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I absolutely loved this log. J'on wasn't proddy yet, and the unconscious paralleling of the flight is great. I love the tension between J'on and Sarai, and the Kyliven element (of which J'on is mostly oblivious.)

Near Linneth, Eosith's eyes light at the arrival of one of his many 
objects of desire, and he blats lovingly. Kyli just rolls her eyes 
and waves enthusiastically. "Hey, J'on!"

You dismount Linneth, who crouches to minimize the drop.
Field outside the Main Entrance
Activity surrounds you as you gaze over the road which runs beneath 
the huge cliffs which form the southeastern section of the Igen Weyr 
Bowl. The wall opens here in three places... the middle one seems the 
most busy although the northernmost one is the largest. The ground 
under your feet is solid and rocky, and in the brightest sun it 
glares uncomfortably.
To the north the road continues, winding its way past the hatching 
grounds and barracks to eventually leave the bowl. Cutting across the 
bowl to the northwest brings you to the center of the bowl. To the 
west lies a green field full of beasts- the Weyr's feeding grounds. 
The infirmary weyr opens to the northeast, and the living caverns to 
the east.
Contents:
Linneth(#13222aeqs)
Kyliven(#5003PJcem$)
Sarai
Eosith
Tularth
Healers' Herb Garden
Obvious exits:
Guest ledge  INFirmary  Main Entrance  Center of Bowl  Feeding 
Grounds  North  

J'on turns and regards Linneth for a moment. "What?"

Kyliven quirks a curious eyebrow. "What?" she echoes, with a glance at 
her own lifemate.

Sarai jiggels her head, having been talking to Cyrath, "Sorry.. Hi 
J'on..."

J'on shakes his head as Linneth snorts and grins. "Whatever. Heya, 
Sarai, Ky. Sweeps were better today than yesterday."

Sarai looks at Linneth oddly, "That's good.. where did you get to go?"

Kyliven cocks her head. "Oh? What happened on sweeps yesterday?"

You say "Today, Benden. Yesterday was rotten though. I saw a commotion 
in a field, and I went down to see what was up. Someone'd broken a leg 
stepping into a hole."

Kyliven whistles lowly. "Shells. Took care of them, I hope? Got a 
healer, and everything?"

Sarai icks and sighs, looking a touch... jelous.

J'on nods. "Got him back to his cothold, and transported one of the 
Hold's healers. He's set now, but it was hard to see him hurting."

Kyliven shakes her head. "Nothing like that ever happens on -my- 
sweeps," she complains. "Just the same old same old boring 
nothingness."

Sarai rocks on her heels, "Least you get sweeps."

You say "You could ask, you know. Even if they say no."

Kyliven nods. "Or go along with someone on their sweeps -- I know 
I'd like the company."

Sarai makes a face, "Sure, I can come on sweeps after I finish 
records work, and bookeeping tithes. Closest I get is delivering 
records to holds and all."

You say "I could get you up early for dawn sweeps, though."

Sarai grins, "Actually.. that'd kinda be fun." Seeing as she doesn't 
have to do them on a regular basis..

"Well, sweeps are one of the best ways to learn your coverage area," 
Kyli argues. "You're still trying to do that, aren't you?" SHe nods at 
J'on's idea of 'dawn sweeps', though she personally wouldn't subject 
anyone to them.

J'on grins. "By the time we get back, you'll be seat-sore and have to 
stand to do tithe recrds, though."

Sarai smirks, "Hey! I ride all through falls sitting down."

J'on laughs. "I've seen you after, too," he teases.

Sarai sticks her tongue out at J'on.

Kyliven leans back up against Eosith, watching the others banter.
Kyliven just looked at you.

You say "A good thing you have long legs, at that, as big as Cyrath's 
neck is. It's no wonder you're sore."

Sarai chuckles, "It doens't bother me anymore, cept when we first 
started flying togeather. It's just hard on my back, looking up with 
teh flamethrower and all.

J'on nods sympathetically. "And then to have all those duties when 
you're done. Well, maybe Mother will show you some shortcuts."

"Need a neckrub?" Kyli offers.

Linneth> Eosith senses "Linneth is looking very pretty today, with 
the sun on her hide at just that angle.."

Sarai grins, "Dear Faranth, after falls I'd die for a good neckrub... 
but I'm getting better at it..."
Sarai says "The after stuff, I mean."

Eosith looks at the small humans blathering on about boring things, 
then shuffles a few meters towards Linneth with a low whuffle.

Linneth angles her neck and just looks at Eosith.

Kyliven grins. "Well, if Eosith and I...!" she yelps as Eosith 
suddenly moves away, gives her ex-backrest a glare, then regains her 
balance. "Sorry -- if we're doing the first part of Fall, my hands 
should be rested enough to give you a neckrub when you get back in."

Dragon> Linneth senses that Eosith croons softly, a change from his 
usual eager tenor, << You are most lovely today, Linneth. The sun 
gleams on your neck and wings. >>

Sarai waggels a finger at Kyli, "Watch out, I may take you up on 
that."

Linneth blinks.
Linneth> I bespoke Eosith with << How nice of you to notice! You do 
not look bad today yourself. >>

Kyliven grins and flexes her fingers at the goldrider. "Wouldn't have 
offered if I didn't mean it. 'Sides, how else can I lure you up to my 
weyr?"

J'on laughs. "Whoa..."

The very tip of Eosith's tail quirks up, then begins to slowly curl 
around his side.

Kyliven winks at J'on. "Hey, you can come visit too. I just can't 
promise you a neckrub."

You say "Tease."

Sarai smirks, "She's a bluerider, J'on... what do you expect..."

Dragon> Linneth senses that Eosith perks up. A green -noticed- him! 
With hastily regained suaveness, he answers, << It is the work of my 
Kyli. But you -- you are always beautiful, especially after Fall. >>

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath peers down, << Should I get an 
itch now? >>

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth doesn't know. Eosith is acting 
oddly!

Kyliven reaches out and thwaps Sarai in the shoulder. "Hey! Who do you 
think I am, Siara?" she protests with a laugh.

Linneth blinks twice.

J'on looks innocent. "Nah, Eosith doesn't act a thing like Ranth."

Linneth> Eosith senses that Linneth is now curious, despite herself. 
<< Why then? >>

Kyliven crosses her arms, mock-huffily. "I should -hope- not!"

Dragon> Linneth senses that Eosith searches for a moment before coming 
up with, << Because Fall is what you were born for -- it is what you 
do best. Your wings, outswept and catching the air... >> Sounds like 
some blue is waxing poetic.

Sarai grins at Kyli, "Never..."

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath ponders <>

Linneth> I bespoke Cyrath with << He is saying nice things about me! >>

J'on's lips quirk. "Besides, you would NEVER eat jam the way she does.

Linneth> Eosith senses that Linneth HAS been practicing some of her 
maneuvers...

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth beats his wings in a powerful 
downstroke as soon as he is clear of Asperth's ledge.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth glides down cautiously.
Kineth lands carefully.

Sarai blinks, "I'm not sure I want to know..."

Kyliven blinks for a moment, caught off-guard. "Jam?" She gives Eosith 
a baffled look, then shakes her head and turns back to her friends. 
"Huh?"

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << OH, the males tdo that to me 
all the time. They are just flirting. >>

J'on can't suppress a full smile now. "Never mind!"

Eosith ignores Kineth's landing; he's got something vastly more 
important to concentrate on. Dipping his neck, he dares to lightly 
brush Linneth with one wing.

Linneth> I bespoke Cyrath with << Oh. I wondered if he had... >>
Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth's contact cuts off in startlement.

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << Had what? Are you allright? >>
From Cyrath's ledge, a brassy bugel is heard.

Sarai cringes, "Cyrath...." grumbels Sarai.

Linneth doesn't seem to know how to take this bravery, and her eyes 
whirl in confused colors.

Kyliven grins outright. "Don't want to know, I don't think!" Kineth 
and his rider get a quick wave before she adds, "Why would you be 
eating jam with Siara anyway?"

J'on looks over at Linneth. "What?" he asks her, distracted.

Eosith whips his wing back to his side, doing his best to look 
innocent. Dragon? What dragon? He doesn't see any dragon here....

Sarai looks up at her ledge, where Cyrath's head is peering over, 
looking upset, "Oh for... He's a /blue/. That's like... a ... a feline 
and a canine, you ..."

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth is baffled. He nuzzled her!

Kyliven cranes her neck up to look at Cyrath. "What's she mad at?" she 
asks Sarai in a low voice.

J'on laughs and gives Linneth a reassuring smile. "It's all right, 
Linneth. Promise."

Sarai looks at Kyliven, "Eosith and Linneth, I think...."

J'on nods, returning his attention to the conversation. Lower, he 
says "Eosith has always made fun of Linneth, and now he's courting her, 
and she's confused."

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath ohs and relaxes, << Flirt back. They 
say nice things about you, and will rub you in itchy spots. Idrelth is 
very good at that... >>

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth is used to that from Tivuketh and a 
little from Ranth, but not from EOSITH.

Kyliven blinkas, glances up at Cyrath, then at Eosith-the-innocent and 
Linneth. "Oh... my. Why's she mad about that?" J'on gets a helpless 
shrug and half-grin. "What can I say? He's discovered greens in the 
last few sevendays."

Linneth settles down, keeping a wary eye on the obviously feverish 
Eosith.

Eosith offers the light of his life a soothing blat.

Linneth actually looks reassured. That, she can deal with.
Linneth> I bespoke Cyrath with << He's making that noise again. His 
fit must have passed. >>

You say "She's calmer now. Speaking of calm..anyone seen J'nyx 
today?"

Kyliven shakes her head. "Not I. Sandstorm has had different 
drilling times than Sirroco for half of forever, it seems. Why?"

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << Maybe Eosith grew up? For a 
little while at least... >>

Sarai looks at J'on for a moment. "J'nyx went to the Beast hall 
yesterday..."

J'on blinks. "Isn't he weyrbound yet? The way Fironth was glowing?"

Eosith turns his head nearly upside down and looks nervously at 
Linneth. Cautiously, he extends one wing and haltingly brings it 
towards the delicate hide of the Jewel of Igen.

Linneth just *looks* at him.

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth considers. Maybe. Although it is 
odd hearing him sound like Tivuketh!

Eosith freezes in mid-extension.

Kyliven says "-Fironth- glowing? Oh dear."

J'on glances over at the now really goofy-looking Eosith and bursts 
out giggling in spite of himself. "From silly green to the object of 
his affection. Poor Eosith." He nods then to Kyliven. "She was 
awfully bright when I saw her last."

Linneth isn't hissing, at least.

