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Sky - High Above Monaco Weyr(#1252RFJa$)
Far below, the sprawl of Southern woodlands comes to an abrupt halt as a cliff drops towards sea level. On the gently sloping plain that eases from the cliff's base to the dunes, the structures of Monaco Weyr rise amongst the scattered trees.To the right, the jungle extends away to a sharp horizon, while northward, the sea rolls in a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of blues. Eventually, the black strand widens into a lagoon.
Contents:
Rasnauth
Obvious exits:
To Northern Continent Weaver Hall Western Weyr Eastern Weyr Shoreline

From outside, Rasnauth wings down and westwards to the western half of the weyr and the peak of the weyrhall roof.

From outside, Perymith executes a cheerful dip of his wing as he begins his spiraling descent.

You wing down and westwards to the western half of the weyr and the peak of the weyrhall roof.

Sky - Above Western Monaco Weyr(#1230RFJa$)
The Monaco river runs to the east of the buildings sprawled below. A large clearing along the western flank of the main Weyrhall is intended for dragon landings, while the milling folk on the commons south of the hall are an indication that landings there are not commonplace.
Obvious exits:
Commons West Beach Cliffs Western Landing Field Eastern Weyr Up

You wing downwards to the green expanse of the western landing field.

Western Landing Field - Monaco Weyr(#1280RFJa$)
This broad clearing affords landing space for dragons bringing visitors to Monaco Weyr. The wide green field stretches north to southeast, wrapping around the sprawling structure of the Weyrhall to the east and bounded by a cavern-pocked cliff-face to the south and west. Broken basalt flats separate the fields from a rugged descent to the beach, and a well trampled path leads to the Weyr commons to the southeast.
Contents:
Rasnauth
Corianth
Obvious exits:
Terrace Beach WeyrHall CAverns Cliff Path COmmons

From outside, Perymith settles in to a neat landing on the field, flipping darkened wings back against his side as he looks curiously around at the place he cannot himself recall. His rider takes a moment to get down from his back, unbuckling the buckles with no unseemly haste, but eventually does so.

You climb down to the ground.

Corianth rumbles warmly enough to the landing bronze. Wings stretch and he yawns, lazy day apparently.

S'vilen pauses part-way down Perymith's sides to release him from his straps, carefully folding them up and tucking them up under his arm before jumping to the ground.

You amble eastwards to the weyrhall, passing under the heraldic emblem of Monaco weyr, a stylized dolphin leaping on a field of blue and white.

Weyrhall - Monaco Weyr(#1290RFJM$)
This Hall rises in two open levels. High above the structure's center, a broad-beamed ceiling supports the slate-shingled roof. Carved wood from four massive trees provide pillars that are both functional and decorative. Bounding the entire open chamber is an upper tier with wide stairs affording access from the lower level.
The lower tier is arranged in grand style. Various tapestries adorn the lower walls, and tables, benches, and chairs are placed all about, allowing the entire Weyr's population to gather here. Built into the west wall, a large stone hearth houses a small fire that warms klah and some foods. Across the room, between the eastern pair of pillars, a large table stands laden with pitchers of juice and trays of food. Sitting next to the table are two casks of wine; one marked red, and stamped with a badge indicating it is from the vineyards of the North's Benden Hold, and the other, white with markings indicating origin in the newly-favored regions of the South upriver from the Paradise holding. Above the hearth is a large plaque upon which the symbol of Monaco Weyr, a particolored field of blue above white featuring a leaping dolphin, is emblazoned.
Contents:
J'van
Usava
Eliwys
Auntie Valera
Tapestry: Nellanth's Clutch
Obvious exits:
Stairs Kitchens Terrace Commons Western Landing Field

Whistling a cheerful tone, S'vilen ambles into the weyrhall, eyes active in looking around the unfamiliar environs. He's got his straps all tucked up, and he pauses to look for a place to put them while he's here.

Usava shakes her head and offers the goldrider a cheerful smile. Recognised or not she watches from her seat, not too far away to see how J'van will respond to that.

J'van nods to Usava, then turns his gaze back on Eliwys, just staring. What can he say, after all? "I wouldn't presume, Eli....but I thought you'd at least remember me." Is muttered finally, turning as he hears someone come in. "S'vilen....what are you doing here?" First Eli loses her mind, now the Fortian Weyrleader...what /is/ going on?

Eliwys glances at S'vilen's knot, and nods, "Monaco's duties to Fort!" See, she can remember the knot colors at least. Not all her memory went, just, well, most of it. Nose wrinkles as she turns back to her hides, J'van given a fleeting look, before she utters one of Leyrith's more tame phrases, "Wherrybutt."

S'vilen finds a place to leave the straps and, doing so, he turns his attention to the Hall. "Fort's duties to Monaco and her lovely queens," he greets, offering a jaunty salute. With a blink at J'van, he explains with that customary smile, "I've been making a point of stopping in at all the Weyrs since the accident. Not everyone can put a face to my name, and I thought at least the other Weyrleaders should have the chance."

J'van's mouth just...drops. His eyes blink, and he just stares at Eliwys with complete amazement. "Wherrybutt?" Well, fine. He turns away from the goldrider, stalking over to find a mug of klah and gulping most of it at once, despite its warmth, before turning around to nod to S'vilen. "It seems a reasonable thing to do." Is muttered, his expression unreadable. "I wouldn't count on Eliwys remembering this visit, however. She doesn't seem to remember anything." He flicks a look at the goldrider, then moves purposefully over to Usava "Fort's duties....don't believe we've met."

Eliwys pokes her tongue out at J'van's back. Silly bronzeriders. Pretty pathetic really. Nose goes in the air, before she glances back down at her hide. Now, where were we. Finger traces the lines, and mouth silently phrases the words, almost like a child reading.

Usava swallows a sniker and ohs looking over Fort's Weyrleader. Such a nice idea that, she's certain to remember the visage of one so considerate to the other Weyrs. Leanign back in her chair she looks back to Eliwys and then the approaching J'van "Welcome to Monaco. I'm Usava, Corianth's rider."

J'van settles into a seat, purposefully ignoring Eliwys now and sipping his klah...he smiles at Usava. "J'van, Fort's acting Weyrsecond." He notes politely, glancing over at S'vilen "Going to stay a while?"

Perymith> Rasnauth wings upwards to the open sky above western monaco.

Perymith> In the sky above, Rasnauth lifts one wing and veers sharply east on the lower tip. It crosses to the other half of the weyr.

S'vilen nods slightly to J'van for that bit of advice, eyes settling on that goldrider for a moment. With a puzzled frown for her, he chooses to put off the introductions, since if J'van is right, there's no point, and if he's wrong, Eliwys already knows him anyhow. Instead, he moves over to pour himself a goblet of juice. Having been here a handful of times, anyway, he seems comfortable in doing that himself. On his return trip, he stops by Usava and J'van, offering his own introduction. "I overheard you," he begins. "Well met Usava. I'm S'vilen, bronze Perymith's from Fort as well." A nod to J'van and he responds, "I'd thought to stay for a bit at least."

Eliwys continues to read, "The Weyr-leader jump-ed.." frown crosses her face as she tries reading the next word. She should know it, but well, no, it's just not coming.

