirath> Didarath wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.
Keirath> Didarath has left.

Vasuri stays as far away as possible. Well, she would be if she noticed what she was doing - which is slowly converging on K'rain and the rest of the riders. She brushes past Palia in her roundabout movement, shoots her a glare, then reaches out to touch K'rain....and snatches that hand back as if she's been burned. "Oh, shards, get _on_ with it, already," she hisses to her dragon. And she gets her wish.

Keirath> Folath wings upwards to the lower bowl sky.
Keirath> Folath has left.
Keirath> You wing upwards to the lower bowl sky.
From the Lower Sky, Padriuth springs into the air from the corrals.
From the Lower Sky, Astonth springs into the air from the corrals.
From the Lower Sky, Falnerith springs into the air from the corrals.

K'rain tilts his head back, his gaze following Gynraeth as she takes to the air, his feet rooted to the ground.

Keirath> Folath shoots into the sky. Unlike many of the dragons he does not chase directly after the glowing green. Instead he heads straight for a thermal that he knows will lift him with little effort, all the while keeping a sharp eye on Gynraeth's glowing hide.

Kassandra blinks as the dragons shoot into the air, and frowns at the greenrider. "Move your tail, rider," she growls, waving her wineskin at him. "The sharding dragons are in the air, and that means -we- should be in a -weyr-, not out in the middle of the stupid bowl."

From the Lower Sky, Rasnauth springs into the air from the corrals.

Keirath> Padriuth isn't fast. There's no way he possibly could be considering his mass. But he's steady, and sturdy, and he'll outlast those flitting daredevils anyday. So it isn't with speed that he wings up and after the glowing verdant beauty that is Gynraeth, but with sheer power, wings pumping in even, measured, calculated strokes, fore and backlegs tucked against his form. He offers dangerous rumbles to the males who either get to close, or seem to be getting too far ahead of him. But they're of no importance. Not to him. They're not the object of *this* Flight.

K'rain drop his gaze to meet Kassandra's, blinking stupidly at her. Then he starts off at a loping stride toward the center of the bowl.

K'rain walks off southwestwards to the central part of the bowl floor.
K'rain has left.
J'ran walks off southwestwards to the central part of the bowl floor. J'ran has left.
E'ner walks off northeastwards to the warm hatching grounds. E'ner has left.
Kassandra walks off southwestwards to the central part of the bowl floor. Kassandra has left.
L'gan walks off northeastwards to the warm hatching grounds. L'gan has left.

Keirath> Keirath was watching her closely. As Gynraeth springs up, so does he, the blue dragon's muscles bunching beneath him. In one powerful leap he is up after her, trailing in the skies watching her wing away. His own lean and wiry muscled form follows her, not half a dragon length behind the lovely little shadow that he had through weyrlinghood. It is now his turn to chase her, to prove to her that he did notice her. He flies left of Padriuth and right of Didarath, trying to break free from both of them to gain ahead on the glowing green of his affections.

E'ner walks off southwestwards to the central part of the bowl floor.
E'ner has left.
You amble southwestwards to the central part of the bowl floor.
L'gan ambles in from the northeastern part of the bowl floor.
L'gan has arrived.

Keirath> Rasnauth may not have the quickness or the desire of the other males...or perhaps he does. For his launching is no less as powerful than the others, nor is it tardy. Indeed, he is at the forefront of the pack, long wings taking him there with ease before falling into a rythmic beat that keeps him at a goodly distance behind the racing green, following a greenly glowing beacon.

Keirath> Rynweth springs into the sky, intent on only one thing - claiming that glorious green beauty that just shot past like a comet. Wings spread wide at first to catch the first updraft, he brings them in just a bit (ha, he learned _something_ from Keirath) and wings over, catching the tail end of the breezes and glorying in the speed it gives him.

You amble onwards to the guest weyr.