Kyliven shakes her head, clucking her tongue quietly. "/That/ should 
be interesting. I wonder if Eosith will be interested in chasing?" She 
looks at the frozen tableau in wonder. "What in the name of Faranth's 
ridges are you -doing-, Eosith?!"

Sarai shakles ehr head at J'on, "Not yet, I guess.. He gave flowers to 
Master Leara tho..."

Eosith whips his head right side up and blats at Kyli, his entire 
attitude one of "Nothing, Mom..."

J'on chokes. "Flowers to WHO? Did he survive uninjured?"

Linneth rumbles in amusement.

Dragon> Linneth senses that Eosith whuffles adoringly, << May I touch 
you again, brightest one? >>

Sarai nods at J'on, not exceptionally thrilled about it. "I don't 
think he saw her... Just heard he left flowers."

Linneth> Eosith senses that Linneth isn't going to stop you.

You say "Oh, by the piece of shell Linneth shook off. Poor J'nyx."

Eosith haltingly extends his wing on the side /away/ from the human 
trio towards Linneth once again.

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth wonders how much she can pull 
Eosith's straps..

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << Pretty far, he's a flexiable 
blue.. >>

Sarai sighs at J'on, "Next time.. Ohhh I'll get Cyrath to sit on 
J'nyx..."

You say "Pull rank, Sarai dear."

Linneth lies very still.

Sarai blinks and looks at J'on oddly. "Pull- I can do that, can't 
I...?" She sounds hesitant.

Kyliven nods, in agreement with J'on. "Uh-huh. It's not safe for him 
to take a proddy green out of the Weyr. Mum always said that, and so 
did Elen."

J'on nods. "In a Bitra minute. You've got it, and in this case it's 
better for everybody to use it. Think what'd have happened to the 
prize herds if she decided to blood..?"

Eosith lightly strokes Linneth's flank, halts, then waits for 
Linneth's reaction with his wing a good meter from her side.

Linneth doesn't move.

Sarai looks at J'on, now regretfull, "It /did/ happen once... Istan 
green went up during a festival..."

Kyliven nods. "Uh-huh. I heard there was a big foofahrah about that 
very same thing that happened Turns ago -- even the Southern Weyrs 
were talking about it."

Sarai nods, mournfully, "One of the browns ate my foster da's prize 
ovine too. Blue ribbon and all."

J'on nods. "It was a mess. You're still getting used to your rank, I 
know. But next time, you'll know to use it." He sounds confident in 
you, at least. "I know to at least look at her color, but J'nyx isn't 
going to think about that yet."

Eosith dares to stroke again. LIghtly, oh so lightly...

Linneth snorts softly.

Eosith freezes.

Linneth> I bespoke Eosith with << There's an itch about a talon to 
the left of there. >>

Eosith relaxes with a nearly audible sigh, moving slightly over and 
stroking harder.

Linneth closes her eyes in pleasure.

IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Idrelth wings up from the eastern rim 
of the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Idrelth furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth glides down lower into 
the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Idrelth glides down cautiously.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth leaps from Fironth's ledge 
into the clear air of the bowl.

Idrelth lands carefully.

Sarai makes a face, "I'm not used to having any rank... I was an 
apprentice....I used to get yelled at for just /doing/ things..."

Laurene slides down Idrelth's side to land lightly upon the ground 
next to him. Her hand remains on his hide for a moment and the brown 
rumbles softly.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Fironth glides down cautiously.

J'on says firmly "Not anymore, weyrwoman."

Fironth lands carefully.

J'nyx slips a leg over Fironth's neck and slides lightly down to 
the ground.

Laurene smiles -- actually smiles! -- to those who are gathered. 
"Good afternoon, everyone!"

Sarai sighs, "See that's the problem. I don't /think/ I'm a 
weyrwoman."

Idrelth rumbles solicitously to Fironth.

Fironth irritably flicks her tail and turns her back on the other 
dragons as J'nyx dismounts.

Eosith shuffles a bit closer to Linneth, his attention barely caught 
as first Idrelth, then Fironth arrive. Waitaminute... Fironth? Sweet, 
charming, darling lovely Fironth?

IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Tivuketh wings up from the eastern rim 
of the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Tivuketh furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Tivuketh glides down lower into 
the Bowl.

J'on openly gapes at Fironth's color.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Tivuketh angles up to a higher 
area of the southwestern bowl containing Idrelth's ledge.

Linneth opens her eyes.

You say "Umm...can we finish this later, Sarai?"

J'nyx waves to the others, eyes Fironth and sighs. He offers a 
single sentence as explanation for her behaviour. "She says she has 
a headache."

Sarai nods at J'on and puts her hands in her pocets. "Sure..." She 
says despondently.

Eosith absently keeps scratching at Linneth's side even as he openly 
eyes Fironth the bright and wonderful.

Linneth> I bespoke Fironth with << Your hide is looking very bright 
today. What oil is your rider using? >>

J'on reaches over and gives Sarai and absent hug, even as he says 
"J'nyx? I think we need to talk..."

Sarai blinks at the hug and blushes a little bit. Okay...

Dragon> Fironth bespoke Linneth with <<  << He didn't oil it properly. 
I still itch. >> >>

Laurene eyes Fironth, but doesn't let the suspicious color dampen her 
mood. Seeing Sarai, however, she makes her way over. "Hey there. 
Siara told me about the shopping trip that she's planning."

Sarai jiggels ehr head a bit, "Um... OH! For the handfasting?"

J'nyx sighs. "You too, J'on? Shards, /everyone/ seems to want to talk 
to me today. What've I done this time? "

Kyliven beams at Sarai and Laurene. "J'on and I already have our 
present. Well, we've ordered it, anyway."

J'on gives Laurene an absentsmile. "Nothing you did, J'nyx. Promise. 
But I want to talk."

Sarai sighs, "I havn't a clue what to get..."

J'on releases Sarai and beckons J'nyx over.

J'nyx nods. "'Kay, J'on." He walks over to the other greenrider.

Sarai's eyes trail after J'on.

You head north along the wall of the Bowl, towards the weyrling 
barracks and the Hatching grounds.
Weyrling Training Field
The long shadows cast by the tall spires above are matched in this 
area of the Bowl by a few long scars in the floor of the Bowl - a 
silent testimony to a few miscalculated landings. Overhead, the 
dragons seem to fly with increased awareness, perhaps because one 
never knows when a weyrling will try a new trick in this area of the 
Bowl. Enough groundspace for two full wings of dragons stretches 
from the walls of the Bowl, making this a perfect area for practice 
or drills.
To the north, the walls of the Bowl part to make way for the Igen 
Weyr Pass, whereas to the west a glint of water betrays the lake's 
position. An opening into the bowl walls to the northeast fairly 
hums with the murmurs of young riders in training. Straight east a 
large opening seems to almost glow, and the hushed atmosphere 
surrounding it indicates it is the entrance to the Weyr's Hatching 
Grounds. A flurry of activity to the south points one to the main 
entrance into the inner Weyr. The center of the Bowl lies to the 
southwest.
Contents:
The Fish Hatcheries
Obvious exits:
Stables  Igen Weyr Pass  Weyrling Barracks  Hatching Grounds  
Center of Bowl  West  South  

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath sounds horribly amused, << My 
rider's thinking of your rider. >> Can she get more gleefull?

Linneth> J'nyx heads north along the wall of the Bowl.
J'nyx comes along from the field outside the main entrance to the 
south.

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth responds << And mine was 
enjoying hugging yours! >> Sweet triumph!

J'on has a seat on a rock. "It's about flights.."

Linneth> Kyliven glances around for either of the interested parties. 
Seeing neither, she says conspiritorally, "J'on and I went in on an 
etching of firelizards, from the Smithcraft."

J'nyx eyes J'on cautiously. "What about them?" Almost unconsciously 
he's looking over his shoulder towards Fironth's brilliant green shape 
in the distance.

You say "Have a seat, huh?"

J'nyx sits. Still cautious.

Linneth> Sarai exucses herself suddenly, "Cyrath..." She mumbles, 
blushing.
Linneth> Sarai heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's 
Living Cavern.

Linneth> Eosith whuffles to Fironth, still scratching lightly at 
Linneth's side.

You say "Someone told me you were nervous?"

Linneth> Laurene stands, a bit confusedly, in the bowl as it empties 
out of riders.

Linneth> Fironth gives a very loud snort. Other than that she's still 
trying to pretend she's the only dragon actually /in/ the Bowl at the 
moment.

Linneth> Idrelth settles himself down comfortably, keeping an eye on 
the glowing green.

Linneth> Linneth snorts just as loudly.

Linneth> Kyliven backs out of Sarai's way, then takes a step towards 
Laurene. "Hey, Laurene. How's Idrelth? Did you hear what J'nyx 
apparently did?"

J'nyx shivers. "It's not /nerves/. Just...." He falls silent.

J'on leans forward encouragingly. "Just? We're wingmates and 
greenriders, clutchmates even, we can talk."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith wings out from the 
mountainside on the far end of the bowl.
Just overhead, Ilmarith glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ilmarith glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Ilmarith flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Linneth> Ilmarith lands carefully.

Linneth> Eosith deflates a bit as Fironth steadfastly ignores him, 
and turns all -- well, most -- of his attention back to Linneth. He 
still sneaks quick peeks towards the glowing green.

Linneth> Linneth is now also ignoring Eosith.

Linneth> R'vyl slides down Ilmarith's side, using the straps to slow 
his descent.

J'nyx hangs his head. "Look, J'on, I've just...well, I've never /done/ 
it. OK? Yeah, I know we were told to find someone before it happened. 
I just couldn't. There's only one woman I've ever wanted..and /she/ 
wouldn't have thought much of that request."

Dragon> Linneth senses that Eosith asks, a bit forlornly, << Do you 
still itch, fair one? >>

J'on nods understandingly. "And you want to remember your first time, 
or is it something else?" He doesn't seem to judge your virginity, 
more accepting it as fact.

Linneth> I bespoke Eosith with << You can pay attention to me when I 
have your full attention. >>

Linneth> Kyliven waves R'vyl over with a cheerful, "Heyla!"

Linneth> Eosith withdraws his wing from Linneth's side with a 
mournful croon and sidles a bit closer.
Dragon> Eosith bespoke Linneth with << But ignoring Fironth would be 
rude! >>

Linneth> Eosith senses that Linneth seems to think that's YOUR problem 
to deal with.

J'nyx shakes his head. "No, if this is to be the first time and it 
can't be who I want to be with, then better it's her choice, not mine. 
But...." He tails off and finally admits. "I guess I'm scared."