Perymith> A'then walks off eastwards to the weyrhall, passing under the heraldic emblem of Monaco weyr, a stylized dolphin leaping on a field of blue and white.

A'then ambles in from the western landing field outside.

Usava nods to both men. "Please, do stay awhile, get aquainted and enjoy our hospitality." she smiles "and so thoughtful of you to stop by weyrleader, weyrsecond. I'm sure your duties keep you quite busy."

J'van shakes his head overhearing Eli, then nods to S'vilen "have a seat then, if you like?" Good to have a friendly face about when the goldrider is stuck somewhere in never never land. "What do you here, Usava?" he wonders, giving a nod to A'then as he comes in.

S'vilen casts an amused glance over at J'van for some reason, but that's all. He nods graciously to Usava. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to come to such a wonderful Weyr. I left it for last, since I've visited a few times, and Eliwys," here he pauses momentarily to glance over at the goldrider, "Stood with my Candidate group before she found Leyrith, so she knows me, at least." He does as suggested by J'van, taking a seat, fingers wrapping lightly around the stem of his goblet.

S'dro glides in from the wide green commons outside.

A'then enters, looking a little frazzled. The distinctive mark of a childish handprint is marked on the end of his untucked shirt. He raises a hand to the group of people, nodding and greeting politely. He makes a beeline for the beverages.

Eliwys doesn't know S'vilen, at least not now. She's completely in those stars, the third one on the right where you go straight on til morning?

S'dro slinks inside as he always does, skirting the edges of the various groups as he heads for a quiet table under the balcony.

Perymith> Nastasia ambles in from the wide green commons.

Usava mmms "Nothing special really. I'm usually out on sweep a lot, or ferrying folk around. I've been out to the crafthalls more than not lately." she shrugs, business as usual it seems. "Really, you were?" she responds to S'vilen "me too." boy now her memories going as she gives the other a closer look.

There's a torrent of curses from Eliwys as she gives up with that word on her hide, picking the thing up and tossing it across the weyrhall, sitting back in her chair, and just glaring randomly at people.

J'van smiles at Usava, but still seems uneasy about something. "That's what I used to do, before this one here forced this knot on me." He tries for light, casual...but doesn't quite pull it off. His eyes keep flicking back to the goldrider with concern and frustration mingled.

Perymith> Nastasia walks off southeastwards to the wide green commons.

Perymith> L'tral ambles in from the western cliff forests.

Nastasia ambles in from the wide green commons outside.

Perymith> L'tral walks off eastwards to the weyrhall, passing under the heraldic emblem of Monaco weyr, a stylized dolphin leaping on a field of blue and white.

L'tral ambles in from the western landing field outside.

A'then fills up a glass full of wine and is just about to raise it to his lips as Eliwys tosses the hide. "Whoa, shards...Eli, what's wrong?" The brownrider's not really in the loop. With wing duties and his daughter visiting, he hasn't had much time to hear gossip. A glance is sent towards J'van, as he figures that he would know what's up with the goldrider.

Auntie Valera peers at A'then. "What's that? Hey? Better to listen to the flutter of firelizard's wings than bend an ear to gossip. That's what I've always said, yes I have."

Eliwys raises an eyebrow, "What's wrong? What's *wrong!?*" she snaps out, "Don't ask me what the fardling what's wrong, it's none of your business!" Hair is tossed back over her shoulder, arms crossed.

S'vilen tips his head at Usava, giving her an equally close look. "At Fort," he clarifies, in case he hadn't made sense. "She Stood at Fort with us, before she Stood here." As a number of people enter, he nods to them as a general greeting, since it'd be impossible to acknowledge each one. His fingers tighten around his glass and he lifts it to his lips to sip, watching Eliwys over the rim.

Perymith> In the sky above, Anitoth drifts over from the cliffs, wings filled with thermal air.

Perymith> Anitoth wings in from the open sky above the western half of the weyr.

Perymith> T'glyn jumps to Anitoth's foreleg, and then to the ground, the bronze dragon whuffling him affectionately.

S'dro finds a seat and perches on the edge of it. When nothing immediately happens he pushes himself further back, his fingers curled around the edge of the table.

Perymith> T'glyn walks off eastwards to the weyrhall, passing under the heraldic emblem of Monaco weyr, a stylized dolphin leaping on a field of blue and white.

T'glyn ambles in from the western landing field outside.

Usava ahs "Sorry, misunderstood then." she blnks at the tantrum of the goldrider. Uh, hmm "Forced?" she looks back to J'van.

J'van winces at Eliwys snappish tones, not to mention her glare, and directs his glance into his klah mug....from which he takes a sip eventually before trying to smile at Usava at her question "A figure of speech. He didn't really force me." Not much, at least. He doesn't make any comment to S'vilen about the goldrider's previously being searched at Fort, but frowns instead. "You just ate...." is muttered irritably somewhat out of the blue. "oh, do what you want." is groused. Maybe he's catching what Eli has?

Kiara ambles in from the wide green commons outside.

A'then blinks in confusion at the goldrider's outburst. He opens his mouth to say something, but then he apparently thinks the better of it and snaps it closed. Whatever it is that's angering her, he doesn't want to make it worse. "Okay Eli, calm down." he holds up his hands in a jesture of surrender.

Perymith> Geirelth lumbers in from the western cliff forests.
Perymith> Geirelth lumbers southeastwards to the wide green commons.
Perymith> Geirelth lumbers in from the wide green commons.

Nastasia wanders in, the Hall more a place to pass through on her way to some other destination, than a goal in and of itself. Skirting around tables which are occupied, she's lost in her own thoughts, so doesn't acknowledge anyone.

T'glyn steps into the weyrhall much the same way he always does, a rolled up hide in one hand, and a writing stick behind one ear. But this time he's not whistling, and his expression is one of distracted irritation as opposed to good-natured cheer. Oblivious to the mood of the cavern, he walks right past the group around Eliwys and towards a seat by the windows.

Kiara loosk around and mutters to herself. "My, people seem tense today..." She looks around for someone she knows and smiles as she spots Nastasia. "Hi there Nastasia! Mind if I join you?"

L'tral is sticking close to the food, ayup. A good safe place from the...charismatically dynamic Goldrider. Besides, he's kind of hungry.

S'vilen doesn't seem to realize, yet, that anything is amiss. Or perhaps he doesn't care. He settles the goblet back on the table, his fingers still loosely closed around the stem and watches the excitement with an air of someone apart from it all -- which he is, since he's not from this Weyr, so perhaps that makes sense.

Perymith> Geirelth wings upwards to the open sky above western monaco.

Perymith> In the sky above, Geirelth lifts one wing and veers sharply east on the lower tip. He crosses to the other half of the weyr.

Perymith> Anitoth wings upwards to the open sky above western monaco.

Perymith> You wing upwards to the open sky above western monaco.

Perymith> Sky - Above Western Monaco Weyr(#1230RFJa$)

Perymith> Anitoth lifts one wing and veers sharply east on the lower tip. He crosses to the other half of the weyr.

Perymith> You veer sharply to the east.

Perymith> Sky - Above Eastern Monaco Weyr(#1204RFJa$)

Perymith> You wing downwards to the feeding grounds and pens.

Perymith> Feeding Grounds - Monaco Weyr(#376RFJa$)

Perymith> Anitoth wings in from the open sky above the eastern half of the weyr.