D'rien ambles in from the bowl.
D'rien has arrived.
Vasuri ambles in from the bowl. Vasuri has arrived.
Keirath> Didarath is in his element now that he is aloft. For a moment, he allows himself to be seduced by the feel of the wind gliding over his wings, the sunlight on the midnight-blue hide that covers his back. But this is only the most momentary of distractions. Now, his attention is turned to the glowing green that darts before him. He does not try to speed. He does not try to outmaneuver her. He simply bides his time.

Keirath> Astonth streaks, wing free and full of the pride of his youth, into the skies. These first few moments of any flight, are always the best. It's not the competition now, it's the power of flight and the seeming inexhaustible energy contained in his wings that has him bugling a clarion call across the Fort Weyr heights.

Keirath> Hey! Padriuth's head swivels around so he can snort at Keirath, a hint of red seeping into the lavender crystals of his eyes. But soon after his attention, and his gaze, is on Gynraeth again, and his wingstrokes shift from mere beats of his sails to something that resembles scooping. Scooping air, that is. Wings stretch forwards, curl, then pull back. Steady as he goes. Maybe he'll even pull ahead of Keirath? Maybe. His tail streams out behind him, though comes to life to whip at other males who get too close. He'll catch her. Or wear himself down trying.

J'van follows the rest of the group in, trailing in direct contrast to his Rasnauth - he doesn't seem all that keen to be in the forefront, however, but instead skirts to a free area of wall and leans against it, watching yet not watching the greenrider - perhaps he is more involved in what his dragon is doing.

Keirath> Falnerith waits, ever patiently, though the low croon of his has modulated into a sweet tune, his wingbeats keeping time as he launches after Gynraeth. Funny, the tune sounds like a rushing symphony, the chase scene in any good hide, the thrill, the taunt tension of it all drives the blue on as he flies in from below Gynraeth and to her left, shifting until he's not quite in the back of the pack of leaders, but he is also not in the front of the pack of followers.

Oh. Look. There's a wall in here too. Excellent. L'gan needs a sturdy wall, that's for sure. He steps inside the guest weyr, and immediately leans back against said wall, taking a similar posture to the one he held in the Bowl. Hands are still in his pockets, and his gaze is still locked on K'rain, though it's a tad glazed. He's with Padriuth now.

Following K'rain, and the travelling troupes of desire filled riders, Palia is on their tails much as Keirath edges on the tail of Gynraeth. She steps into the guest weyr, not familiar with it but not really paying attention... they could be in J'van's weyr and she wouldn't know it. As it is, her gaze is locked and fixed upon the green rider and she eyes his blond hair.. Is he glowing or is it just Gynraeth?

Keirath> Gynraeth snakes her head about to look back, if only briefly, and cry a challenge to those males who have the good fortune to fly with her this night. Lust is almost-- almost! forgotten, in the glory of flight, and she veers suddenly left, banking tantalizingly across Padriuth's path, but not near enough to be caught-- not yet! Another exultant bugle, and wings work furiously to take her higher still, above the rim of the bowl, above the weyr, to the stars.

J'ran leans against the wall, closing his eyes and just focussing on his dragon for the moment.

Kassandra has found her own wall, and slides bonelessly down it to sit in a heap at the base of the stone face. The wineskin dangles loosely from her fingers as she, too, closes her eyes, content to -not- watch whatever else is going on around her.

Keirath> Rynweth finds himself boxed in as he sweeps across the skies. Not a good thing, half of his brain realizes, and he takes his attention off Gynraeth for a second to snap at a nearby brown that joined the chase. His turquoise body hurtles through the sky, eyes looking round to gauge the competition. Then, he espies Keirath, and he puts on a burst of speed, wings beating mightily as he works his way out of the trap and onward towards Gynraeth. He must have her. And oh, he _will_.

Vasuri sinks down against the wall, head falling to her knees as she is absorbed in her lifemate's efforts. "Up higher," you hear her mumble. "No...no...lemme by, you...."

Keirath> Didarath comes out of the exultation of flight with a metaphorical *bump*, finding himself without a view of the prize due to the bulks of Keirath and Rasnauth. With a hiss, he rises higher, now gaining an altitude somewhat -above- the main pack. There, much better. Now he can see her, weaving and bobbing before and slightly below him. Eyes refocus themselves on that lithe emerald form, and he stretches his wings again, gliding along and still biding his time.