J'on nods seriously. "What seems to scare you most?"

Linneth> R'vyl slips off of Ilmarith, heading toward the living cavern, 
but pausing to wave to Kyliven and Laurene, then to stare at Fironth 
for just a second, then sends a flicker of a glance back at Ilmarith 
before heading over toward Kyliven, calling across, "Good afternoon." 
Ilmarith, ignoring his usual spot by the bowl wall, warbles a cheerful 
greeting and crouches down where he landed, not too far from Fironth, 
actually, turning his steady gaze on the green.

Dragon> Linneth senses that Eosith almost whimpers. << What if she 
wants to talk to me? >>

Linneth> Eosith senses that Linneth is SURE such a big strong suave 
blue can handle it.

Linneth> Eosith whines (whines?) and hunkers down beside Linneth, 
trying his very hardest to ignore the glowing green not three 
dragonlengths from his frame.

Linneth> Kyliven nods towards Fironth, saying baldly, "Proddy." 
Eosith's outburst garners him a strange look and a quick conversation 
before she bursts out in laughter. "Oh, poor baby!"

J'nyx sighs. "Fear of the unknown. I can feel her in my mind, there 
like she always is. But there's something else...a wildness...it's 
like blocking off a floodtide. And it's going to break..and then it's 
like I won't be /me/ any more till it's over."

J'on says simply "You won't. But you won't care. At least, no one I've 
ever talked to cared at the moment."

J'nyx stares at J'on. "And after?"

Linneth> R'vyl nods. "I noticed," he says dryly, glancing in Fironth's 
direction again. At Kyliven's exclamation, his gaze skims over toward 
Eosith, then back to Kyliven, one eyebrow raising in slight curiousity.

You say "After...depends on who caught, and how long and wild the 
flight was. You'll probably be sore in places you haven't been sore 
before. But SHE will feel good, and you have to let that go through you 
as well."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth seems to dive off the ledge, 
then veers out into the open air of the Bowl.
Just overhead, Ranth glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Ranth flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Linneth> Ranth lands carefully.

J'on reaches out and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Just love her, and 
remember to make her blood. Blood only. She'll fly far and fast that 
way, and it'll be better for both of you.

Linneth> Siara slips down lightly from Ranth's back, pausing to caress 
him affectionately as he croons to her.
Linneth> Siara slides down and waves to the others, making her way over 
to the other end of the bowl.
Linneth> Siara walks over towards the center of the bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Siara walks over from the field to the southeast.
Siara wanders in from the center of the bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Siara wanders towards the field to the northeast.

J'on is sitting with J'nyx, talking seriously, with his hand on the 
other man's shoulder.

Linneth> Kyliven grins and leans towards R'vyl, explaining, She mutters 
to R'vyl, "... he can only pay... her if he... Fironth..."  she nods 
towards Fironth adding unnecessarily, "She's proddy."

Linneth> Linneth finally condescends to move her tail toward Eosith.

Linneth> Ranth croons after his rider and then turns his head to 
consider the others present, warbling softly.

J'nyx nods slowly. "Blood only." The words are almost a whisper. He 
nods to Siara as she comes towards them.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Sunlight leaps out from Ivarath's 
ledge, falling for just a moment before opening her wings.
Just overhead, Sunlight glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Sunlight wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Sunlight glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Sunlight glides over to the training field.
Sunlight backwings to land neatly.

Siara stops, seeing the two, "Hi," she says uncertainly.

Linneth> R'vyl nods, enlightened. "I see. That /would/ make it rather 
difficult." He glances back at Ilmarith, still and staring steadily at 
Fironth.

J'on looks up and smiles at Siara. "Blood only, J'nyx, and remember 
it's going to feel good. Deal with after, after. You are hers, and she 
is yours, and you are together, and she is going to fly like she's 
never ever flown before. And so will you." His voice is soft but firm 
and encouraging.

Linneth> Kyliven nods, suppressing a snicker at Eosith's plight. 
"Doesn't it, though? Poor Eosith. What does Ilmarith think of it?" 
With another nod towards Fironth, it's obvious that 'it' is the green.

J'nyx nods. "Thanks J'on." His eyes unfocus for a second. "She's 
dozing still. But her dreams are...odd."

J'on grins. "I'd go eat while she's sleeping, if I were you. That's 
what Mother always does."

Linneth> Eosith sighs and curls his tail around Linneth's, staring 
straight ahead. A certain blue has had better days, it seems.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vilyath glides out from Vilyath's 
ledge.
Just overhead, Vilyath glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vilyath wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Vilyath glides down cautiously.
Just overhead, Vilyath flies carefully towards the main entrance.
Linneth> Vilyath lands carefully.

Linneth> Sayra waits until Vilyath crouches low, then grabs a hold of 
the riding straps and skids her way quickly down his side, staggering 
just a tiny bit as she reaches the ground.

Linneth> I bespoke Ranth with << My rider says that your rider is 
lovely today. >>

Linneth> Fironth appears to be sleeping. The only sigh of life is an 
occasional irritable tailtwitch.

J'nyx looks sick at the thought. "Couldn't /eat/"

Siara looks at J'on, smiles a little and then moves off, "I'll go 
wait..I mean...I'll be - somewhere else..." She looks at J'nyx, 
curiously at first, and then appraisingly.

Linneth> Sayra, for some reason, appears to be moderately disgusted 
at something, but she clears her expression as she steps away from 
Vil's side. "Afternoon," she greets.

Linneth> I bespoke Ranth with << My rider says that if you catch, 
Fironth's rider will be lucky! Hmmph. All Fironth today. >>

Linneth> R'vyl grimaces slightly. "I hardly think thinking enters into 
it at all, really," he tells Kyliven, then turns to wave to Sayra as 
she and Vilyath arrive. "Afternoon," he echoes.

J'on suddenly chuckles. "Tough, sweetheart," he mutters under his 
breath, eyes unfocused. "Your time is coming."

Linneth> Kyliven grins, then gives Sayra a nod. "Heyla, Sayra." She 
blinks at the unattempted rhyme, then shrugs. "How're you two?"

J'nyx manages a grin. "Yeah - if she's going it can't be long before 
your turn. Or H'tori's"

Dragon> Linneth senses that Ranths' mind voice is anticipatory, <>

J'on grins. "I know. I can't tell if I'm looking forward to it or so 
nervous I could wet my pants like a babe."

Linneth> Sayra scuffs her boots along the ground as she approaches. 
"Oh, pretty well, I suppose."

Siara backs away, still watching J'nyx with intense curiousity.
Siara heads south to the main entrance.
Linneth> Siara ambles in from the northern part of the bowl.
Linneth> Siara wanders back and goes over to Ranth, joining him in 
watching Fironth. "Hi," she says to the others.

Linneth> Kyliven nods towards Siara. "'Lo, Siara. How's Ranth?" She 
glances up at the sun, then explodes into, "Shells! I never /did/ get 
lunch. Umm... I'll be right back, alright?" She gives the other riders 
a quick smile, then trots into the Living Caverns.
Linneth> Kyliven heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's 
Living Cavern.

Linneth> Ayla walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Linneth> Ayla heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living 
Cavern.

Linneth> Siara watches Kyliven disappear, before she can answer and 
then looks at Ranth, "I know," she agrees quietly to him.

Linneth> Laurene pulls herself away from Idrelth's distraction. She 
blinks, "Siara! I didn't see you arrive."

Linneth> R'vyl nods to Siara. "Hello," he says, greeting with belated 
inanity.

Linneth> Laurene wrinkles her nose a bit and nods, "No, I guess not." 
She glances over at Idrelth, then at Fironth. After a moment, she says, 
"I asked Macami to stay."

Linneth> Kyliven walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Linneth> Kyliven trots outside, hands full of fishrolls, a sandwich, 
and cookies, with another cookie stuffed in her mouth. She grins 
sheepishly at the other riders, then offers the cookies around with a 
muffled, "Mmmph?"

Linneth> Siara nods to Laurene, "I thought you would." She smiles. 
"That's good." She waves to Kyliven, grinning. "Excited?"

Linneth> Sayra brightens and snags one of Kyliven's cookies. "Mmm. 
Lunch."

IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Leventh emerges from Between with a 
blast of cold air!

Linneth> R'vyl smiles slightly but shakes his head and Kyliven's 
incoherant offer. "No thanks."

Linneth> Eosith merely sighs again from his comfortable looking spot 
near Linneth's side.

Linneth> Linneth is looking a bit grumpy herself, since she's not the 
center of attention.

Linneth> Laurene watches Eosith. "Has he laid claim to all the greens 
from our Clutch, Kyli?" She grins.

Linneth> Fironth twitches again in her sleep. The tail lashes angrily.

IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Leventh furls his wings slightly.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh glides down lower into the 
Bowl.

Linneth> Ranth gazes at Fironth's tail and gives a low, yearning rumble.

Linneth> Vilyath merely watches, eyes whirling in a distracted fashion.

Linneth> Kyliven gasps in relief as she finally gets a hand free to 
remove the cookie from her mouth. "Nah," she grins at Laurene. "Not 
really. He's been trying to get a green to pay attention to him for the 
last few seven-days, and now that Linneth's finally deigned to pay 
attention to him, Fironth gets proddy. Ironic, I think."

Linneth> Ilmarith's gaze seems to intensify as Fironth moves, his 
stillness becoming that much more intently still, his eyes whirling 
slightly faster.

J'nyx gets to his feet. "She's getting restless." His face has drained 
of all colour.

Just overhead, Leventh glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh glides down cautiously.

Linneth> Laurene laughs, "Seems to be the way of things around here." 
She looks over at her brown, "I predict that he'll have a lot of 
explaining to do to Cyrath."

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh lands just below you in the Center 
of the Igen Weyr Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Leventh backwings to land neatly.

IgenW-Bowl> K'dar hops down Leventh's side to the ground, using his 
foreleg as a step.

Linneth> Siara looks at the competition thoughtfully, and says 
deliberately, "I hope your lifemates don't get hurt."

Linneth> Sayra looks sidelong at Siara, and then studiously ignores 
her.

J'on stands with J'nyx. "Blood, my friend. Think blood."

Linneth> Siara catches Sayra's gaze and grins at her. "Ranth and I 
have been doing rather well lately, you know," she notes, for all that 
her figure would seem to make it impossible, she manages to look as if 
she's showing off her virility, as much as Ranth.

Linneth> Kyliven grins at Laurene's quip, then shakes her head again 
at Eosith's plight. "J'on was giving J'nyx the 'Why you don't take a 
proddy dragon from her Weyr' talk, last time I saw him. I wonder if 
either of -them- have had lunch?"