Nastasia blinks, returning to reality at the sound of her name, her steps pausing, then stopping, as she turns towards the voice. "Kiara, hello." she greets with a smile. "I was just sort of passing through, but can stay for a bit." Friends are more fun than wandering around aimlessly, anyway. And though she's near the serving table, she turned before she could notice L'tral.

Perymith> In the sky above, Corianth lifts one wing and veers sharply. He sails over the river.

Perymith> Corianth wings in from the open sky above the eastern half of the weyr.

Perymith> Marsath lumbers in from the wide, green expanse of the eastern landing field.

J'van doesn't notice the influx of people into the caverns nor realize that they all seem to ride brown or bronze. He's too busy sulking and being glum for that, occasionally casting glances at the goldrider, but only adding to the conversaion occasionally between sips of klah.

A'then looks vaguely confused at something he's recieving from his lifemate. He mumbles under his breath, and if someone were close enough to them, they'd hear him say, 'Why are you going there?', but then he shrugs, and takes a sip of the wine, settling into a comfortable stance to watch the milling crowd.

T'glyn pulls out a chair without looking at it, his mind clearly elsewhere and a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He pauses before he sits, and squints toward the exit to the landing field. The frown gets a little deeper, as do the furrows creasing his brow.

Perymith> Marsath leaps the fence with one easy motion, terrifying a group of thick-witted wherries near the gate and stampeding them across the field. It's a bovine bull that catches his attention, though, woe unto it. He's shortly settled down above the eviscerated animal, bronze muzzle rapidly bloodying.

Eliwys is mumbling under her breath, a flurry of epithlets, and all those people, well, they're ignored. Ignorant lot anyway.

Usava frowns, distracted and loses her trian of thought. She glances outside and then sighs, rolling her eyes a bit as she thinks elsewhere.

Kiara smiles and walks over. "So, how have you been?" she asks of Nastasia, grabbing her fave redfruit off the serving table and munching.

S'dro jerks and flinches, his knuckles going white as he convulsively grabs at the table. "Marsath... oh dear." His faint protest disolves into wide-eyed blinking.

Perymith> Geirelth lands with a thump that rolls thunder across the ground beneath him. He settles patiently onto the ground, eyes whirring distinctive colours as he surveys the scene - the gathering, and soon-to-be competitors. He himself isn't entirely sure why he's here yet, but the primal instinct is soon to kick in.

L'tral doesn't immediately take notice of Nastasia either, at least not until her name is called. He looks over to see who is doind just that, recognizing the voice, and is privy to seeing Nastasia walking towards a fellow grenrider, so he doesn't say anything.

Perymith> With perhaps startling ferity, Perymith plunges out of the sky, his coal-dusted wings taking on a subtle, deep red luminescence with the sunlight glowing through them. He slams into a large herdbeast with enough force to nearly break the animal in two, though the tough hide holds the pieces together. Talons sinking into the flesh, causing blood to run from the wounds, the bronze dragon carries the carcass several lengths before landing with it. He frees his claws from the muscle with some difficulty, looking for a moment as though dancing. However, he does manage to do it, then lowers his head to bite into the neck and blood, extending his wings and cupping them forward as though drawing a darkened cloak around to hide the grisly scene from innocent eyes.

Perymith> Anitoth lands with the grace of youth, his hard-hitting descent cushioned by strong muscles and elastic tendons in addition to a choice, plump wherry. The creture interrupts its frightened squawk with a dying gurgle, and moments later the bronze raises a bloodied muzzle and whirling red eyes to size up the competition.

Perymith> Corianth roars as he enters the feeding grounds. Wings carry him easily over the fence and snap closed as he drops upon a bleating herdbeast. Well the stupid shan't inherit pern as the beast doesn't even realize it shoudl flee now, the brown snapping its neck with the force of impact. Razor edged teeth dig into the flesh of its neck, opening arteries from which the thick warm blood is draw in a greedy slurps.

Perymith> In the sky above, Leyrith glides over from the cliffs, her wings glistening from the mist off the roaring cascade.

Perymith> Leyrith wings in from the open sky above the eastern half of the weyr.

Perymith> Rasnauth tosses his head, flinging the carcass of his first beast aside with negligent carelessness, lifting into the air again only briefly before he pounces on another prime 'beast that runs straight towards him in confused terror. He snaps the animals neck, perhaps to be merciful, and then bites into the suddenly flaccid flesh, sucking at the bitter heat of its blood.

Eliwys gasps, eyes opening wide and a hand flying immediately to her heart. A hand reaches out to something, someone, or anyone, to steady her, as emotions the like she's never felt come flooding in. Like a tidal wave heading to shore, obliterating all in it's tracks, none of the feelings passed down the link are gentle, none of them are muted, just full on power from that most obstinate of golds. "What the...?" words trail off, head shakes as she tries to separate herself from her lifemate, not yet quite aware of what's happening.

S'vilen suddenly sits up, body going rigid as his attention is completely captured by something else. On his knee, the hand balls into a fist and the other, where it touches the stem of his goblet jerks, sloshing juice over the side and onto his hand, though he does not seem to notice the liquid running over his skin and dripping off onto the table.

Perymith> Geirelth digs his talons into the soft earth beneath him. With a thrust, he launches himself off the ground, spreading his wings wide, the falling backlight of Rukbat refracting through opaque sails. He lands near a herdbeast and snaps his teeth out towards its leg, toppling the creature onto the ground. He launches ontop of it and sinks his teeth onto its neck, brilliant crimson life dotting brown muzzle. He roars, then snatches at a bolting beast who cuts his path.

Nastasia's smile... does it grow a bit warmer, for some reason? "I'm well, Kiara, thanks. The days have been good." she replies, ignoring curses and other comments flying around from the horde of bronze and brownriders. "How are you and Shiianth?" is then inquired, as she turns again. She might as well get herself some juice, while she's here. Gaze swings around the Hall, and alights on a certain bluerider, and L'tral is gifted with a brief but warm smile of greeting.

J'van continues to look into his mug - he knows what Rasnauth is up to, has known for several minutes now....and he doesn't like it, not one bit. Eliwys' sudden exclamation brings his head up, his eyes narrowing...but he remains where he is, trying hard to stave off the sensations that are beginning to seep into his consciousness, to not revel in the bitter iron taste of blood that his lifemate is sating himself on.

A'then nearly drops the glass in his hand as a tidal wave of sensations hits him from his dragon. He goes pale and steadies himself on the ledge behind him. He gathers enough sense around him to set the wineglass down, but that's the last vestige of control that he holds onto. He grips white-knuckled onto the support, giving into the sensations he's experienced before.

Perymith> Leyrith lands, dust swirling as she backwings slowing her descent, rapacious talons burrowing into the earth as muscles tense to absorb the impact. Aileron crackles as she folds wings back along her ridges, the coppered carmine shimmering as the dust settles about her. Her head swings around, rumbling a deep basso vicious warning, almost as though the very thunder itself was called down from the skies, and a look that is malevolent enough to terrify the most fragile of souls. Predacious talons extend towards a doe that skitters past, avoiding X but not the gold's lightning quick responses. The beast's throat is violently rendered, sanguine fluid spurting from severed blood vessels, Leyrith lowering her head to feast.