Keirath> Folath glides over eddies and currents, having ascended perhaps a good hundred meters above the other dragons. His position gives him an excellent vantage from which to view the other dragons, and should the opportunity present it self to dive for the prize and actually see where he's going. But now is not the time for that. Not yet.

Vasuri pages: Go, Keirath, go! :)

K'rain takes up a position more or less in the middle of the weyr and just stands there, eyes alternately closed or open staring, unseeing. His hands clench into fists and his body stiffens, vibrating with almost visible tension.

E'ner slips into the weyr and positions himself close to but out of the way of the focused greenrider. Now to maintain his air of nonchalance and experience in these things and not pounce as every ounce of his own and Astonth's desire demands.

Keirath> Keirath pummels a bugle in a saxophone solo. The music of Gynraeth's sweet mating call drives him on, a challenge he will find and meet her. Still winging abreast with Padriuth to his left and now Rynweth cutting his path right of him, Keirath attempts to pull away only to almost bump into Didarath who thought to go above them too.. This will not do. Gynraeth must, can and will be seen at all times. His wings stretch to catch the thermals, taking care not to snag either brown or blue beside him or Rasnauth who seems to be diagonal of him. He has to break out of this pack though or he'll never get anywhere with them hogging the way to the green.

Keirath> Padriuth's forepaws take the time, when Gynraeth is oh-so-close, to extend towards her, talons almost wiggling with the attempt to snare. To snag. To possess, much like a child reaches for a toy or a sweet. But then she's gone again, and a disappointed, frustrated rumble escapes. He's not overly-vocal, but enough so to relay his feelings about certain things. Teasing being one of those things. But the after-result is him pushing himself farther, even if his strokes don't slow or falter. Steady, steady. Keirath is hissed at, and that animated tail lashes out at *him*. Back! Maybe that'll help him away.

Keirath> Rasnauth returns a trumpeting bugle to that challenging call, following the veering green with an easy sweep of his wings, though without the sharpness of turning as the smaller dragon - he makes up, however, for the slight loss of position with only several wingbeats before he in in teh thick of it again, hissing with goodnatured rivalry at a brown that wings too close as he continues to chase,.

Keirath> Astonth sweeps in from on high. So foolish these youngsters to attempt to take the prize so soon. He bides, out of range of claw and fang and buffeting wings. He bide until the time is ripe and he may claim his prize from these foolish and grasping competitors. Another bugle..amusement or intent?..rings out.

Keirath> Falnerith chases the lovely green, his body a rich azure blur of color as he darts and flickers through the pack, moving closer to the weaving green, close enough that she can hear the melody of rich tones that come from his throat as he echos her every move from behind and slightly to the left. He's pulling up with the leaders of the pack as he uses every trick he knows to outfox the younger, more inexperienced dragons that chase after the sweet green before him

Palia watches K'rain walk to the center of the room. She rings towards him, unable to prevent herself from moving close to him as Keirath follows to move close to Gynraeth. Unsteadily she walks, the wine drunk starting to find purchase in her brain and numbing it to everything but what Keirath is feeling... that and a ridiculous urge to suddenly giggle and laugh.

Keirath> Gynraeth flits higher still, but this is dull, going straight-- she feints to the right, but there's that brown closing in, and left she just did-- speed, she needs speed to put herself well ahead of this hissing mass of maleness, and so she folds her wings and drops almost straight down, then levels out into a glide heading in the opposite direction, to loop and lap them! She skims beneath the pack, warbling in glee at her cleverness, and beats her wings to rise once more, coming up just behind the tails of the stragglers.

Keirath> Didarath is high enough above the main pack to see that drop and loop maneuver -- and to be in a position to do something about it. With barely a flicker of one outstretched cobalt wing, he drops back, now behind her yet again, and lowering himself slightly. She'd do well to pay more attention to her chasers. One is starting to come in behind her.