J'nyx gives a last gulp, squeezes J'on's hand wordlessly and walks 
back towards the Bowl

Linneth> Siara overhears Kyliven, "I just saw them. J'on was talking 
about blood and relaxing and stuff like that."

J'on follows behind, determined to be a reassuring presence.

Linneth> Sayra harrrumphs as she scuffs herself farther away, her 
only reply to Siara's brag.

J'nyx heads south to the main entrance.
Linneth> J'nyx ambles in from the northern part of the bowl.

You head south to the main entrance.

Siara grins and waves to J'on, just looking warily at J'nyx.

K'dar walks over from the center of the bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> K'dar heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr.

J'on gives Kyliven an unobtrusive thumb's up.

Kineth peers at all that seems to be going on in the bowl today

Laurene's gaze picks out J'nyx as he returns, expression thoughtful.

K'dar nods politely to all, eyes searching for the knots of rank. 
"Telgar's duties to Igen and her queens," he offers

Kyliven grins back at J'on, waving a cookie at him. "Hey, you. Want a 
fishroll? I brought an extra, if you want it."

Fironth gives a shiver. One iridescent eye flips open, then the 
other. Raising her head she gives what can only be described as a 
growl of absolute rage, eyes whirling madly.

Siara waves cheerfully to K'dar, "Nice to see you again!" she declares.

Sayra looks up and nods to the Telgar rider. "And Igen's to Telgar and 
her queens," she offers.

J'on calls "Igen's duties!" but he doesn't get any more than that out 
before Fironth moves. Linneth blinks open her eyes, startled at her 
clutchmate's uncharacteristic noise.

Idrelth's tail lashes slowly, as he watches Fironth. He gives no 
visible reaction to her growl.

Ranth still has his attention fixed on Fironth and he croons at her 
growl, as if to say, "Isn't she cute?"

Leventh walks over from the center of the bowl.

Eosith's head whips around, all thoughts of Linneth's loveliness 
driven from his head. He stares at his clutchmate in sheer amazement, 
the presence of the other males slowly intruding itself into his 
awareness.

Leventh follows his rider in, not to miss out on all the excitement. 
His eyes fall on Fironth at the same time as his rider's, and the 
brown's appreciative rumble very nearly drowns out K'dar's resigned 
sigh. "And you, Siara," the brownrider replies ruefully. "We /have/ 
to stop meeting like this."

Kineth wakes up finally to the green loveliness of Fironth. He looks 
almost ashamed of his slowness as he gives a low, fruity croon.

Ilmarith flicks his tail once in response to Fironth's growl, but
 otherwise remains still, staring.

Siara laughs and nods to K'dar, coyly, "We shouldn't wait for our 
dragons to be chasing."

Laurene shivers a bit, and rubs her arms with her hands, watching 
Idrelth watching Fironth.

J'nyx moves towards Fironth - but the fear has gone from his face. 
The colour has flooded back to his cheeks and there's a strange 
expression in his eyes. He says something inaudible to the green - 
who reacts to it with even more anger if such a thing was possible, 
and rears to her hind legs, bugling loud enough to wake the dead - or 
at least wake everyone in the Weyr who might be trying to sleep.

Kyliven's hand stops in mid-fishroll-offering. "Ahhh...?"

Sayra winces faintly.

Laurene casts a glance towards Siara, "Will they just know when to 
start blooding," she asks, in a soft voice.

J'on makes his way back to J'nyx's side. Though never having felt a 
flight firsthand, he's seen enough to know what's needed. "Don't touch 
her, J'nyx. Let her call challenge." Whether his words are heard or 
not, he's not going to leave.

Siara turns from K'dar, seductions of this sort being pushed aside by 
a more urgent need. She nods to Laurene, "He'll know. You'll have to 
keep up with /him/. "

Linneth> I bespoke Cyrath with << Well. SHE is certainly in a bad 
mood today. >>

Kineth looks at the green, still in admiration, though not at all 
shocked by the antics...they are common enough.

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath rumbels, sleepily, << My rider? 
No she is just grumpy. >>

Linneth> I bespoke Cyrath with << I mean our sister. Listen to her 
yell. Hmmph. >>

Indeed, Idrelth exhibits a great amount of patience. His gaze, 
whirling with the beginning streams of purple lust, watches Fironth 
and her challenges. A soft rumble comes from him, in a different 
dragon, it could be called a croon.

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << Oh... she's acting like 
Urieth before she went and flew around the bowl till Thoth caught 
her. >>

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth knows, but it's so...
undignified.

Siara takes a deep breath, head still clear enough to say to 
Laurene, and Kyliven if she's listening, "You have to try to keep 
them from getting too excited to fly well. Fironth will try all 
sorts of tricks to distract them and make them go the wrong way. 
You have to help them win by not letting them be distracted like 
that."

Linneth moves over toward the far wall. SHE wants her beauty sleep.

K'dar doesn't seem to mind Siara's distraction. As he unfastens his 
jacket in preparation for several candlemarks in Igen, his only 
comfort seems to be that Shayne hasn't caught up to him yet. 
Leventh, meanwhile, casually moves to better display a large expanse 
of toned brown hide as he waits for the start

Sayra looks over at Siara and frowns slightly. "If you /want/ them 
to win," she adds. "It's not a given."

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath thinks about that, << Well she's 
different. Always has been. >>

Kyliven nods slowly, not much able to process the information given 
by the more experienced Siara. Not now, anyway.

Eosith half-raises onto his haunches, letting the once-object of 
his affection move away.

Siara blinks and looks at Sayra, "Of course they want to win. They 
want their dragons to be happy. Who wouldn't?"

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth wonders if there is sun on your 
ledge.

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath blinks, mentally, << You have not 
been to my ledge? There is always sun here in the afternoon. >>

K'dar nods in agreement with Siara. "Losing a flight is one of the 
most miserable experiences for _both_ of you that you'll ever find"

Linneth> You spring into the air of the Bowl.
Linneth tenses, then springs upwards.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Linneth catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

R'vyl shoots a glance at Siara and her explanations, then turns to 
stare at Ilmarith, watching the blue's now steadily moving tail as 
it flicks back and forth with metronome-like precision. Ilmarith's 
gaze never leaves Fironth, though his muscles are tensing under 
smooth hide.

Linneth> Cyrath's Ledge
Linneth> Contents:
Linneth> Sarai
Linneth> Cyrath
Linneth> Obvious exits:
Linneth> Inner Weyr  
Linneth> The wind ripples acrss you as you land on Cyrath's Ladge.

Sayra merely folds her arms across her chest and regards Siara with 
a faintly sardonic expression. "Of /course/," she replies. "Who 
wouldn't?" she continues in a sarcastic tone and turns away.

Kyliven sidesteps towards J'on, her eyes, like Eosith's, fixed on 
Fironth's form.

Linneth> Sarai is standing on Cyrath's foreleg, dutifully 
scritched. "Linneth...? Um.. Hi..."

J'on glances up as Linneth takes off, looking concerned until he 
sees where she's going. Then he relaxes.

Laurene's mouth twists a bit, but she doesn't comment. Idrelth, now, 
rises to a ready crouch, the apparently whirling of his gaze going a 
bit faster. His wings rustle, slightly.

Linneth> Linneth lands with a moderately courteous croon.
Linneth> I bespoke Cyrath with << May I sun with you, then? It is 
noisy and crowded down here. >>

Idrelth pulls his wings in, then springs into the air.

Linneth> Cyrath croons happily, not even having to move to leave 
LInneth room to sun.

Idrelth tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Idrelth catches an updraft to glide 
into the air of the Bowl.

Siara loses interest in the conversation around her and she turns 
sharply as Ranth takes off for the feeding grounds.

Laurene blinks after Idrelth.

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << Of course you may. >>

Ranth tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Ranth catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

Linneth> From the sky above, Idrelth swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

Linneth> From the sky above, Ranth swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.

Eosith tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Eosith catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.
Linneth> From the sky above, Eosith swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Eosith swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

Kineth tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Kineth catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

Leventh pauses a beat or two to take his direction from the others, 
then leaps into the air

Linneth> From the sky above, Kineth swoops to the feeding grounds 
to the southwest.

Leventh tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Leventh catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

Linneth> Sarai blinks a bit and watches the dragons... "Oh... she 
rose..."

Vilyath tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Vilyath catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.
Linneth> From the sky above, Vilyath swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Vilyath swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vilyath backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

Linneth> From the sky above, Leventh swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

Ilmarith explodes into motion, following the others.
Ilmarith tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Ilmarith catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.
Linneth> From the sky above, Ilmarith swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ilmarith swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ilmarith backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

Linneth> Linneth cuddles up by Cyrath, her much smaller form not 
crowding the ledge at all.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth comes down hard on the 
back of a herdbeast, killing it instantly. A loud roar comes from his 
muzzle as the other males descend, then he lowers it to rend the beast. 
Only his rider's control keeps him from doing more than blooding.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith tucks his wings and makes a 
screaming landing in the feeding grounds. Hunching over, he hisses at 
the other males, his eyes beginning to take on more than a touch of 
lustful purple.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth lands with a bugle of 
excitement and skims over the herd running wildly in the pen. pouncing 
on a fine, fat beast, joyfully, rending the flesh in his jaws, savoring 
the spurt of hot blood.

J'nyx watches the male dragons take off, with what can only be 
described as a strange grin on his face, half smile, half snarl. 
Raising his head he murmurs. "No love, they won't." and with that the 
green takes to the air.

Linneth> Cyrath flicks her wings back, Sarai ducking reflexivly. "Came 
for the sun, Linneth?"

Fironth tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Fironth catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

Laurene goes pale, gaze turned towards the feeding grounds. A fine 
trembling runs through her frame at the effort to keep things with 
Idrelth on an even keel.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vilyath circles once and swoops 
down on a panicing herdbeast with an economy of motion and energy, 
snapping its neck as he lifts it off the ground, wings laboring.

Kyliven's fingers open convulsively, the food within them falling, 
unheeded, to the floor of the bowl. She swallows.

J'on grabs J'nyx's arm. "Come on! Blood only! Remember! Blood only!" 
His voice rasies to a shout as he sees that smile on his friend.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth launches himself into the 
air with a loud rumble, eyes whirling for a second after the beautiful 
green. Then his other hunger takes over as he scans the ground for 
herdbeasts. Target chosen, he closes his wings slightly to fall down 
swiftly, breaking his prey's back. The hot blood drips from his muzzle, 
staining it scarlet.