Perymith> Leyrith lands, dust swirling as she backwings slowing her descent, rapacious talons burrowing into the earth as muscles tense to absorb the impact. Aileron crackles as she folds wings back along her ridges, the coppered carmine shimmering as the dust settles about her. Her head swings around, rumbling a deep basso vicious warning, almost as though the very thunder itself was called down from the skies, and a look that is malevolent enough to terrify the most fragile of souls. Predacious talons extend towards a doe that skitters past, avoiding Rasnauth but not the gold's lightning quick responses. The beast's throat is violently rendered, sanguine fluid spurting from severed blood vessels, Leyrith lowering her head to feast.

Kiara smiles. "oh, Shiianth and I are doing well. She seems to be a bit restless right now tho. I wonder what's up?" she looks around. "Come to think of it, most of the people here look a little unsettled. I wonder what's going on?" she shrugs.

Perymith> Marsath drains the last blood to dryness, tongue curling out to sample the air as he hunkers greeting to Leyrith. He can only spare her a moment before he's aloft once more, this time choosing a wherryhen to fuel his desire.

Perymith> Anitoth dares to ignite Leyrith's wrath with a roar that's defiant of her intoxicating beauty, and presumptuously possesive of her glowing golden hide. Her wrath, after all, is kindling for the fires of passion. He tears at the blooded carcass beneath him, before he tosses it aside with an insolent flick of his talons, watching the queen... always watching. To judge the moment, and to see if she's watching him in return.

Eliwys' face drains, pale now underneath that golden tan, and a horrified look is directed around the Weyrhall. Something just isn't right here, and judging by.. another wave of emotion captures her firmly within its grasp and this time she staggers, caught off balance. Uncertainty is mirrored in her features as dawning realization occurs. "Blood, Leyrith" she says softly, right now, just totally unaware of how hard this is going to be with this stubborn gold.

After a moment spent unmoving and unblinking, S'vilen shudders like a canine shedding water after a swim. "Shells," he swears, just audibly, mostly under his breath, as he starts to scramble to his feet. "Shells, Perymith," he repeats. "You're not supposed to do that." Expression rather horrified, he still isn't paying attention to anyone else in the room.

Perymith> Geirelth watches the golden queen descend upon the pen like a crack of metallic thunder. Every muscle along the brown's body is taut and prepared. A calculating thought flashes through firing synopses of the dragon's mind as he prepares to launch himself upon a beast some distance away. With little warning, he coils up and launches, soaring without flapping before he lands like a crashing drum upon a helpless beast, snapping its spine upon impact. The life and warm energy from the creature is taken into himself as the opening act continues.

Nastasia lets her gaze wander around the room, picking up various reactions and remembering a similar though less tumultous -- apparently -- event in her own experience. She lowers her voice, murmuring for Kiara's ears alone, "Yolath too... think... Leyrith... that's why..."

Perymith> Rasnauth discards the second carcass, his need for blood sated now as he turns to croon encouragingly at Leyrith's own hunger - he is not afraid of her, despite her bad attitude. He sits, waits, urging the queen to blood well, saving his energy for the hard flight to come.

Perymith> Corianth finishes with his first, jaws opens, releasing the pale torn flesh to fall back to the dark compact earth. Eyes roam over the arriving Leyrith before he strikes out, tripping another beast and is upon it before it can get its legs under it to escape. Claws hold the struggling creature firm as jaws engage again, quickly draining the blood, crimson leaking out to stain his muzzle and trickle down just below his jaw.

T'glyn reaches up to take the writing stick from bahind his ear, and absent gesture that's merely intended to busy his hands. Grasping it in the fingers of one hand, he turns it over and over, and over again. Fidgeting. His gaze is now on Eliwys, though his mind is with a distant dragon.

L'tral's brow sweatdrops as the general mood of the room sets in, and even moreso at the words uttered from the goldrider. He wastes no time in approaching the singing greenrider, following her over to Kiara in the proccess. An odd site, with his slightly tense brow at the thought, not to mention the odd thoughts he's receiving elsewhere. His gaze dances between the two greenriders for a moment before he nods to Nastasia in agrement for what he managed to overhear.

Eliwys is, once again, swamped with the sensations that pour down the link, the vivid hatred, amplified by the nearness of those males to Leyrith, twisting her face as the young goldrider tries desperately to fight back. For a tense moment it looks like it might fail, but then, with fists clenched firmly at her sides, and that proud chin tilted upwards, she manages to hold herself away from the precipice; "Don't you DARE defy me, Leyrith!" is snapped with anger enough to match the golds.

A'then continues to grip white-knuckled to the support behind him. He breathes deeply, bringing colour to a suddenly ghost-white complexion. Without knowing, he finds himself drawn to looking Eliwys' way, eyes fixated the moment he finds her. The tenseness that is evident in his dragon's form is mirrored in his own. Shoulders are hunched and body is tense, his jaw set into a look of determination.

J'van almost jumps out of his own seat as Eliwys almost falls, but subsides just as quickly, gripping his klah mug hard as he again avoids the sight of the goldrider, no longer his Eliwys but a stranger. He drains the fast-cooling liquid from the cup, slamming the pottery vessel onto the table hard enough to crack it as he tries again to resist the too-tempting pull of Rasnauth's own heightened emotions.

S'dro squeaks and draws his feet under him... but only for a moment. Marsath's emotions swamp his in one single glorious wave almost visible from the changing expressions on his face. "Oh, I know. I see her," he says softly, eyes lifting to find Eliwys despite the crowd. "I'll watch out for her."

Usava mmms softly, gaze narrowing upon Eliwys before glazing over as the desires of her dragon threaten to overrun. Not unfamiliar with the sensation she pulls back, balancing the heated passions building with the cool reality of the weyrhall.

Perymith> Perymith, with a lyrical warble, greets the gold as she arrives, abandoning the last of his latest 'serving' in order to rise onto his haunches and spread his wings to show them off, even if Leyrith doesn't seem likely to see him -- or if she does, she's likely to gut him. As the wings move, the enkindled colors of his newoiled hide shift and ripple as light glances off it, darkening into the dusk of his wings. He holds this pose for only a moment before he sinks down to the ground and folds his murky wings tightly back against his sides. Briefly, he looks just like a feline curled up and basking in the radiant warmth of a cozy hearthfire. Perhaps he is, despite the fury of the queen. His eyes, however, keep turning from Leyrith's form to follow the animals fleeing before her as the remaining faint ache in his stomach nags at his attention. Finally, reluctantly, he pushes away from the ground in pursuit of a buck stampeding away from the gold.

Perymith> Leyrith pauses, teeth embedded within the flesh of the doe she sacrificed for her needs, ready to sate the thirst that rises like an impending storm that threatens the horizon. Head shakes as she contests the tenuous hold her lifemate's will has over her actions, but Eliwys seems to win, as instead of the pink flesh, it is the blood that is drained from the limp carcass at her feet. Carmine fluid is sprayed around, as the gold shakes herself free of the droplets that cling to her aureate muzzle, dashing to the ground like droplets of rain. Nonchalantly, her second kill is chosen, and this time there is no consideration for it's plight as sinews and tendons are ripped, bones popped as the squealing animal succumbs to death under Leyrith's shower of death.