Keirath> Keirath is very lucky. He loves to fly, loves to fly so much he taught himself to do the deed. And now Gynraeth is this glowing shining object with wings he must catch. Seeking her, following her, eyes trained to watch her every movement he anticipates her cleverness to evade her captors. Finally he might be able to break away from his silly male companions as wings delve to his body and he drops low flying after her. When she turns to curl up behind the stragglers, he flies below and wings spiral outward to catch on a wingtip, turning once more until he's positioned behind her again. Fancy aerial movements are his specialty and now they are put to use other than plain boring sweeps in which he's allowed no freedom of movement. A warbling croon of joy is sent to Gynraeth.

K'rain's arms fly out from his sides like wings, his face transformed by the glory of Gynraeth's flight. A delighted laugh bubbles forth at her, his, their cleverness in tricking the pursuing males.

Keirath> Padriuth isn't even close to tiring. Not yet. Probably not for a while, now. He has stamina where he lacks agility, power where he lacks speed. He'll win. He must. If he doesn't? Well...the thought hasn't crossed his mind. Not because he's egotistical, but because the only thing that even comes close to being on his mind is winning. Winning Gynraeth all for himself. The desire that's fueled him thus far continues to do so, and so when she plummets, he doesn't go after her like some of the others do and might. He watches her, and when she evens out again *that's* when he dives and echos her aerobatic, though he levels out a little higher then before, so he's gazing *down* at Gynraeth instead of straight ahead at her. Better vantage, yes.

Keirath> Rynweth loses ground for a moment, startled by the green's sudden maneuver, and drifts back within the pack. An angry bugle floats across the skies at this, but then he folds his wings for an instant and slideslips, dropping beneath the pack -and losing yet _more_ ground. Yards, really, but that's a mile as far as the chase for the Golden Sni--er, I mean, Gynraeth--is concerned. Powerful strokes of his wings propel him as he turns and speeds desperately after the quickly vanishing green. He has to have her. He must. He will.

Keirath> Folath uses his superior vantage to watch the green carefully, and consequently he is not tricked by her feint. He does have to dive a dozen or so meters to gain the speed he needs to match her maneuvering, so now as she rises, the distance between them closes to only 70 or 80 meters. The other males? Well, they are just blatantly ignored. If they had any sense at all, they'd be following from above like him.

Keirath> Astonth is not exactly smug, but definitely proud as he watches these antics from on high and loops casually to the left. He, too, is now behind the pack and in place to swoop in to fly alongside this long admired vision of green desire. His song of seduction is quiet now with the need for breath and concentration. It'll have to be those whirling eyes and his determined aeriel acrobatics that carry his intent now.

Palia sticks her tongue out at K'rain. "Wasn't that amazing." She is with Keirath and while he admires Gynraeth's cleverness she is pouting because he lost a good lead. Still ahead of many but not so far ahead as before by the green's actions. Pink sprouts in her cheeks as she watches K'rain intently.

Keirath> Rasnauth tires of this up and down, back and forth. So he just flies straight, maneuvering so that he is near yet not on a direct course with Gynraeth, keeping her in his sights but using the talents he has - endurance and steady speed - rather than the arobatics that others seem to find so easy, his massive bulk prohibiting him from such a display.

Keirath> Gynraeth is still as full of energy as when she first left the ground, it would seem-- it doesn't take her long to regain all the height she gave up, and then a bit more. A quick zig and zag send two of the leading contenders into one another's airspace, and blue wings foul brown. Both dragons lose altitude and precious positioning, and the unlucky brown spirals down and out. Gynraeth takes no notice, so high above it all is she, and climbing still.

Keirath> Didarath bides his time, lifting back into the stratosphere, to a position loftier than before, somewhat near where Folath was and well above most of the chasers. He does not climb further up than Gynraeth, though -- that which goes up must come down, and the air is thin at such a lofty level. Eventually, she must come back down to breathe.

Keirath> Folath keeps pace with the green, not a sound escaping his muzzle and his wings making naught but the slightest whisper on the breeze. He's not one to pass up a good opportunity, he'll let her come to him, yes.