Sayra uncrosses her arms and stuffs her hands in her pockets, looking 
over at J'on and J'nyx in a distractedly concerned fasion.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh circles, taking his time 
to find just the right beast... there! The poor beast hardly even sees 
him coming, diving out of the sun - the bovine's head jerks upright at 
the last moment as the shadow falls, then drops with the impact of the 
dragon, never to raise itself again

Linneth> From the sky above, Fironth swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Fironth swoops to the feeding grounds to 
grounds neatly.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith hisses again, then springs 
after a bull, landing heavily on its hindquarters and breaking both 
legs. HIs muzzle dives deep into its belly, painting him a lurid red.

Siara sighs happily, glancing at J'nyx again, licking her lips as 
blood runs down Ranth's muzzle.

IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Qwenarth emerges from Between with a 
blast of cold air!
IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Qwenarth furls his wings slightly.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth glides down lower into 
the Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ilmarith soars down from above, 
silent and deadly, shadow racing along the ground below him. He 
simply watches as herdbeast scatter beneath him, seeming almost 
relaxed. Suddenly, his wings fold in and he dives downward, careening 
directly into an unlucky beast, knocking it over. Before it can regain 
it's feet, he is on tops of it, talons ripping into its neck with 
smooth precision.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth's second kill is drained 
and discard, his attention shifting towards Fironth as she arrives. 
Another loud roar comes from the brown, the purple of mating lust the 
most apparent color in his eyes now. Fine specks of red coat his brown 
hide.

Linneth> From the sky above, Qwenarth glides down cautiously.

Laurene's unseeing gaze turns towards J'nyx, as Idrelth's turns 
towards Fironth.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Qwenarth glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Qwenarth swoops to the feeding grounds to 
the southwest.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Qwenarth backwings to land in the 
grounds neatly.

J'nyx shakes his head suddenly as J'on's call snaps him back to 
himself. "Fironth!" The bellow from his lungs carries almost as far as 
the green's earlier cry. "BLOOD IT!" An answering scream of rage comes 
from the grounds.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Rylle thankfully runs a loving 
hand down Qwenarth's ruby-red muzzle after she slides easily down 
from his lowered neck and extended foreleg.
Rylle hops over the feeding grounds fence.

Sayra mutters something under her breath, most of her attention split 
between Vilyath's actions and J'nyx.

J'on affirms "That's it, that's it, control her. Blood only. It tastes 
better than meat. Blood only. You're doing it. Keep it up."

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith drinks deep of herdbeast, 
eyes glaring angrily, hungrily at Fironth as she arrives. No attention 
is spared for his rivals.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth Is a little distracted by 
Fironth, so his next kill is far from clean, blood and flesh spray over 
the ground as he guzzles with haste. Decorum is not needed here, just 
the quelling of appetite and the gaining of energy. Done, he shakes his 
blue and silver head, sending splashes flying around him, before once
more launching himself airborne.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Fironth has landed and struck once, 
not with her normal almost fanatical precision, but with a great raking 
blow that's laid the buck's side open. J'nyx's call arrives just in 
time to stop her eating from the steaming entrails, and crying her 
anger, she fastens her teeth on the buck's throat and suckles hungrily, 
hissing at a male dragon who gets too near.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth flings lumps of herdbeast 
flesh about, too excited to be neat, especially at that terribly 
seductive cry of rage from Fironth, and then seizes the next beast, 
messily tearing out the throat, impatient. He tries to push towards a 
spot where Fironth can see him, see the great strenght and passion 
with which he makes the kill, seeking to excite her with his own 
desire.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth settles down, at the 
ready. His gaze fixes on Fironth, watching her movements, waiting for 
her to take to the air. His wings spread for a moment, buffetting the 
air before he settles down again, waiting. Wanting.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh drains the last drops of 
precious energy from the bovine crumpled beneath his feet, then lowers 
his head in obeisance to the newly arrived green. Honors are short, 
though, for time presses - within moments, he launches himself to bring 
down another herdbeast, and again loses himself in drinking

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ilmarith dips his head down, neck 
curving, snakelike, his jaws closing around the herdbeast neck, 
capturing the splurting blood released by his talons' slashes, gulping 
it down with apparent relish, then looking up to stare at Fironth, 
creating stillness around him for a bare moment, then leaping into the 
air again in preparation for a second kill.

Elen rushes out from the infirmary, in a bit of a tizz, a wet cloth 
still dripping in one hand.

Rylle whipes her palms on her hips as she emerges from the Weyr now 
complete with her duties. A smirk is afforded towards J'nyx as her 
lifemate begins to pay to the Igen green.

Laurene shivers again, despite the heat of Igen. She sways where she 
stands, attention never leaving J'nyx.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith abandons his first carcass 
to spring into the air, circling the grounds before landing near an 
older blue. He steals the other's intended kill, with a derogatory 
bugle, killing it with a blow to the neck to send blood spraying all 
over the grounds.

Siara stares at J'nyx, "...can't wait..." she whispers.

Kyliven's fingers flex and clench, her head tossing proudly in echo of 
her absent lifemate. "Blood," she murmurs.

Linneth> Linneth stretches in the sun and is soon dozing, the sound 
from below muffled somwhat here.

J'nyx has his eyes half shut, swaying on his feet. His tongue flickers 
over his own lips, licking off phantom blood. "Blood it..." his whisper 
barely audible.

Sayra's attention spares one glance at Siara before looking back out 
at the feeding grounds, unworried and unruffled.

Linneth> Sarai shakes her head at the dragons and hops off Cyrath's 
leg,"I'll be back..." She walks into the inner weyr...

Linneth> Sarai brushes aside the faded woven tapestry, walking into 
the Inner Weyr.

Elen is obviously in a bit of a rush, many strange and quite frankly 
expressive oathes are uttered as she runs up to near where the 'crowd' 
is. In her haste droplet of water are sent over everyone.

Siara spares a glance for Kyliven, before being swept back up into 
Ranth's thoughts, "It's good isn't it?" she mutters to her, and then 
her eyes fall back to J'nyx,hungrily.

Sarai walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

K'dar remains quiet, aloof on the edge of the group of Igenites. The 
tenseness which earlier indicated his wary search for Shayne has 
vanished now, submerged in the flight's inexorable tide of desire

Sarai blinks as she walks out. Oh. Yup.

Kyliven is half-herself, half-blue lifemate. She shifts her attention 
from the feeding grounds and the glowing Fironth to J'nyx, staring 
blankly at each.

J'on keeps a hand on J'nyx but lets his audible encouragement stop for 
the moment. He spares a glance to the pens before returning his gaze 
to the other greenrider.

R'vyl shudders slightly and shifts position abruptly, posture almost 
impossible tense, eyes wide, staring at nothing.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Fironth has killed again - and 
again been compelled to drink only...but she's fighting less now. 
Dropping her second buck, she eyes round at her onlookers, screams her 
scorn for them, and then her attention goes upward. How /dare/ the sun 
fly higher than she's ever been...and with that shriek she's airborne.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Fironth leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith flares his wings just as 
Fironth launches, and without a second thought for his half-drained 
prey, he is after her, wings snapping out to catch and tame the desert 
winds.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth swoops higher up into the 
Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ilmarith dives down, targetting 
another herdbeast beneath widespread wings, darting sideways as the 
beast tries futilely to escape, then coming down, capturing it between 
long curving talons, soaring upward just a bit and letting the beast 
fall, then diving after it, settling down beside the paralyzed beast 
and sinking already bloody teeth into a neck skewed by the fall and 
sucking blood eagerly, only to release his kill and leap into the air 
after Fironth.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Eosith leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Idrelth leaps into the air!
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth swoops higher up into the 
Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ilmarith leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vilyath bugles and follows 
Fironth, straight up.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vilyath leaps into the air!

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Eosith swoops higher up into the 
Bowl.

Rylle licks her dry lips, her large eyes now piercing the tanned 
face of J'nyx.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith swoops higher up into 
the Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth swoops higher up into the 
Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vilyath swoops higher up into the 
Bowl.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh swoops higher up into the 
Bowl.

J'on watches the green arrow dart upward and drops his hand from 
J'nyx's arm.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth sees the green fly off 
with speed into the air and gives a loud warble of desire, racing 
upwards to follow the prize.
IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth leaps into the air!
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth swoops higher up into 
the Bowl.

J'nyx turns away suddenly and stumbling blindly is headed for the 
guest weyr, the last of his weyrling training still there.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth gives a roaring cry, 
wings moving in powerful strokes to send him after the fleeing green. 
He ignores completely the other males for now.

J'nyx heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

K'dar heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Qwenarth flings a freshly 
blooded wherry to the side with a loud snap as it's neck hits the 
ground. With a rush of thundering air, the brown launches himself 
skyward after the glowing green.

IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Qwenarth leaps into the air!
Kyliven's attention flies after the green, now, whispering, "Catch 
her!" -- to herself, or to Eosith? J'nyx's departure sends an 
answering impulse to her own feet, and she follows after.

Laurene heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth swoops higher up into 
the Bowl.

Kyliven heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

Elen leaves, well throws the wet cloth, which could land anywhere 
and runs off, slightly out of breath to the Guest weyr.
Elen heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

R'vyl heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

Rylle heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth takes to the air instantly, 
leaving the messily slaughtered herdbeast far behind, and follows 
Fironth at a distance, taking his time to enjoy sizing her up and 
planning his strategy for winning her.

Sayra heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

Siara heads up the steps to the guest weyr.

Sarai watches all the riders bolt to the guest weyr and shakes her 
head. "Probably going to be like that for mine too..."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth with another scream and 
downbeat of powerful wings, throws herself at the sky as though the 
glowing sun was the enemy shes been seeking all her life. Strong 
downbeats send her climbing faster, arching up and over the rim of 
the Bowl and out towards the open sky, glorying in the wind under her 
wings and the light on her back, and the knowledge that /no/ dragon on 
Pern is faster that she at this moment - desert bred in the desert sky.

J'on watches numbly as the dragons fly upward. Numbly, or in his own 
kind of denial? "I don't know. I know Linneth isn't close to rising, or 
I'd have felt it."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Eosith darts after Fironth's form, 
tiny size enabling him to thread through the larger blues and browns, 
skating to one side of the pack. Calling out a sweet compliment, he 
darts after the green, winds whistling past his wings.

Sarai walks around the last few staggaring of riders to J'on. 
"Linneth's sleeping on my ledge..."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth opens his wings fully, 
allowing the air currents to help him gain height and not lose speed. 
He turns his head just a touch to see who chases with him, and then 
returns his gaze to the glowing green that has gained his affection 
and adoration.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh chases after the green, 
appearing to be borne aloft with the rising pitch of his bugle of 
challenge. His eyes follow Fironth's startling ascent, but he remains 
a distance behind, sticking to the middle of the pack. He is deeply 
unwilling to lose that enchantingly beautiful green to the vagaries of 
unfamiliar airspace.

