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Therese says "Oh, well, from the protest Kresirth just registered I'd say it is." D'orn quickly looks out towards the bowl. Faerysa looks up, her eyes now aglitter and almost laughing. "She goes. /They/ go." Sabra stands studdenly. "It's already started." She takes a few steps toward the bowl, pausing to turn and watch the goldrider. Kylven strides through the passageway into the Inner Caverns. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Zmeth spends no time on posturing. He lands on a good sized herdbeast that, unfortunately for it, was not in the main herd. Without further ado, he rips into it. Bright blood spills over his muzzle then disappears as he quickly latches on and drains the carcass. The entire time, one eye is fixed on Irianth's every move. Jaegon crosses the room to get wineskins. Lots of them. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kalameth flares out his ianthine-blue tinged bronze wings, revealing at utmost beauty like drops of oil splashed amidst a molten metal. He sneers once as he flicks out his claw, slashing a bereaved, tender herdbeast across it's throat. Massive jaws latch upon the poor creature, snapping it's neck as he drinks the hot, irony tasting crimson liquid within. Ruby eyes swirl quickly at an alarming rate, all the while fixed on the glowing golden queen just a few lengths away from the lot of males. Twitching, his claws reach out to grasp another creature, a buck, which he makes quick work of snapping it's neck and tossing the soon drained carcass aside. His head is thrown back and he bulges, rows upon rows of glistening white teeth splotched with red visible. K'tel sighs. "He chases. Shardit." Celie sighs, leaning back to watch. "And they're off..." K'tel stands and leaves the table by the hearth. J'rell looks at Therese with a helpless shrug, "I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd do this." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh glides over the herds, snatching out a juicy buck and bearing him away to a nearby ledge. Hunched over the corpse, he feeds while keeping half an eye on the other males, and another on the gold A'wyn suddenly downs whatever is left in his ancient mug, gripping it tightly. He scowls darkly at A'lian, hearing the brownrider's growl. "Don't..." he calls out to his lifemate... "/Don't/.." he gives a growl at K'tel.. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth spring into the feeding grounds, claws immediately outscretched, to grab a large buck. One sweep of his great snout, teeth bared, and an artery brings forth sweet blood--lifeblood. He sucks hungrily, eyes whirling magenta, muscles tensed to breaking. M'verick gives Lal a blank look at her growl and shrugs up his shoulders. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Palineth's powerful talons snap the neck of a herdbeast before it can even react. With one slash, the bronze begins to drink deep of the hot blood pouring forth. K'tel ignores the others and heads outside. K'tel walks out to the Bowl. Faerysa pushes herself to her feet, swaying but steady. Lyndra swallows a bit hardly and watches the suddenly active riders, fear flushing her expression. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Terrth lands with no thought at all, the only thing on his mind is the beautiful glittering golden form of Irianth. He lands heavily upon a buck and a chocolate brown talon pulls across the beast's neck, blood spurts, Terrth drinks. Jaegon pours a glass of wine and makes his way to K'tel's side..or tries. He sighs. "Shardit. Ah, shardit." Sabra pauses, watching the goldrider yet staying out of the way. J'rell sighs and follows the other riders outside. Therese shrugs, "It's what dragons do." Lal stands up, and stalks out. Stalking is the key word. A'lian regards A'wyn darkkly. "Just try and stop me." he growls deeply. D'orn knocks over his chair as he stands up and, eyes not focused on anything, follows the others outside with a questioning look. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Irianth strikes a roan beast, a sharp, sickening crack her her talons rend hide from bone. Hers, all hers. Her voice is a low challenge to the males as she tears, fights, drinks. Hers, hers. Celie purses her lips. "This could get ugly." J'rell walks out to the Bowl. You say "Ox! Wyn! Stop fighting and get out there, huh?" IgenW-Bowl> J'rell walks over from the field to the southeast. IgenW-Bowl> J'rell heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr. Faerysa goes towards the bowl on swift feet, still brilliant, though her forehead's furrowed. Faerysa walks out to the Bowl. A'lian stands and hobbles out, not letting his swollen leg stop him. A'lian walks out to the Bowl. K'dar walks out to the Bowl. D'orn walks out to the Bowl. A'wyn walks out to the Bowl. Siara nods, watching. "I'm glad I won't be in there this time," she says fervently. N'var drinks the glass down, quickly, and strides out to the bowl. Lal walks out to the Bowl. N'var walks out to the Bowl. Therese looks at Celie and then smiles slightly, "One wonders if J'rell weyrmates everyone whose flight Mileketh wins." She then glances over to where Jaegon's excited comment came from. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Mileketh quickly dispatches and drains another beast, watching the glowing gold more intently. IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Avroth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! IgenW-Bowl> A'wyn strides in from the training field to the northeast. IgenW-Bowl> A'wyn wanders towards the field to the northeast. Celie raises an eyebrow. "I doubt that." Jaegon looks at the glass he poured for K'tel, and drains it. "It's gonna be a looooong night." M'verick shakes his head and hugs his daughter a little more, trying to hide his hurt expresion from those in the cavern. 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. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Avroth wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth glides down cautiously. IgenW-Bowl> A'wyn strides in from the training field to the northeast. "You know," Lyndra murmurs whilst approaching the beverages again, "wine tonight appeals to me." IgenW-Bowl> A'wyn heads to the fence into the corral. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, A'wyn hops over the northeastern part of the fence. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Terrth quickly downs another beast, striking it with a hidden horror that is this brown right now. With a banshee's wail, he slices the beast's neck and lowers his shadowed muzzle to it. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth flies carefully towards the main entrance. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, A'wyn goes through an opening in the corral fence. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ivarath snarls at a bronze, first display of emotion from the unusually stoic brown. Talons flex, and he unwinds like a snake, dropping the first empty body and grabbing another one. Rumbling deep in his throat, he forgoes lapping and fastens his mouth to the beast's neck, sucking greedily. Jaegon hands Lyndra the skin. "Here you go. Better get it now, before anyone else gets into it." Sabra walks out to the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, A'wyn comes in through an opening in the northern fence. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, A'wyn hops the fence to the east. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Irianth lifts her head, muzzle stained with crimson against the bright of her summer fire. She digs into the beath with her talons, beribboning it in fury as it's drained, and tosses it aside. /This/ shan't do. -- Another, then, larger than the rest; this one goes down with a shriek as she lifts it half aloft, before she comes down. Therese chuckles and then leans back, settling Shandra against her stomach affably, "Well, it'll be nice to have a clutch on the sands. Lots of candidates to annoy." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kalameth sinks his teeth into the flesh of yet another herdbeast, crushing bones and spurting blood as it suits his fancy. His muzzle shakes violently, until his prey writhes in agony no more. Sharp talons grasp the thing as he sucks the hot blood from within it's body, his veins coursing with a polished brightness. His hunger is not quite satisfied as of yet however, but he takes the time to rub his claws in the sand to rid the almost maroon shaded stuff from himself. Siara rests her hand on 'Ric's shoulder again. "At least you get to be with Verala. She's really cute." she says, trying to pull her attention away from the bowl for now. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh sweeps down off his perch, dropping the drained buck. Another pass over the herds, and he emerges bearing an ovine. In a moment, it too is silenced, its life flowing to speed and strengthen the Reaches' brown IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Palineth lifts a bloodied muzzle to watch the queen, his dark, brash bellow answering her call. His bronze tail lashes out as he surveys the males in the pen, confidently. Siara looks over at Jaegon, "Me too, please?" Lyndra's fingers tremble ever so slightly as they wrap around the comforting coolness of the wineskin. Clearing her throat, she lets some of the wine flow down her gullet and closes her eyes at the spreading warmth inside her. "That's better. Might I hold onto it, Jaegon? Please?" M'verick looks up at Siara, presses the back of his hand to his eyes slightly before he grins at her. "Yes, at least I get to see her...." Celie hmmms. "Lots of candidates to stumble over, yell at, abuse and generally get annoyed at." Gwyndelone watches from near the meal table as the riders file out. She looks slilghtly releived, alowing her gaze to go to the baby in M'verick's arms. She nears, cooing at the baby. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth is all power as he discards one herdbeat, pounces on another, bringing his full and considerable weight to hear. One beast is killed, and another who just happens to be in the way becomes a bloodsource for teh violent brown. Jaegon glances over at Ric. "Hey! That's your daughter?" He wanders over, handing Siara one of the five wineskins he has left of the bundle. "Sure, keep it, Lyndra." He sets down the skins and jogs over for glasses, and begins pouring wine in one glass after another. Waiting. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ivarath lifts his head, tongue flickering over bloodstained muzzle. He watches the glowing gold, head swaying back and forth, before the need for blood overcomes him on ce again and he brings another beast down. Therese looks at 'Ric, "Don't you usually get to see her?" IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Zmeth lunges forward suddenly, sending a wave of shrieking beasts surging in the other direction. When the dust settles, the bronze can be seen crouched over another still form. Siara takes the skin, "Thanks Jaegon." She takes a quick drink and sets it aside for later. She grins at Celie, "And they won't be my problem this time!" Lyndra keeps the wineskin nestled to her, much as she would a loved infant, and picks a place near the others to sit. Another spurt of Benden red is shot down her throat, then she settles to watch and wait with glazing eyes. M'verick nods to Jaegon, rocking the cooing girl slowly. "Aye this is my daughter Verala." He shrugs to Therese, "I get to see her when I visit Ista. But Lal and D'orn are usualy there. She is Lal's daughter aterall." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Palineth drops the drained carcess of the beast, muscles quivering in anticipation of the chase. His irridescant eyes fixate on the bright queen as another low growl escapes the bronzes throat. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Avroth hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. Celie says "Nor mine. I wash my hands of the entire process." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Irianth drinks, drains, /bites/ to crunch the ribs as the cries of her 'beast fade out. This one is tossed, ruthless, against the side of the fence, fallign to a crumble of bones. The queen, meanwhile, flares her wings, and swipes a talon to take the legs out from under a wherry and drag it close. From Therese's arms, Shandra grabs onto Therese's dress and sucks on it. Therese nods, "Well... that would be hard." Jaegon chuckles. "Shall we start the clutch wagering?" Celie chuckles. "That didn't take long." Perizad ambles out from the inner caverns. Perizad walks out to the Bowl. Therese considers, "I'll wager that Irianth wins the flight and that there are eggs." M'verick nods, "Very hard. But...at least I get to see her. I'm glad Lal is happy." You say "Hey, it's ME. When have I ever missed a clutch wager since I was old enough to learn how to make one?" IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Terrth lunges on another, powerful foreclaws slicing the beast neatly. The beast bleeds, Terrth shrieks, and then drinks deeply of the energy giving liquid. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Asaleth takes another leap off the ground of the corrall and practically nose dives into a larger, perhaps fatter beast, and in a fleeting second, the sounds of bones meshing together in every other direction, and blood seeping from the talons of the big bronze. He bloods, and bloods again, reserving his raw power and creativity for the flight, for now, he awaits and bloods, intent on the glowing.. Lyndra asks before she samples another mouthful of wine, "That's a given, isn't it, Therese ma'am?" IgenW-Bowl> Squick flashes out of *between* with a flurry of brown wings. Celie snorts at Therese, then turns back to Jaegon. "You'd think you'd have learned, after the last betting pool you put together. Remember who won that, eh?" Therese nods to Lyndra, "Exactly; it's a bet you can lose." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ivarath snarls again, and drops the carcass. Not satisfied with that, he shreds it with kneading talons, eyes focused entirely on Irianth now, whirling violent red/violet. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Avroth circles above the other dragons for a moment, eyes searching for an opening in the blood and strewn carcasses below. At last he finds his spot - settling directly on a fleeing herdbeast. Rear talons rake the stricken beast's neck easily, its skull continuing onward as its body stops short. In a blur of bronze, Avroth settles to feast on its freely flowing blood. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Mileketh dispatches yet another fat buck, then cleans his muzzle of the blood as he watches the gold at her feeding. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Palineth's jaws snap with lightning quickness, catching a runty beast running past him. The squeal of the creature dies under the quick cut of talon and tooth, and again he drinks deeply, letting the blood coat his great neck. Lyndra, rising again, relocates herself nearer M'verick. "Are you all right? You're looking a bit down in the mouth." Therese chuckles, "... only if you're silly enough to take it." Lyndra then tells Therese, sincerity in place, "I don't bet, ma'am, even silly ones." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kalameth lets his cravings overtake him. Blood, he must have it. A rather small herdbeast this time and his jaws clamp onto the little neck, sucking the thing to the bone as he tosses aside the broken body. He writhes and stamps his foot against the earthen floor. He lowers his head to the ground, eyes only on that golden grace, though his hunger isn't quite satisfied. Peering about, he stalks his next victim. Siara grins at Celie, "Yeah, after last time, Katany will never pick me. Betting?" she asks, perking up. Therese snaps her fingers, "Jaegon; you haven't corrupted this girl, sorry, woman properly." M'verick shakes his head a bit to Lyndra, "perhaps a little. I'm alright though. Just thinking." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth is sucking deeply and loudly on his herdbeast, blood trailing to create rivulets about his form, when he...hesitates. Eyes go red as he fights against something unknown. His eyes tear to that gold form, fixated. Then he tears again, with greater force, protest in every muscles of his body. Jaegon contemplates. "Do I want to go out there?" He surveys the triple-line of wine glasses he has lined up. "Do I want to watch this one, for as far as I can see it?" He nods to Siara, then grins to Therese. You say "P'ter wouldn't bet either, and he's Bitran." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh once more glides down, again searching through the huddled mass of animals. A wherry goes down under his talons Lyndra lays a free hand on M'verick's wrist and offers, "I'm certain everything will be okeydokie soon, M'verick. You want some wine?" IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh once more glides down, again searching through the huddled mass of animals. A wherry goes down under his talons. Last to feed, not all of its blood is needed, but this is little matter to the already dead beast IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Irianth fixes on the wherry, proto-feathers flying about her. The wherry struggles one, twice, and then is gone, and it's legs hang useless beaneath her. The queen's eyes gleam red, purple passion and she watches, wings flaring, teeth baring. It's warning. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Terrth fixes an angry gaze upon Asaleth, eyes glittering redly as his normal smooth bright baritone echoes with anger and distress. Another beast is down, and the brown snaps its neck angrily before pulling a talon across it and drinking. Therese shakes her head sadly, "You're falling down on the job. I'm so disappointed. Good thing I'm not occupied with a fighting wing; I can help for the Hatching." Siara nods, "I want to go out, after the blooding is over," she tells Jaegon. "Let's see....I'd put marks on there being....32 eggs!" Gordeeva slips back in from the nursery, taking off her apron with a relieved sigh. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ivarath crouches, wings extended. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Palineth finishes the smaller beast off easily, and its carcass is tossed aside with the other. He lifts himself to his back legs, issuing a burning, brash challenge to the other males as his wings fan out. M'verick chuckles, "I wish Lyndra. I can't however. Need to be clear headed to take care of m'girl." Boy does he look disapointed about that. "One more night of frustration isn't going to hurt me." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Zmeth reaches out, one last wherry going down before his talons. As he lowers his head to drink, his eyes flicker, catching Irianth's warning. His wings half-spread and he drinks quickly as he waits. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Mileketh gets ready to follow Irianth upward. Jaegon looks up and grins at Deeva. "Join the party. The bronzes and Iri are blooding." Lyndra pouts a little, leaves her left hand atop M'verick's wrist, and quaffs a bit more wine. "All right. But I'm here if you wanna talk. Hey, did you decide if you wanted your weyr tidied?" You say "Sialove? I'll start the scroll tomorrow." Gordeeva gets a drinks and takes a seat quietly. "Evening Once Again...So I heard. One of the Lower cavern girls was very excited about it and came in the nursery to tell us." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Asaleth doesn't mind much for warnings. Despite his own caution, Asaleth watches the gold before he finds a smaller, more supple beast and snaps it, licking the blood from the sizable hole in the beast. He glances again at the Glowing gold, Irianth. His clutchsister, but now, what he wants, what he needs, yet...control...control his lifemate says. He readies himself for the flight. Celie stifles a yawn. "Irianth is young. I'd say 40 eggs, at least." Therese looks up with interest, "Gordeeva... what's the best toy for a 3 -4 month old?" Siara nods to Jaegon and drinks a bit more wine. "Eight bronze," she says to Celie. M'verick grins to Lyndra and shrugs, "I haven't decided yet. I think that I'm going to give it a shot myself. See if I can't get it into some sort of order." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Irianth flares once more, giving voice to an exultant bugle, and /leaps/. Up, up, up, away, and the wherry drops to flatten in the dust as it's forgotten. All but pure flight. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Irianth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kalameth flicks his tongue over his rusty colored muzzle, cleaning himself of all the bloodstains he's attained from the fierce frenzy. The dragon lurches forward in a great step as he sees the gold lift up. He drops his bottom claws on the ground with a thud before he surges off, beating those gleaming Istan wings of his madly, trying to keep a good pace with the others, not to mention the golden beauty in front of him. Bronze tail flickering, he pushes himself, thrusting farther and farther into the Igen sky, leaving those below with only a firelizard sized spec of color to watch if they should gaze his way. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Leventh leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Ivarath leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Kalameth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Palineth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Zmeth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Terrth follows! 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, Mileketh leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh flies up from the Feeding Grounds. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Terrth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Terrth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Gordeeva takes a seat by Jaegon and considers. "Something brightly colored and smooth if it is a hard substance, but better if it is cloth covered so it can be teethed on." she asnswers shyly IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Asaleth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. You say "I'm not betting on any...whoa! Hear that roar? They're off." Celie shakes her head. "Nine, dependent on if a bronze or brown catches her." Therese nods, "Okay, those are good things to know." "Awwww. Okay." Lyndra again offers the wine, adding, "A small sip won't hurt ya, 'Ric. Come on. It's good, and too much for me." IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth is ready to spring, all experience and passion, wingsail unfurling liek those of great ships ready for Pernese seas. Then he does....he is /ready/. But....then, caught up with the bodty of a dead herdbeastt, he falters, bellows of agony befallign him as he rises, hopelessly behind. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Areseth leaps into the air! IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Jaegon listens to the cries of the blues and greens as the others take off. Siara ndos, glancing at the bowl. "Yes....12 brown," she responds to Celie. IgenW-Bowl> Squick heads to the fence into the corral. IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Squick hops over the northeastern part of the fence. Gordeeva shivers slightly and listens. "Strange they do not give chase as well...the blues I mean." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh takes off after the gold with a steady measured stroke of his wings. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh beats his wings strongly, gathering his strength for the jump. For a moment, he seems to be a living extension of the earth, and then he is away, shadowing the gold into the skies as his eyes spin with desire You sense Gordeeva slips her hand quietly into yours. Siara glances at Gordeeva and makes a bit of a face. "Golds are....too big. Just - too big. Not nice like greens." Gordeeva blushes. "Seems it would be hard for them to resist." she replies shyly...lowering her eyes. You say "Blues are quick, but they pay for that in not having as much stamina." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth rockets upward in straight, pure, seeking flight, the initial fury settling into he rown incandescent enjoyment. She's swift, sleek: a sheer brilliance as she goes -- and it's all in exultation of her own freedom. M'verick grins over at Siara but then returns his attention to Lyndra, "If I had one drink, I'd want even more." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth's springs to the air with the grace and agility of a dragon in his prime. His dark red eyes continue to fixate on the fleeing queen, his wings driving him upward with increasing speed. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath leaps into the air, heading for thermals he knows well in his home bowl. He rises, swings, shifts, moving from position to position, constantly shifting to stay in line with the glowing queen. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth springs aloft, his sleek bulk unhindered by unnecessary blooding. He has all the energy he needs and his quarry is young and inexperienced. He pulls above the crowd of other dragons quickly, then settles into a slow pace, biding his time. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth is trying to fly, but his leg is fouled in teh skin of a beast, he tries in vain to shove it off, but then, out of nowhere...comes another dragon, distracted, and Areseth collides with him--not enough to be injured, but enough to leave teh brown unable to pursue his dream. Lal comes in from the Bowl. Lyndra nods, lets out a sigh, and comments, "Suit yerself!" before taking another swig. "This is pretty good stuff." Siara shakes her head, "I don't know...we just don't /want/ to," she tries to explain to Gordeeva and Jaegon. She looks over at M'verick and Lyndra. "Don't make him," she says to the woman. "He has to take care of Verala. Even I'm not trying to make him." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth lifts upward on gossamer wings, finding an unusual current to ride. Wisps of lily white clouds fly past his sleek body as though he were swimming, and the sky were his ocean. A bulge escapes his jaws, crying out to the queen, that glowing sun on his horizon. He strains his muscles, putting himself to the limit as he soars faster, though still not near that which he wishes to become one with. His chest heaves up and down as his wings caress the air, until he changes course to fly a bit lower, passing by a few of his other competitors. He does not look back, only forward, and what little light left in the sky highlights the spots of green and tarnished bronze trickling down from his crown and over his shoulders. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh heads upward after the gold powerfully, though he is unable to keep up. Lal stumbles into the living cavern, screaming bloody murder. "NO!!!!" Jaegon blinks as Lal already returns, and scoops up a wineglass. "Shells! Here." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Terrth leaps into the air after that beautiful glowing body, his threadscore forgotton, the only thing that matters is that beautiful bright gold before him. Lyndra shakes M'verick's arm and whispers loudly, "Look, she's back." M'verick starts at the screem and looks up at Lal, "What in blazes are you shouting about?" Celie nearly jumps out of her skin. "Shards and shells..." Lal knocks the wine away, 'Cinna drink, shard on yeh! M'pregnant!" She falls onto teh floor, irt's miraculous she doesnt' hurt herself. She bawls. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Areseth flies carefully towards the main entrance. Gordeeva jumps and stands hurriedly, looking at the woman worriedly IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth wings upward, drifting quickly to one side to free his wings for the chase. His eyes glint a brilliant crimson-violet as they fix on Irianth's golden form ahead. Jaegon falters. He looks at Deeva. HER department. "Umm..congratulations?" Therese gets up, moving Shandra onto her hip. The baby protests the sudden change, "What is it?" Siara blinks, "What is she doing back?" she asks in alarm. Gordeeva looks at Jae in startlement and then takes her cue. "Here Ma'am..let me help you up. " She says gently M'verick just stares at Lal, not getting up just yet, his hands are full taking care of the baby. "Did something happen?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth, with his dark amber streaked narrow wings keeps a good eye on the prize, controlling himself more so than he has been. And at this time, Wyn and he fully merge together. Together, they will win, Asaleth and Irianth will be together, but only with control. His eyes remain on Irianth's beautiful figure, and swoops down, and to the left side, snapping at another, smaller bronze., Jaegon looks at Siara. "What does Ranth say? Is Areseth all right?" Lal just keeps crying, trying to relax, as her dragons' mournful bellows permeate the weyr. "A shardin' herdbeast's SKIN!!!! Siara shakes her head to Jaegon, frowning intently, "I don't know. He's not sure. None of them have clear thoughts." M'verick huhs and blinks, "A herdbeast hurt him?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth's initial exultation pales not at all: it's still ther ein the enjoyment of chase and pursuit -- and her own afar-away. The lowering sun fires against her opalescent, setting it agleam: silk, still, but raw with it's own luminescence. Irianth lifts higher. Siara blinks, "Oh! His leg got stuck...on....a herdbeast?" Therese looks out to the bowl and then back at Lal. Lyndra gives Lal a look that is entirely appalled, settles her wineskin down with acute care, and again stagewhispers to M'verick, "'Ricky, if you want me to take the baby, you can go take care of whoever that screaming rider is..." Gordeeva looks very confused and tries to help the woman to a seat, looking to the other riders for some sort of explanation. "Please here...sip this...it isn't wine.." Gwyndelone watches with a look of pure horror as the Istan Brownrider bawls. Lal blubbers hysterically, suckign in breaths, "Herdskin, caught--his leg--shardin' bronze from Faranth's known where an' man did it stink!" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh cuts the angle steadily toward Irianth, not getting too close but not too far. You say "Oh, jays. ANd fouled his takeoff?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Terrth tilts this way to avoid a clumsy bronze, then he arches, catching an updraft, bringing him higher, higher into the air and hopefully closer to the beautiful golden form. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth, in harmony with his rider, utters a teasing croon, just to let the queen know where he is. He banks, quickly, taking advantage of the tricky thermals of the desert is known for, and climbs still further toward the irresistable prize. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath drives wings down again and again, then finds another thermal. He lifts higher and higher, fighting for position as he chases the beautiful glowing form of Irianth. Siara winces. "I'll take the baby, " she says to Lyndra. 'you're drunk already." Lal cries, "Totally." You say "Lal. Did he wrench a wing or anything?" Therese says "Do you want me to see if I can find Fahloran?" M'verick nods and transfers his daughter over to Siara since Lyndra looks a little toasted already. "You two look after Verala." He stands up and walks over to Lal. "Is Areseth alright though?" Siara tries to pat Lal on the back, "That's pretty miserable," she agrees. "I can get Fahloran to come look at him , see if he's okay..." she says, with sudden sympathy. Lyndra gives Siara a bleary look of resentment and confusion. "Am not! Only had a little bit." She raises her hand and makes an inch space between thumb and forefinger. "Dat much." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh carefully steers clear of the snapping, snarling pack. Unfamiliar with the air currents of the weyr, he is forced to rely on patience, slowly but steadily narrowing the gap as flies a shallow intercept course IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth croons and lifts his muzzle upward to the lucid air, inhaling deeply to fill his massive lungs. Fixated, unable to tear the whirling-blood colored eyes from the magnificent form, Kalameth wings upward a bit, trying to remain retilivelt on course with that which he wishes to be with. His bod y wriggles like a fish trying to cut through the upstream of a river, but no matter the deterant, he persues. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth lifts higher when the silken gold hide goes up, steadying himself and flies with the agility that browns seek, at least in his mind. Creativity...not now, not yet. This is the time to pace himself, to reserve his true raw power for the sprint. With his whirling lustfilled eyes, Asaleth puts himself in the middle towards the right side of the beautiful Irianth. Siara takes Verala from M'verick and cuddles her gently, nodding to Therese as they have the same idea. She makes a face at Lyndra, "But you're not used to it." Lal sniffles, adn wipes her eyes, and nods. 'he's naw screamin' a'me fer th'peopel wi'goop, so...." Lyndra pbbpbbs out a breath at Siara. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth follows Irianth's moves, a burnished bronze shadow partnering in this dance. His job is to let her take center stage, this he knows. So let her shine. He will be by her side when the time comes for her choosing - and there can be no other choice but he. He flies on, matching her turn for turn from a distance. M'verick rubs Lal's back, "perhaps we should go out there and be sure he's alright then?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth sweeps his huge wings downward again and again. Too far off to the side, he doesn't receive any help from the warm caressing Igen winds. No matter. With his own hide shimmering between bright bronze and a kaleidoscope of colors, he keeps his place in the pack - perhaps even gaining ever so slightly. Lal nods, and swallows down tears. She seesm to be coming out of it as her dragon does. "Umm...yah. Let's go check him--m'qualified fer tha' anyways...moinor stuff...oh, wha'a shardin' mess." Gordeeva steps back and out of the way, "I hope all is alright." she says solicitously Jaegon relaxes as Lal begins to come down. He kneels and picks up the larger pieces of glass. "Gwyn? Can you get me a broom?" Siara sighs, and then coughs as Lyndra's breath reaches her. "You go on," she says to 'Ric. "I've got the baby." She gives Lal another sympathetic look. Lyndra, mouth twisting with consternation, again takes hold of her wineskin and swigs down a mouthful. "Boy is that woman loud," she notes to Siara. Lal exhales a few times. She loosk at the ceiling. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth is lush glitter, she's unheard song: her own own flight rustles with the inner workings of her mind, the brilliant and the clear. As those spars continue to coruscate, she's higher yet, reaching, seeking and soaring on a melody of sight and sound and fluid-filled motion. Siara nods to Lyndra, "She always is. I remember the first time I met her, she yelled at me. But it's pretty bad getting interupted in a flight. That happened to me and Ranth once." M'verick looks at Siara and his daughter with a bit of longing and then turns back to lal, holding out his hand to help her up. "C'mon, lets get out there hmm?" You say "Or I can take her, Ric, if you want to be with Verala." "Getting interrupteded in a flight?" Lyndra repeats, trying to grasp a hold of that concept. "Doesn't that make you fall down? And go boom?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh follows Irianth well below, watching intently for any sudden moves. M'verick shakes his head a little to Jaegon, "It's alright." Lal sighs, and gets up, albeit slowly. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath swings from side to side, light reflecting off his unusually colored hide, chestnut swirls catching sunlight and transforming them to gold. His heart, his desire, his entire being is focused on that one object, that glowing form that tempts him, that drives him higher and faster, pushing him to his limit and beyond. Siara pats Verala gently, kissing her little forehead. "Yes," she says to Lyndra, "If a dragon is injured or interupted in a flight, falling down and going boom is just what happens. I remmeber when D'ew's Libeth clawed Ranth...you'd be crying and yelling too, believe me!" IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Jyrith spreads her wings atop Jyrith and Zmeth's ledge, then leaps into the sky. Therese bounces Shandra a bit to calm her down, and walks back towards her previous seat, "Well, hopefully that's the worst of it." IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Jyrith wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jyrith glides down cautiously. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth pulls back, losing speed but quickly gaining altitude. He stretches his wings, seeking...seeking...there! Shifting towards the subtle gradient in air temperature, he flies full bore into the thermal, stealing his chance to climb with near effortless ease higher and higher. Glancing about, he sees the elusive gold winging away quickly and he tarries just a moment longer, still adding needed height. Then he is off, trading that height back for speed, darting after the pack and his eventual mate. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Jyrith flies carefully towards the main entrance. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Tabrith wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tabrith glides down cautiously. Jaegon gets up and gets the broom himself, Gwyn seeming completely floored by this whole thing. "I remember that, Sialove." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh ploughs on, his determined brown shape seeming far indeed from poetry in motion. Nevertheless, there is power in his determination, power like that of the steady water which can erode and overwhelm even the most graceful of stonework given time IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Tabrith flies carefully towards the main entrance. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth folds his wings and drops a length, coming up behind a brown, which he quickly passes in a heartbeat. Once clear, he strides up again, wing whistling through his claws as he tucks then against his chest. Glints of metal sheen off his Istan body as he rises again, pulling himself with all his strength on the trail of the golden trophy, the lucious flood of color that lights the sky afire. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Terrth strains every muscle in his shadowed body, ignoring the pain he feels from his scores, no, he must remain in the flight, if he can catch a green, surely he can catch a gold. Aellya comes in from the Bowl. Lyndra gives Lal a new look thanks to Siara's explanation and sits back, holding her wineskin against her slender frame. "Well, I guess. I don't unnerstand riders sometimes but I guess." C'do comes in from the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth /is/ the witness, but he fights, oh how does he fight against caution and all reason, and for once in his life, A'wyn's lifemate, takes control, and merges both reason with control. He will win. His narrow wings, streaked by amber let themselves glide, higher, and higher yet, as he watches the gold intently, showing the same intensity that his own lifemate shows towards Irianth's lifemate. The lanky figure is only a blur as he soars above the bowl. Siara nods to Jaegon. "You were there? Ican't remember too much of it." Celie sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "Flights give me a headache." C'do breezes in quickly, removing headgear and gloves on the way to the klah pot. He pours a mug quickly, shaking somewhat and nearly spilling it. He moves quickly to an empty seat and appears to be trying to settle down. Lal exhales, having regained her control. She smiles weakly up at M'verick,and says, "naw more goldflights. They're too dangerous." She looks out of the entrance. "Jays. Kalameth's still up there." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth still reaches for the glittering form. His eyes narrow to keep her in sight despite the brightly refracted light. So intent is he that he doesn't notice a brown until almost upon it. He swerves quickly to the left, losing height but staying in the race. That's the most important part. Therese chuckles a bit, "They give me... something else," she says with a wink. Aellya walks in with a stiff stride that belies the almost false bravado on her face. She manages a smile as she interjects, "Celie, flights often give me headaches, too." Her jaw clenches then. Lyndra bobs her head in agreement to Celie. "'m getting something of a headache too, Seyrwecond." Gordeeva nods quietly to Celie. "I don't think I am very fond of them either." she says softly. "It upsets so many." she blushes and falls quiet. "I'm sorry, Forgive me." You say "Aellya! Can I offer you some wine?" He winces at Lyndra. "I think you've had enough, Lyndra sweet." M'verick nods to people coming in and tries to help Lal towards the bowl. "Of course he is. His dragon wants to catch." HE seems almost smug about that. Perhaps D'orn's dragon will catch. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, The desert has rhythms of its own and Irianth can capture them all in the own net of her wings and sky. Her own. Only now does she spare a backwards glance, and that previous exultation crescendoes forth mockingly. No chance, no clue -- and she's little care but for showing her abandon and freedom -- and how she can outrun them all. Siara shifts Verala in her arms. "Well...what if someone clawed /your/ arm? You'd be upset. Or the arm of someone you loved more than anyone else?" She lifts her wine with her free hand, offering it to Aellya and Celie, "Want some of this? It's helping me. But I didn't have a headache before..." she glances at Lal and at the baby. C'do's hands shudder as he tries to hold onto his mug long enough to get a sip of klah, then puts it quickly down again. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth is lost in the chase, the sound of his own heart like thunder, echoing back in his thoughts. The great bronze feels the rush of dry wind on his sails, an revels in the feeling it brings. The luminescent gold is lost, momentarily, in the fires of the setting sun, and a burning rage washes over the determined bronze. A moment later, he spies her again, and a quick change of course has him bearing down again. Aellya gives Jaegon a blunt look. "No, no wine for me. I'm not going to drown myself and be drunk." She looks over toward the bowl, "Even if Zmeth should catch." Celie peers over at Lyndra. "A bucket of cold water will take care of your problem, I think." She nods to Aellya quietly. "It's not so much the flights as the histronics that come with them." Lal seems very hurt. "She seems to almost read M'verick's look. "He'll prolyl win, an' I'll be alone again." She shrugs. "Th'goldriders get everythin' anyways." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh moves a bit higher, keeping pace underneath the soaring gold. Lyndra smiles languidly at Jaegon, again holding up her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "See? Just a little. No, just a little." M'verick snorts slightly and keeps whatever sharp comment he might might behind clentched teeth. "C"mon, lets see to your dragon." Lal walks out to the Bowl. Jaegon gives Gordeeva a long-suffering look, then nods to Aellya crisply. "Fine with me, just offering." He makes his way over to behind Lyndra, and begins rubbing her shoulders. M'verick walks out to the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath continues driving after the gold, knowing that at some point, she /will/ tire. His desire keeps him going, even though he falls slightly behind, in the latter part of the pack now. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth has misjudged the speed of the gold! Forgetting, oh so briefly, that she is not a small, easily expended green. His wings come down powerfully, but not without price as his own great strength is taxed hard to bring him up to a near breathtaking velocity in persuit. Slowly, but with great price, he closes the gap between himself and the others, angling in from the left. He will not make this mistake again. Siara grimaces as Lal and M'verick go out. "I don't know what she's complaining about. goldflight, and I get to spend my night baby sitting. this isn't what I had planned." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Terrth has to continue, he has to go on, no pain will stop him, nothing will tear him away from the pursuit of the beautiful golden beacon which calls him to her. Gordeeva looks at Siara. "Would you like me to take her to the nursery?" she asks softly IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth is intent on the golden hide of Irianth, leaving himself no leighway, watching, waiting, trusting his and A'wyn's heart. Like A'wyn, he pursues Faerysa's Irianth with the same devotion, same intense...need. He continues to fly under a brown, and maneuvers so that he flies to the side of him, and then catches a thermal which sets him in the middle again, racing /with/ the desert winds of Igen, and waits for /his/ time. Therese catches Aellya's comment and then elaborately goes down on one knee before her, a pretty awkward move with the baby but it apparently doesn't occur to her to put the baby anywhere, "Aellya, it's a shame two bronzes can't catch at once, or I would formally request your company this evening." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh suddenly gains height, as his stoical path leads him into a thermal. Turning in a tight spiral, he races upwards, rejoining the race in a far better position to his earlier one. Despite his sudden fortune, little seems to change, as his wings beat determinedly after the gold Celie glances over at C'do with mild detachment. "Hello..." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth is so tempted to call out to the beauty. His mouth opens but after a long moment of waiting, all that emerges is a low pulsing croon. His wings seem to sweep down even harder and he surges forward faster. C'do sighs heavily, finally settling down a bit and getting a better pull of klah. "Well that particular goldrider was nearly minus a rider and a dragon today." Therese pauses and then laughs a bit, "If I can get up again anyway." With some effort she manages and then rubs her knee. Siara sighs to Gordeeva, "No. I promised 'Ric." She looks over enviously at Therese and Aellya. "I guess I'll spend tonight with Verala and Sahra." she says disappointedly. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth is the liquid arrow of metallic light and vibrant sound that slices the air above and below with a single-minded detirmination. Bronze wings spread and contract like a breathlessly beating heart. Kalameth has in his mighty heart one desire, one goal, one golden glittering trophey. He snorts defiantly and still manages to pull from a rythmic power of an unseen force. He bulges as the sunshine turns her face towards the massive crowd. Lyndra closes her eyes at these ministrations from Jaegon and relaxes her muscles. "I've been copying all sorts of things for Lyria, Jaegon, and doing scribbling and writing and notes and everything and orgazining and my shoulders hurt. You have really nice hands." Gordeeva blinks curiously and listens. Jaegon massages gently, trying to catch Gordeeva's eye. You say "Well, maybe I can rub away some of the soreness, Lyndra. You work so hard." Lyndra lowers her head slowly, pillowing it on the wineskin. "It's not work, it's fun. Lyria can't help it if the others make her place messy and someone like me hasta come in and tidy up and everything. Hey, she likes M'verick, bet you didn't know that." C'do sinks down in his chair, visibly exhausted and shaken. "Celie...remind me. *NEVER*. To pop out of between...in the middle of a gold-flight. *AGAIN*." Jaegon blinks. "Who does?" He rolls his eyes as she pillows herself on the skin. Shards. He's still trying to get Deeva's attention. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth steadies the acute rush of desire that fights to overpower him. Wait. He must wait. His time will come. She will tire, and when she does, he will be here, ready. His tail lashes as he makes a quick change of course, again riding the well known thermals of the desert. His eyes remain fixated on the glowing queen, burning a dark scarlet to match the lowering sun. Siara sits with Verala, cuddling the baby and sulking, watching the others pair off. Celie blinks, then sighs heavily. "I think that would go without saying, C'do." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth still soars, takign the luxery of a right-hand dip to tease, to taunt, to tantilize. She snaps her wings in a sharp downsweep, catches those thermals she's familiar with, and escapes higher again. In the thrumm of her own glissandoes, she's high, a trailing, trilling wonder of speed and brilliant manifestation. Lyndra mumbles something against the wineskin, then lets out a long, heaving sigh of relief. "Gordeeva's a lucky personage you knows." C'do shakes his head to clear some trundlewebs. "I'm too tired. Too many sweeps. Making too many mistakes..." Celie says "I thought I told you to get some rest?" Gordeeva slips over to Jaegon and smiles quietly. "You needed something my love?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, The pale light of the moons shining off the sand in the desert illuminates the metalic hides of the dragons from above and below as they scream across the wind. Avroth is there among them now, jockeying within the pack to better his position, always seeking the higher pocket, riding the turbulent eschelon off of another bronze's wing - whatever it takes to yield those precious few feet towards his goal. Slowly, he closes on her, so magnificent before him. Intently he presses on, above and behind her now - until she again climbs in an unexpected thermal. Angling his wings, he changes course, for once the smaller and more maneuverable persuer. Jaegon nods to Deeva. He whispers right in her ear, where Lyndra can't hear. You whisper "Pillow for her, and snag that 'skin!" to Gordeeva. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh rises quickly, exchanging some speed for the height he's lacking. He levels off just below Irianth and right behind her. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Terrth spreads his wings with an audible snap that slows him considerably from his descent. With a bugle of pain, the brown resists the urge to go between, instead, he just slowly descends to the ground slowly with a mournful sound. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath croons throatily, tirely. He continues beating tired wings, striving after the gold he desires so much, but not enough blood fuels his fires. Still, he continues; to give up is not in his nature. He drops to the back of the pack, still striving forward, upward, after the glowing gold. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Terrth flies carefully towards the main entrance. A'lian comes down the stairway. Gordeeva slips the skin out of Lyndra's hands so subtly she may not know it is gone, and finds something cushiony in her basket for her to Lie her head on. "But we can't just leave her in the caverns Jae." she says softly Siara stares out at the bowl, her attention caught by the increasing desperateness of the males. Jaegon continues to massage Lyndra's shoulders. He looks back to her. "Really? I thought I was the lucky one." A'lian rushes through, face pale with worry. A'lian walks out to the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh beats great loam sails, his wing-beats resembling a long accelerando as he turns more and more of the energy so recently taken from blood to feed acceleration, desperate to avoid the fate of the brown's falling by the wayside as much as he is to catch and complement the gold Jaegon looks after Ox. "Two browns down..." Gordeeva blushes at Lyndra's Comment. "I'm very blessed to have the many friends I do." she replies demurely C'do nods. "I know. But we're short-handed, and someone's got to cover the sweep areas..." He sips his klah and hangs his head a bit. "I'm sorry. I should be listening instead of talking. I'm spreading myself too thin again..." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth follows with the same intensity of the rapid palpitations of a heart beat. Perhaps even a drum. He cannot use his reserve just yet, he isn't ready, but now he levels himself in the direct left and below the glowing beauty. There is no time for concern for Terrth, even if he /is/ his clutch brother. His clutch/sister/ is who he wants. Who he needs. Swirled amaretto blurs again as he soars for the blindingly beautiful gold Irianth. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth wavers for a brief moment, every instinct telling him to follow the gold's every move. Reason takes over and his broad wings snap out, ready to propel him on to catch the glory. He levels out and wings swiftly along. His softly dimmed form floats after the queen, effort unheard in the high clear air. Siara blinks as A'lian comes in, "It's not over yet, is it?" You say "Not yet. None of the bronzes have come down." Celie sighs. "You just need about 10 hrs of uninterrupted sleep." Lyndra lets out another appreciative sigh and makes hereslf comfortable. "My Arthan," she waxes, "'s th'bestest of th'men 'round here and that's a fact. No offense, Jae sweeting." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, With a flash of his wings, Kalameth lifts a bit higher, though the air is different here from Ista he can fly it. His jaws lift open, tail flickering slightly about in a wild dance as he veers off to one side, making sure that the brown next to him isn't going to thrash him with his wings out of lust. He dips up, and then down again and nears the jeweled gold lady with such a steady speed, he soars through a cluster of vtols, bulging angrily that such creatures would get in his way /now/. No matter, they are not his concern, only the sun, and he chases it like the sunset. From Therese's arms, Shandra starts to fuss, with the occasional close-to-cry. Lyndra senses "Jaegon's hands shake just slightly." You say "Tell us about Arthan, Lyndra." Therese looks at C'do, "Short handed?" she asks, a bit of guilt seeping into her voice. Lyndra starts and half-rises, peeking behind her at Jaegon to inquire, "Something matter with your hands, Jaegon? Shaking." Jaegon shakes his head. "Nothing wrong, Lyndra sweet. Tell us about Arthan." Gordeeva smiles at Lyndra's tone and looks worriedly at Jae. Siara nods vaguely and continues to stare out at the bowl. You sense Gordeeva seems to be breathing a bit shallow herself. "Is it the flight love?" Jaegon nods to Gordeeva. He looks serene enough. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth jostles, wings brushing but not fouling Avroth's. He pulls a little further out, and from his throat comes a thunderous roar, aimed more at the elusive gold than the other pursuers. The bronze sounds off, announcing his need. A powerful downstrokes brings him just a little closer to his prize. C'do nods, burying his face in his hands. He rubs his eyes tiredly. "I'll talk to Shayne in the morning. Maybe I can get the day." Lyndra smiles secretively as she curls up around her makeshift cushion and mumbles, "No, because then everyone'd want him." Celie shakes her head. "No. You'll do it now. Tonight. My orders." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth gives that croon, that mocking tease, again, dropping lower, then spiraling upwards sharply. Her tail trails counterpoint behind her, no rest, no flat -- just a sharp, scintillant reflection as she moves towards the last rays of the sun, and her wings beat their glimmering descant. Jaegon laughs at that. "I see. We wouldn't want a bunch of sighing girls, would we?" Siara tears her gaze away to look at Lyndra doubtfully. "Oh, I don't thinks so. I mean, I'd pick you, not him, if it were up to me." Aellya sits down quietly -- not responding to any other comments. She just stares outside, expectant expressiion on her face. Gordeeva stifles a soft laugh. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh cuts straight through the gold's maneuvers, gaining some ground to move right behind her. Celie rolls her eyes as she overhears Siara. Lyndra opens her nutmeg-hued eyes and peers at Siara. "Really?" You sense Gordeeva slips a hand to you and smiles. "I look forward to tonight in your arms." she says softly. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath snarls with effort, then croons throatily as the gold teases. With renewed effort he drives his wings down, using cleverness now, as he slips a little bit closer to the gold. Therese sighs lightly at the look on Aellya's face, missing Siara's comment entirely. Siara nods to Lyndra, her enthusiasm perhaps a bit goldflight enhanced. "Oh, /yes/! You're much prettier than he is." Jaegon turns his head to kiss Deeva's cheek. "Your shoulders feel better now, Lyndra?" IgenW-Bowl> At the feeding grounds, Squick hops the feeding grounds fence. IgenW-Bowl> Squick heads over from by the feeding grounds' fence. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth follows and follows with great speed, his lusty eyes intent on her. He dips once and turns towards the glowing beauty. Trust me, trust _me_ he thinks. Nonetheless, there is no need for creativity now, not yet, but does use only a little bit of his reserve to soar forward, giving himself an edge for once. Celie sighs, getting to her feet. "Sleep, C'do. I don't expect to see you until at least noon tomorrow." Lyndra mmmhmms dreamily as she continues to study Siara with some speculation. C'do chuckles and shakes his head a bit. "Celie, no disrespect...but...are you going to fly my sweep for me tonight? We have to have a dragon airborne over Benden from dusk until last light." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth is not fooled by the feint, he does not drop altitude when Irianth does. Flying straight, if not slightly upwards, his more direct line brings him closer as his gamble pays off. Ever closer...closer. He even ventures to relax just slightly, a second wind finally arriving with none too good timing. With luck continuing to hold, she will shortly be his. Siara looks back at Lyndra intently. Savak ambles out from the inner caverns. Gwyndelone listens, looking between Siara and Lyndra before looking to other conversations too. Jaegon lets go of Lyndra's shoulders, twin goals accomplished: she's done with the wine and thinking of something else. He grins to himself and pulls Deeva over to Siara's side. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh seems to move through the sky like a diminuendo, absorbing instead of reflecting the red-gold light of the setting sun. Gleaming like newly-ploughed earth, his wings continue to beat their staccato time as he labors to win, to catch her, and to have her, the most beautiful thing in the world Celie looks down at C'do. "I will not allow a tired rider or his dragon to fly sweeps anywhere. Period. You're grounded until you get at least a night's sleep. End of discussion." She picks up her riding jacket. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with my own pillow." Therese considers and then says quietly, "I could fly it, even if it's not my wing." Savak walks in slowly as he rubs his temples. Siara looks up at Jaegon, "Don't you think so?" she asks him. "Thank oo," Lyndra finally breathes to Siara in response, albeit belated, to her compliment. You say "I think you should hand me the baby and go tell Lyndra what you think of her." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth skims over a cloud, leaving a trail of vapor in his wake as those claws, gentle at times rake across the fluff, like her were plucking the cords of a harp, if one where made big enough for a dragon that is. Suddenly, he slashes sideways, dashing the air to a million fragments like a molten bronze assassin. The lines of his sleek head and neck are tense and strained, though his young heart beats with a vibrant life that is veritably newborn. His strength and will is uncrushable, his desire unbelievable, his speed arrow-like, and the mind of his life-mates's guidance an indestructable forth of irrepressable guidance. A million stars overhead dance with thier slippery reflections over his dusky hide as he strains ever forward. He moves faster and faster upon the setting sun, and bulges again he closes some distance between he and Irianth. Celie walks out to the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth tires, and now her energies no longer play but instead begin to lag: now, the flight is straight, sure, steady, if labored by the beat of her slim-sparred wings. Into the sun, she's almost lost in its glare, but they start to gain, and she fights away -- fly, fight, for freedom of her own. C'do throws up his hands momentarily and gives up. "As you wish. I will comply." IgenW-Bowl> Celie walks over from the field to the southeast. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth is slower to catch the trick than the older Mileketh, but once he banks, he gains ground quickly. The rush of wind does nothing to cool the desire pushing him forward. Muscles burn, and are ignored, as he pushes himself to be faster, stronger. Irianth glows before him, closer now. Gordeeva giggles softly. "We can babysit." IgenW-Bowl> Celie wanders towards the field to the northeast. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth dips quickly, letting himself follow this time. She may be younger but he can keep up. Light blinks off first one wing then another as he too spirals upward. His wingbeats quicken as he strains to gain the last few precious lengths. Eyes whirl faster too, gleaming jewels fixed still on his quarry. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh moves right behind Irianth and paces her, the reserves he's hoarded beginning to come into play. Siara looks a little reluctant. "But I promised 'Ric..." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath croons again, hopeful now, as he sees the gold finally begin to tire. Such a young strong gold, so suitable for him. He drives himself forward, not gaining much but not losing either. C'do turns to Therese. "I don't want to put you to any trouble. Are you sure you'd want to do that?" You say "Come on, I love children and Deeva's a nanny. She's just doing her job, right?" Savak turns and walks to the meal table with slow and plodding steps, hands holding his head. Gordeeva smiles softly. "I'd be more than glad too." she says gently. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh catches sight of her slowing, and new hope renews the light in his glittering eyes. He starts to jockey for position again, using his slightly smaller size as an aid to ducking around, over, and between the bronzes surrounding him Lyndra is still bent over her table, cushioned by cloth from Gordeeva's basket, a smile on her face as she half-drowses. You sense Gordeeva laughs softly. "Lord I hope I can get them to sleep tonight." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth presses onwards, the false comfort of his apparent 'second wind' evaporating as quickly as it arrived. He flies on sheer determination now, buoyed only by the perception that Irianth may just possibly be tiring. Still above and slightly behind her, he slams his wings up and down - as much to propel himself forward as to ward off any wouldbe encroachers who might try to crowd his position. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth slows futher, and now her bugle is of outrage. Too close to /her, tryign to steal her freedom. Her height is still god, up tere where the windsblow strong, and where they form their own harmonies with her wings even as she makes her own. Oh, away, and she trieds to take up the drum-beat of her heart with the popwer of her wings. /That/'s enough to escape. Siara looks at Lyndra and then back at Jaegon and Gordeeva. "Well, just for a few minutes, I guess it woudl be okay..." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh breaks his silence to bugle a response to the gold so close, his powerful wingbeats keeping pace with her burst of speed. Savak sighs and slumps into a chair next to the meal table, resting his head more in his hands. Jaegon holds out his arms for Verala. He grins at the baby. "Evening, little one! Is that fist tasty?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth soars abruptly upwards then levels out, bringing himself into the best position he can imagine, above and to the left of the brilliant gold. He answers her bugle with a deep bass note, invitation, promise, hope... He dips slightly, hoping to foul a wing with hers. His tail is in swift motion at the same time, swirling, grasping, reaching... IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth senses her slow and lunges, his hindclaws seeking the base of her tail, his forelimbs seeking to foul her wings. Like a great mound of the finest smith's metal thrown skyward he plummets towards her, wings partially folded, ready to break both their falls' should his gambit succeed. IgenW-Bowl> Perizad walks over from the field to the southeast. IgenW-Bowl> Perizad wanders towards the field to the northeast. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath roars in frustration as the other males close on the faltering gold. More, more, he must give more! He strives forward, just barely within reach of the glowing form, forced out of more favorable positions by larger bronzes. Still, he extends neck and forelimbs, reaching out with glistening talons. Siara passes Verala carefully over and then goes over to Lyndra and says earnestly, "you really are pretty. All that wine wasn't a great idea though." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth soars, amber streaked wings blur again, using a bit more of his reserves of raw draconic power, Asaleth swerves to the left, and falters, but only once, to get his bearings. And with that, he sinks low into the air, not to be fooled by the glowing beauty Irianth, he steadies himself there, soaring, soaring for the Gold. His wants, his needs, fuse with A'wyn's. This is the result, the result of A'wyn getting so close to Rysa, and yet...nothing. She says she doesn't like him...But she is wrong. If she weren't so....with that forgotten, he /strives/ forward, with one clever, quick move, the lanky bronze makes an attempt, his narrow wings striving forward, making powerful swoops, the need to /lean/ into the warm, body of Irianth is quite apparent.. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh seems, for a moment, to have given too much to the flight and lost his grasp on reason, for he continues his flight-path, to halt above and to one side of the laboring queen, only a short way behind. He seems mad, but then he drops his wing to face the earth, and sweeps in down and under her, trying with the last reserves left to gain the speed necessary to lift her on to his shoulders and carry the golden beauty away to safety IgenW-Bowl> Enrai strides in from the training field to the northeast. IgenW-Bowl> Enrai heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth drops down from above and reaches out his leniant, smooth bronzed neck, trying to capture the golden lady beneath. His tail flickers absently in an attempt to loop with hers, though he can't quite determine if he's close enough of not. Gently, he eases down a bit more and doesn't pay heed to any of those about, only the one, the one that can he can make sweet music with, and so he trills. Quite an odd noise coming from the bronze, but his voice lifts on the winds whipping past. The blue in his wings compliment the sunset like the night sky covering the day. Enrai comes in from the Bowl. Lyndra burbles, "Dinna have mudge wine, Siara. Juss a widdle." Forefinger and thumb make an inch's worth of space to indicate. Again. Savak grabs a mug and wineskin from the meal table, leaning back in his chair again. Jaegon sits down and lets Verala play with his collar. Enrai staggers in from the bowl, and casts more then on terrified glance over his shoulder. Siara giggles a little, "Yeah. Okay. Whatever you say. " She takes another gulp of hers, attention straying to the bowl. "It's almost over," she says breathlessly, leaning closer to Lyndra. Therese nods, "Sure. I can even take her; I think she's old enough." C'do sighs, sips his klah, and sinks down a little lower in his chair. Exhaustion is setting in fast. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth's voice echoes the rush of wind, sensing her weariness. He lets it fuel his surge, wings poised to strike as he comes up beneath the queen, talons ready to make their strike. Gordeeva smiles and watches Jaegon and the Baby. She mutters to Jaegon, "I... seeing you... a little one..Makes..." You sense Gordeeva smiles and watches Jaegon and the Baby. "I like seeing you with a little one..Makes me wish to give you one of your own." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth shrieks in anger, and a sharp flip of her wings, a sharp snap, shoots her up and through the pack. /Free/ again, but it's only for the instant -- Her bugle's triumphant and amused, for she's fooled them all with the rise of her notes, her ever-higher chords of fusion. And away -- or is she? One nutmeg iris peers blearily at Siara as Lyndra half-opens an eye, and a smile blankets the half of her face not smooshed against the table. "Whaz almo' over?" C'do smiles weakly to Therese. "Thanks...I really...owe...you...one..." He slumps down in the chair and passes out cold. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh croons his disappointment, a soft, sad coda to the harmony of his efforts to catch her. Bereft of reserves, he knows that he can no longer safely pursue. He turns regretfully away, leaving the lady to her bronze suitors to safe his life IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh shoots quickly upward after the glowing tail in front of him, his reserve of strength giving him a burst of power. Therese chuckles a bit. Siara smiles at Lyndra. "The flight...they've almost got her..." she says, moving ever closer to the quite tipsy young woman. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath croons in disappointment as the gold flits away once more. Having given almost all he had, he can only wing tiredly after the pack, hope still there, for she's not caught yet. Jaegon smiles at Gordeeva and is about to reply to her whisper when he sees C'do collapse into sleep. "That man," he cmments, "really needs rest." Savak uncorks the wineskin and fills the mug, drinking from it quickly. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Leventh beats his wings powerfully. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh swoops higher up into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Leventh spreads he wings then drops easily off the ledge. IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Leventh flies higher with a beat of his wings. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth twists, all of his power forcing the air under him. He must climb! With tremendous effort he spends his entire reserve matching her new course, bringing himself back towards her now, a bronze harmony to her golden form. Let her complete him now... IgenW-Bowl> High in the Bowl, Leventh disappears into Between. Aellya continues to be silent, her attention fixed on just outside. Her body is tense, hopeful and yet hopeless. Fingers dig into the chair arms. Lyndra mumbles, "Whowhagotalmosthuh?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth strikes now, a powerful downstroke of wing brings him up among the oher males. He turns to his side, bringin his talons to bear and tries to snatch the greatest of prizes right from the clutches of the other males. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth Not this time. He /won't/ let her get away. With the same intensity he has shown in the recent hour or two, Asaleth beats his wings harder and harder until finally, he feels the need to lean, to tangle with her...This time...this time, he will be with her. And his lifemate with her lifemate. He makes another attempt, his narrow wings steadying him as he does so. This is HIS time. C'do zzzzzzz.... Gordeeva laughs softly, "There will be alot of blurry people tomorrow." Siara reaches over to Lyndra, "I've almost got /you/," she teases. Lyndra smiles faintly, sillily. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth reaches as the golden beauty shoots up and past. A flip of his own wings to avoid another bronze also rising and he is even more to the left. Out of it? No...Not willing to concede yet, he sweeps up one more time and ungently shoves his way closer to Irianth. Another reach with everything possible: bright wings, sinuous neck, powerful tail, and talon-tipped legs. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth cries out as his instrument darts away, but his wings were so willing to fold upon her and compose. He surges forward with the last of his strength and closes the distance that she'd created. He tries again, flickering out his tail in the wind, once crimson eyes turned a harper blue, whirling quickly. Though it was his first, it was glorious, and he watches the diamond closely, beating his wings as he tries to embrace that which he does not posess at the moment. Siara still clutches the wine skin, drawn closer to Lyndra, even as the flight reaches its zenith outside and then quickly presses her lips to that silly smile, a hand on her shoulder. Savak drinks more and more of the wine, only concentrating on that. C'do zzzzzzzz... Lyndra leans into the lips offers toward her, tilted though the operation may be, and sighs. The entire time her eyes remain closed, though an appreciative smile appears. Jaegon suddenly cuddles Verala close. "You know, if I had one JUST LIKE YOU, Verala, they'd never get a silly grin off my face." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth swerves, dangerously close to Zmeth, nearly brushing against him, but she twists away -- and harmony, melody. It's done and scored. Avroth's the fight of brilliance that captures her, and her fires are /sated/ after the initial fury of freedom lost -- but now, /regained/ in abandon. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath drops silently, quickly, exhausted. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh swerves away as the gold chooses another, spiralling down toward the floor f the bowl. IGEN-> Aellya flexes her muscles. She can be really vicious when she wants to. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth bulges out and dives down towards the ground, retrospetively crushed, but it was his first, and there will be others. Siara suddenly gasps and clasps Lyndra harder, "She's caught!" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Kalameth flies carefully towards the main entrance. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth wraps his tail and arms around his lovely prize, entwining his bronze form with her golden loveliness... Lyndra blinks her eyes awake and blurts, "Whahoowhat?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Asaleth flies carefully towards the main entrance. You say "Who? Who Siara?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth sideslips silently and glides downward. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Mileketh flies carefully towards the main entrance. Jaegon cradles Verala and looks toward the stairs for the returning and disappointed riders. IgenW-Bowl> D'orn heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr. K'tel comes down the stairway. Sabra comes down the stairway. A'wyn comes down the stairway. C'do zzzzzzz... IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth bellows a frustrating roar, sailing past the queen and her bronze. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Palineth flies carefully towards the main entrance. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Zmeth flies carefully towards the main entrance. Savak clutches the mug tighter as the noise increases. Therese smiles suddenly, rocking Shandra serenely. Jaegon sees K'tel come down, ad his shoulders sag with relief. He looks quickly toward the wine glasses. Yep, still there and still full. Go get 'em,. boys and girls. Siara runs a hand through her hair distractedly, listening. "Avroth. T'dry!" she cries happily. A'wyn runs down to a bucket and begins vomiting..."This...isn't happening.." he sighs, and wipes his face.. K'tel smiles at Aellya as he walks through. He grabs a glass on his way, raising it to Jaegon. Aellya relaxes almost automatically and she stands as she whispers, "Zmeth didn't catch." She looks at once guilty and self-satisfied. Sabra stalks down the stairs. She starts to say something to A'wyn, then just watches him in disgust. Lyndra gives A'wyn a horrified look at the wretching sound, swallows, then hides her face in her arms. J'rell comes down the stairway. K'tel walks out to the Bowl. Sabra walks out to the Bowl. Gordeeva shivers and looks to Jaegon quietly. "Who?" she asks softly Jaegon has no blame for Aellya's feelings. "Zmeth didn't catch," he agrees. J'rell strolls slowly into the room, trying to look casual. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath flies carefully towards the main entrance. A'wyn shakes his head and cleans himself up, "My..heart aches." A'wyn walks out to the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Libeth wings out into the Bowl from Libeth's ledge. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Libeth wings lower into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth glides down cautiously. Savak takes a long drink from the mug, hiding A'wyn from his view. Siara blinks as Lyndra moves away, and then grabs up her wine skin and goes to Jaegon. "I'll get Verala to sleep..." she says with some difficulty. "Who's coming with me then?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Libeth flies carefully towards the main entrance. J'rell sits next to Therese, "Well, that's over." Therese gets up and tugs on J'rell's sleeve, "Hey there." IgenW-Bowl> Perizad strides in from the training field to the northeast. C'do zzzzzzzz... Savak blinks and blinks again, looking over at Siara for a long moment. IgenW-Bowl> N'var heads towards the main entrance to the inner Weyr. D'ew comes in from the Bowl. You say "T'dry and Avroth." A'lian comes in from the Bowl. D'ew wanders in, and towards the food selection. J'rell slips an arm around Therese, "I dunno what got into Mileketh." A'wyn comes in from the Bowl. Lyndra covers her head with her arms and buries her face further into the cloth pillowing the table for her. "Noisy." Siara makes her way to Jaegon, and repeats, "I'll take Verala and get her to sleep now." A'wyn sighs and takes several skins of wine, and shakes his head, still shaky. " Gordeeva considers softly. "I don't know them, but I'm glad it ended well. Is everyone alright?" she asks, somehow expecting him to know what she does not." Perizad comes in from the Bowl. You say "No, you won't. Look at Lyndra..it's too loud in here for her.Take care of her, huh?" A'wyn sighs and takes several skins of wine, and shakes his head, still shaky. "I'm leaving.." Perizad strides through the passageway into the Inner Caverns. A'lian limps in, dragging his rear so to speak. As A'wyn enters, the brownrider tries to disappear, but fails, all he can do is flop down heavily into the nearest seat. Savak stands up, grabbing the mug and wineskin as he heads over towards Lyndra and Siara. C'do zzzzzzzz*snort* "wha...who?? What? Oh...shards...I'm late for sweeps again...Tabrith, wake up!!" C'do bolts out of his chair, still half-asleep, trips and falls flat on his face. A'wyn glances to Lyndra, and murmurs to her quietly. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Irianth sails onwards and, eventually, a while eventually, settles towards her ledge. Siara glances back at Lyndra and nods to Jaegon, wandering that way and reaching for her arm. A'wyn takes his skins of wine and carisack, and walks out. A'wyn walks out to the Bowl. Siara mutters to Lyndra, "Why... you... back... my... and... be... quieter." Aellya frowns as K'tel walks right through and back into the bowl. She looks away then and fingercombs her short hair. Therese says "He's a bronze, silly, in case you hadn't noticed." Lyndra snorks and raises her head once A'wyn is gone and blabbers, "Whalove? A'wyn, where's he -- Siara, what?" IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth after a seeming eternity of bliss, Avroth breaks free and slowly, smugly, settles to the floor of the bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Avroth flies carefully towards the main entrance. Savak blinks again, looking beween Lyndra and Siara. Jaegon takes Deeva's hand. "Come on. Let's get Verala out of the fuss, huh?" C'do clambers to his knees and tries to brush himself off, noticing for the first time that he's on the LC floor with suddenly a *lot* of people around him. He begins to turn red... Siara repeats quietly, She mutters to Lyndra, "... with... weyr.... Fahloran.... feel..." J'rell stands and holds out his hand to help Therese up. Lyndra replies to Siara with audible lucidity, "You have two heads." A'lian finally remember the wine flask in his hands, for the first time, he actually turns to the wine for comfort. K'tel comes in from the Bowl. Siara mutters to Jaegon, "... and Gordeeva... coming... I... before?" Siara whispers "I thought you and Gordeeva were coming up too? Didn't I ask you before?" Savak leans forward, blinblinking as he looks right at Lyndra. IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath catches an updraft to glide into the air of the Bowl. C'do sees K'tel and does his best to clamber to his feet. "er...Good evening, Weyrleader..." Therese takes J'rell's hand and grins, 'I hope she goes down easily." IgenW-Bowl> Just overhead, Ivarath beats his wings powerfully. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ivarath swoops higher up into the Bowl. IgenW-Bowl> Midway up in the Bowl, Ivarath folds his wings to swoop downwards, backwinging just before landing on Ivarath's ledge. K'tel comes back in and goes straight over to Aellya. He sets the empty wineglass down on the table then puts his arms around his weyrmate and kisses the back of her neck. He then looks up and smiles at C'do, "Evening, C'do." J'rell grins, "Yeah, I hope so too." J'rell heads toward the bowl. J'rell walks out to the Bowl. Siara grins at Lyndra, looking a bit frustrated too. "I do. What else do I have two of?" Therese walks out to the Bowl. A'wyn comes in from the Bowl. Lyndra's eyes narrow at Siara. "Zis a trick question?" A'lian swallows hard, sharding couples. "Go 'way!" he demands, voice bellowing as he yells at K'tel and Aellya, if he can't have anyone, no one should be able to. A'wyn sighs, "I can't even drink.." he says softly, nearly pleading. C'do blinks, still not completely conscious. "Er...I'm going to go get some sleep. Orders from the Weyrsecond, you know..." He rubs his eyes, picking up his headgear and gloves and making his way to the bowl. Siara giggles, "Yes. And you get a prize if you answer right." She sips some more of the wine. Aellya leans into K'tel relievedly and closes her eyes, accepting and giving him comfort, "I'm sorry Zmeth didn't win." She says -- contrary to how she's been talking for months now -- ever since Faerysa Impressed the young queen. K'tel pats Aellya, "I'm not." then he lets go of her and stands up straight. He fixes A'lian with a very serious look. "You'd better get ahold of yourself, brownrider." A'lian stands abruptly, sending the chair clattering to the ground. "Sharding couples!" he yells and storms out, despite the sore leg. A'lian walks out to the Bowl. Jaegon is watching Ox in shock. Savak blinks again, Lyndra not responding to him. Looking around in a sweeping arc as he turns, he moves away from Lyndra and Siara to a far corner of the cavern with mug and skin still in hand. Kylven ambles out from the inner caverns. A'wyn shakes his head, and sets the skins down. "I hate this.." he murmurs, shaking his head more and more. Kylven pokes her head in. "Is it.... oh." K'tel shakes his head and leans over to hug Aellya again. He puts his mouth by her ear. Lyndra pushes upward on the table to right herself, stunbles, and leans against the edge of the wood's surface to try to stand at more or less a verticle position. K'tel mutters to Aellya, "Shall we... more... my..." A'wyn shakes his head, "No way..." he continues talking to himself and sighs, quite close to crying, he finds his seat and sits down, head bowed down. Aellya flushes with sudden pleasure and nods enthusiastically to K'tel. Apparnetly whatever he said is well welcomed by her and rather eagerly too. She turns her face then and gives him a rather passionate kiss. Gordeeva Stands and slips away quietly Gordeeva strides through the passageway into the Inner Caverns. Savak blinks again in mid-drink of his wine, staring slack-jawed at Lyndra from a distance. K'tel returns the kiss wholeheartedly then smiles and helps Aellya to her feet. Siara drinks down some more wine and starts to head for the bowl, starting to hurry. A'wyn runs both hands through his hair, crying needlessly. Lyndra seems particularly proud of herself for having stood up, though she cannot quite keep up with Siara's pace. Nor does she try. A few paces, then she sits again. Jaegon jounces Verala in his arms, watching the flight carnage in the cavern. He doesn't want to think about cleanup in the morning. Aellya easily stands, hand clasping at K'tel's as she prepares to leave the cavern. She does glance once at A'wyn, giving him an almost pitiying look. Kylven enter the cavern, though she sticks close to the walls and door, just in case. In case of what, she's not quite sure. K'tel ignores everyone but his weyrmate. He pulls her towards the stairs. Siara glances back as Lyndra drops, rather perplexed and then glances impatientlyout. K'tel climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. Siara mutters to Jaegon, "I... you... to... and..." Siara whispers "I thought you and Gordeeva were going to come join me and Fahloran. Didn't I ask you earlier?" Aellya climbs the stairs, past the balcony and up to the upper hallway. You say "Maybe in a bit, Sialove, if Ric or Lal comes back." Savak bounds up towards the entrance, standing a way's behind Siara as he watches her. Siara nods and hurries out, as Fahloran emerges from the infirmary and more or less drags her away. Siara walks out to the Bowl. Laurene ambles out from the inner caverns. Lyndra uses her arm as a cushion on her newly chosen table and rests her head in the crook of that arm. Savak blinks and moves away from Siara's escape, stepping backwards and falls into a chair next to Lyndra. A'wyn blinks and moves towards Laurie.. "Laurie...I lost.." Laurene shuffles into the caverns looking poorly rested and a bit under the weather. She looks a bit surprised to find a crowd and seaks out some juice as well as a seat. Once A'wyn appears through the crowd she blinks, "Lost what? Where'd you see it last?" A'wyn says "Rysa..../Irianth/...Flight." is all he murmurs, shaking, and then back to the bucket he goes and throws up, he cleans himself again and says to Laurie, "Lost Irianth's flight. Asa...he's..." he shakes his head, "Be with me?" C'do stumbles out to the bowl. C'do walks out to the Bowl. Corran emerges from *between* with a puff of cold air. Corran flits over to the hearth and finds a comfortable perch. Kylven scoots around the edges of the Cavern, slowly nearing Jaegon and the baby. "Hi," she chirps, keeping a wary eye on the unattached riders milling about. Jaegon grins at the Honshu girl. "Heya...guess you chose an interesting time to visit, huh?" Laurene's brows draw together in concern, the back of her hand touching A'wyn's forehead, obviously checking for a fever. "Is Asaleth hurt at all? Any strains?" Okay, so she's never been involved with someone who lost a gold flight before. She begins to guide A'wyn towards the infirmary before it apparently occurs to her that he might mean something else. Lyndra opens one brown eye to peer at Savak, then, inexplicably, she giggles. Savak opens one of his eye as Lyndra does. Blinkblinking, he giggles right after Lyndra. Corran falls asleep Kylven nods back with a small answering smile. "Yeah. Igen's... Honshu's not this big. And Mum usually made me stay in her weyr when there was a gold flight." Lyndra giggles more. Then she lets out a half-belch that's distinctly undainty and unlike Lyndra. "Please 'scuse me..." A'wyn shakes his head at Laurene, "No...no strains." he shakes his head at Laurene and tugs in the direction of tthe outside, "To my weyr..." You say "I think the worst is over." Savak giggles like a little girl, belching right back at Lyndra. Yep. Red. Bright red. The color of the sun rising before a storm. That describes the color of Laurene's face, but she does adjust her direction and lead the bronzerider out to the bowl. Lyndra chortles, though she puts her head to her hand and blathers, "Dizzy." Rowen comes in from the Bowl. "You think?" Kylven slips into a chair beside Jaegon and peers at the bundle in his arms. "That yours? Boy or a girl?" Rowen steps in a ittle hesitantly, glancing around the room. Savak wags his head from side to side right in from of Lyndra, grinning widely. "M'too." You say "Not mine. M'verick's little girl, Verala." Lyndra buries her face in her arms and asks Savak pleadingly, "Don' do that, making me sick..." Savak leans forward, forehead tapping against Lyndra's head. "Sick? Not get sick. Badthing." Kylven coochie coochies the baby, tickling her cheeks with a finger. "He's a green rider, isn't he? I met him earlier?" The baby has managed to focus most of Kylven's attention of the Cavern and onto her. A'lian comes in from the Bowl. A'wyn stops once and goes back to the bucket, releasing Laurie to vomit again. This isn't too good. Jaegon nods. "He sure is." He winces at Wyn. Savak blinks at A'wyn's launching of his lunch, turning a little to try and hide Lyndra from it. A'lian staggers in. "More...wine.." He has blood streaked over his face and his knuckles are rather skinned. But nonetheless, he heads to find a flask. Kylven watches A'wyn lose his lunch with a disgusted look. "Losing rider?" she asks her confidant in a hushed tone. "I've never seen 'em do that before." Jaegon nods. "I don't kow what his problem is..." Laurene frowns a bit at A'wyn's reaction. "Right," she finally states, more dragonhealer trainee now than concerned girlfriend. "To the Infirmary with you." She guides Wyn towards the infirmary. Dirlanthir comes in from the Bowl. M'verick comes in from the Bowl. Jaegon is jouncing Verala in his arms. A'wyn shakes his head. "Not /sick/...I lost my mug...shattered..Lost /Rysa/ and flight.." Dirlanthir peeks her head in silently, eyes wide at the -huge- amount of people. She's a bit wet as she steps in.. Soaked, actually. She seems to get quickly lost in such a large crowd. M'verick rubs his forehead as he walks in. Lyndra raises his head to stare at A'wyn in horror, mumbles an excuse, and hurries toward the bowl, hand clamped over her mouth...and nearly bowling over poor M'verick. "SCUSE PLEASE!" Lyndra walks out to the Bowl. Savak jumps up and follows Lyndra outside on rubbery legs. Dirlanthir blinks. Savak walks out to the Bowl. Kylven tickles Verala's cheeks again. "Cute baby," she says, oblivious to Da's presence. You say "She's adorable." Laurene looks from A'wyn to the bucket, with a telling gaze. "Mmm-hmm. Later I'll let you pull the other one, dear. The infirmary. Now." Her tone allows for no arguement. Dirlanthir says "Ashes.." She looks around, probably for someone who isn't about to loose their lunch. ANYONE?" A'lian reachs the table, and snatches a fla..no two flasks of wine. "Stupid flights.." He grumbles as he sinks into a nearby seat. M'verick sways out of the way and then looks around. "Wha?" He spots his daughter and hurries over. A'wyn sighs and walks to the Infirmary.. A'wyn enters the Infirmary. Laurene enters the Infirmary. You say "Heya, Verala, here's Daaaaad-dy." M'verick sits down next to Jaegon and grins, "thanks for looking after her while I took care of that." You say "Not a problem, Ric. She's been an angel." M'verick strokes a hand over the dark curls as he smiles. "It's so nice to get her all to m'self for a few days." Dirlanthir blinks and wrinkles her nose a bit at the uninviting smell of vomit and wine. Oh, yuck. Her stomach churns, and she quickly decides that her previous position was much better. Kylven leans forward to look at the rider from Jaegon's other side. "She's a sweetie. Sir. Greenrider. How old?" Dirlanthir makes her way through the crowd, disappearing outside quick as possible. Dirlanthir walks out to the Bowl. M'verick smiles to Kylven, "She's just six months now." Jaegon passes the baby over and yawns. "I'm going to hit the hammock. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." M'verick nods to Jaegon, "thanks again for looking after her." Kylven gives Jaegon a smile. "Sleep well. I should probably be getting to bed, too. Who knows when those traders will arrive." You say "I want to play with her tomorrow, now." He nods to Kylven. "Sleep well, Kylven." Jaegon waves to everyone and makes his way out of the cavern. Kylven waves. Jaegon hops a ride with the rider on elevator duty.
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