Keirath> Padriuth is starting to dislike all this diving and zigging and...zagging. Dragons his size were most certainly not made for this sort of thing. But he's chasing Gynraeth -- a female -- and that's all the insentive he needs to do his best, and fly his hardest. One wing stoops to turn him side slightly in a dodge as the failed brown from above spirals down, and then he starts in with the wingstrokes again, gaining a bit more altitude but not much more. Instead of climbing after her as quickly as she's going, he drags himself up instead, gaze still locked on her sleek form.

Keirath> Keirath has energy to chase her, flying high after Gynraeth, quicker than a Firebolt and much faster than a Nimbus Two Thousand and One. Dark blue and silver wings, the color of lightning at twilight shift to rise and catch her, cutting on a thermal just above her. Seeing perhaps a chance for himself with all other dragons looping and biding time, Keirath intends not to waste his. He has poured his heart into this chase, his seeking talents providing him the necessary strength to try and catch her. Just as she zigs and zags..he zags and zigs, attempting to cut into her path and perhaps to catch her and twine his darker form to her brightly glowing countenance.

Keirath> Rynweth puts on yet another burst of speed as he shoots through some cloud cover, wings straining to their utmost. He's almost at his limit, but he won't let anyone else know that. He'll follow till he drops, and then some. Cutting sharply to the right, he wings over the green, jockeying for position for that final plunge. His taloned paws stretch open, itching to snatch her and wrap her within his wings as they plummet to the earth.

Keirath> Rasnauth and again Rasnauth doesn't attempt to climb high - in fact, he seems to have lost heart in the chase, and fades away, leaving the field to the more youthful and agile males, though he leaves behind him a disgruntled bugle.

Keirath> Astonth is luckily not that blue to tangle with that oafish brown! Agile athletic blue Astonth get wing tied by any other than the goal of his desire? Not likely!! He veers with a curve of sheer pinions and rides a zephre to keep up with the pack. Not too close though. Let these others tire thierselves first.

Keirath> Gynraeth would, as has been noted, do well to pay more attention to her suitors. Keirath's proximity doesn't register until he's almost upon her, and she only happens to look 'round, her jaws opening to taunt again-- but what emerges is a startled screech, for she's not yet ready to be caught! Not on any terms other than her own. She draws her wings in and drops so abruptly that she executes a full somersault in the air, then snaps them outward again to level into a moments' glide before folding them once more. Three times she repeats the maneuver, stairstepping her way down through the air, and only when she's spent half her altitude in the attempt to foil her closest pursuer does she look 'round again to see if it worked.

Keirath> Folath decides that now is a good time to snatch the glowing prize from the sky, while she's not paying attention to him. He closes his wings and dives straight for her, and everything looks good until he is just a few meters away, and realizes he is going much faster than Gynraeth. With that difference in speed trying to catch her would be disasterous. He tries to backwing too late and overshoots the green by a good margin.

Keirath> Oh look. Another little twist to this merry little story of Flight. Padriuth just loves those, as mentioned before. Bah. A surprised bugle -- completely croaky and entirely unpleasant -- spills from parted jaws, and those jeweled eyes seem to widen when Gynraeth is suddenly below him. Now how in Faranth's name...? But no matter. The task of catching her is still at paw! So he furls his wings in complete risk, and angles down after her, forepaws again outstretching towards the emerald dream that is Gynraeth, ready to snag and claim if she so blunders. Not too fast now. He knows. Somehow he's managing to keep himself from overshooting his aim by flicking his wingsails just so every once and a while in his plummet.

Keirath> Didarath watches Folath try to catch the glowing green prize and miss by about a mile. The example is enough to spur Didarath into a minor increase of speed, though he still withholds most of his energy. Soon. Not now, but soon. Very, very soon. He can wait.