J'on tears his eyes away and nods. "I know, I saw her go."

Sarai regards the greenrider, "You okay?"

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth lifts well proportioned 
wings and catches the air currents that will take him swiftly past the 
familiar landmark of the rim, swirling red eyes on Fironth's glowing 
hide, letting out a bugle meant to persuade, seduce, influence the
young female, to allow him his way with her.

J'on nods slowly. "Just seeing my future, and trying to deal with it 
in my own way. You?"

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth croons against the desert 
winds as he sails out into the open sky after the quicksilver green. 
His wings beat in full rhythmic rows, membranes skirting over the 
breezes.

Sarai looks up at the dragons, "I guess so... People keep telling me 
it'll be different for me tho." Like that makes her feel any better.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth's roars of earlier have 
subsided now, leaving only the silent determination of this young 
brown. He does not try to follow any quick darting paths, trusting on 
steady effort and attention to gain his goal for him.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vilyath sweeps easily, 12 Turns of 
experience with Igen's tricky thermals and currents standing him in 
good stead as he wings his way after Fironth, attention focused on the 
lovely, glowing green.

J'on smiles softly. Maybe it's the resonance of the flight, but 
there's an odd light in his eyes. "Different how? She'll fly, and so 
will you."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth has found a thermal 
rising above the hot desert sands and, glittering jade wings spread, 
is using it to maintain the greater height, her mocking call to the 
males in her wake now tinged with what can only be called amusement. A 
leisurely sweep round to the west as though she was merely out to 
stretch her wings - then a sudden feint and shes headed arrow straight 
towards the deeper desert.

Sarai keeps her eyes on the skies, "Sure, there's that to look forward 
too, but Celie said it'd be.. more intense..."

You say "Probably. And it'll affect everyone in the weyr in some way. 
But different? No."

Sarai looks at J'on, "Now... doesn't that /make/ it different? I mean 
different from a greenflight..."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith soars upward after the 
glowing green, wings beating strongly, with urgent quickness as he 
follows, his neck a line, an arrow, pointed directly at Fironth, tail 
slightly curved behind him, directing him through the pack to a 
strategic position at the edge, following in the wake of a larger 
brown. As Fironth changes direction, he does as well, quicker than the 
brown, pulling out in front of him, but staying with the pack, though 
at the egde.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth flies with some grace, 
moving with a soft intensity that is not unlike his rider's gaze. 
Sweeping about the thermal's he, after all these turns, knows only 
too well, he tries not to look too confident, not wanting the green to 
show him a lesson or two!

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth does not mirror the green's 
movements, instead letting his strong wings carry his larger frame 
through the air above the desert. He watches her movements, fixated, 
letting her determine her path before he pushes to follow after. Still 
silent, he moves inevitably after the glowing green prize that rushes 
ahead.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Eosith screams once after Fironth's 
form, enticing, then settles into a steady chase. Her feint is 
followed, briefly, then he straightens again, the jostling of another 
blue sending him into a shallow dive into clearer airspace.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh turns into the thermal, 
too, but there his slavish following of the green's flight-path comes 
to an abrupt end. After two or three upward turns, the brown _lowers_ 
his nose - because of the rising air, he maintains his altitude, but 
he shoots forth from the thermal - and after the green - with an 
arrow-like burst of speed

You say "I think it's just degree. It's like getting fitted for boots 
or slippers. Different, or no?"

Sarai grins at J'on, "How come you always make me feel better?"

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth bugles back the glowing 
green's challenge, unfurling the stained glass wing membranes against 
the Igen sun as he pursues at a lower altitude out across the desert 
sands. Rather than climbing upward, he sails across in a calculated 
move. She'll have to come down sometime.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth keeps a good several dragon 
lengths between himself and Fironth, relying for now on his powerful 
muscles to bring him high enough over the desert, not yet seeking the 
extra lift a thermal current will give him, his agitated crimson eyes 
staying fixed on the sheen of Fironth's hide. His distance gives him 
time to react when she turns swiftly,capricious young thing that she 
is and not yet, willing to admit to herself how much she wants this, 
his fond yet demanding bugle communicates. Reaching the desired height, 
he pulls in his wings to turn after her, not swaying one bit from the 
course she sets.

You say "I'm a weyrbrat. I've seen these all my life. I remember 
Mother when Ladonyth rose when I was five or so. And I've seen 
greenflights that made Mother's look pale, from my point of view."

Sarai thinks abotu that, "I think.. before here I only saw one 
greenflight I can remember..."

You say "And that Tabith's, right?"

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth seems for a moment to be 
trying to climb even higher - then suddenly, capriciously, she folds 
wings and plummets. A shaft of green lightning heading for the earth 
below, travelling at a speed that it seems impossible that she'll pull 
out of the dive in time to avoid crashing on the desert floor below - 
then at the last minute she levels out and seems to skim merely a few 
feet from the ground, close enough to raise clouds of sand before 
rapidly climbing again. The mocking bugle floats back with a definite 
hint of 'Beat that!' in the tone.

Sarai nods, "Yeah, cept Master Leara snatched me outta there real 
fast...." Her features soften quiet a bit. Memory.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth is not going to waste /his/ 
precious energy on looking dashing and handsome infront of all the 
other males, instead he folds his wings slightly, and curves downwards 
at first then up again in a slow arc, gracfully having remained on 
Fironth's flight path, with no extra flamboyance and alot of calmness.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth's own plummet is controlled, 
his heavy body carrying him down towards the green. His wings snap 
open a few moments before Fironth's do, leveling himself out a bit 
higher than the green. Determination. Desire. Destiny.

J'on chuckles, a breeze ruffling his hair slightly. "I bet she did. 
S'not as if green flights'll spoil you or anything, but they sure act 
like it.."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vilyath watches Fironth's dive 
and merely swings in a wide circle far above, knowing she has to 
return to the heights sooner of later. He conserves his energy, wings 
still sweeping stringly.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh watches the green descend, 
crooning with admiration of Fironth's agility. Admiration is not the 
same as imitation, though - the Telgari brown descends more sedately, 
levelling off half a length above the desert floor, hoarding the 
speed he has gained from the thermal and the descent

Sarai eehs and pushes one booted toe into the sand, "That- Oh avian 
poop. Master Leara /really/ doesn't like dragons. They scare her, and 
you can't tell /anyone/ that."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Eosith's answer is to fold his 
wings, plunging towards the green with another of his screaming dives. 
No need to show off for the -males-, not for him -- his wings snap out 
to break his fall bare dragonlengths above Fironth, not the desert.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth drops in the sky, bugling in 
return, loudly, admiringly, indulgently, as Fironth shows off her new 
found allure. He flies above her, shadowing her, never letting her 
get too far away, but always there, no matter which way she turns, he 
will be there, his wings or his tail, inescapable, and she will have 
what he knows she needs, once she's satisfied herself with these coy 
games.

You say "I've heard it. I don't understand it."

Sarai looks at J'on with soft green-gold eyes, "/I/ do..."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith beats upward, following, 
ever following the greenly glowing beacon. The dive catches him by 
surprise, and he is a bit late in following down, but when he does, 
his wings tuck in against a streamlined body and he slices through 
the air, heading directly down, wings unfolding with a snap to let him 
skim across the smooth desert sands, in the wake and the dust of 
Fironth. He beats upward, away from the choking sand, and upward again, 
momentarily loosing sight of Fironth in the midst of the other males 
surrounding him.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth bugles again with 
exuberance, a challneging cry emerging from his oddly colored rbuy 
muzzle. Sprinting forward with rowing wings, he finds his chance to 
make up lost ground. He knew that lovely green would have to come 
down sometime. He charges forward, his large facets saprking shades of 
deep violet, the green the only viewscape in his sites.

J'on almost reaches out but stops himself. "Yeah? I guess it's hard 
when you have a gold babysit you to comprehend. Can you explain it?" 
Never mind the bloody carnage in the pens, of course.

Sarai looks hesitant, "I can... but it's hard to understand. I mean, 
I remember Siraeth, J'cob's green, so I wasn't really scared of 
dragons. But Master Leara only saw 'em fighting trhead, and... that 
and something else scared her." Sarai exhales. "I'm really bad at 
explaining."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth is tiring a little, her 
pace is slowing. A glance over her shoulder shows those tiresome 
males still following. Hmm..and she abandons speed for guile - a 
breakneck turn that sends her shooting back straight through the 
middle of the pack, scattering them and heading back towards the Weyr.

J'on nods, for a moment lost in he memory of a huge gold head swaying 
above him as he played. "They're scary looking when they fight, and 
scarier when they blood, but then again, canines are much more 
capricious when ill-trained, and not nearly as intelligent."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth banks, as the green that is 
his goal is abruptly head /at/ him instead of a way. Not as 
maneuverable as the green, he nonetheless completes his turn in a 
timely fashion, pushing his wings to make up the difference.

Sarai grins, "Yeah, but canines aren't meters in length."

J'on blinks. That matters? "Makes it harder to hide from 'em."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vilyath turns so sharply that he 
nearly goes tail over snout, straightening himself out in a hurry and 
speeding after the fleeing green. He calls up those reserves of energy 
he's been hoarding all along, straining to get ahead of the rest of 
the males.

Sarai nods. Of course size matters, "When you're used to looking at 
plowbeasts, as the largest animal, sure dragons scare people. Big, lots 
of teeth."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh is grateful for the space 
his caution gave him, banking left into a turn. For a moment it looks 
as if the brown has misjudged, and will plummet to the desert below, 
but then his strategy becomes apparent. At Fironth's level he rolls 
level, aligned again with the chasing green. As she begins to flag, he 
abandons conservatism, pushing all-out to catch her up

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Eosith wheels, his size enabling him 
to turn nearly on a wingtip as Fironth darts past. Eeling past a large, 
clumsy brown, he spares a moment to look back in derision before 
turning yet again to Fironth. He remains silent, not wishing to ruin 
his chances with the green, nor yet ruin what stamina he has left. He 
is tiring, so therefore she must be tiring too. Yet he pushes after, 
always ever after.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth warbles in tender admiration 
of such spirit, letting Fironth's rush toss him aside, not thrown off 
as much as the heavier, large males might be, and then banks neatly 
and swiftly to make the turn. A glance at the pack around him, the 
first time he's truly looked away from Fironth to notice them, turns 
his bugle menacing. He's the one that's been following this sweet 
young innocent, he's the one who's been gently seducing her with his 
croons and his chase and his fine, broad wings, and he's the one who 
will have her and show her what it is to be a green! Furiously, he 
picks up his speed to dive between other males, aiming for the head of 
the pack.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith flicks wings upward and 
twists his neck back in startlement as Fironth, no longer lost to 
sight, comes toward and beneath him. Diving down and around, picking 
up speed in the downward motion and keeping it with strong wings 
slicing through heavy, heated air, pulling him back upward again, he 
makes the turn and is heading back after Fironth, keeping directly 
behind her.