Kiara blinks. "She's rising? I was starting to wonder when she would. This is her first time, I hope it goes smoothly for her..." she turns and looks at the gold rider a moment, before turning back to Nastasia. "want to go outside and watch?"

Salarenn ambles in from the broad front terrace outside.

Eliwys struggles to maintain the dominance of the pairing, not an easy one from the warring of her features. Glance goes to either side, and she backs away from the riders in the room, it's not as though she's worried, they aren't that close yet, but there's a screaming maniac in her head that most certainly cares, and perhaps it's a compromise of sorts. Face is hardened, muscles tense throughout her tall but thin frame, as she fights, pitting her will and Leyrith's against each other.

Nastasia's jaw clenches, a muscle jumping in her cheek as the moods of riders paired with blooding dragons swamp the Hall. To her, at least, the tension seems thick enough to cut with a dagger. Uncomfortable with the scene playing out among the human half of the building tableau, she unconsciously shifts closer to L'tral. "It doesn't look like things are going very smoothly..." the greenrider murmurs, before blinking at Kiara. Watch? Uhm...

S'vilen shakes his head, as if still hoping he can stop the unfolding events. He continues to mutter to his bronze, "We have to leave. Why did you have to choose /now/?" However, his protestations seem a little less sincere and a little more fuzzy as he goes along. Especially now that the radiant gold herself has arrived to entice Perymith and strengthen his resolve.

Perymith> Geirelth looks up, crimson sprayed along his muzzle. Claws clench the earth, as if squeezing stress and longing out, mashing bits of grass and earth together to transfer feelings of anticipation. Just for release, the brown slashes his talons across a scampering herdbeast whose flight brought its course near him. He snaps his muzzle out, sinking teeth into its neck as blood leaks from the talonmarks along its side. He lifts his head and croons a piercing note, the violet of passion churning in his eyes, directed towards Leyrith.

L'tral senses the shift in Nastasia's position and eyes the two carefully before shoosing a careful response. "I don't think there will be much to see after the blooding starts, unless you like watching beasts ripped apart. I'd prefer not to, myself." He shifts closer to Taysie in response.

Perymith> Rasnauth continues to ignore the milling herdbeasts that run around his still form, a lump of golden honey solidified in the middle of the pens, that constant soft rumble of encouragement emerging from a flame-tongued neck - only his muscles move, shifing beneath his hide as if hinting at his eagerness for what is to come, his well-hidden impatience.

Perymith> Anitoth leaps nimbly aloft as Leyrith darts upward, ready to follow, and impatient to chase. When the queen drops downward once more, tearing into her second kill, the bronze follows suit. His movements are quick, darting, but always in control. The bronze snatches at a herdbeast with his deadly foreclaw as he returns to the ground, plunging his muzzle to its throat and drawing its life away through clenched teeth. He watches her still. And waits.

A'then pushes himself off the support of the wall and progresses with shaky steps closer to the gathered crowd. He feels fogged, lost within his own form. Each object he touches feels numb, as if the sensations were transferred through a second-skin. The world spins for a moment, but he steadies himself on the back of an overstuffed chair, hands clenching it just as his dragon's talons clench the earth.

Perymith> Corianth tosses his head, releasing his second kill to flop and roll upon the ground distant from him. Tounge licks out, picking up the droplets of his messy feeding as he settles into a tense courch, watching the queen intently with swirling voilet eyes.

Perymith> Marsath hisses and snaps at an uppity brown who dared to overfly him too closely. Blood shows on the brown's leg, green and red, and there is one fewer now to chase. Marsath spares him no further attention, snapping the neck of another bovine with razored talons, tearing his eyes from Leyrith to drink.

Salarenn staggers into the hall with a bit of a bounce in his step, a smile on his face, and humming a soft song. But when his gaze goes across the room, something tells him that things just aren't so great here right now, and his humming, and bounce stops, so that hes just at slow walk towards Taysie's group, his smile replaced with a look of confusion on his face.

J'van shakes his head, as if refusing an unspoken question or request, then groans softly, burying his head in his hands, giving up completely - his eyes close, and his expression changes from reluctant to expectant all in the space of a breath. Sapphire eyes snap open then, and he turns his head toward Eliwys, intent and focused now, for better or worse, muscles tightening as if in imitation of his lifemate. "Too late..." Is whispered - and it isn't clear whether it's for himself or for S'vilen he is speaking the words.

T'glyn hasn't moved from his spot by the windows, and hasn't made a sound since entering the weyrhall. His still empty chair is still pulled out from the table, and his feet are still right where they were when he first lifted his gaze to stare out toward the landing field. His only movement is continuing to turn the writing stick in his hands, methodically and silently.

Nastasia grimaces at L'tral's words, shaking her head. "It's bad enough seeing a dragon hunt alone, sometimes. I don't think now would be much improved." Oh, of course not. Salarenn is spotted, as he's heading right for her, and his confusion is caught as well. "Larenn... shells. Stay over here." is her greeting to the lad. Picking up Lute's own shifting closer, the bluerider recieves a tense glance. This wasn't the best time to choose to be in the Hall.

Perymith> Perymith swerves with an almost, but not quite, harsh cry of frustration as a smaller brown slips in and absconds with his chosen prey. In his distraction, he almost misses a shaved ovine as it dashes towards him with no regard for anything but its fear of being eaten by the bronze behind it, oblivious to the fact that the dragon has since found other prey. Perymith does, however, catch the flicker of movement in time to pluck the animal from the ground. It bleats in terror, legs swinging, for a moment before the crushing power of the bronze's talons asphyxiate it. The fiery bronze dragon alights on higher ground and backs away from the prey to give himself room to blood, this time not hiding the animal from anyone's sight but those who happen to have his bulk blocking their vision. It was a white ovine at one time, but now dark red rivulets stain across the white stubble that remains from its last shaving.

Perymith> Leyrith growls deep in her throat, a twisting of vocal chords with menacing intentions, the males that dominate the feeding grounds ignored for who would want to face her vehemence! Voracious talons rend the newest beast from gut to gullet, crimson fluid spurting upwards in a violent storm, before a foot stamps down, smashing wherry to smithereens as her next sacrifice is considered. Still, like the eye of the storm, eyes watch a herdbeast from afar, until it seems lulled into a false sense of security. It is then that she makes her move. Wings snap open and she launches herself into the air, pushing like a hurricane towards the beast, crushing it below her even as she rips out the throat to dine on the suppurate wound.

Plaintively, S'vilen surrenders to Perymith's insistent passion with one final reproach, wailing, "Perymith, we can't!" That last complaint lodged, and, perhaps duly noted, he gives up, turning hungry eyes on Eliwys, his fancy, if temporary, knot and responsibility to Fort completely forgotten.

Perymith> Leyrith wings upwards to the open sky above eastern Monaco weyr.
Perymith> Geirelth wings upwards to the open sky above eastern Monaco weyr.
Perymith> Corianth wings upwards to the open sky above eastern Monaco weyr.
Perymith> Rasnauth wings upwards to the open sky above eastern Monaco weyr.

Kiarasays, "That wasn't what I meant...I meant the flight in the sky but... you're prohably right, it might not be the best idea." she shifts slightly where she stands, picking up on all the tension in the room. "I think maybe this wasn't the best time to come in here for dinner....."