Keirath> Rynweth begins to stoop...then just as quickly the moment is gone. Shardit, where'd she _go_??? Furious, he cranes his neck as he wheels round to find her. Hissing upsettedly, he realizes he should have gone for it anyhow, and begins to drop yet again, fanning his wings just _so_ in an effort to control his descent to her level. A mildly irritated croon bubbles up from his throat. He didn't think she could be _this_ darn agile.

K'rain whirls about to shoot Palia a withering glare that holds in it accusations of every type of dishonor. He lifts his chin high and looks away from her, then, haughty.

Keirath> Folath uses some of his excess speed to climb up, though not as high as before. He slows a bit, and the tries to determine if all hope is lost or if he can manage to pull some threads of hope from his previous error. If she's not veered too much, he might just have a chance.

Keirath> Keirath croons. Foiled! By the girl of his dreams! Aware of a momentary hurt that she would stay away from him so, Keirath drops back just a bit. Heart of pure stamina will not give up however, the shadows of blue on his hide will persevere just as he will. Wings fold back and Keirath drops low following Gynraeth. He lost some time in that momentary hesitation and now strong wingbeats catch the thermal she glides on and tries to make up for that. Able to match her pace easily he catches a currently slightly above her. A rumbling croon is tossed to her. While sorry he did not catch her that time he intends to make up for it with this next move. Now flying slightly above her, wings spread and talons outstretch as he attempts to glide directly atop her so that his talons will grip her shoulders and his wings will snare to hers and she will be truly caught.

Keirath> Astonth is through watching. They've had their chance..no watch how it's /supposed/ to be done! Folding those ocean-washed wings to his sides and lining his angled muzzle on his target, he dives. No misses, no over shoots, not for him certainly! At the last moment, he comes out of the sun with the hues of a tropical lagoon seeping through flared wings as he seeks to wrap neck and tail around the trim form of the glowing Gynraeth.

Palia tosses another glare at K'rain... hers less intimidating though because there is the lines of not exactly being *sober* behind it. "He's wanting her.." She'll defend Keirath's actions even as she eyes K'rain again, this time with a softer look in her eyes.

Keirath> Rynweth descends rapidly, hurtling along with Keirath wingtip to wingtip. With an almost strangled scream of defiance, his talons reach out to snare, to take what is rightfully his.

Keirath> Gynraeth screeches again, calling a warning to the blues that close on her. She tries to perform the zigging and zagging maneuver that worked so well earlier on that hapless blue and brown, but this time she misjudges, cuts too close. Rynweth's questing talon fouls her wing and she jerks away with a cry of pain, veering around Astonth, only to collide with Keirath.

[Flight] Prysm: Palia!!!!
Long distance to K'rain: Palia snugs!
From afar, K'rain grins.
Vasuri pages: Congrats. :)
[Flight] Kassandra: Woohoo, go Palia!

Keirath> Folath bugles his frustrations as he circles down toward the bowl in defeat.

Keirath> Didarath was...biding his time too much? Shells! He lost! With a cry of dismay, he spirals down towards the ground, grumbling as he goes. Curses! Foiled again!

Kassandra walks off outwards to the bowl.
Kassandra has left.

E'ner stands with jaw hanging. "Palia?" he says weakly. And then it's time to stagger out towards the bowl and his equally shocked lifemate.

Keirath> Keirath doesn't miss a beat. He watched the other dragons and carefully he catches Gynraeth. He is gentle and considerate of her fouled wingtip, perhaps even glaring at his best bud, the blue Rynweth for even hurting her delicate hide. His wings spread to hold her, neck and tail twining as he catches her and pulls her lovely form to him. <>

K'rain lets out his own startled cry and takes a single step toward the exit as all the riders start to leave.

J'ran walks off outwards to the bowl.
J'ran has left.

E'ner walks off outwards to the bowl.
E'ner has left.

Keirath> Rynweth gives a hiss of displeasure and spirals down. He almost had her, yes he did....

Keirath> Padriuth lets out another one of those croaked bugles, snorts, then plummets towards the Bowl far below.

L'gan walks off outwards to the bowl.
L'gan has left.

Vasuri snaps her head up, stares at Palia and K'rain, and flees without a word.