You say "Well, yes....Sarai?"

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth loops around expertly as 
the sly little green sets on a collision course through the pursuers. 
He roars emphatically as a smaller blue nearly broadsides him, but 
the blue is none-the less quickly forgotten as he again forges 
onward, back towards the Weyr in this game of chase. His wings again 
fill with mighty bursts of air, now closing in a little better towards 
the tiring green.

Sarai blinks and looks at J'on, "Yeah?"

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth can almost feel the green 
slide easily past his own silvery hide. If he has he time perhaps he 
would shiver in anticipation of the female's hide near his own. He is 
still calm, even in hotblooded persuit, and twiste back on himself 
just as he would fighting thread, tail balancing out his lithe frame. 
Flicking that tail he scoots forward, no calling out for fear of 
telling that canny green where he may be.

J'on blushes slightly. "Anyone ever tell you you're pretty?"

Linneth> Linneth croooooons softly, sleepily.

Linneth> Cyrath rumbles a laugh.

Sarai's eyes blink and she frowns a little bit. "Umm..." The slow 
blush creeps right up her neck, "Actualy... no..."

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth is VERY pleased.

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << And we didn't even need to 
drop them in the lake... >>

J'on reaches out to cup your chin, slowly enough you can back away 
if you want.

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth thinks we should do that anyway. 
It STILL sounds like fun.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth has her eyes fixed on the 
home Weyr,but shes losing ground still to her pursuers. One last 
defiant shriek, a cry denying the inevitable still and she tries one 
last time to rise higher - but the very effort involved in changing 
direction yet again has brought her within the reach of the male 
dragons on her tail. A desperate last few downbeats, but the gap is 
closing, closing...

Sarai looks up a little bit to see J'on's eyes, but she doesn't 
move. (Avian caught in the torchlight?)

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth's patience is rewarded! 
An opening, finally! As the green both slows and climbs, he angles 
his flight path down towards hers, attempting to make an interception. 
Still silent, still determined, he moves, ignorant of the others 
around him. Only the green exists. Only Fironth matters.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh glides over the sand, dark 
like a cloud's shadow flowing over the desert below. As Fironth 
falters, the brown begins to croon reassuringly - he has the strength 
to carry her home, and he can even remember which way her home is 
from here. As she climbs, he rises more slowly, attempting to come up 
beneath the green and bear her away

J'on's eyes are gentle, almost the color of Linneth's hide at the 
moment. He gently cups your chin and says very softly "You are, more 
every day. And I won't be the last to tell you."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth bugles in anticipation, 
seeing that the green he so desires, the green he has lavished his 
attentions on all this long flight, is about to give in, about to let 
him take her on a flight beyond her imagining, and he confidently 
moves forward with long, smooth strokes of his wings, to overtake her, 
reaching out over the lovliness of her hide that he longs to carress, 
to awaken, to learn every nuance of.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Eosith swings wide after the 
abrupt change of direction, closing in on Fironth from the side even 
as his wings beat slower, slower, more slowly still. A quick lashing 
out of one hind foot and the muzzle of an older brown drips ichor, 
Eosith using his minor triumph here as impetus for another triumph
/there/. Springing forward even as if he pushed himself off the brown, 
he launches himself at Fironth in a last attempt to entangle his wings 
with hers.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth loves the sight of an green 
tail getting closer, even if he would only admit it under pressure. He 
does one or two moves shifts, neeing to be free of some of the more 
fervent chasers, and then uses the last drop of Beast's blood within 
him to surge through a gap. Eyes fix upon her, passionate and as 
glowing as the desert sand during dawn. He is also still and silent, 
wanting still to be a surprise for the lovely female.

Sarai's jaw works a little bit and she manages to stammer out, "I- 
I'm glad you were the first."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vilyath uses his smaller size to 
duck past a brown dragon, darting through an almost impossibly small 
space to close some of the distance between himself and Fironth. His 
wings beat as strong as ever, but now with more effort than before as 
he duck under another dragon to come near to the object of his focused 
attention.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth closes in on the desert 
green, soaring up past a tiring blue to meet her last desperate attempt 
to climb. Simultaneously, with a soothing croon usually uncharacteristic 
of such a large beast, the sepia brown stretches out his long, sinuous 
tail in a coaxing attempt as he tries to slither by the tiring green. 
Although winded, his stained glass wings keep him aloft, a solace in 
these tiring desert breezes.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith skims after Fironth, in 
moving upward after her also going slightly to the side, seeking an 
opening amidst the suddenly closing in of the other males, neck 
stretching eagerly toward Fironth.

J'on strokes your cheek with one finger softly, not speaking.

Linneth> Linneth is almost humming unconsciously.

Sarai's poor little brain just clicks to how that really sounds and 
she finds yet another shade of red to go to. "Ohh... fardles.. I 
didn't mean- I mean I do- but... Oh....fardles," she concluses, 
lamely..

J'on says softly "I know what you meant. You don't have to be 
embarrassed."

Sarai sighs, "I don't think you do tho..."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Fironth twists desperately to one 
side to avoid a brown who's almost fouled her wings - but the twist 
has yet itself brought her within the grasp of another of her lovers...
and then her world turns azure as she finds herself ensnared by 
Ranth's great wings, two become one, and in being conquered, she's 
yet found a victory...the defiant screams have melted to the softness 
of a croon, and the question that she didn't even know she'd been 
asking all the time has found an answer.

J'on leans forward and brushes a kiss across your forehead. "Yes, 
Sarai. I do."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Eosith screams in frustration as 
he veers off, heading disconsolately back towards his Weyr, and 
comfort.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth falls away, misery and 
frustration coming off him in waves.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth bugles triumphantly and 
then turns all of his attention to Fironth, tender now that the 
victory is won!

Linneth> From the sky above, Leventh glides down cautiously.
Linneth> From the sky above, Idrelth flies carefully towards the main 
entrance.
Idrelth lands carefully.

Linneth> From the sky above, Kineth glides down cautiously.

Laurene walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

K'dar walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

Linneth> From the sky above, Leventh flies carefully towards the main 
entrance.
Leventh lands carefully.

Sarai's jaw works... Okay... he does. "I- Um... J'on-" Sarai blinks 
suddenly at the influx of people...

J'on is VERY close to Sarai. It might be considered too close..if you 
weren't too distracted to notice.

Linneth> From the sky above, Eosith glides down cautiously.

Laurene comes stumbling from the living caverns, harsh sobs pushing 
through her frame. She collapses against Idrelth's heaving sides, the 
brown's own misery and disappointment palpable.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Qwenarth veers off, swooping 
downward with a shriek as Ranth makes his catch.

Linneth> From the sky above, Eosith glides over to the training field.

Linneth> From the sky above, Qwenarth glides down cautiously.

J'on drops his gaze and steps back a pace, murmuring something under 
his breath that might be a curse.

K'dar leans against Leventh's shoulder for a long moment, murmuring 
soothingly to the brown, who looks about as miserable as a snout can 
get

Linneth> From the sky above, Vilyath glides down cautiously.
Linneth> From the sky above, Vilyath flies carefully towards the 
main entrance.
Vilyath lands carefully.

Dragon> Cyrath bespoke Linneth with << Oh Enough with that... >> she 
grumbles, << Riders... >>

Sarai looks at J'on, blushing, but caught in the middle. Yes, no, yes 
no.... Sarai steps towards J'on

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith drops away, rumbling low 
disappointment but heading back to the weyr without a backward glance.
Linneth> From the sky above, Ilmarith glides down cautiously.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith wings lower into the Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ilmarith glides down cautiously.

Sayra walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

Linneth> From the sky above, Qwenarth wings to land at the Main Beach.

Linneth> From the sky above, Ilmarith lands just below you in the 
Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ilmarith lands just below you in the Center 
of the Igen Weyr Bowl.

K'dar vaults up onto Leventh's back, as the dragon rumbles softly.
On Leventh, K'dar doublechecks to ensure that his brown is up to the 
trip, then straps himself in. Distracted, he remembers to wave and - 
just before he lifts off - tosses a scroll addressed to the steward 
into the hands of a startled drudge

Leventh tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Leventh catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

R'vyl walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

J'on looks back at Sarai, then around at the crowd as the riders tend 
to their tired friends.

Linneth> From the sky above, Leventh disappears into Between.

Laurene pulls herself onto Idrelth's back, sending the exhausted brown 
into the sky again once she's barely settled.
Laurene moves with practiced ease, using Idrelth's straps, to take her 
place upon the brown's neck.

Idrelth tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Idrelth catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.
Linneth> From the sky above, Idrelth beats his wings powerfully.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth swoops higher up into the 
Bowl.
IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Idrelth angles up to a higher area 
of the southwestern bowl containing Idrelth's ledge.

R'vyl walks out from the tunnel, barely glancing around at the others 
as he makes his way toward the center of the bowl.
R'vyl walks over towards the center of the bowl.

Linneth> From the sky above, Ilmarith wings up from the Center of the 
Bowl.
Linneth> From the sky above, Ilmarith beats his wings powerfully.

Rylle walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ilmarith wings towards Ilmarith's 
ledge for a gentle landing.

Sarai mutters to J'on, "... sorta... bad..."
Sarai whispers "We've sorta got... bad timing."

J'on quirks a half-grin and nods to Sarai. He mutters to Sarai, "... 
else..?" 
Sarai senses "J'on quirks a half-grin and nods to Sarai. "Maybe..
somewhere else..?""

Sayra climbs onto Vilyath's extended foreleg and hauls herself up 
between his neckridges.

Vilyath tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth> From the sky above, Vilyath catches an updraft to glide into 
the air of the Bowl.

Sarai nods at J'on. She mutters to J'on, "My Weyr's close..." 
You sense Sarai nods at J'on. "My Weyr's close..."

Rylle breaks into a jog, rushing across the Bowl with urgency.
Rylle walks over towards the center of the bowl.

Linneth> From the sky above, Qwenarth wings higher into the air of the 
Bowl.
Linneth> From the sky above, Qwenarth disappears into Between.

Linneth> Cyrath senses that Linneth is very pleased with her rider. He 
can be coaxed to do the right thing on occasion.