Perymith> Marsath wings upwards to the open sky above eastern Monaco weyr.
Perymith> Anitoth wings upwards to the open sky above eastern Monaco weyr.
Perymith> You wing upwards to the open sky above eastern Monaco weyr.

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Eliwys' eyes widen, lurching against the table that protects her back as Leyrith launches for the skies, the sudden change in emotion wrenching her from one emotion to the next, like thermals that swop and change with no notice. She needs to be away though. From here. Now. Hands push herself from the table, propelling her through the riders here, the one that doesn't move elbowed harshly.

People currently watching Weyrhall - Monaco Weyr: Larya Usava Eliwys Salarenn Jalis

Eliwys walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.

Salarenn looks towards the distressed gold rider for a moment again even though his legs still carry him towards the small band of green and blue riders. After he reaches the table he slips into a chair, though stays silent, he'll ask questions later.

*SNAP* The writing stick in T'glyn's hands suddenly breaks in two. He blinks, once, and then watches Eliwys rise to leave. He follows her out without a word.

T'glyn walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.
A'then walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.

A'then watches Eliwys' hasty departure, and is moving after her even before he has fully registered that she has left.

J'van is up and out of his chair like the wind as Eli leaves, unmindful of having to push past people as he focuses on a single purpose - all others are ignored as he follows the trail of the one he wants.

J'van walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.

S'dro is still watching when Eliwys shoves her way out. As if pulled, he follows.

S'dro glides southwards to the wide green commons outside.

Usava has been watchign eliwys closely and as she stands and moves the rider is on her feet and following.

Usava walks off southwards to the wide green commons outside.

Perymith> Leyrith rumbles in amusement at her earlier rouse towards that poor herdbeast who still might have died from a heart attack. Her wings spread wide in exalted glory, tames the air to her whim, wingtips tilting to find the thermal she desires, and then powering through the downstrokes to carry her up and give her the lead she intends to maintain. Leading edges snap taunt, sending her high into the clouds above, vortices curling along wings as they stir the ethereal filaments. Several are flown through, as if in an attempt to fog the senses of those that chase her, endeavoring to deter the browns and bronzes from even thinking about getting close. A beacon, a trailing light, is Leyrith, a warning siren to those that dare to challenge the rocks through the created illusion.

S'vilen is drawn inexorably after Eliwys as she departs, his steps quickening in order not to lose her in the unfamiliar surroundings of Monaco. Somehow, he contrives to miss every obstacle in his path, yet doesn't appear to look at anything. As a child darts in from of him, he pauses just long enough for her to get out of the way, and when an older bluerider scoots his chair back as he stands abruptly, Siv just detours around it without missing a step.

You amble southwards to the wide green commons outside.
Wide Green Commons - Monaco Weyr(#692RFJMa$)

You amble southwards to the stairs and path that lead up to the weyrleaders complex.
Broad Cliff Path - Monaco Weyr(#547RFJLa$)

You amble upwards to the steps up to the second highest weyr, belonging to Eliwys and Leyrith.
Leyrith's Ledge - Monaco Weyr(#2232RJ)

Eliwys glances around at the all too familiar surroundings, that suddenly are seen from a different perspective. Eyes narrow at the riders that follow her in, destroying the peace of her sanctuary, nose wrinkling with gross mistrust. Stability is required, and sought in the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening as they grasp for purchase.

A'then tenses along his form, then launches off the ground in a shower of loosed soil and greenery. The thundering note of a musical hook drives upwards and into the sky, following her forceful lead, answering her challenge. The plinking of each surreptitious note sounds in a blistering crescendo like a furious symphony in form that launches through the sky on the wings of inspiration. Above him soars the final act, the star of musical decadence.

Perymith> Geirelth tenses along his form, then launches off the ground in a shower of loosed soil and greenery. The thundering note of a musical hook drives upwards and into the sky, following her forceful lead, answering her challenge. The plinking of each surreptitious note sounds in a blistering crescendo like a furious symphony in form that launches through the sky on the wings of inspiration. Above him soars the final act, the star of musical decadence.

Perymith> Rasnauth finds the moment he has been waiting for is upon him, and wings of sunset's waning spread wide, launching him upwards with clean strokes of powerful 'sails and fairy-dusted 'spars, evading the trajectory of a fellow bronze by swerving as he moves upward, finding the invisible streams of air that will push him even further into the sky and towards the sparse clouds that drift through a blue sky - and especially towards the golden beacon that has launched herself so temptingly into the wide turquoise expanse above the earth.

A'then stumbles over the private threshold of the one he follows with little regard for common sense. The jostling of those entering nearly causes him to growl in his throat, until his human senses return in a breath. He looks around with misplaced eyes, double-vision echoing a celestial vista.

J'van strides in with purpose, following Eliwys into a place that is more than familiar to him as well....but yet seems another place in another time. He slows as he enters, turning away from the goldrider briefly to find himself a place along the wall as far from the bed as possible. He leans, breathes, watches - but his essence is soaring high above the ground and his body with Rasnauth.

Perymith> Marsath flings himself aloft, the carcass of his final meal still speared on the talons of one foot. Impatiently he shakes it off, all his attention snapping to the martial gold distancing herself from her Weyr. Bronze wings snapping against the cooling sky, he pushes himself into the pack, loathe to let her slip from him without a fight of his own.

Perymith> As before, Anitoth had leapt aloft as soon as Leyrith's golden talons left solid ground, not waiting to see if she headed for the heights or returned for another kill. When she aims for the lofty thermals above the weyr instead of the fetid downdrafts of the feeding grounds, he follows her up with a piercing, earnest trumpet. Translucent wingsails sweep back once, twice and again. Up through the warm air below until cool water vapor touches the molten bronze heat of his hide. He chases her into the clouds, mind racing ahead to find her when vision fails.

Perymith> Corianth is ground bound but a half a heartbeat from the moment Leyrith takes to the skies. Violet eyes whirl as tensed muscles release in this expectation, wings snapping open in the first of many downstrokes, carrying him up into the heavens and after the glimmer of the golden beacon. He voices his acceptance of her challenge, with a cocky trumpet slipping into the clouds after one so brilliant is not easily lost.

Perymith> As Leyrith becomes airborne, Perymith forgoes the last dregs of blood from the slain ovine. His wings spread like the unfurling of a ship's dark sails, sending shadows leaping across the uneven ground and the blood-striped body of his latest kill. Back they sweep, as he sinks down towards the ground, until the tips almost seem ready to touch despite the gap between them. Like a spring, his hind legs launch him into the sky while his wings bend to cup the air and pull him up towards the clouds. No sound escapes his throat, but his passage could hardly be considered silent. The air rushing away from his wings is audible as well as visible, causing the sway of plants and eddying dance of dust and sand. Soon, the particles settle back to the ground, casting a fine layer of dust over the abandoned body of the ovine, even as the eagerly awaiting firelizards descend for a free meal.

Perymith> Leyrith catches and bends the thermals to her will, letting them aid her wingstrokes, and adding them to the reservoirs she's built up over the turns. A bugle sounds as she revels in the feel of the wind over her 'sails, the drought of these emotions banished as though soaked with the first rain. Ichor resounds, like a dry riverbed soaking up the water, gushing through arteries as it fuels tendons, sinews and muscles. Glowing hide bright, like the bounty of green grass from storms, a phosphorescent form that hovers in the distance, or an elusive light that threatens to disappear forever.