Vasuri walks off outwards to the bowl.
Vasuri has left.

Keirath> Astonth misses many beats!! He plummets past the entwined pair with a disappointed/disbelieving bugle and goes to find E'ner. It'll be cold baths tonight.

Palia blinks. Keirath has drawn Gynraeth to her. She reaches an arm out, carefully to take a hold of K'rain's. She's not certain what to do but as a wave of... desire and lust suddenly hit her wine induced mind, something else takes over entirely, something not born of herself, but of Keirath and Gynraeth. She takes his arm hoping to prevent him from leaving and unable to convey anything except the fact that right now he is the man she wants..

Keirath> From the Center Bowl, Vasuri flies out of the guest weyr, making a beeline for her exhausted blue, and wraps her arms around his leg. Rynweth drops his head toward his rider, the blues and purples fading to the grey of disappointment.

A similar wave, or perhaps the same one, washes over K'rain and his hands clutch at Palia's arms as, for the second time this evening, he staggers and comes near to losing his balance.

Do they make it to the bed? Palia will only know come the morning. K'rain staggers onto her and with both of near to height, similar in stature he is still a man and stronger than she. The red-gold rider finds herself joined in body and currently in spirit as the dragons combine in the skys above, to the blond assistant fledglingmaster almost as if it were meant to be.

-------------------------Morning After--------------------------------

K'rain stirs awake and -- wait. He's... not alone? Blinkblink. He sits up abruptly with a startled yip and stares wide-eyed at Palia. Confusion gives way to memory, and a hot blush creeps over face and neck; he grabs for the thin fur that was on the bed, to cover himself.

So they did make it to the bed. Palia is asleep in the covers. Red-gold soft curls spill down her back, barest hints of cream skin peeping from beneath those strands of gilded strawberry blond. Dusky black lashes sweep over a pale crested cheek as she continues to sleep. She may look precociously sexy right now, to D'rien at least, but the effect of her feminine presence sleeping peacefully would be lost on her bed partner of the night before. It is that shifting of the bed that causes her to stir, those lids lifting with a peaceful effort although deep green eyes have to focus on what is before her... there is something there.

K'rain gives up on that fur-- Palia's too tangled up in it for it to be of much use to him. He hops off the bed and starts frantically looking around for his clothing, his hands moving down to provide an inadequate cover in the meantime.

Movement... waitaminute... That's NOT D'rien. Palia sits up in alarm, the coverlets falling away from her body. She winces at her sudden movements grabbing her head as a sharp pain of hangover races through it. A groan escapes her lips, sounding offbeat and broken by trying to remember what happened the night before. Once she is certain she can speak without hurting her brain with noise she looks up to see... K'rain... oh stars and moons... K'rain. And he's naked too. A blush springs up on her cheeks. She averts her eyes, a pink tongue coming out to lick and rewet suddenly dry coral tinted lips. "Uh..." Oh yeah.. really brilliant Palia. What a way to start a conversation.

K'rain winces on hearing that groan and his expression turns pained. Just then, he finds his pants, and bends to scoop them up; he's in such a hurry to get them on that for a moment he tries to put both feet into one pantsleg. But he gets it worked out after a minute or two, babbling all the time, "Sorry! I'm sorry. I'll just go, okay? I'm sorry."

Palia holds two fingers pressed to each temple. She winces again, hearing the babbling in K'rain's voice. He's just as bad as she when it comes to confrontations. Especially ones like this which neither have experienced before. What does one do? She has to be mature... she has to be mature. "K'rain," she winces at her own voice which sounds loud in her hangover state. "Wait..." that simple plea is thrown out as she tries to collect herself and keep an eye on him.

K'rain's shirt dangles from his fingers and he turns to look at Palia, cringing. "What?"

"Come here," Palia finally takes two fingertips away from one temple. Her beautifully manicured hand reaches out to pat the fur coverlet beside her. She utters those words no one wants to hear, "We need to talk." She's in all seriousness too because she knows his preference and hers and she doesn't want to lose their tentative friendship over this. If anything it is supposed to draw them closer.... supposed to.