Dragon> Linneth senses that Cyrath's rider is too stubborn for her own 
good.

Linneth> I bespoke Cyrath with << What is wrong with your rider? >>

J'on mutters to Sarai, "... And then... want... more..."
You whisper "Look...think it over? And then if you want to talk 
more..." to Sarai.
J'on seems reluctant to look away from Sarai, still.

Kyliven walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.

Sarai opens her mouth, closes it and nods at J'on. "I.. yeah...I can 
find you."

Kyliven nearly barrels into one side of the bowl entrance before 
finally seeming to see where she is. She glances around, blankly, her 
eyes only dimly registering the presence of her friends. "Sarai... 
J'on?"

J'on blinks and tears his gaze away from Sarai. "Ky? How's Eosith?" 
Asking if she's all right would be really stupid, he knows.

Kyliven says just one word, "Alone." Her feet carry her closer to the 
pair, though she doesn't seem to be controlling them.

Sarai sighs a bit, looking a touch flushed. "Hi," she manages to Kyli. 
A bit at a loss for words.

J'on nods. "Need help getting to him?"

Kyliven shakes her head, one arm swinging back and to one side to 
point. Eosith's location, apparently. The arm returns to join its mate 
in keeping Kyli in one place. "Wha... where's Linneth?" she forces out, 
with a bare nod for Sarai.

Sarai rocks on her heels, one of her many 'I'm uncomfortable' poses.

You say "She's dozing with Cyrath. Why?"
J'on wasn't expecting that question, apparently.

Kyliven runs one hand nervously across her other arm, then up to the 
shoulder and across to her neck before folding it back. "We... Eosith 
wants to know," she replies, unaware of the picture she's portraying. 
"Ranth won," she adds, perhaps unnecessarily, her eyes darting from 
J'on's face to Sarai's to her own booted feet, though they linger 
longest on J'on. It's painfully obvious that Eosith didn't win, 
anyway.

Sarai looks at Kyli and then J'on and then... she looks at Kyli a bit 
jealously.

J'on nods. "She hasn't come out to try to strip me, so I gathered 
she'd won." There's a wry note to his voice, but he sounds like he's 
speaking about experience.

Kyliven echoes J'on's nod, then takes a blind step backwards. "We... 
I... Elen had wine. And Siara has J'nyx," she says plaintively.

You say "Elen usually has wine. I hope she doesn't strip in the 
cavern this time."

Sarai mutters to herself, "... think... glad I won't... a flight..."

Kyliven, reminded of Elen's antics, glances over her shoulder before 
returning that haunted look to J'on. "No..."

You say "Not yet anyway. Maybe she will later."

Kyliven continues to shake her head from side to side, but slowly now. 
"D'... d'you still like us, Linneth?"

Sarai tilts her head, "S'cuse me..." Sarai slips to the Living Cavern 
and the council room. Work calls.
Sarai heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.

You say "I assume she does, but you have to ask her."

Kyliven shakes her head abruptly then, startled out of her fugue. 
"J'on? I... what?" She glances around, trying to regain her bearing 
before asking, "Where'd Sarai go? Did I say something?"

You say "No, sweet. You didn't."
J'on smiles reassringly as he can. "Do you want to go talk?"

Kyliven shakes her head again, as if trying to shake off water 
droplets. "It's Eosith," she explains to no one in particular -- at 
least, she isn't looking directly at J'on. "He.. we're... he's so 
lonely, and I don't know what to do!"

J'on nods. "Come on, dear." He takes your arm.

Kyliven lets you, her earlier reticence at being touched apparently 
gone.

You head north along the wall of the Bowl, towards the weyrling 
barracks and the Hatching grounds.
Kyliven comes along from the field outside the main entrance to the 
south.

Eosith is here, as flat as he can get and gazing blankly at the fish 
hatcheries. He whuffles hollowly as the pair of you approach.

J'on seats you where he and J'nyx talked earlier, near Eosith.

Kyliven immediately, as if a plant drawn towards the sun, leans up 
against the blue's side.

J'on smiles. "Heya, Eosith. Are you itchy?"

Eosith rumbles as Kyli leans, then brings his head around to look at 
the pair of you. He whuffles again, then attempts a rather flat-
sounding version of his usual cheerful blat.

J'on scritches at the dried blood. "There you go.."

Eosith sighs and leans into the scratching as dried blood flakes off 
and spirals to the ground in a post-Flight imitation of snow. "I'm 
neglecting him!" Kyli yelps, pushing herself up and away as Eosith 
grunts heavily. "Oh Eosith, I'm so sorry!"

You say "Shhh...just love him, Ky. That's what he needs most now."

Kyliven spins to face the greenrider, face still lost, before 
whirling back to her blue, hands gently rubbing off the worst of the 
mess, near his muzzle. "You were the fastest blue up there," she 
murmurs. "You flew wonderfully, lovey. Ranth was just closer, that's 
all." Eosith grumbles, a near growl, at the mention of the other 
blue's name.

You say "That's it. Love him, Ky. You've known how since he broke 
shell, and he needs it now more than he ever has since then."

Kyliven snuffles, her face close against the blood-specked muzzle, 
then nods. "He was so /close/!"

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Aisheth leaps out into the clear 
air of the bowl, wings spread wide.

J'on nods, rubbing your shoulders. "He was. And he will be again. 
ANd one day, he'll actually do it."

Kyliven and Eosith sigh in unison as Kyli sags into your hands. "I 
promised Sarai a neckrub, and now here you are... oh, that feels 
wonderful."

J'on smiles a little and keeps rubbing. "You'll pay me back when you 
rub her aftr Fall."

Kyliven glances backwards while simultaneously trying to stay relaxed 
-- a tricky proposition, which doesn't work. She sighs again and 
stares straight ahead at Eosith. "Pay -you- back for -her- neckrub?" 
she asks, trying desperately to be discreet.

J'on mmmhmmms. "It'll make sense later."

IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Aisheth disappears into Between.

Eosith whuffles, one flake of blood dangling from his muzzle.

Kyliven shakes her head slowly. "I think /everything/ will make more 
sense later," she complains. "Why Eosith didn't win, Linneth, you and 
Sarai..."

J'on nods. "It will all make sense. Now you relax." His hands are 
warm, and he's obviously done this a lot.

Kyliven sighs again and does as commanded. "People've been telling 
Sarai she should take a bedpartner before Cyrath rises, you know," 
she informs you conversationally. "Apparently, both Siara and Macami 
think you should be it."

J'on's hands don't falter, but he just hmms noncommitally. Strong 
fingers smooth knots of tension around the upper arm.

Kyliven hums happily and leans foward until she lands *thud* against 
Eosith's neck. "She's not too fond of the idea, though. I can't blame 
her -- it'd feel like getting bedded for, oh, I dunno, /marks/. Or 
because she -had- to, not because she wanted to. And she's turns 
younger than me, too," she babbles.

J'on has to take a step forward to keep up with you and not overreach. 
He picks up one hand and works on it gently. "Really?"

Kyliven hums again, lower this time. "Uh-huh," she says dreamily.

J'on smoothes out those tiny spots in the pads of the palm. "What do 
you think?"

Kyliven turns her head slightly to catch a glimpse of you. "Oh, I 
think all of it's a good idea. Both that she should take a bedpartner 
if she wants /and/ that she should pick who she wants, instead of 
someone people think she should bed."

J'on nods. "I have to agree with you there. Is that how you did it?"

Kyliven quirks a lazy grin. "Nope. I haven't had -any- bedpartners 
yet." Oops. Brain-mouth filter disconnected. She flushes slightly as 
she hears her mouth confess, then quirks a grin and shrugs.

J'on grins. "You fancied J'nyx as a first?"

Kyliven shrugs -- it's safe, since you're not working on shoulders 
anymore. "Wasn't fancying /anyone/ as a first, actually. Wasn't 
expecting Fironth to rise today, and wasn't expecting Eosith to chase, 
either. He's ignored all the other greens before today, after all."

J'on is now working on your lower back. "Mm. How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Kyli returns promptly. "'Bout as old as Mum when she 
Impressed Siavath."

J'on nods. "I didn't have my first till I was that old."

Kyliven nods slowly. "It doesn't matter the age, I suppose, just... 
who. Or something."

J'on chuckles softly. "With me, it was Siara."

Kyliven grins against Eosith. "I probably could have guessed that."

You say "Probably. It's kind of obvious. I still care for her very 
much."

Kyliven chuckles. "So does half the weyr, it seems. You, Macami, 
Fahloran... and no J'nyx, probably."

You say "So do you have your heart set on someone?"

Kyliven spreads her arms wide, encircling (or something) Eosith's 
frame. "No, not really. There's those I wouldn't mind bedding, but I 
don't know...." she shrugs. "I dunno, really."

J'on kneels and works on Kyliven's legs. "Yeah, well, give it time."

Kyliven's knees wobble. "Oh, that feels wonderful, but I'm likely to 
drop on your head if you don't stop."

J'on grins. "We don't want that. Eosith, put a forefinger around her?"

Eosith rumbles and shifts his weight even as Kyli giggles. "Why don't 
I just lie down?"

J'on pauses and shakes out his wrist. "Up to you."

Kyliven mms, and with a pat of thanks for Eosith, promptly collapses 
onto the sands. "More comfortable," she says muffledly.

J'on kneels by you and begins workig on your lower calves.

Kyliven sighs happily as you work. "YOu have wonderful hands, J'on. 
Just... wonderful. Maybe Sarai should talk to -you- for that neckrub, 
huh?"

J'on smiles to himself. "Maybe. I dunno. You offered first."

Kyliven shrugs as best she can while flat on her face. "Won't be able 
to do it all the time," she mumbles, eyes closed.

J'on glances over to see if Eosith is getting sleepy yet.

Eosith is, indeed, relaxed, though nowhere near sleepy. Even as you 
watch he settles down, forelegs tucked beneath him in a very feline 
pose.

J'on does a light percussive massage to the backs of the thighs. 
"Maybe not, but you can do your duty by your weyrwoman."

Kyliven sighs, then her mouth quirks. "Just wish Eosith could have 
done /his/ duty. Poor Eosith. Poor us," she adds after a beat.

You say "Soon, Ky. Soon."
J'on's voice is soothing, at odds with the thumping of the flat of 
his hand.

Kyliven moans once, then nods. "I suppose. At least he'll have 
forgotten in a day or so."

J'on finds the sore point and gives it extra attention. "They're 
good that way. It's easier on us."

Kyliven moans again, but this time happily. "I suppose Siara'll be 
hanging around you and Linneth when -she- starts getting proddy, huh?"

J'on grins. "Most likely. She usually does. Better now?"

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