T'glyn enters the weyr without a word, unconsciously taking up a position next to the rider of the drsgon closest to his own in the race high above.

With Perymith demanding his engrossment, S'vilen stumbles gratefully against the wall as he crosses the threshold, putting his palms against the stone and inclining his neck until his forehead contacts the cool stone. In this pose, he stops, hardly seeming to move a single muscle, despite the steady breathing that makes his ribs rise and fall.

Perymith> Geirelth breeches a cloud directly above him, parting the puffs of vapour with a soft 'pifft', a strangely serene sound in the midst of the chaos of the flight. His wings fan outwards and further parts the light clouds, sending them swirling off into nothingness around the tips of his wings. The muscles of his wingspars push with power and drive, sounding each of the notes of a furious symphony. Despite the fury, there is a rhythm to his movements, a hysterically ticking metronome keeping pace with the pounding of a draconic heart as he pursues that which he most wishes to posess.

Eliwys is caught up in the freedom that Leyrith is experiencing, never mind the stone that surrounds and hems her in. A smile lights her face, almost as though the sun shines even in here, and a hand brushes heavy hair back from face, and neck, letting it spill like a river down her back, as a bead of perspiration gathers on her temple.

Usava makes it somehow, half stumbling she finally just sits down. There now the ground won't move so. Head turns to eliwys and then her eyes close, hands settles into fists as she concentrates with her mate who chases far above.

A'then stands stone-still in his place a few lengths from where Eliwys sits in a draconic trance. The double vision echos everything he sees with two different views, superimposed with draconic images sharp as the ones he sees with his own eyes. No breath is able to push any words past his lips, even if he had them to say.

Perymith> Rasnauth revels in the feel of the wind shooting past him, whistling with the speed with which he follows Leyrith, agile wingtips flicking up or down in response to the inconstancy of the unseen helping thermals. A throaty bugle is returned to the queen's, tail flicking as if to the intensified beat of the heart in his bronzed chest - despite its increased pulsations, no outward signs of fatigue yet show....Rasnauth glides with consummate ease after the prize.

Perymith> Anitoth saves his breath for the chase, not answering Leyrith's exalting bugle. His mind, his body, his spirit are focussed on forward momentum. Strong broad wings sweep back, sinewy neck cranes forward, and long tail curves in the wind, stabilizing his bronze form as it wheels and turns to follow the gilded beauty just ahead. In this moment, in this place, she is all that matters.

S'dro and the tail of the pack trail in, the riders spreading out to various parts of Eliwys' weyr. It's the small bronzerider who claims the spot closest to the tunnel entrance, an arm's length or more from any of the others.

J'van's eyes half-lid to hide the gleam of lust and admiration in sapphire depths. He remains relaxed, imitation of the bronze flying high above him, breathing deeply yet without effort, soaring with Rasnauth in the flight - Eliwys herself is only a vague impression now as his needs mingle with those of his dragon so that human-draconic forms become intertwined.

Perymith> Corianth shifts along the invisible lines. Wings pumping only to pause as a thermal gives him a heftier push. Warmer air caressing along fully spread sails. Cooler drafts are sliced through as the heat of the passions stoked within are not to be so easily dissapated. Tail and haunches sway, steering him on a course straight and true after the glimmer of gold tempting him high above as eyes dare not to lose sight of such glory.

Perymith> Pack's turbulence brings confusion to flight's beginning, throwing off some of the younger beasts. Marsath's experience serves him well here, settling his wingbeats sure and strong as he races after luminosity's beacon. The thermal - just here, yes! - lifts him above an older brown, already beginning to tire.

Perymith> A flame-kissed bronzen missile streaks through the darkening sky, endeavoring to complete his mission and capture the golden prize ahead. Perymith calls melodically as Leyrith's bugle drifts back to him, answering her delight. His immense wings sweep through the air in measured tempo, no mind given to the pack around him. At this point in the race, he makes no effort to distinguish himself from them, for Leyrith doesn't seem likely to notice such an attempt. Let the other show themselves off while the gold thinks only of escape. Perymith will simply keep up with them and wait for his chance. Thus, his levigate wings beat evenly against the air, propelling him forward at a steady spead.

Perymith> It is never easy leading a race, evident now by the way Leyrith's downbeats are slowing, the gold exerting the last remains of her strength to continue this evasion as long as possible. Her lead shortens, bringing the inevitable nearer. No longer the shadow on the horizon, but a tangible presence. Like snow falling from the grounds, the long flight begins to wear on some, and browns and bronzes apiece spiral to the ground. The avalanche has yet to happen, and though the light finally disappears into the night, turning her hide a brilliant coruscating red, she valiantly strives to maintain the distance. Form shimmers with the added illumination as the moons take to the sky, like diamonds reflecting in the snow, dazzling the onlookers.

When his dragon was defiant, bugling his intentions to echo from the cliffs, T'glyn had stood in silence in the weyr hall. But now, as if the loss of one voice requires the use of the other, the young rider starts up a commentary, kept under his breath, but just loud enough to be heard by the riders around him. "She's off the right," he states, like a babbling old uncle. "Now ahead. There she is. A brown beside me. Too close. Can't go right. But there she is. There she is." He chews on the corner of his lip. If not for the company, he might appear to be deranged.

Perymith> Geirelth sufs the thermals, hopping from one to another and mastering them with flicks of his wings. Up and down on airy octives, he pursues the final golden crescendo that flits through the curtain of the towering sky. The whole of Monaco grows smaller beneath him, though the thermals and updrafts that buffet his form prove testament to the ocean that sparkles rukbat-kissed blue below. Though his body shows signs of strain, sheer force of will will keep him going and perservere until she is brought from the skies. He moves through the insubstantial blobs of bronze and brown that share his airspace, neck craning forward as he moves in an attempt to snatch her from the sky, to comfort the tiring queen and draw her into a sweet embrace.

Eliwys scowls, lids narrowing over mahogany eyes, at the scene that's not visible here, but that is happening high above. Her vision though is not here, it is through Leyrith's eyes she sees: her sight, her emotions, her exhaustion. Head shakes, a hand automatically going to push a rider away who, like his lifemate, gets a little too close.

Perymith> Rasnauth was behind the queen, but now he dives slightly, the advantage of not being within the pack at this moment almost instinctive as he puts extra effort into gaining speed rather than sustaining the slower pace of a chaser - he intends to capture the prize of Leyrith, and makes a push to do so, his course somewhat erratic as thermals push and pull at his streamlined bronzen form - he ignores all but the golden goal of this flight, sunset wings pumping with renewed vigor that will hopefully endure until he can obtain a perfect position in which to attempt to capture Leyrith.

Perymith> Marsath surges ahead, shouldering a smaller bronze out of his way and spiraling toward the ground below. He was near the middle of the pack only - is it close enough to her? He might have a chance of catching her, if, if, if!

S'vilen's breath quickens, actually audible as the chase truly gets underway. His forehead and palms remain pressed against the wall, his back to the rest of the weyr, and no mind apparently given to the other occupants. However, he finally stirs, sliding his hands down the smooth wall and pushing away as if in great effort. He turns, palms finally leaving the wall just before he twists around and presses his shoulders against the wall. His eyes slit open, settled unerringly on Eliwys and he watchers her intently for several deep breaths before the lids drift back over the brown eyes.