K'rain sighs heavily and takes a reluctant few steps closer to the bed, keeping his eyes carefully averted-- /she/ hasn't had a chance to get her clothes on, yet. "Talk... about what? I didn't mean to," he tacks on.

"Didn't mean to what?" Palia tilts her head curiously at K'rain. She blushes when she realizes his averted gaze is on her behalf. Too late, fur coverlets are tugged up to cover a generous front she hides from the rest of the world and now only two men have seen, and only one will appreciate. "Didn't mean to what?" she repeats.

"To... um." K'rain has to stop and think about that, blinking all the while, and despite his best effort he can't come up with any meaningful answer. "Whatever I did." He glances longingly toward the exit.

"Well gee thanks," Palia sighs. "K'rain I know you like males but you could have at least spared my ego on that one." Palia draws the covers aside swinging out to stand up. She is unsteady at first, gaining her bearings in addition to a pounding headache that draws up with her motions. "I mean... it wasn't that bad... once you learned." From what little she can remember.

K'rain has the grace to look genuinely apologetic, now, rather than simply mortified. "Oh. It... wasn't? I thought I did something wrong."

"Well I wish you hadn't tried to.." Palia suddenly bites her lip because it would unladylike to say where K'rain was trying to join her at. It was with careful guidance she had to direct him to the right place lest she have not only a hangover but in need of a healer this morning for somewhere she prefers not to think of. She watches K'rain carefully... "It's okay.... I mean... We can still be friends right?" Her note hold a tone of.. uncertainty because she's not sure how he is going to be about this. Mad? Upset? Non-talkative?

"I guess?" K'rain doesn't seem to have a problem with that. He cuts another glance at the exit, and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "I mean, it's... over now. Until next time, anyway..." He shakes his head and sighs.

"We thought this might happen," Palia sighs. She closes her eyes in deference to the splitting headache caused by her hangover. "In truth I suppose I rather thought it would.... you and I know they adore one another." She opens her eyes to look at K'rain... "next time..." Would there be a nexttime... only time would tell. Keirath even now is snuggled up against his lady lover crooning sweet poems in her ear.

K'rain reaches up to scrub at his face. "Right," he says tonelessly. "Anyway. I need... I mean, I want... well, I mean, there's drills... later. So I should go... and get cleaned up."

Well she didn't expect flowery words and romantic poems... or maybe she was just hoping against hope that this experience would turn K'rain off men and onto women. It seems it was not meant to be. "Very well," Palia seeks to find her own clothes tossed somewhere in the night.. "Er K'rain." She holds up the jacket, a small one like herse meant for a small frame, only this one has the badge of an assistant weyrlingmaster on it. "You seen my jacket?" He might have the one she wears with the knot of J'van's wing on it.

K'rain bites his lip and makes a slow turn, surveying the room. "Oh!" he points. "Under that chair." He scurries to retrieve it and brings it to Palia, holding it out with a small smile, like a peace offering.

"Thank you," Palia exchanges jackets with K'rain her hands brushing across his momentarily in the small transfer of clothing. She knows things will be awkward for a while and she accepts that although she smiles at him in return... perhaps they are not so awkward, merely better friends for now. She takes her own clothes and begins to put them on allowing him to escape out the door should he wish.

K'rain pulls on his jacket and, with a last excruciating glance back at Palia, flees the room.

Her eyes follow his retreat from the weyr and Palia sighs. Surely she wasn't that bad. Slowly she finishes pulling on her clothing. Palia glances around the guest weyr cleaning up any sign of the previous night and making the bed until the fur coverlets are smooth and neat to her perfect standards. Running a rueful finger through her red curls she laughs because K'rain saw her at her worst and it matters not because he and she are not interested in each other. "Keirath are you quite through?" She queries getting a response back that makes her giggle. "Unlatch yourself from your darling in a while. I'm in need of a bath first and then I'll be having breakfast. And then.." she groans. Sweeps.. Lovely and here she is with a five star headache.