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D'ew ignores the reference to what could only be his green and offers Lal his wine. Lal rolls her eyes. "Well, I WAS feelin' fine, until this happened. I'll be sharded if'n m'naw s'fine." She looks D'ew over. Tosses her braids. Refuses the wine, declaring, 'I dunna drink. Naw a'ALL. Siara nods to Lal and leans over to her, offering advice, "If I were you, I'd stop at the necessary when it looks like she's going to go up. I had an awful time with that when I was expecting Sahra." D'ew rolls his eyes. "I amm not sure I cold get by at all without the odd bit of wine." D'ew spots Elen arrive and waves casually with his wineskin. "Oh well am I not a lucky man today!" Siara waves to Elen, looking mostly irritated. Lal is blunt to Siara, "I do tha' every time I go between when m'pregnant. 'Sides, m'only five months a'best. Plenty o'room on me bladder still. Elen just shakes ehr head at Siara, moving to her weyrmate. "That isn't what is bothering me, Siara." Lal says "As if tha' makes a difference when they're proddy." She snorts with a more potent toss of her braids. "We'll like 'em well enough when we win, eh?" D'ew does not notice the concern of the Elen, or Siara for that matter and offers the former wine. "Here come join in the...fun?" He winks at Lal. "Oh I think you might get your competition far too soon." Siara waves to Elen, looking mostly irritated. Jaegon pours wineglasses and starts offering them to the riders who are filtering in. "Competition," Lal growls. "Try misery. I'll be glad when th'shardin' flight's over--I'd rather hear Areseth bellow about naw gettin' none'n ha' t'explain who's bed I end up in." Siara sighs, "Yeah I guess," she says to Lal. "What's wrong then Elen?" Elen gratefully takes the offered wine, gulping down a glass before saying with a trace of a grin to the other bluerider.. "Maybe I don't like sharing?" Siara nods to Elen, "Oh, yeah, I noticed that." she agrees. "Pretty selfish. But it's not like you have anything anyone else wants when it comes to D'ew." Lal snorts. "Dunna blame yeh. But lovin' a greenrider comes wi'its necessary evils." She shrugs. "I should know." Jaegon pours Elen another glass without being asked. D'ew laughs and winks atElen, "That is perhaps why I am so envied." Elen gives Jaegon a smile of thanks, taking the glass and drinking it down too before turning on Siara. "D'ew is the best there is, Siara, and I won't hear ohterwise." Jaegon rolls his eyes silently at D'ew's comment, and hands a passing brownrider a full glass as he makes his way in to stare unabashedly at D'ew. Lal points at Elen and drawls, "Now I'd argue tha', 'cause methinks Ric may just come in a close second." She laughs. D'ew snorts. "'Ric? I think perhaps I have the benefit of experience." Elen smles at Lal. "Well, you're biased." Siara giggles at length. When she finally stops, she looks from Lal to Elen. "Oh. YOu meant it! Sorry." Jaegon mutters to himself, "... a... sharding..." You mutter to yourself, "It's going to be a LONG sharding afternoon, yes it is." Siara turns to look for the wine, She mutters to Jaegon, "... wish... didn't... to do..." You sense Siara turns to look for the wine, "I wish I didn't have to do this, just this one time." Lal pats her belly. "Only a little." She sounds serious. Jaegon mutters to Siara, "... go somewhere with Ranth." You whisper "So go somewhere with Ranth." to Siara. Siara shakes her head and sighs, She mutters to Jaegon, "I... wants... too... not fair... tell him... of what..." You sense Siara shakes her head and sighs, "I can't. He wants this too much. It's not fair to tell him no because of what I want." D'ew drops his glass, eyes looking almost misty a second, then he is grinning. "Well, well..." is all he says. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Avroth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Avroth furls his wings slightly. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Avroth glides down lower into the Bowl. Bradamante comes in from the Bowl. Bradamante has arrived. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Avroth wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth glides down cautiously. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth flies carefully towards the main entrance. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Caliath hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. T'dry comes in from the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth careens in excitedly, bugling as he drops onto a herdbeast charging by. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth lifts his great bulk in a hearty bugle to Ranth. A challenge. Accompained by a mist of ash that shakes off of his body. Bradamante strips off her helmet and jacket commenting conversationally "Did youknow I have horrid timing?" "Naw worse'n mine," Lal drawls. Elen takes a seat near D'ew, her face showing some annoyance as well as tenderness for the greenrider. She sighs, looking up at the new riders entering the cavern. T'dry peels off his riding jacket, already sweating. "Mante! What are you doing here..." he looks around, obviously seeking someone he expects to be here. Jaegon hands another rider the wineglass he just filled, then sees a crowd coming in. He runs back into the back for more glasses, returning quickly and offering wine to everyone. Siara waves to T'dry, "Dea with you?" "Oh shards" Mante swears, grabbing for some klah. "Whose green was that anyhow? Caliath isn't exactly talking to me?" D'ew winks at Bradamante, looking over Elen's head to the Fort rider and then rubs his hands. "Oh, this is almost better everytime." T'dry shakes his head. "Kiryath wasn't quite awake, I wasn't sure where she is. I thought she'd be here, actually." He looks around as if he expects her to suddenly appear. "What's going on?" IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Caliath stares at the other males, rumbling a low threatening growl in his throat that turns to a liquid purrs as he negligently swats down a paniced herdbeast and rips into its viscous entrails throwing splatters of gore everywhere. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth chomps down on the throat of the beast and gargles the gushing blood messily, making a reddish froth, directing this in Areseth's direction in a show of disrespect for the brown's challenge. Jaegon points to the klah pitcher for the bluerider. "Klah's that way. I have wine if anyone wants it. IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Vtanth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Libeth hops over the northeastern part of the fence. Siara nods absently to T'dry, "Oh, too bad. I needed to talk to her. Libeth's rising," she adds. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. Bradamante looks at the reddishbrown klah and shudders as she gets an overlap image from her lifemate. She carefully sets it aside trying not to gag. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth beats his wings powerfully. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Kineth wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth glides down cautiously. 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. Siara seems to be getting more enthusiastic as the blooding gets underway. "Those herdbeast from Igen hold are very nice, aren't they?" she says chattily to anyone who'll listen. T'dry just stares at Siara. "Libeth..." He turns and just looks at D'ew as if something horrible is the greenrider's fault, then looks over at Jaegon. "I'll take some of that wine." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth roars loudly, and snorts. Instead of answering Ranth's disrespect, he makes a show: his neck snaps forward to kill a herdbeast of considerable size in one SWOOP, butting the creature so hard as to crush its side. Then he digs his great snout into it, sucking the blood hungrily, letting his maw be stained by the creature's sanguine life water. Jaegon passes T'dry the glass and grins. "Yep. A long afternoon." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Avroth hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth launches himself into the air with a loud rumble, eyes whirling for a second at 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. The herdbeast's body dry, the blue flies once more into the air, scanning for his next victim. Bradamante covers her mouth as she DOES gag, Swallowing hard she asks "How can you drink red wine now?" IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Vtanth BUGLES his arrival! IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Vtanth furls his wings slightly. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vtanth glides down lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Vtanth wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Vtanth glides down cautiously. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Libeth watches the males with interest, eeys flicking from one to the other. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth seems unimpressed by Areseth or by any of the others show, making quite a mess as he merrily spouts blood in the air, not quite down to the serious business of drinking yet. After all, half the fun is in the anticipation. D'ew laughs, sounding quite insane really. His eyes flick over the riders, in imitation of his green's actions. Siara shrugs. "Well, Ranth gets the blood, 'Mante. I'll have to make do with the wine." Lal has her arms folded, staring forward. She sniffs once. Her eyes smoulder. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Vtanth swoops to the feeding grounds to the southwest. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vtanth backwings to land in the grounds neatly. Elen is quiet, not paying much attention to the others around her, her eyes focusing only on her weyrmate, D'ew. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Caliath chortles, blowing bloodbubbles as he raise his muzzle skyward to trumpet his hungers to the sky and at the gorgeous green as gore paints carmine rivulets down his blue hide. Jaegon just shakes his head, leaning against the wall of the cavern as the flow of riders slackens. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Avroth appears, a low, flowing stream of bronze hide gliding in from the bowl lazily and casually. He pulls up into a stall and settles on the ground amid the other blooding dragons, eyes whirling hungrily as he turns to admire his Libeth. After a few moments of soaking in her form, etching it into his mind, he almost begrudgingly turns again, snakelike, and snags a nearby wherry. A flip of his head produces an audible snap of the stricken creature's spine and he hungrily consumes its blood. Bradamante quietly points a fingertip at Siara whispering "You scare me, you know that?" and shrinking close to the nice, familair, weyrmated T'dry. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, T'quinn carefully slides down Vtanth's foreleg and lands firmly on the ground. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, T'quinn hops the feeding grounds fence. IgenW-Bowl> T'quinn heads over from by the feeding grounds' fence. IgenW-Bowl> T'quinn shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath as he moves into the living cavern. IgenW-Bowl> T'quinn heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr. Siara blinks as Bradamante's words intrude on her concentration, "Oh. Sorry." she says with absentminded dismay. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Libeth snaps her own head back, sick it seems of just watching the spectale put on by the males. She now swoops upwards and with practiced ease sinks her talons into an unsuspecting herdbeast, bllod spurting around as she hurries a little. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth is a little distracted by Libeth, so his next kill is far from clean. Blood and flesh spray over the ground as he guzzles the blood 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 of blood flying around him, before oncemore launching himself airborne. T'quinn comes in from the Bowl. Lal sits alone, head declined downwards. Something in her expression is lonely, though she'd never admit to such. Her sigh is a quiet one. "Too much blood, Areseth," she instructs, growling. D'ew suddenly, without a word runs to the stairs, as light on his feet as his lifemate is on the wing. D'ew climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. T'quinn frowns slightly and dumps the records he carries 'neath his arm onto a nearby table, obviously the original intent of his visit. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth decides it's time to show Libeth what he can do and cuts out the fun and games long enough to snare another herdbeast and bite out it's throat, sucking the blood slowly and sensually, eyes suggestively on the green. Jaegon holds out a glass of wine to T'quinn. "Here. You might need this." Elen quickly follows D'ew. Siara gets up wordlessly and follows. Siara climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. Elen climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Caliath is painted with speckled herdbeast drippings from his own and others' messy feedings, turning his skyblue hide the hues of sunset. Not content to be full of blood on the outside he lands on a beast, cracking its neck with his weight and sucks life from it in greedy gulps. T'dry climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. Bradamante climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth has discarded his herdbeast, and head darting about, chooses another. A great sweep of red-bronze wings brings him to light upon another, even larger creature--thisone is impaled by his great talons, ripping and dismembering. Precious blood busrst forth, and Areseth is quick to lap it up. Lal climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vtanth broods over the mass of chaos in the feeding grounds...his now crimson shaded facets arrowing in on a fattened herbeast, its blood pumping nearly visibly within its dilated veins. With a clean swipe, the beast is brought crashing to the dusty floor. Dagger-sharp teeth sink easily into the flesh, yet the bronze subdues his temptation to feed and instead laps thirstily at the spouting blood. T'quinn reaches instinctively for the offered drink, but pulls away at the last moment, following the other departing riders in a near mezmerized state. T'quinn climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Avroth hisses at a nearby blue who dares to invade /his/ private feeding area. Another casual glance is sent to insure that the green still has her lovely form parked nearby, then he turns again, this time decapitating an unfortunate herdbeast with a slice of his hind leg. A carefully practiced light pressure from his foreclaw produces a steady fountain of blood from the corpse and he drinks thirstily from this. Jaegon shrugs and drains it himself. He glances around. You say "Ah well. Outside to watch the show." You walk out into the Bowl. 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: Amylith Pot of Sand Healers' Herb Garden Obvious exits: Guest ledge INFirmary Main Entrance Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds North IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth keeps a watchful eye on Libeth while draining the life blood from yet another unlucky herdbeast with considerable relish, eyes whirling rapidly, a gurgling rumble coming from his throat whenever the green makes a move. IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Tularth wings carefully to land on the eastern rim. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Libeth kills two more in quick succession, head shaking to clean herself of the flecks of blood and foam. She gives no warning cry, wanting surprise and so just takes off, up away from the males. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Libeth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Tossing the drained beast carelessly to the side, Vtanth fixes his steely gaze for a moment upon Libeth, as if anticipating her next move, then springs skyward! IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Vtanth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Vtanth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth is ready, having taken what blood he needs to fuel his chase and springs up quickly. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Avroth looks up suddenly and Libeth is ... gone! He tenses and springs in chase. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ranth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kineth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Avroth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Caliath leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth is free, well for no, and she enjoys it, calling out sweetly from her fresh lungs. She speeds off, like one who knows her strength, assesing the currents in the bowl she knows so well. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth is up just a bit slower than the other males, having been content to lap on his herdbeasts to gather up the essence that fuels his ichor. Powerful sinews of pure muscle propel him through the air, pushing him past some of the slower large males that hinder his flight. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth sees the green fly off with speed and gives a loud warble of desire, racing upwards to follow the prize. He 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 thathas gained his affection and adoration. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth darts joyfully after Libeth, hoping she will want to play for a long, long time before she finally gives in to what he knows they both want. He glides after her, bugling, as if to say, <>, a joyous chortle of a supremely confident lover. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth's immediate goal is altitude, not chase. Powerful beats of his wings pull him upwards, speed increasing, until he is well above the others. He knows his maneuvering restrictions, having flown after these little ones before. He also knows he can dive faster than they can. Size does matter. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath burns with the impetuous need of the very young, pouring bloodbought strength into his wings to chase after Libeth as fast as he can strive, throwing yernful curving wasteful arcs into his path, spiraling along acrobatic lines only blues and greens can master. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Vtanth rumbles a curse at the weight of his bulk as he falls in line in the latter two thirds of the following pack. Deftly he dodges the incessant thermals that threaten to spill him off course, and unerringly, sights locked upon the prize, he spears the sky, driving forward on the fuel of his yearning. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth warbles once as a challenge, wings beating quickly, but with sureity. She does not turn her ehad, content that she has admirers and for now wanting to lead them a merry dance. She climbs a little higher, loving the feel of flight. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth moves his lithe blue body upwards through the air with ease, still strong and sure in his flying. His whilrling, shining eyes stayed locked on the nimble body of Libeth, calling out to her over an over, telling her how he adores her. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth matches the motions of the green as she climbs towards him, albeit a bit sluggish in his actual reaction time. Let her dance and spend her energy now, the flight is young. He wheels his neck this way and that to maintain certainty of her whereabouts, though. Dratted maneuverable little one, this! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth hovers somewhere mid-pack, a bit below Libeth, red whirling eyes gazing upwards at her lovely nether regions. How often does he get to look at her from this angle afterall? Crooning at the rush of passion this view brings, he spreads his wings, ready to maneuvoer when Libeth makes her move. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Following each movement of the dulcit green, Vtanth angles his bulk in a slow, controlled ascent arrowing after the elusive jewel. His tunneled sight upon Libeth has proved his downfall as he sideswipes a lagging blue and careens off course. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath snaps his wings out to thier widest arc, glorying in the rush of air under him as he arrows up chasing the sun or the green, each shines so bright. Twisting so the light ripples over his own azure hide in a blatent display of vanity he cartwheels across the sky in passionate chase. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth makes no hesitation as he avoids the thermals that have become somewhat familiar to him. He chooses a smooth ana steady path upwards, ever higher, body taut and powerful as his croons of desire issue forth towards the glowing green in front of him. He speaks of power, he speaks of passion, he speaks a langue of skill and experience. She is to be HIS, and he will show her what that means. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth loses herself in the wind that rushes over her , now at least, youthful feeling body. She pauses for an instant, just to flick a sharp right, sure that one of the blues was getting too close for comfort. Pleased with herself, she flicks her tail in arrogance. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Vtanth lands just below you in the Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Vtanth backwings to land neatly. T'quinn walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Ayla walks over from the center of the bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth is dipping and rising as he needs to, avoiding the other males by a wingtip in some cases, his only focus on the elusive green that he /needs/ to win. He calls out to her, reminding her of his unfailing devotion to her as he banks to the right to follow. Ayla raises a brow slightly, meandering up, a quiet shadow. T'quinn nods curtly to Ayla and heads to his strained dragon, looking pale and defeated. Jaegon looks up at T'quinn as he passes, shaking his head. He shades his eyes to watch the chase. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Oh, the beauty of arrogance! Areseth bugles in renewed desire, his body becoming like an arrow as great wings rise and fall in the thrill of the chase. Wings coming together with a decisive *SNAP* the great brown banks right--not direectly after Libeth, but to track her course like a hunter to his delicious, delectable prey. He will eb waiting when the trickery is over, and the true passion begins. Ayla furrows her brow, "Don't tell me, flight." Jaegon nods. "D'ew's Libeth. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth loses sight of his quarry for just a moment as he banks his bulk and catches sight of a bronze settling into the bowl. Looking back she's just...not there! He cranes his neck this way and that, trying to see her amid the colors of the pursuers. Finally he spots her winging away on a tangent. A hard bank and a few presses of his wings and he's off on a parallel course, angling just slightly back towards her. A momentary setback, that's all. Flap flap. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth watches the other blue get clawed and rumbles in amusement. This time Libeth wants him, he's sure. When he feels those claws, it will be an altogether different touch, one that begs for his. He follows, taking the right mo re gently, admiring the sharp crispness of Libeth's turn, but needing only to stay in her general vicinity for now. Ayla takes a deep breath, "Thought so..." Biting her lower lip, she glances to Jaegon, "And how you doing?" Jaegon sits down slowly. "I brought out plenty of wine for the riders. Libeth'll lead them a chase." He blinks. "Me? I'm all right." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath foolishly follows her every twist, every flick to the right or the left, seemingly mesmerized by the fleeting glimpses of tail and flank he catches as he strives to complete the steps in this dance of air. With the seemingly boundless energy of youth he stupidly saves no quarter for later. Now is the only moment that matters, she is the only thought he can have. Ayla snorts, shaking her head, "You better not have brought out the good wine!" Jaegon shakes his head. "Not the good wine, no. Why waste it on those who won't even taste it?" He looks skyward again, trying to see the positions of the various dragons, but can only make out flashing specks. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth keeps flicking that tail, though it is probaly doing little to aid her. The afternoon sun catches her flank, and riplling hide is shown to dazzling advantge. The more her wings beat, the more she seesm to glisten, proddiness and the exertion aiding her beauty. She can sense danger behind, but decides a starigt course is the best for now. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth gains speed, trading altitude for velocity. He knows this is the trickiest and riskiest part of his game, for his speed lessens his already poor ability to turn. With luck, he can strike quickly, just overwhelming the green as she spends herself. Although why she doesn't just fly to him directly is yet another mystery. Females! Noone ever said they were logical. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth is sounding more frantic in his crooning, the terrible need for Libeth overtaking his usual calm nature. He pumps harder, recklessly, more determined than ever to reach the emerald beauty. With his entire being he calls to her, willing her to falter so he may seize her and show her what ecstasy is. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth is overcome, straining evident in every fiber of his body as he pushes forwards and upwards, to descend when the time is right. His crron are off-tune, loud, and strangled, lost in the winds as he gains speed towards Libeth's side that glows so enticingly in the sun. Nothing is in his way, in his mind, as he pushes easily past a smaller brown, and even a smaller BRONZE. Ayla cants her head, curiously, 'Still going?" She inquires, softly watching the flying specks which could be interpreted at dragons. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth flies after Libeth, roaring approval for her slow, teasing approach, the roar mingled with the strangled pain of urgent, throbbing need. This time it is with an effort that he keeps himself from charging ahead, only his riders efforts reminding him to conserve his energy and use his natural advantages. Jaegon nods. "I can't make out who's in the lead, but a few have already faltered." Ayla rolls her eyes, "Strong green I take it." Jaegon nods. "Libeth is older and she knows the currents here." Ayla's lips twitches slightly, "I thought so." Glancing over to Jaegon, she manages a slight smile before glancing back up to the sky. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath trumpets franticly, faltering on slowly more leaden wings. Dropping below the still vital bronzes he struggles to stay aloft, crooning plaintivly up to the green who is surely too agile to be caught by something that can't turn around in a Bowl. The stupid lumbering bronzes. Jaegon is lost in the spectacle, trying to decipher the maneuverings. His cheeks are ever so slghtly flushed. Ayla leans over, touching Jae's cheek slightly, wondering why he'd be flushed. Curiously, she studies him.... Jaegon starts and looks at you. "Hmm?" "Your face is a bit hot, Jae, what's up?" Ayla's brow is furrowed slightly as she continues to feel your face tenderly. Jaegon's flush fades. "Oh, just wondering who'll get her. And embarassed I didn't wager on this flight." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth is visably tiring. The blood of the herdbeasts gave her strenth, but she is not so young anymore, and indeed only small. Still she has the courage of one with a large heart, and even though her speed is faltering, she loses very little altitude. Then suddenly she does begin to fall, calling out madly to those arround her. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth tucks his wings back and *Plunges*. All is speed now as his already blemish-free burnished bronze hide becomes a blur, angling down and forward, barely over the scrawny necks of the beaten pursuers. Libeth looms large in front of him, his claws extend...timing...timing.... With a quick circular motion he grabs, tail wrapping at where she should be -- but his attention momentarily distracted by the face of the bowl, approaching quickly. Ayla laughs softly, "Hey, I didn't either!" Pecking you on the cheek, she winks. "Next flight." Jaegon nods. "Next flight." He grins at you companionably. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth is bellowing now in frustration, crooning forgotten, enraged that Libeth should be trying so hard to get away from him when all he wants is to worship her in every way possible. He knows he isn't as big and strong as some of the others here, but he IS going to get that green and prove to her he is more than worthy of her. Wings get tucked as he dives rapidly down to her glowing form, talons and tail ready to entwine themselves around her, to protect her forever. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath throws himself through the sky on trembling wings with the last of his strength, heart visibly pumping under his cerulean hide. Bugling he desperately tucks and rolls cirlces around a much larger brown trying to reach out toward the falling Lybeth. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, HE is ready for her. The younger, more powerful, big Areseth sweeps down to the tiring green's left, wings spreading to modulate his fall, calculated for such an enormous beast. His final, loooooong, strangled, deep, passion and rage-ridden croon is all that can be heard as talons spread, as muscles tense, as the neck snaps forward to reach for her, ready offer an intense, loving embrace. COME to him, experienced, beautiful, practical green. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth is ready in his position just below and to the side of Libeth and lets himself fall with her, exulting in the rush of wind that surrounds them in what could be a private cocoon for their passion. Opening his wings, and heart to the brave, darling green, he is ready to catch her, body and soul, his reach extending to just where she should fall. Ayla crosses her arms over her chest, she continues to watch, leaning a bit more closer towards you, a smile curling over her lips. Jaegon suddenly points up. "She's falling! They better catch her..." Jaegon grins with all the excitement of someone watching a race. Ayla's head shoots up, blinking, "She'll be caught, I've seen it happen..." Leaning further, she presses a hip up towards yours but let's it stay as that. Jaegon absently puts an arm around your waist, watching for the catch he's sure will come. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth lets out a yelp of surprise as a bronze sneaks up to break her fall. All of a suuden she is safe and happy, wrapped as she is with Avroth. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth creels with thwarted desire and just continues his free fall to the bowl hopelessly. Siara comes down the stairs from the guest weyr. Ranth lands carefully. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth strains, his wings fully extended as he slows the combined mass of himself and his lovely quarry. Tail and legs wrapped around her, his neck entwines as well, caressing lovingly as they descend as one. You say "She's caught! They're all peeling off from her...and a bronze?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth's cry of utter frustration permeates the bowl. He drops, quickly, devastated. Areseth lands carefully. Siara crawls out of the guest weyr on hands and knees, sobbing piteously as Ranth creels bitterly. Ayla tilts her head, watching as she laughs. "Bronze, go figure." Ayla furrows a brow as she watches Siara. Biting her lip, she wonders where a certain person is. Jaegon looks up at the stairs and lets go of Ayla as Siara comes out of the weyr. Lal walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Lal evens her breathing as she walks outside, still shaking atouch. "S'awright Areseth--s'better this way--wha' would yeh do if'n yeh ha' t'explain tha' t'Amylith?" She snorts, and hits Areseth, who is slumped in the bowl. 'Whaddya mean, who's Amylith!" Ayla glances over her shoulder, curiously and shakes her head, "Si..." Jaegon calls out "Sia!" and starts toward the stairs, spotting Ranth as he lands. Siara makes her way to Ranth, throwing her arms around him, as they both cry. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth releases a long, heartwrenching wail at being deprived the lovely Libeth, sailing past the mating pair at top speed, anxious to be away from them. Kineth lands carefully. Siara looks at Jaegon vaguely through the cloud of tears and then runs to him flinging her arms around him. Ayla shakes her head sighing and steps back. A brow raised. Lal is still yelling and comforting Areseth at the same time, pushing her sweat-laced breaids back with her free hand. Jaegon pauses as Siara goes blindly past him to Ranth and relaxes. Good, she'll have a good cry with Ranth and it'll be better. He glances over at the disappointed brown and very vocal rider and decides they're all right. Jaegon promptly oofs as he's tacklehugged and sits down hard, taking Sia with him. Graceful, huh? Areseth seems about ready to go as he is properly chastized and comforted by Lal. She smiles weakly at him. "Good job, BigBoy. An' might I remind yeh s'YER fault yeh was in tha' flight--yah I know yeh hate losin' t'a bronze--but seriously. Naw problem." Ayla shakes her head, watching. Laughing mildly, she is glad she doesn't need to call Jhalor over this time. Siara doesn't quite notice where they are, only that she seems to be lying down with Jaegon, and is proceeding with what comes naturally in this situation. Bradamante walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. IgenW-Bowl> Caliath comes over from the beach. Ayla raises her brow. Caliath walks over from the center of the bowl. Lal takes a surprisingly short number of steps to scramble expertly to Areseth's neckridges. She lands squarely at her required spot, nary missing a beat. Areseth launches from the ground, spreading his magnificent wings with a flash of red-bronze. Areseth tenses, then springs upwards. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth beats his wings powerfully. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Areseth swoops higher up into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Areseth disappears into Between. Elen walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern. Jaegon takes Sia's hands gently, stopping her before she can get her tunic more than half off. "Sia. Sia. Stop, Sialove. Sia. Look at me." Elen storms out in a flood of tears, enarly running into Siara. Ayla shakes her head and wisely waits, wathcching. Siara huhs? Quite intent on what she's doing, tugging at both their tunics, "I am looking," she pants, "I just want to see more." Ayla stands before Elen and stops her quickly "Slow down girl!" You say "Look at my face, Sia. Calm down. All right?" Bradamante rushes over to her lifemate and starts beating on his chest with her fists yelling "Don't" smack "ever" smack "scare" smack "me" smack" that"smack"way"smack"again"smack and collapses against his warm hide sobbing. Elen sobs and looks at Ayla as if she is quite mad. Siara gets a mumbled apology and then she looks around for her lifemate. Ayla cups Elen's chin in hers. "What is going on with you?!" Siara stares at Jaegon, her face tear streaked, "I will. Soon. You have to help me!" she insists urgently, tears welling up again. You say "Shhhh....shhh..Sia, calm down. Please. You're half Ranth right now." Siara makes an effort to breathe normally, clearly struggling. "Yes...I have to help him!" she says again, clutching Jaegon beseechingly. Elen shudders and pulls right back from Ayla. "My slow lifemate and that sharding quick littel green of d'ew's!" Ayla stares deeply into Elen's eyes. "For Faranth's sake.... " She bites her lip and stands where she is. "D'ew's green is experience...." Ranth bellows miserably, raising his wings and lowering them in a gesture of despair that causes havoc in the bowl at the wind he raises. Elen looks angry, so, so angry, all tears ceasing. "I do not need to hear about all the experince my weyrmate has." Clearly she heard D'ew, not D'ew's green from Ayla's lips. Kineth croons with equal sadness, loking at Ranth. He clearly knows he has yet again let down his lifemate. You say "Then let's go to him, pet him, comfort him, all right? Shhh. All right?" Ayla raises a brow slightly, shrugging. "There are always other flights." Jaegon's voice is low, persuasive. Caliath has finally caught enough breath to croon, nuzzling his weeping lifemate. Elen snorts. "Oh yees, like I will ever seee an end to this torture." Kineth gets a very unfair, but plainly withering glance. Ayla says "He's your lifemate, don't give him that look!" Siara deflates a little and nods obediently, "You'll come with me?" she says very anxiously, not loosening her hold on Jaegon. Elen turns anger to the baker. "Please do not presume to tell me what to do." Ayla steadily regards Elen without flinching. "I am only saying what is right." You say "I'll come with you. I promise. Come on, Sia.." he starts to ease to his feet "..let's go let Ranth know it's all right. He's worried sick about you. See?" Bradamante barely steps on Caliath's forleg before she has grabbed a riding strap and is swinging up onto his neck, settling securely between Caliath's neckridges. Elen glances at Siara, knwoing she is more than fine with Jaegon and then shakes her head at Ayla. "Whatever." Elen looks up just in time to see Bradamante leaving, she gives the slightest of waves. Ayla manages a soft chuckle. "I think I know a nice young man close by that can give you a nice rub down..." Siara nods slowly, starting to rise on shaking legs, leaning on Jaegon, "He's disappointed....I know he tried..." she murmurs as they move across the bowl to Ranth. You say "Of course he did. And he did well, didn't he? He got so close." Astride Caliath, Bradamante waves weakly promising "As soon as I remember why in the world I came here, I'll be back. It had to be something important..." Caliath tenses, then springs upwards. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Caliath beats his wings powerfully. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Caliath swoops higher up into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Caliath disappears into Between. Elen wrinkles up her nose. "I think wine may be the friend i need right now..." Siara nods proudly, "He did. He really did." She pauses and fixes Jaegon with dark eyes and lowers her voice, slightly more cognizant of being in the bowl. Siara mutters to Jaegon, "... need to... right?" Siara whispers "You know what I need to do for him, right?" You whisper "Yes, Sialove. But you need to feed the baby first, remember? Remember Sahra? Ranth will understand." to Siara. Jaegon whispers back, stroking Siara's hair back soothingly. Ayla holds up a skin she managed to snap from Jaegon, "Right here, hon." Siara nods shakily, "Sahra," she repeats. This thought seems to get her across the bowl, to Ranth. Jaegon shoots a glance to Ranth, to see if Siara's growing calm is echoing to him. Elen snatche up the wine and then goes towards he forlorn blue, almost shouting. "Look, I have been driven to it again!" Kineth for his part, huffs alittle, knowing that as ever he will soone be in teh good books again. Ayla shake her head, ruefully at the aftermath of a flight. Siara leans against Ranth, pressing her face to his hide and murmuring quietly, reassuringly to him. She looks up and says to Jaegon, "Sahra is with Gordeeva, she's alright." Jaegon nods. "I know, Sialove. I know." He, too, strokes the soft skin of the blue, flaking off a few specks of dried-on blood so they don't itch. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Tivuketh wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tivuketh glides down cautiously. Tivuketh lands carefully. Macami gracefully slides from her lifemate's neck and smiles lovingly back up at him, as he warbles to her when she safely reaches the ground. Elen drinsk down too much wine and once and winces. Macami gets off her lifemate with a scowl on her face, kicking the dirt under her feet. Siara takes a deep breath, seeming to be listening to something. "Fahloran's not in the infirmary..." she says with sudden dismay, "He was supposed to be there!" she says, anxiety rising in her voice again. Elen ignores Macami totally, in favour of her wine. Ayla levels a gaze at Elen and her drinking. Nodding to Macami, she watches slowly and shakes er head again. Macami leans against Tivuketh, who seems slighty downcast himself and watches the people, gnashing her teeth. Jaegon spots Macami and smiles sudenly. "Sialove, I think Macami needs a hug too." He gently turns the bluerider toward her friend. Elen glares at her blue and the tosses the wineskin to one, angry side. Siara clings to Jaegon's hand, confused again, "But...Fahloran is supposed to be here, he /said/ he'd be..." she says, looking over at Macami, distraught. Ayla shakes her head again, rolling her eyes before deftly moving into the weyr but before she does, she catches the empty skin, muttering, "Quick drinker..." Ayla heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern. Fahloran strides out from the Infirmary. Elen staggers to her blue and mounts, not looking at ANYONE. Elen carefully climbs into place between Kineth's neckridges. Her lifemate croons gently as she makes herself secure. Macami scratches Tivuketh's eyeridge. "Don't be sad. Next time you will chase with the others." Fahloran approaches Siara slowing, gauging her reaction. Siara is standing near Ranth and Jaegon and Macami, starting to cry again, looking around. Kineth tenses, then springs upwards. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kineth catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. Fahloran clears his throat. "Siara love?" he asks softly. Siara looks up quickly and says with enormous, grateful, relief, "You /are/ here!" Jaegon leans on Ranth to scritch him some more. He grins at Fahloran, plainly relieved. Siara needs her mate right now. Fahloran smiles and nods to the bluerider. "I've an hour or so of free time if you need," he says to her. Jaegon nodnods to Fahloran. She neesd. Yep, she needs. He tucks in his shirt. Siara nods, letting go of Jaegon, giving him a grateful look, and then nods to Fahloran, going to him, "Ranth..." she says, the rest coming out more quietly. Fahloran takes Siara's hand. "Where, love?" he asks. Jaegon looks over to Macami now, concerned. Siara simply mounts her lifemate, tugging Fahloran after her. Siara mounts Ranth with ease, a hand lightly on the straps, and settles herself between his neckridges, smiling as he turns back to gaze at her affectionately, with slowly whirling eyes. Fahloran is helped up on to Ranth, both by the kindly offered foreleg and Siara's hand. Macami is absorbed with scritching Tivuketh's eyeridges, sad expression on her face. Jaegon steps back from Ranth, giving him a final thump. Ranth tenses, then springs upwards. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ranth beats his wings powerfully. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth swoops higher up into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ranth skims over the ledge just south of Ranth and Celebeth's, then suddenly raises his wings, moving up into the air slightly before curving back down onto the East Ledge of Ranth and Celebeth's Weyr. Jaegon says softly "Cami?"
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