A'then feels a sense of reeling vertigo as he attempts to move away from the solid stone wall that is cold beneath the press of his back. The brownrider clenches his hands, trying to quit the feeling of claminess on his palms. His heartbeat thrums both in his chest and in his ears - the furiously ticking metronome that locks himself and his lifemate together in perfect harmony. Glazed-over double vision locks upon Eliwys, just as Geirelth's whirring violet locks on Leyrith in the sky.

J'van shifts in his leaning pose, perhaps unconsciously following the movements of his lifemate, though he abstains from muttering like T'glyn. His gaze remains on Eliwys, though the sapphire depths are distant, concentrated inward and upward. Hands clench and unclench and his breathing quickens as if sensing that the time of decisions is at hand...

Perymith> Corianth slips off the end of a thermal. Wings stroking down again, beginning to burn with the effort he is exherting, but nothing is held back, for she deserves everything he can give and he strokes the cooler air with sturdy if efforted beats, rising from below and behind. The brown gains ground slowly, but steadily, every part of his being focused upon the golden damsel in front, the rest of the males around or above he is oblivious to, for there is only one who deserves attention, and she gets his all.

Perymith> Anitoth lunges forward, wingtip to wingtip with a brown at his side. Inches ahead of the competition and then inches behind, he struggles to pass the lighter beast, whose advantage is beginning to show. Violet eyes take on an increasing gleam of red as the golden queen stays just out of reach, and his precision wingstrokes lose their rythym when the sheer frustration of his position overwhelms his cool resolve. With nothing but brute strength to save him from his inexperience, he heaves himself forward with a graceless lurch, craning his neck toward Leyrith in a desperate attempt to snare her away.

Perymith> Perymith plunges down from the higher altitude he'd gained due to a helpful thermal, responding instantly to Leyrith's loss of energy. One powerful downstroke sends him shooting forward, then folded wings begin his descent towards her. Cocoon-like, his dark leathery wings fold around his body as he falls, ready to open instantaneously, should he need to slow or stop the drop. His strategy pays off, at least in getting him within reasonable grasping distance from Leyrith. He opens his wings slightly, spilling some of his speed, then allowing them to extend completely and stop his fall. His long tail snakes out as he swoops overhead, even as he stretches out his talons to gently grasp at the body of the gold. Even with the remaining males making the same attempt, Perymith seems to pay them no heed, and yet at the same time, deftly avoid entangling himself with one of them instead of the prize he believes is his due.

Usava licks her lips, sensing through her mate the current of the flight. Fists tighten, the veins on her arm standing out as quickened breath echoes the excitement and effort above. She sneaks a peek, eyes cracking open as the world fuzzes between here and there before closign and focusing on the there, completely caught up in the skies.

S'vilen suddenly shoves himself away from the wall, and takes an over-eager step towards Eliwys, though his eyelids don't open until after his foot comes down. Once that step is taken, another triplet follow, but he stops there, still just barely out of reach of the goldrider. Taking himself firmly in hand, he balls his hands into fists and stands rigid, looking like an avian on the verge of flight.

Perymith> Leyrith streams across the sky, a golden comet pulling a tail of brown and bronze behind her. Some continue to leave the chase, falling like stars towards the ground, but the gold continues on, aureate hide shining even though her core might be ice. Downbeat carries her away from Geirelth, and allows her to escape clutching talons for a moment longer, Marsath gets a little too close and is treated to a swipe from her talons, though thankfully she misses. Tail lashes out, letting her dart between two other dragons, passing and avoiding Rasnuath by barely an inch, teeth reaching to bite a foreleg that extends towards her. But then there's Perymith falling from above, catching her unawares: and she's tangled in wings and neck, completely entwined within his embrace.

Eliwys inhales, her tone full of shock and indignation that someone would even dare to lay their hands on her lifemate. Not now, not here, not ever as far as she's concerned right now. That desk, once her sanctuary is now her trap, and confusion is evident as senses ground some from the earlier heights of Leyrith's flight.

Perymith> Rasnauth tries to entwine Leyrith as she falls, but instead is forced to evade the snapping jaws and missing his chance. He bugles in protest, then drops away, defeated.

J'van holds his breath, hands clenching as he urges his bronze on eagerly and then.....breath is expelled in a hiss, and an enraged glance is sent towards Eliwys, one full of hurt and anguish as well before he sends a glare toward S'vilen as well, stalking out as quickly as his dragon left the scene of his defeat.

J'van walks off downwards to the broad cliff path.

S'dro squeaks as all the air rushes from his lungs, then turns and pelts from the weyr, careening into walls as he goes.

"Get out of the... Move your big brown... For the love of..." T'glyn keeps up his commentary,. though none of the thoughts find their voice in full sentences now, as the flight nears its long-awaited conclusion. "She's down there... Just a... How can I... F'LAR'S HAIRY LOVE NUTS." This last thought, while not technically a complete sentence, nonetheless expresses the full extent of Anitoth's irritation. The young rider turns on a heel and stalks out.

S'dro glides downwards to the broad cliff path.
T'glyn walks off downwards to the broad cliff path.

Perymith> Rasnauth wings westwards to the sky above the weyrhall and the western half of the weyr.
Perymith> Marsath wings southwards to the cliff-face weyrs and waterfall.

A'then again moves with no particular solid reason, he just knows he should depart.

A'then walks off downwards to the broad cliff path.

Usava lets out a breath and blinks a few times. Now how'd she get ehre. Confusion and dissapointment echo on her face as Corianth will have to wait til next time, and the chance offered as Usava slips out, one hand to her head to go soothe her dragon.

Usava walks off downwards to the broad cliff path.

Perymith> His desperate lunge ending up futile as well as graceless, Anitoth steadies himself on a lower air current, and then glides off for the falls.

Perymith> Corianth must have been two steps behind that time and has an all too clear picture of the golden one caught. His bugle is frustration and dissapointment, body tossed to arc harshly away from the pair and the other males, descending back to the comfort of his own hollow.

Perymith> Geirelth goes home.
Perymith> Corianth goes home.
Perymith> Anitoth goes home.

Perymith> Perymith's delighted warble escapes his throat as he twines himself around the gold, however displeased she is with his accomplishment. The sound modulates with cessation into a warm croon as he spreads his darkened wings wide, using the resistance against the air to keep the descent slow.

Perymith> Leyrith seems to fight back viciously a moment longer, but then after another flash of hesitancy at the loss of her freedom, an fervent croon emanating from within her even as her neck and tail curl around Perymith. The two entwined forms are now themselves nothing but falling stars, the bronze indecipherable from the gold, as they spiral towards the earth.

Eliwys, oblivious to all but dragon lust, reaches for S'vilen, pulling him to her even as Leyrith is safely seen to the ground. Anyone left here is ignored, as needs demand satisfaction.

S'vilen's step brings him up against Eliwys even as she steps towards him, his dark brown eyes hardly seeing anything in his urgency to mimic Perymith's actions. Strong arms reach out to take her, just barely managing to remember in time that she's a fragile person not a big strong gold dragon.